Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

by Jacqueline Jillinghoff

“Don’t you move, girl,” Sister Katherine said. “Don’t you dare move. Stand up straight.”

I was literally scared stiff. I’d waited through the endless day for the moment I could run into her arms again, but when, finally, the other kids had all gone home, and I leapt from my seat, she raised her hand and brought me to an abrupt halt.

She looked angry, but I couldn’t tell if she really was or not. Teachers were always playing games with us, and I couldn’t believe she’d be upset with me, not after what had happened between us. I’d been a good girl, too, all during class, raising my hand at every question, even volunteering to read aloud.

But I did as I was told, standing with my feet together and arms at my sides while Sister undressed me for the second time. Yesterday she’d been gentle. Today she practically tore my clothes off, twisting the buttons on my blouse roughly and scowling at them as though they’d been put there just to frustrate her. Then she yanked the blouse from my shoulders. My bra sprang off with a flick of her fingers. She yanked my skirt and panties down together and ordered me to step out of them.

I didn’t try to hide my titties or my pussy; Sister had already seen me naked, and her whole attitude told me that any pretense of modesty would only lead to a scolding. She took her sweet time folding my things on top of her desk. Then she turned back around and looked me up and down. Her expression didn’t change. She still looked serious, but at least I knew she wasn’t really angry.

“Don’t ever grow up, child,” she said. “Stay as perfect as you are.”

It was a bright day outside, but the classroom was chilly, and my nipples stiffened in the cool air. They stuck out far enough that Sister could stroke them underneath with the side of one finger. It was the lightest, most delicate feeling, but made it hard for me to stand. My legs got weak, and the butterflies fluttered in my stomach. I couldn’t help closing my eyes, so I didn’t see the kiss coming.

But then Sister must have heard something, or seen it out of the corner of her eye, because she suddenly bolted to the door and threw it open.

“Sister Rose!” she called.

That would be Sister Rose Francis, the school principal, a little woman with a square, lined face whose age we were never able to guess. For a second I thought Sister Katherine was toying with me, pretending our principal was out in the corridor just to freak me out. But then I heard both their voices at the door.

“Glad I caught you,” Sister Katherine said. “May I borrow your office for a few minutes?”

“Of course,” Sister Rose said. There was a jingling of keys. “Just lock up when you’re finished. Did you get my note about the gym?”

“I did,” Sister said. “When can we use it?”

“They’ll be refinishing the floor this week,” Sister Rose said. “You can start intramurals on time. How is that student of yours?”

“Which one?”

“The boy.”

“Oh, that one. As mouthy as ever.”

“And yet he’s got the best grades in your class.”

“He might just be bored. But his mother doesn’t want him skipping any grades.”

They went on like that forever, or it feels like forever when you’re cowering naked under your teacher’s desk. The blood was beating in my ears, and I had to clench my pussy to keep from peeing on the floor. What was she thinking? What if Sister Rose saw my clothes on the desk and started asking questions? It would be interesting to hear how Sister Katherine could explain the naked student under her desk. It was almost like she wanted us to get caught.

“All right,” Sister Rose said finally. I heard something else about the key, and a thank-you, and then the door banging shut again.

“Barbara?” Sister said.

I didn’t answer. It was my game now. I tucked my knees under my chin and held my breath.

“Miss Scheide?” she called. “Miss Scheiii—de! Come out, come out, wherever you are!”

A long pause.

“You can’t go home without your clothes, you know. Though I would like to see that.”

She was putting all kinds of things in my head I would never have imagined a day ago: yesterday it was sucking on her tits like a baby and letting her put fingers in me. Today, it was running home with no clothes on.

I saw her legs and the dangling rosary through the knee-hole of the desk — then her face, bent low and nearly upside down. She was smiling at last. It was a wide, beautiful smile, and it put a little girl at her ease, even if the little girl was stark naked.

“There you are!” Sister said. “When you feel like coming out, join me in the principal’s office. Nobody will bother us there, and I have a feeling it’s going to get a little noisy. Knock twice.”

She flashed the little key at me, and then she was gone.

I sat there hugging my knees, waiting for the noises I heard in the hall, or thought I heard, to die down. I felt stupid and exposed, curled up naked under my teacher’s desk, but every bit as excited as when she’d stripped me the first time. And now we’d be behind a locked door, where we wouldn’t get caught. The only risky part would be crawling out and putting my clothes back on. Somebody in the hall might see me through the window in the door. Once I was dressed, though, I’d be fine.

But that turned out to be a problem, because when I finally did crawl out, I didn’t see my clothes on the desk. I didn’t see them anywhere. Sister Katherine had taken them with her.

The words “fucking bitch” weren’t in my vocabulary yet, but what I couldn’t say, I could definitely feel, and what I felt was terror. Terror and anger. My stomach bounced, and I had to suppress yet another urge to pee. Did she think this was funny? Yeah, obviously she did. She was probably sitting at Sister Rose Francis’s desk with my clothes in front of her, laughing her butt off.

I forced myself to calm down and think about this crazy predicament. To get my clothes back, I was going to have to walk the length of the school and knock on the fake oak door at the end of the hall. There would be no place to hide out there, unless I ducked into another classroom, and if anybody saw me, it would be too late, anyway. The kids were supposed to be gone, but maybe some of them had detention and would spot me passing by. And I didn’t know which would be worse — getting caught by a teacher or by another kid. The teacher would punish me, and definitely bring in my parents, but a kid would blab to everybody else in school, and my reputation would be shit — though that word wasn’t in my vocabulary yet, either.

Or I could sit there and wait. Maybe Sister Katherine would get bored and come back with my clothes. But something in me wanted to prove to her I could do this, whatever “this” was. Somehow I didn’t want to disappoint her.

I looked around for something I could use to cover my bottom or my chest — a poster, a book, a scrap of loose-leaf paper, anything. But there was nothing. I was on my own.

I tiptoed to the door, as though tiptoeing was going to be any help. Turning the knob, I pushed the door open just enough to stick my head out. If anybody was there, all they’d see was my bare shoulders, and even that scared me.

I looked down the hall toward the front of the school, then screwed my head around the door and looked down toward the principal’s office, which seemed a lot farther away than usual. The hall was dark, and, as far as I could tell, deserted. All the other classroom doors were shut. I took a deep breath — why a deep breath was necessary at this moment, I didn’t know, but it’s what you do — and stepped into the corridor.

Naked.

Nobody screamed. No alarms went off. I closed the door as quietly as I could.

The big decision was how fast to go. I should have run, but if a teacher was hanging out in one of the rooms, she’d see me (literally) streaking past and probably want to know what was going on. Too slow, though, and I’d never get there. So I set off at a deliberate pace, heel to toe, hugging the wall. One arm across my chest. One hand over my puffy slit. Nothing over my bare behind.

As I made my way forward, I became very conscious of the air around me, the way it flowed around my body and tickled when it came together again between my shoulder blades. I was also aware of my skin, every square inch of it. It seemed to crackle, as though swarming with electric current, and the hair on my arms was standing on end.

I glanced in every classroom as I passed, checking to see if I was truly alone, and it was kind of a letdown to discover I was. Getting caught would have been a disaster, but the idea of getting caught was exciting, almost too much to bear. This was what Adam and Eve must have felt like, aware they were naked at last. If they hadn’t eaten that apple, my being nude like this wouldn’t be a problem. Everybody would still be naked, and nobody would care.

Sister had played a rotten trick on me, but she was making me think more deeply about my faith.

The door to the principal’s office stood on the other side of a cross-corridor that led off in opposite directions to the east and west stairs. I hugged my shoulders — like that would keep me covered — and peeked around the corner. Footsteps echoed in one of the stairwells, lots of them. Some fourth- or fifth-graders must have been kept after and were just being let go. I pulled back and flattened myself against the cold wall. But when I realized they weren’t coming this way, I crossed the open space and knocked. Twice.

There was no answer, but after way too long, the door was opened from the inside. I practically fell through the gap, crashing to my knees and hugging myself to stop the sudden shaking. A pair of pretty bare feet, the toenails sparkling with clear polish, appeared under my nose, and the lock in the doorknob clicked above my head. I looked up, and there was Sister Katherine, looking much too pleased with herself. She was already naked, except for the silver crucifix hanging between her breasts.

“You should see the look on your face,” she said.

“You’re so mean!” I cried.

“Oh, nobody saw you,” she said. “You have to learn to play. The danger is what makes it fun.”

Then she was on the floor with me, kissing my head and my neck. She put her hand between my titties, too, no doubt checking my heart, which was racing to beat the devil. Our lips met at last, and all my rage and fear went into that kiss.

I knocked her back, landing on top of her. My long hair veiled our faces, my tongue shot into her mouth, and my thigh ground between hers. Her hands were all over me.

“Come on,” she said, rubbing my butt. “Do it.”

I didn’t know what that meant. I just looked at her, silently asking for clarification.

“Eat me, girl,” she said.

I was so green. What did she mean, eat her? It was one more thing in a long list of stuff I still didn’t understand. I thought maybe she was telling me to suck her breasts again, or just put my mouth on her somewhere. So when I bit her neck, she smacked me on the butt — not enough to hurt, but it got my attention.

My head snapped up. Sister took my face in her hands and spoke slowly, as though to a particularly dense child — which, really, she was.

“Lick. My. Pussy,” she said. “Got it?”

“Yes, Sister,” was all I could say.

If I’d known what I was doing, I would have made her wait for it, kissing her breasts, her tummy, and her legs, circling the center of her pleasure before moving in. But I was a seventh-grader who had been given an assignment. Sister wanted her pussy eaten, and eaten it would be.

There was a second of hesitation when I got up close and the thick smell wrinkled my nose. But it was thrilling, too — dirty and grown-up at once. I took another deep breath — it made some sort of sense this time — and dove in.

I kissed her cunt the way I’d kissed her lips: mouth wide open, tongue billowing into the hole. My mouth was full of hair. I found the fleshy bulb I’d seen before and slithered around it, looking for her magic spot. I expected to feel a point, or a nugget, something to let me know I’d found it. There was nothing like that, just hot wet flesh, but I knew I’d struck gold when Sister suddenly grabbed her titties and moaned, “Fuck yes!”

I broke into a sweat. Sister Katherine had just said the dirtiest thing anybody could say. Any kid would be dragged to Sister Rose’s office for that. Priests would be called. Parents would be notified. And it only got worse: after another minute under my tongue, Sister was whimpering “fuck” and “shit,” taking the Lord’s name in vain and calling me her filthy little whore. It was a marathon violation of the Second Commandment. I was so proud of myself.

Instinctively, I had learned how to go down on a woman, and just as instinctively, I knew when she’d had enough. Sister’s climax passed, and she lay there out of breath. I loved watching her breasts rise and fall, and the crucifix gleaming between them.

Now I felt like being gentle. I nuzzled her stomach, her breasts, her neck, and when I reached her face, she took mine in her hands again and gave me a long, grateful kiss.

“Can you taste yourself?” I asked.

“Mmmm. Yes.”

“Did I do okay?”

“Lamb, it wasn’t a test.”

“But—”

“You did wonderfully. I can’t remember the last time I came that hard.”

The office had a shabby two-seater sofa against one wall. When Sister got tired of lying on the hard floor, she led me over, and we sat together, making out. This was when I finally kicked my shoes off. Sister stroked my sides, my legs, my back, so delicately that every nerve in my body stood on end. Then, when my little-girl pussy was swimming in juice, dripping on the rough cushions, she tipped me back and ate me. She found my clit and lingered over it, tickling and prodding.

Sister’s tongue was a precision instrument like a jeweler’s chisel, and it gave her total control over me. She moved one way, and I hovered on the edge. She moved the other way, and I came.

I bucked and shook and pinched my little titties. And yet, even as the pleasure was breaking my will, something inside told me it was wrong — that ancient, hysterical fear of sex, dressed up as Church teaching. It was still there, gnawing at me. I needed reassurance, and the only person I could turn to was the one who was making me come.

“Sister,” I said. “Isn’t this a sin?”

“No,” she said, her eyes shining at me over my crotch. “It’s a sacrament. You’re the sacrament. I’ve transubstantiated you.”

“Huh?”

“Don’t you see, darling? You’re like the Host. On the outside, in all your accidentals, you haven’t changed. You’re still a sweet schoolgirl. But inside, in your invisible essence, you’re my little whore.”

“No, I’m not!”

“Shhhh!” She kissed my pussy gently as she spoke, with tiny liquid sounds. “Think it over. If you don’t want to be my whore, I can’t make you come again. Don’t you want to come again? Right now?”

“Yes, Sister,” I pushed toward her lips, already wanting more, but she stayed just out of range, barely grazing me.

“Please?” I begged.

“Then you know what you have to be,” she said.

“Okay,” I said.

“No, you have to say it.”

“I can’t.”

“Sure you can.”

She kissed my clit again, leaning into it, and the last barrier fell at last.

“I — I’m your little whore!”

“Good girl.”

This time, Sister Katherine threw her leg over my face and came down on me, pushing her sloppy cunt into my face. That jagged crucifix was trapped against my tummy. She went between my legs upside down, and didn’t bother with precision. She was noisy, slurpy, her tongue rolling over my pussy like a truck. I matched her lick for lick, smacking and sucking through her soggy pile of hair.

It might have been a minute, it might have been an hour — I didn’t care about time. All I cared about was coming, and making her come.

When we were done — finally, finally, finally — she collapsed in a heap. Right on top of me.

“Sister, I can’t breathe!”

“Oh, sorry.” She rolled off me, onto the floor.

“Oh. Whew!” she said. “That was… something.”

Then it was time to go. I watched while Sister got dressed, memorizing every detail ­— the way her butt curled when she stepped into her panties, the way her breasts lifted when she held up her bra, the way her habit swallowed her bare shoulders.

“Zip me up,” she said.

I was still weak. She had to help me to my feet. I took the opportunity to steal a last kiss, then asked, “Where are my clothes?”

“Oh, they’re around somewhere.”

“Sister!”

“I remember now. I left them in Room 2, under Sister Margaret’s desk.”

It was one last dirty trick. Sister Margaret’s room was right across the hall from ours.

“That’s all the way back!” I said.

“Bummer,” she said. “Is that the right word?”

“It’s not the word I’m thinking of.”

“Fresh little thing!”

She swatted my bottom again. We went back down the corridor together, holding hands, like real girlfriends. I only had my socks on, and I carried my shoes in my other hand, pressing against her as we walked, shoulder to shoulder, loving the way her skirt flapped against my bare legs — soft and scratchy at the same time. With Sister Katherine next to me, being naked out in the open wasn’t nearly as scary as it had been the first time.

As time went on, I got more and more used to it.

On to Part Three!

by Jacqueline Jillinghoff

Sister Katherine George joined the order when she was eighteen, and she’d only been teaching for a couple of years when, on my first day of seventh grade — and her first day at our school — she laid her grade book on her desk and wrote her name on the board. If I wasn’t quite an adolescent, she wasn’t quite an adult.

The sisters still wore habits when I was a girl, elaborate contraptions that covered them head to foot in black and white. The only skin we were allowed to see was their hands and faces, and Sister’s face was beautiful. She had smooth olive skin, flawless, really, with strong cheekbones and deep-set brown eyes. But what I noticed more than anything was her figure, the way her body filled her habit as she moved about the room.

The habit was supposed to take your mind off her body, but for me, it did just the opposite: it made me curious. I wanted to peek behind the curtain. And the curtain was practically molded to her. The details were hidden, but the form was obvious. The sash across her waist, which held a string of black rosary beads that hung down her leg, brought out the curve in her hips, and the white satin guimpe — what we called the bib — lay flat against the slope of her breasts, like fresh snow on a hillside.

Sometimes when she was teaching, diagramming a sentence or working out a math problem, I forgot what she was saying, and I daydreamed about what she must look like when she took a shower — sisters had to take showers, didn’t they? — shedding that portable prison one piece at a time and standing there naked at last, with nobody but God looking at her, admiring His handiwork. And I thought about how her boobs would bounce and bobble when she rubbed them with soap.

Her breasts fascinated me. All breasts did, really, because mine were just beginning to grow. I was always comparing myself to grown women, thinking, Will mine be like hers? Or hers? Some of the girls in class had been showing since fifth grade, and their bosoms were already full, which provided the boys with an endless topic for discussion. Mine were still nothing more than a pair of puffy pink buttons. Once, as an experiment, I covered them with tablespoons, to see how much overage there was. I was thrilled when I spotted the trace of a bulge along the rims, like slivers of the moon.

I still didn’t have any hair on my pussy, and just to show how much sex was not talked about at our house, I didn’t know I was going to grow any. I knew I’d probably get my period soon, because one day in sixth grade, Sister Joan Ignatius took us all to the girls’ room and showed us how to work the Kotex dispenser, but that was all they ever told us.

Whenever I pictured Sister Katherine naked, I imagined her lips were bare like mine, with a shadowy line between them that would catch the suds that washed down her body.

I’d never heard the word “lesbian,” and the idea that girls could love each other the way boys and girls did never occurred to me. But I liked thinking about Sister Katherine, imagining her body, wondering what her boobs would feel like in my hands, or her pretty bottom. Sometimes I’d lie awake and hug myself, pretending it was her.

About me. I was one of the tallest girls in my class, and skinny, with long legs and a thin face. I had long black hair and brown eyes. My skin was pale, but there was always a rosy blush in my cheeks. I’d actually begun to think of myself as pretty, because my skin was so clear, and boys had started getting crushes on me. At least that was the rumor spread by the other girls. No boy ever worked up the courage to tell me to my face.

All that’s left to describe is our school uniform, which is a big detail in any Catholic-schoolgirl story. Ours was a blue plaid jumper, with a deep V in front that plunged to the waist, worn over a soft white blouse with a round collar. The material, a kind of fuzzy flannel, was hot in the spring and cold in the winter, when the wind blew up our skirts. Dark blue knee socks and clunky blue-on-white saddle shoes — we called them clown shoes — completed the ensemble.

The uniforms were supposed to hide our bodies the way the nuns’ habits were supposed to hide theirs. It didn’t always work, especially on a girl with big boobs, but in my case it did: the only part of my body anybody ever saw was my knees.

So that’s what Sister Katherine and I looked like on the day in November when she asked me to stay after school and discuss my answers on our latest essay test. The questions were all about Christian morality and what men and women were supposed to do, or not do, about dating and marriage and babies, and I couldn’t remember any of it from class.

The book we used was confusing, too. It was one of those new Vatican II things that emphasized discussion over memorization (they’d thrown out the catechism when I was small), and almost every sentence was followed by one that started with, “On the other hand.” I didn’t care about men or women or babies anyway, so I left most of the questions blank. On a couple I wrote, “I don’t know,” and on the last one, I wrote, “I’ve never been kissed. How should I know what men and women are supposed to do?”

After all the lines had been called, and everyone had left for the day, Sister Katherine sat me down at an empty desk at the front of the center aisle and leaned against the edge of her own desk, with my paper in her hand.

She started by reading my name at the top of the page, like she was calling roll.

“Barbara Scheide,” she said. “Is everything all right at home?”

“I guess so,” I said.

“Are you sure? You seem very distracted, and your grades are slipping. I don’t want to fail you, but I have no choice if we don’t find a reason.”

I could have told her my parents were giving each other the silent treatment, and my dad was drinking more than usual — and for him, usual was a lot — but that was nothing new, and it had never interfered with school before. How could I tell her the real reason? That if I seemed distracted, it was because I was having sinful thoughts about my own teacher. And I was sure they were sinful. They must have been. Everything was. If you’re Catholic, and you’re having a thought, it’s a safe bet you’re committing a sin.

I kept my hands folded on the desk, the universal sign of obedience and submission. Sister put my paper down and came over. She genuflected next to me, bringing her eyes level with mine.

“Are you sure nothing’s the matter? I know it doesn’t seem important now, but you’re growing up, and soon you’ll be thinking about boys, and dating, and you’ll be having all kinds of new feelings. Maybe you’re having them now. Are you? Is there someone you think about a lot? Somebody in class maybe? Let me help you through it.”

It was hard to swallow, and my vision was getting blurry.

“Oh, don’t cry, sweetheart.”

She brushed my hair back and laid a hand on my bare neck. As light and cool as her touch was, it sent a hot charge all through me.

“You know, I get crushes too, sometimes,” she went on.

“Really? Who?”

“It doesn’t matter. The point is, we have to deal with it — in a Christlike way.”

With every word, she leaned in closer, until I could feel her breath on my face.

“And you,” she said. “You’ll learn. All you need is experience. If you understand what you can feel, you’ll be better prepared to handle it. Do you understand?”

“I think so.”

“You don’t, but you will.”

Her lips were next to mine, almost brushing them as she spoke. Then she stopped speaking. We were still, and the room was silent while I focused my whole being on the textured softness against my mouth. I’d never been tempted to kiss a boy. Now I never would be.

“There,” she said, after all too brief a time. “Now you’ve been kissed. Not such a big deal, is it?”

But it was, and it wasn’t enough. I swung around in my seat and ducked my head, murmuring, “No, no, no.”

This time her tongue met mine. Her arms went around me, and she pulled me out of my chair. We dropped side by side to the floor, our legs curled under us, and she buried her lips into the crook of my neck. When she licked me there, I threw my head back and sighed, “Oh.”

Her tongue traced a delicate line back to my mouth., where my own tongue was waiting. For a girl who had never been kissed, I was becoming quite the little expert. But it was easy. All I had to do was mirror her — kneading my lips, rolling my tongue just the way she did.

I can’t say I was turned on, since I didn’t know what turned on was, but I was awfully confused. My head was swimming, the room was zipping around, and my arms, hanging on her shoulders, felt heavy, so I was in no condition to resist when Sister Katherine started taking off my clothes.

I hardly noticed when she unzipped me and pulled the jumper off my shoulders, but when she unbuttoned my blouse and put her hand down my bra, I thought I should at least ask where this was going.

But all I got out was, “Sister—”

“Shhhh,” she said, stopping my mouth with her fingers. “I’ve been wrapped in this shroud for so long. All I want is to be touched, all over, with no… barriers. I need to feel someone’s body against mine.”

Apparently, I was that someone. I barely understood what was happening, but if she was saying what I thought she was saying, what she couldn’t possibly be saying, my fantasy was about to come true. I was going to see Sister Katherine George naked. And all I had to do was let her see me, which seemed like a fair trade.

“Nobody will see us,” she said as if that was the big sticking point. She stopped pulling at my clothes while we looked at one another. Now, I understood, she was leaving it up to me — the kissing, the touching, the stripping, and all of it sinful. The hypothetical situation of getting naked with your teacher had never come up in class, but even a kid can extrapolate. I was being promoted from seventh-grader to grownup. It was the biggest decision of my short, sheltered life. Bite the apple. Be like God. My heart was beating like crazy.

“Yes,” I said.

“Yes, what?” she teased me.

“Yes, Sister.”

She undressed me lovingly, gazing at me the whole time with a kind of wonder, as though my string-bean body was truly the temple of the Holy Spirit. (That’s what they told us our bodies were.) I remember every piece of my uniform coming off — the way my blouse felt as it slid down my arms, and the sense of release, the sudden freedom, when she unhooked my tight, useless bra. Reflexively, I crossed my arms over my chest, ever the modest Catholic girl.

“Come on,” she said, tugging at my wrists. “Let me see.”

“I don’t have anything,” I said.

“No, you’re beautiful. You’re just starting to develop. It’s a wonderful time.”

She took my pink nipples in her fingers and squeezed, her grip growing slowly, steadily firmer. Then she twisted them, outward, in opposite directions. The sensation washed down my legs and spread my toes apart.

Sister stood me up, lifting me under the arms, and pulled down my jumper, along with my embarrassing little-girl panties with the pink rosebuds, which caught on my shoes when she tried to get them all the way off.

“Should have done these first,” she said, and she undid my laces. I raised each foot in turn while she held my ankle and pulled off the shoe. Finally, she rolled down my socks and, balling them up, threw them away far across the room — the last symbol of my oppression, she called them. I had only the vaguest notion of what she was talking about.

But I loved being naked — and in school, too, with Sister Katherine kneeling in front of me, worshipping my bald pussy and my budding chest like Saint Teresa entranced by a vision. I’d never felt more free, more beautiful, more petrified.

Sister reached around, took my bottom in both hands, and drew me closer. I was wondering when she was going to get naked, but when she planted her mouth on my slit, I forgot about that.

It was an expectant, fluttery feeling, the kind you get at the top of the roller coaster, just before the big plunge. Sister’s wet tongue parted my tight outer lips and slithered over that funny spot that had been tempting me since I was little. Sometimes I’d tried stroking it, or just rested my hand on it, but it had never tickled like this. I shivered, my knees kind of gave, and I had to hold myself up by Sister’s shoulders. It was awkward, though, with that sharp headpiece of hers poking me in the stomach.

“Here,” she said. “Sit down.”

The floor was cold on my butt. I sat with my legs open and watched in fascination while she lifted the white crown and black veil from her head. Her hair was short and spiky — of course, she didn’t need to wear it long — and the crown left an angry red groove across her forehead. I touched it, gently, to see how deep it went.

“Touch my wounds and believe,” she said. “And you wonder why we’re so mean?”

“More,” I said, tugging at her habit. She smiled wider than I’d ever seen before. In class, she was always so serious.

“Help me,” she said. She spun around and knelt in front of me, bowing her head. The zipper and buttons came together just below the nape of her neck — the keys to the forbidden kingdom.

Stripping her was surprisingly easy. The bib had two buttons in the back, and the habit unzipped and came off in one piece. The rest was like any other girl — a black bra and pantyhose, and boring white panties that went up to her navel. They were big enough to cover a sofa. She also had a silver crucifix around her neck, which she kissed before taking it off.

Exploring her body was like exploring my own, discovering what I would become. I was taken aback by the thick bush between her legs. It was like an Afro. I couldn’t imagine kissing her there the way she’d kissed me, and getting all that hair in my mouth. A bright pink bulb like bubble gum peeped through the tangles, and I saw where her magic spot must be, but at the moment I was more interested in her breasts. They weren’t as big as I’d imagined, but they were beautifully shaped, with pale brown rings around the hard, dark nipples.

“C cups,” she said. I jiggled and squeezed them and pulled on the tips, while the itch between my legs grew ever more insistent.

“I don’t think mine will ever be this nice,” I said.

“You know,” she said, “one of the sacrifices of being a sister is that you can never have children. I’ll never know what it feels like to have a baby suckle at my breast.”

“Aw,” I said. I was so busy playing with those bouncy cushions that I didn’t catch on.

“It would be nice to have a baby,” she persisted.

“It would,” I said, still not getting it.

“Would you be my baby?” she asked.

“Yes!” I said. “Sure.”

I honestly thought she meant “baby” like “sweetheart,” and went on playing. Finally, she stopped me by clamping her hands over mine.

“You little dummy,” she said. “I’m asking you to suck my breasts.”

“Huh?”

“Please,” she said. She spun halfway around, sideways between the rows of desks, and crossed her legs. I could see more of her pink parts through the hair. Kissing her down there might not be so weird after all.

“Come,” she said, patting her leg. I scooted around and lay back across her lap. She caught me, cradling me in one arm, and pinched her nipple between two extended fingers. In our religious art books, Mary held out her nipple just like that when she offered it to Baby Jesus, and, miraculously, stars and beams of light shot out of it.

I took it in my mouth.

“That’s right, darling, suck it,” she said. “Move your tongue, like you’re sipping through a straw. Don’t be afraid to bite. You can’t hurt me. Oh… my little baby.”

I’d dreamed of seeing her naked, of feeling her breasts, and now I understood that she’d been dreaming, too — dreaming of nursing a baby, even if that baby was twelve years old. We both got our wish that afternoon.

My legs fell open, and the hand that had held her nipple found my creamy center. She cooed over me, telling me not to be afraid to let go and come. I didn’t know what that meant. I thought she was asking me to suck harder, so I did, and the harder I sucked, the faster she jiggled my bud. The mystery was how wet I was, the juice that was dousing her hand. Where was it all coming from? Wherever it was, I was glad it was there, because it made it easy for Sister Katherine to slide her fingers deep inside me.

She started tentatively, just feeling around, but when she heard my breathing change, and the little grunts and squeaks I was making, and felt how wet I was, and knew I was okay, and I wanted it, she went at me hard. I could hear the sloshing between my legs as she pumped my hole, like a footrace through a swamp.

Something was growing inside me — something I always suspected was there, but was afraid to let loose. Well, it was loose now, and I couldn’t put it back in its cage. And I didn’t want to. I squealed into Sister’s tit.

“That’s it, baby… come for me.”

And now I knew what “come” meant, because it was happening right then — a sensation, like nothing I’d ever known, that radiated from the tips of Sister Katherine’s fingers. My first orgasm, big and terrifying and wonderful. For an ecstatic moment I was aware of only two things: the wild spasms in my cunt, and Sister’s nipple, which seemed to swell in my mouth the harder I sucked.

But I couldn’t ride the wave forever. It had lifted me up high, and it was going to drop me a long way down. I crashed, rolling my head away, losing Sister’s breast.

“Good girl,” she said, easing off with her hand, talking me down. “That’s it, just let go. Not so bad, is it?”

She drew her fingers from my hole and held me in both arms as the shuddering died away.

“Have you ever felt anything so good?” she whispered.

“No,” I said. “What was it?”

“I’ll tell you all about it,” she said. “I’ll tell you everything. Right now, I just want to look at you.”

And she did, rocking me with an expression I’d never seen before in anyone. I felt safe in her arms, yet poised on the brink of something exciting and dangerous, innocent yet decidedly dirty, and wholly new, as though my body and I had just been introduced. At the same time, I suddenly felt more mature than anyone else in the seventh grade.

On the less complicated side, I got an A on the test.

On to Part Two!

by Joe Dornish

I woke up the next morning in bed with Kiki. I left her sleeping and wandered to the kitchen, where I found Mum and Henri drinking tea. Mum had her white robe on, but Henri was naked.

“Morning, sweetie,” said Mum, giving me a big hug and a kiss.

“G’morning, sexy,” said Henri and kissed me passionately.

“Are you hungry?” asked Mum. “I’m about to start breakfast.” Knowing I’d be wanting orange juice, she was already pouring me a glass, I took it from her and gulped it down, eager to replace the fluids I’d lost from hours of sex and God knows how many orgasms.

I set the empty glass on the counter. “Yes, please, I’m starved.”

“Fancy a swim while Heather’s doing breakfast?” Henri asked.

Suddenly I was my ten-year-old self again, eager to play in the pool. “Oh yes, please! Is that okay, Mum?”

She had to laugh. “Of course, love. Go have fun, we can eat by the pool. Think I’ll join you afterward.”

As Henri and I ran off toward the pool, I almost blurted out, ‘“Wait, I’ve not got a bathing costume,” but luckily I caught myself first. Since when did I have to wear anything around my new lover?

We quickly rinsed off at the nearby showers and jumped into the pool which, I was pleased to discover, was heated.

We had a lovely time swimming, splashing and messing around. There was lots of kissing and fondling, of course, which was what we were doing when Kiki came in with the drinks.

“Morning, girls. Breakfast is ready. Poppy, there are towels on the side.”

“Morning, and thanks!” I shouted across the pool.

As I clambered out of the water, Henri fondled my pussy, making me laugh and scream at the same time. That sent her into fits of giggles, and she chased me out of the pool and to the table. We were dripping water everywhere and laughing so hard that tears were coming down our cheeks. That was when Mum and Kiki brought out the rest of breakfast on a couple of trays. I snatched up a towel, quickly rubbed myself down, then took a seat.

Kiki and Mum had laid out an array of pastries, toast, jams, sliced meats and cheese. There was yoghurt, fruit and juice, along with a pot of tea. I tucked in right away, loving every bite, I’d not eaten breakfast like that before — we usually just have cereal or toast and a fry up at the weekend. Mum explained it was a continental breakfast. I nodded to let her know I understood, which of course I didn’t.

We had finished eating and were all about to get in the jacuzzi when Mum’s phone pinged. She glanced at the message, then said, “Poppy, we’ve been invited to Sunday lunch with Nicole and her kids.”

This was news to me. “Today? Really? That’s a bit random. I haven’t even spoken to Mia. Why didn’t she let me know?”

The last time I’d hung out with Mia she’d ended up a bit off with me, just because we were caught kissing by my mum. Of course, Mum thought that was wonderful… but for some reason, it bothered Mia. Now her mum was inviting us over?

Kiki, Henri and Mum all looked at each other for the briefest instant, but I noticed right away. What was going on? I felt like there was some secret I’d not been told about just yet.

“Nicole told me that Mia tried to call you, sweetie,” Mum said. “In fact, she left several messages.”

I made a face. “Oh, hell… I haven’t checked my phone. It’s in my bag in the spare room.”

Mum had got me a small pay-as-you-go mobile phone two years ago for safety, My sister Lilly has one, too. We have a ten pound a month allowance. Mia is the only person I ever speak to, so I managed to save a lot of my credit up, I’ve got over thirty pounds at the moment. Lilly uses her allowance within days and is constantly complaining about it for the rest of the month. Sometimes, if I’m feeling sorry for her, I’ll let Lilly use my phone for a few minutes.

“Don’t you want to go to Nicole’s, sweetheart?” Mum asked me. “I’m sure that Mia would love to spend some time with you.”

“Well, sure. What time do we have to be there?”

“One o’clock. We’ve still got our change of clothes, so we can go straight from here. It’s not far, we can leave at twelve forty-five and still be early.”

“That’s nearly three hours!”  Henri exclaimed, clapping her hands. “Come on, let’s sit in the jacuzzi until we wrinkle up!”

“Sounds like a plan,” said Kiki, rising to her feet.

A moment later the four of us were soaking away under the bubbling water, I was seated between Kiki’s thighs, resting against her breasts. She was cuddling me, lightly stroking my body and sometimes my pussy, but it wasn’t so much sexual as affectionate. It felt lovely, especially with the hot water caressing our bare bodies.

But something else was on my mind. I was wondering about that lunch invitation. I couldn’t even say why, it just seemed odd. Finally, I decided to just come out with it. “Mum?”

“Yes, sweetie.”

“Why did Nicole invite us for lunch?”

Kiki and Henri both gave Mum that look again, and she said, “All right, I’ll tell her.”

I knew it! Something was going on, and by then, I was determined to find out what it might be. “Tell me what?”

“Well, you see,” Mum began, “Nicole and I sent a few messages to each other, and now we’re getting friendly.”

“So why are you being so, so secret about it?”

“Well, you see…”

“Heather, would you like me to explain?” said Kiki.

Mum gave her a grateful look. “Do you mind?”

“Not at all.” She turned to me. “Poppy, darling… even though you and your mum have have had full-on lesbian sex together, I’m afraid that she can’t help but see you as a little girl. Okay, you resemble a child, but you and I both know that you’re really a sizzling little sex pot.”

I blushed at such flattery, but managed to say, “Um, thanks.”

“No need — I’m just stating the facts. Anyhow, seeing as you know how to make love like a grown woman, I see no reason not to treat you like one. With me so far?”

“Well… sure.”

So here it is. Your mother wants to fuck Nicole Buckly in a big way, but she isn’t able to tell if Nicole genuinely interested, or if she’s just being friendly. I’d say that the lunch invite was Nicole’s way of moving things along… wouldn’t you, Poppy?”

“Er, yeah, I suppose… but is that okay with you? It looks like you’re trying to help Mum get with Nicole. Does that mean you don’t mind if, you know, Mum does sex with other women?”

Kiki looked at Mum, who shrugged and said, “You’ve started now, love — might as well tell her everything.”

Taking a deep breath, Kiki said, “You see, Poppy, your mum isn’t the only one here who’s lusting after a member of the Buckly family. I know that you’re crushing on Nicole’s daughter Mia, but can you guess who else fancies who…?”

I pondered Kiki’s words. “Well, Henri likes Mia’s big sister Lottie, I know that much. Who else, then?”

She smiled. “First, it is true that your mother wants to fuck Nicole, but so do we all. Even you, I’ll wager,” Kiki added with a wink.

I pondered that for a moment, then nodded. I’d never had sexual thoughts about Mia’s mum until right then, but she was a beautiful woman who was totally fit — why wouldn’t I want to go to bed with her?

Kiki continued. “The thing is, the one your mum wants most of all is Nicole’s daughter Evie — and I don’t blame her one bit, that child is an absolute stunner.”

It took me a second, but then it sank in. “Wait… Evie is in the same class as Lilly. She’s only seven!”

By then, Mum was looking incredibly embarrassed, her cheeks flushed a bright pink. Kiki took her hand and patted it. “You see, Poppy… your mummy has a sexual attraction to little girls. She made love to you, after all, and you’re only three years older than Evie.” She smiled at Mum, who was unable to meet my gaze. “When did you begin to have these feelings, Heather?”

Mum shrugged. “Oh… when I was fifteen or so, just after I realised that I was gay.” She looked up at me. “There was this sweet little eight-year-old named Julia who I used to babysit. I ended up falling in love with her.”

“Did you ever, um… do anything?” I asked. “With her, I mean. Julia.”

“I never did, but I thought about her often when I masturbated,” said Mum, giving me a shy smile. “Just like I’ve fantasised about you, sweetheart — many, many times.”

I felt such a rush of love for my mother right then that it made me dizzy. It made me want to go over and climb in her lap, but I didn’t want to look like a kid.

“Your mum isn’t the only one here who loves little girls,” said Kiki. “I do, too.”

“So do I!” Henri exclaimed. “Oh my gosh, those junior school cuties…” She rolled her eyes. “I want to strip them all off to their knickers.”

“That’s what this lunch invitation from Nicole is all about,” Kiki told me. “It seems that all four of us take a sexual interest in the Buckly family, and your mother intends to do something about that.” She had a hand tucked between my legs, and the tip of her finger was gliding up and down through my slit.

“What if…” I said, “What if we could all have fun with them at the same time? Us and Mia, and Nicole, Lottie, Evie… with our clothes off and d-doing sex stuff, like we were last night? Oh, wow, I bet that would b-be amazing!” I was babbling, caught up in this crazy fantasy while Kiki masturbated me.

Kiki didn’t seem to think it was crazy, though. “Poppy, love… that is exactly what we were thinking — a massive lesbian orgy, all mums, daughters and sisters together.”

A question occurred to me. “Kiki? You like girls, the same way Mum does… so there must be one special girl you like most of all, huh?”

“You’re very perceptive, Poppy. I was just coming to that part. Do you know Beth Cornish?”

“You like Beth Cornish? She’s in the year above me, I think she’s twelve. She’s very pretty.”

“I know! That red hair and fair skin and those bright green eyes… they make me melt every time I see her. I’m smitten, I admit it. There, shoot me at dawn if you will, I’m a lost cause!” She drew her wrist across her forehead and rolled her eyes in a totally dramatic way. We all giggled and laughed at that.

Kiki wasn’t touching my pussy any more, but I didn’t mind — actually, I was hoping that we’d be having sex again, and I wanted to save myself for that.

“You never know, maybe it’ll happen,” I said.

Kiki was beaming, “Thanks, Poppy. I do love an optimist.”

Then Mum spoke up. “There’s one more thing we ought to talk about, sweetie.”

“Um… is it about Lilly?” If Mum hadn’t raised the subject of my little sister, I would have. If Evie was old enough for sex, then so was Lilly, right? Besides, I’d been having fantasies about her for days…

Kiki was clearly pleased. “Poppy, you are a marvel… wise beyond your years, emotionally mature and able to enjoy sex just as much as any grown woman. It’s true — we’ve been discussing Lilly, thinking about getting her involved in our little mother-daughter sex club. We aren’t sure if she’s ready for it, though. What do you think?”

I was thrilled she’d asked my opinion, treating me like a grownup, “Um. Well, I’m pretty sure she likes girls. If Lilly knew Mum and I were having sex, or that we wanted to do stuff with girls like Evie… then she’d want to do it too.”

Kiki kissed my cheek. “That’s what I think. Henri’s not sure and your mum… well, Heather thinks we should wait.”

“Mum, if Lilly found out, then she’d be unhappy with us for not including her. She doesn’t like being left out of anything. I think we should let her know. Maybe don’t tell her everything all at once.”

“Definitely don’t do that,” said Mum. “In fact, don’t tell her anything until I say so, okay? If we’re bringing Lilly into this, we’ve got to be careful.”

“I’ve got an idea about that, Mum. What if, uh… what if I fucked Lilly?”

That shocked her, and no mistake. I heard Henri murmur, “Bloody hell.”

“Good on you, girl!” Kiki exclaimed, breaking into a huge grin. She looked over at Mum. “I think Poppy’s got the right idea, Heather. It’s a lot less risky than you or me seducing her.”

“I’ve created a monster,” Mum declared, shaking her head. Gazing evenly at me, she said, “Fair enough, sweetie. Here’s the deal. if Lilly wants sex with you, then fine, I’m all for it. But when I say ‘only if she wants to’, I mean that. It has to be Lilly’s choice. Don’t twist her arm, don’t pressure her.”

“I wouldn’t do that to my own sister, Mum!” I protested, feeling a little hurt.

Mum made a face. “Sorry, sweetheart. I know you’re better than that. I’m just being extra careful.”

“It’s okay. I mean, she might not even want to do anything with me. I kinda think she will, though.”

“Just have fun, darling. Oh, and be sure to tell us all about it!” said Kiki.

“I will. Also, Henri and I can try to be really good friends with Beth Cornish. Then we can bring her home with us… and, y’know, introduce her to our moms.”

“I’d like to be her friend, and not just ‘cos I want to fuck her,” said Henri. “I mean, she seems like a really nice person anyhow.”

“Aren’t our girls just the best, Heather?” said Kiki. She glanced at her watch. “We haven’t got long before you two dash off to Nicole’s, so how about we wander back to the bedroom and have some more fun?”

“I like the sound of that,” I said.

***

That morning, I learned that when two women rub their pussies together, it’s called tribbing. Mum, Kiki and Henri each showed me different ways of doing it, like scissoring or lying on top of each other. Henri told me that the more I did it, the better I’d get. Good thing too, because I planned on doing it a lot!

I needed another shower after all that sex, and as we left for lunch at Mia’s house, my pussy was still tingling from I don’t know how many orgasms.

We were on the way to pick Lilly up from her friend’s house before going to Mia’s, when Mum suddenly asked me, “So what do you think of Kiki and Henri, then?”

“Oh, Mum, they’re so, so much fun… I love them to bits. I still can’t believe that Kiki bought me all these amazing clothes.” Then I realised something.  “You know, I haven’t shown you any of the things she got me.”

“Well, Kiki gave me a good idea of what you picked out. Maybe when we have a moment alone, you can model them for me.”

That made me grin. “Sounds like fun.”

Mum touched my bare knee with the tip of her index finger. “Actually, what I’m looking forward to isn’t so much seeing you in your new things… it’s getting you out of them.” As Mum spoke, she trailed that finger up my thigh until it slipped beneath the hem of the dress I wore, then returned her hand to the steering wheel, a smirk on her lips.

Even after the sex party we’d just had, Mum’s touch made my heart throb and got my knickers damp. I didn’t even need that much to turn me on — just thinking about Mum and me being lovers was enough. And soon, hopefully, I’d get the chance to explore those same pleasures with Lilly.

As if Mum knew exactly what I was thinking about, she said, “Let’s talk about your sister for a moment. Do you remember when I showed you how to masturbate?”

“Yeah. Pretty amazing.”

“Poppy, you’ve no idea how much that turned me on, I get wet just thinking about it. So I was wondering if you could do something like that with Lilly, teach her the right way to touch herself.”

Of course, I loved the idea. “That would be so hot! Shall I talk to her about it tonight?”

“If you feel it’s right, then sure. Don’t come straight out with it, though — you don’t want to scare her off.”

“Okay. Maybe I’ll try and play a kissing game with her first.”

Mum nodded her approval. “That’s a good idea.”

We had to change the subject, because we arrived at Lilly’s friends’ house.

When she got in the car, Lilly was buzzing with excitement and full of tales of her weekend. She’d had a lot of fun, from the sound of it. Not as much as me, though! I told myself.

I don’t normally have an enormous appetite, but I guess sex must make you really hungry, because I was positively ravenous by the time we got to Mia’s house. Mum parked out front, then we got out and marched up to the front door. I rang the bell, then Nicole answered and invited us in with a friendly smile.

I’d only briefly met Mia’s mum and sisters at school, so I hadn’t had much of a chance to study them in detail. The family resemblance was clear — they all had similar features with the same light brown hair.

Lottie, the eldest, was fifteen, and I could see at a glance why Henri liked her so much. She has beautiful smouldering eyes that she accentuated with dark makeup. She wore tight jeans with a tight-fitting jumper, which really did make her look dead sexy.

Evie was cute as hell, with a smile that would melt the coldest of hearts. She was a cheerful girl who always seemed to be in a good mood. Her blue dress and ankle socks were adorable and she had her tied back in a French plait.

Their mother Nicole had warm, friendly eyes, and a presence that made you feel at home straight away. She was wearing quite a short red pleated skirt with a white blouse that was so sheer you could see the lacy pattern of her bra underneath. Her legs were bare and beautiful, and I couldn’t help but picture myself lying between them.

Mia was wearing black leggings with a long pink T-shirt. I could see the shape of her nipples through the fabric, and it made me wonder if she’d gone without knickers as well.

After all the greetings were over and done with, Mia showed me around the house. I could see right away that she wasn’t upset anymore about Mum catching us kissing. In fact, Mia was her old happy, chatty self while she gave me the grand tour, which was a big relief.

The Buckly home is semi-detached and very nice, although it couldn’t help but seem a bit small after the sprawl of Kiki’s house. Lottie and Nicole have their own bedrooms, but Mia and Evie share one. Maybe that was why she’d never invited me for a sleepover, because she didn’t have a room of her own.

I liked being shown around and spending time with Mia, but still felt incredibly hungry. Thankfully, lunch was ready just as we’d seen all there was to see.

As it turned out, Nicole was a great cook. We had roast lamb with all the trimmings and chocolate cake for dessert. I ate until I could hardly move, and just wanted to curl up with Mum on the sofa and have a nap. I knew that wasn’t the polite thing to do, though. Anyway, a few minutes after we finished dessert, Mia gave my hand a squeeze and invited me to come up to her room.

So while Mum, Nicole and Lottie sat at the dining room table and chatted, Evie and Lilly ran off to play in the living room, and Mia led me upstairs. When we got into her room, she closed the door and, without a word, kissed me on the mouth! A proper kiss, too — with tongues and everything. I was surprised, but in a very nice way.

When we broke off, Mia said, “That’s to apologise for being so grumpy at your house. I just got a little freaked out when your mum caught us kissing.”

“Oh, that’s okay, honest — Mum was fine about it, and so was I.”

“Anyhow, I told my mum that we kissed… and that your mum saw us.”

“Wow! What did she say?”

“She said it was beautiful, that it was fine and we should just have fun, you and me.” She giggled. “Y’know,  It was Mum’s idea to kiss you to say I was sorry.”

“Tell her I thought it was a great idea!”

Mia sat on the bed, so I sat down beside her.

“Um, Poppy? I told my mum that you’re a lesbian. I hope that’s okay.”

“I’d rather you’d asked me first… but yeah, it’s fine.”

“Sorry. Um, the thing is… I told her that I’m a lesbian, too.” She was blushing, staring down at her feet.

“That’s wonderful!” I cried. “Oh, Mia… well done. What did she say?”

“You’ll never guess.”

I nudged her impatiently. “Go on, tell me!”

“My mother is bisexual! She’s had lots of girlfriends. She likes women more, actually.”

“No way! That’s mental. You know, I think we’re all into girls. Well, most of us.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, me and my mum are both gay, like you and your mum…”

“Wait, wait — your mum is into girls?”

“Oh, yeah, definitely,” I took a deep breath, then went for it. “I think Lilly might be, too. What about your sisters — do they like girls? If they did, then that would be all of us!” I said, showing a little more excitement than I’d intended.

“Gosh, um, I know Lottie is into girls, she told me so… but Evie? I’m not sure, maybe she is.”

I couldn’t stop grinning. “It’s mad to think that we could have two whole families of lesbians.” Actually, it was three families, counting Kiki and Henri, but I couldn’t tell Mia that.

“I like your room,” I said, figuring that I’d pushed the subject of our sexuality as far as I could for the moment.

Mia, on the other hand, wasn’t ready to let it drop. “Thanks. It’s not as nice as yours, though, and I have to share with Evie. Um, Poppy? Would you like to do some more kissing? It’s okay, my mum said we could if we wanted to. She even promised to make sure Evie doesn’t barge in on us.”

Actually, I wouldn’t have minded Evie barging in at all, but kept that to myself. “I’d love to!”

I leaned in with my eyes closed and our lips met. I put one arm on her shoulder and the other on her waist as our tongues mingled. We shared a long, affectionate kiss, then Mia let out a cute little murmur of disapproval as I broke off.

“Aw, I was enjoying that,” she pouted.

“Me too… but why don’t we lie down while we kiss?”

Mia pondered that, then broke into a huge grin. “Okay!”

We laid down on our sides, face to face, and had the most wonderful kissing session. First we were silly and playful, giggling all the while — then everything became sweet and gentle, which was even better. We let our hands do some exploring while we kissed, touching each other’s chests, tummies and bottoms. That’s when I realised that Mia really had gone without wearing knickers!

Despite how excited that got me, I didn’t feel the urge to take things any further just yet — maybe because we were already having such a lovely time.

After about an hour or so, I asked Mia, “Do you want to have another sleepover at my house?”

“You know I do,” Mia said. “By the way, I’m sorry that I forgot to tell you how much I enjoyed visiting your house last time. I wanted to invite you to spend the night over here, but…” She pointed to the other bed, the one that her sister slept in. “I was a bit embarrassed, ‘cause I share with Evie and you’ve got your own room.”

“I don’t mind,” I said. “We’ll both sleep in your bed, won’t we?” Actually, I was thinking about how cool it would be to fuck Mia with Evie just a few feet away. Now that I’d got a good look as Mia’s little sister, I found myself wanting her just as much as Mum did.

Mia blushed, and we kissed for a while longer until her mum called us. Before we went downstairs, Mia said she’d ask her mum about me staying over at her house, then accepted an invitation to stay at mine on Friday night.

When I entered the living room, I was a little surprised to see Nicole in an easy chair with Lilly in her lap, while Evie was nestled in my mother’s arms on the sofa. Lottie must have been in her room. To Mia, it must have all seemed very innocent, but there was a certain mood in the air that I picked up on straight away. For starters, Mum had a dreamy look in her eyes, the look that said she wanted to make love. I knew for sure that her knickers had to have a big wet patch on the front.

Mum’s hand was resting on Evie’s knee, while Nicole had her left arm around Lilly’s waist, with the right hand stroking my little sister’s thigh. There was nothing openly sexual going on, but something I saw in Nicole’s expression was suspiciously similar to Mum’s. Something had passed between them, I was sure of it.

“Erm, Mum… I invited Mia to a sleepover on Friday night. Is that okay?”

She smiled at me. “Of course it’s okay, but that gives me an idea. Nicole, how about you and I go out on Friday night as well? Lottie and my friend’s daughter can babysit the girls together at my house.”

“Is that the girl you mentioned earlier… er, Henri?” asked Nicole.

“Yes, that’s her.”

“Why not? Let the girls make a party out of it. I’m sure they’ll have fun.”

Mum turned to us. “What do you say, girls… shall we have a big sleepover at our house?”

Of course everyone loved the idea, so much that our excited shouts brought Lottie downstairs.

Nicole filled her eldest daughter in on the plan for Friday night. “So, are you willing to look after the girls for us, Lottie?”

“Sure, why not,” Lottie answered.

“Do you know a girl named Henri who goes to your school?” asked my mum. “We wanted to ask her to babysit with you.”

Lottie nodded. “Yeah… I mean, she’s a year below me so we’re not close, but I do know who she is. She seems nice.”

I knew that Henri would be thrilled to hear that, and vowed to call her with the news as soon as I got home. Then it struck me, something Mum said just a moment ago. “Did you say ‘as well’? Are you going out another time too?” I asked, looking from her to Nicole.

“Yes, we are. Nicole and I are having lunch together on Wednesday.”

“Oh, good.” I was a bit embarrassed for blurting out the question in the first place.

We left soon after, arriving home around six o’clock. Mum sent Lilly up to have a bath, then she and I went into the living room to chat. She had white wine, and I had hot chocolate.

“Some weekend, eh?” she asked.

“You could say that… actually, it’s been mental. I’ve loved every minute of it. Can we do it again soon?”

“Trust me, sweetie, I want a repeat performance just as much as you do. You’ll see Henri on Friday, and I’ll ask Kiki to pick her up from our house on Saturday morning. That way Kiki can meet Lilly.”

“But when do you think we can have sex with Henri and Kiki again?”

“Well… we have to think about Lilly. The next time she spends the night with a friend, we can do it then.”

“God, that could be ages,” I sighed, cuddling up to Mum.

“Don’t worry, we’ll see them soon.” She kissed the top of my head, her fingers gently teasing my nipples through the top I wore. “And if you want to, we can have a little fun in my room once Lilly’s gone to bed.”

“Yes, please!” I’d assumed that we wouldn’t be making love, as it was a school night.

“We have to be super quiet… and since it’s a school night, you can’t stay up too late.”

“No problem.” I hugged her tightly. Thanks, Mum. I love you.”

Mum caressed my face. “I love you too, sweetheart. It means so much to me, this… this closeness you and I have now.” She placed a tiny kiss on the tip of my nose. “It makes me so incredibly happy, being my little girl’s lover.”

I was just about to tell her about how awesome she made me feel, but then Lilly came in with wet hair and a towel wrapped around her body, saying, “What are you guys talking about?”

“Oh, nothing, really. Who’s turn is it to pick the film this time?” I said as Mum quickly removed her hand from my chest.

“Mine,” Lilly insisted.

She wanted to see some silly animated film. I can’t remember what it was, because I was too occupied by thoughts of sex with Mum, my new friends Henri and Kiki, and Mia’s family. Also, I was sneaking glances at my sister, wondering if she was naked under that towel.

***

After that visit, I was pretty sure Mia was my girlfriend, although we hadn’t yet said it out loud. Most days, we were sneaking behind the hedge on the school grounds to kiss and touch each other before heading home. I was really looking forward to the sleepover on Friday, and dropping none too subtle hints around Mia about sharing a bed with her. I even told her I planned to sleep naked. She thought I was kidding, though. I couldn’t wait to see her face when I started stripping off at bedtime!

Mum and I did fuck on Sunday night, right after Lily went to bed. We did it again in the bathroom on Monday morning, and after school that same afternoon while my sister was at ballet class. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other. Every chance we got, Mum and I had a quick kiss and a cuddle, more if we could. We had to be careful Lilly didn’t catch us, though.

It felt so naughty and thrilling, sneaking around and having sex whenever we could. More than that, it was also very romantic. I’d never felt so close to my mother, never loved her more. It made me sad to think that Lilly was missing out, though. I was trying to spend more time with her, looking for any opportunity to discuss sex, or even kissing.

I’d seen Henri at school, of course, and we caught up on what progress we were making with our crushes. I told her that Lottie definitely liked girls, and that she thought Henri was nice. Henri was delighted, to say the least, and made plans to strike up a conversation with Lottie if the opportunity arose.

In the meantime, Henri had made good progress with Beth Cornish. She’d spoken to the girl twice, and they seemed to be getting friendly. In passing, Henri mentioned to Beth that she was friends with me, so I made a mental note to introduce myself to Beth when I saw her.

On Wednesday afternoon I was walking home alone — Mia had a music lesson — and a few streets away from my house, Nicole drove past. She noticed me, and we smiled and waved at each other. Then I hurried home, wanting to find out how Mum’s lunch with Nicole had gone.

Lilly was already home when I got in. She came up to me as I was taking my coat off and said, “You just missed Nicole. I got to sit on her lap again!” Then she skipped off triumphantly, as if she’d won some big prize.

When I saw Mum in the kitchen she was beaming and looked lovely in a black mini-skirt and a white blouse — no bra, I noted.

“You look happy,” I said and kissed her.

“Oh, I’ve got a very good reason to be happy,” she was grinning from ear to ear. She looked around. “Where’s your sister?”

“Watching TV.”

Drawing closer, Mum whispered, “Nicole and I fucked!”

“No way! Good for you, Mum! How did it happen?”

“Nicole was supposed to come over here and pick me up, then we were to head over to the pub for lunch. Instead, we didn’t even leave the house! I guess we could both sense a growing attraction between us ever since Sunday… and this afternoon, it went off like a bomb.”

I was hanging on Mum’s every word. “Just like that, huh?”

“Nicole had her tongue in my mouth less than sixty seconds after I closed the door behind her. We had sex on the couch, then went upstairs and did it again. In fact, we were in bed until just a few minutes before your sister got home.”

“What was it like?”

“Fantastic! Oh my God, Poppy, Nicole looks amazing out of her clothes… and she’s a wonderful lover, very generous in bed.”

“Stop it, you’re making my knickers wet! Wow, wish I could fuck her, too…”

That made Mum grin, like she’d been up to something naughty. “Oh, I’m working on that. In fact, I made a big step forward today.”

“Oh?”

“Mu-um!” Lilly called from the other room.

She went to see what my sister wanted, then came back in the kitchen, got some juice and cookies and took them back out to Lilly.

When she got back, Mum said, “Sorry, where were we?”

“You made a big step forward,” I offered.

“Oh yes. I think you’ll like this. We were upstairs and when we passed your door, Nicole asked if that was your bedroom. I said yes, and showed her inside. Now, at this point, we’d already had sex a few times, so we were still completely starkers.”

You were both naked in my room? Cool!”

“Oh, it gets better. Nicole commented on how nice the room was, then she said something curious. She spoke of what a lovely, innocent girl you were. The way she said ‘innocent’ was intriguing; it seemed to me that there was more to it, some deeper meaning. So I took a chance and said, ‘Poppy isn’t that innocent’. Then I showed her your thongs.”

“You never! What did she say?”

“She thought they would look very sexy on you. Then she saw those unopened stockings. I told her that you were saving those for a special occasion, and maybe you’d model them for us sometime soon. Nicole said that she would like that very much… especially if you were showing off one of your thongs at the same time. She said it like a joke, but I could tell that the idea turned her on.”

“Omigod. Really? You’re not kidding? Mia’s mum wants to see me in my thong and stockings?”

“Who can blame her? Sweetheart, you have no idea how sexy you are. The next time we visit Kiki and Henri, you’ll have to model some of your new things for them, too. And for me.”

“I like that idea, Mum — of stripping off to my knickers and having women look at me. I, um…” I was getting embarrassed, seeing Mum smile as I rambled on. “It makes me feel excited, the idea of girls and ladies wanting me and thinking I’m sexy, even, y’know, sort of like… um, I’m not sure what.” I gave a jittery laugh, then fell silent.

Placing a hand on my shoulder, Mum murmured, “I know exactly what you mean. I find it very erotic to be the centre of attention in a slutty, whorish way.”

I frowned. “And that’s okay? To be… slutty or whorish?”

“Of course it’s okay. Sweetie, you can be whatever or whoever you want to be when it comes to your sex life. So long as you are happy and nobody’s getting hurt, then it’s fine. Sometimes Henri, Kiki and I play a little rough when we fuck, and I let them use me however they want. If I’m in the right mood, it’s incredibly erotic.”

“Wow, I had no idea.”

“There’s still a lot for you to discover, sweetie. You’ve only seen the tip of the iceberg.”

“Yeah, and I can’t wait to discover it all!”

Mum laughed, then gave my bum a pat. “One step at a time, sweetie.”

On to Chapter Nine!

by Joe Dornish

When I first opened my eyes I figured it was morning, then realised it was still dark outside. Mum was still lying next to me. 

“What time is it?” I asked.

“Guess.”

Wiping my eyes, I sat up. “Um, 2 AM?”

Mum chuckled. “Nope.”

“3 AM, then.”

“No, you’re getting colder.”

“Midnight?” It felt much later than that.

“It’s nearly ten-thirty,” Mum said, grinning.

“What? Are you serious?”

“I am indeed. Look,” she said, pointing to the clock on the bedside table.

“Wow, I was sure it was later,” I mumbled.

“Don’t forget, we were done with dinner around 8 PM before you and I came up here. That’s later than we usually eat.”

“How long was I asleep?”

“I’m not sure, since I dozed off too… but no more than half an hour, I’m thinking.” Mum smiled at me. ”How do you feel, sweetie?” 

“My kitty — no, my pussy is tingling. In a good way, though. Y’know, I think I’ll say ‘pussy’ instead of ‘kitty’ from now on. It feels more grown up.”

Mum was all smiles, her happiness plain to see. She ran a hand over my body “You are very mature for your age — emotionally, I mean.” She was looking me up and down while she talked, tenderly stroking my tummy. “I look at you and still see my beautiful child… sweet, kind and fun. But now there’s another side to you, one you’ve recently discovered: this sexy, smouldering girl who is hungry for love. Oh, Poppy… do you have any idea how irresistible you are?”

I shook my head. Being desired by others was a new experience for me.

“And that just makes you all the more lovable,” Mum continued.

I glanced at the clock. “Um, I know it’s past my bedtime, but I’m wide awake. Can I stay up with you?”

Mum was pleased with that, I could tell. “Of course you can, sweetheart. In fact, I was hoping you’d wake up, just so we could fuck again. I want to keep this going until the early hours.”

She had a dreamy look in her eyes that I was beginning to recognise. It was subtle, but it was there, and I was ready to do whatever my mother wanted.  

“Yeah! Let’s do that! Hold on, Mum… can I ask you something first?”

“Well, sure. Anything at all. What is it, sweetie?”

“Are… are making love and fucking the same thing?” It still felt strange, swearing in front of Mum. I felt my face getting hot. It was crazy — an hour ago I came on her face, now I’m blushing because I said ‘fuck’. Mum was right, there was a part of me that still felt like a bashful little girl.

She thought about it for a moment, then said, “I suppose they are similar physically, but emotionally they’re very different.”

“How?”

“Hmmm… I know, I’ll demonstrate it to you. Pay attention, now.” Mum leaned in and stroked my face with the back of her hand, kissed my cheek, then tenderly brushed my lips with hers, whispering softly, “I love you, sweetheart.”

A shiver ran down my spine. I tried to say I love you too in reply, but before I could Mum said, “And now…”

Suddenly she sat up and yanked the covers away, leaving me completely bare, then quickly straddled my belly. Seizing my wrists, she held me down then attacked my neck and shoulder with kisses and little love bites. 

I yelped and squealed in delight. It was just like the monster game, and my pussy was throbbing like crazy. Then, with her face about an inch from mine, Mum gazed into my eyes and said, “I love you,” in this sultry, sexy voice, all the while grinding her pussy against my thigh. Fuck, it was exciting! 

Then just like that, she stopped, then stretched out next to me again. “Okay, then. I used the same words… but which one was fucking, and which was making love?”

“Ah, I get it now. The first time was making love, the second time was fucking. So that’s the difference, then.”

“They’re both very enjoyable. But it’s not always that clear cut, sometimes it’s some of each. More than anything, it depends on what you and your lover are in the mood for. You’ll find out as you go along.”

I made a face. “I’d rather know now.”

“It’s not that simple. Look, I’ve been to Florence and you haven’t, right? I can tell you all about the city and how lovely it is, but it’s not the same as going there and seeing it for yourself.”

“Okay, I see what you mean. So that makes you a sort of tour guide, huh?” I said with a cheeky grin.

Mum laughed. “You catch on quick. Believe me, I’m looking forward to taking you to some very interesting places.”

We both needed to pee, so I followed Mum into the bathroom, which isn’t unusual. When my sister and I were little, Mum was always complaining that she never got any time to herself, even on the toilet. That just made me and Lilly want to barge in on her even more. These days, we pee in front of each other all the time.

“Hey, are you hungry?” Mum asked when we were done in the bathroom.

“Starved. Have you got anything to eat in your bag?”

“No, but there’s a whole kitchen full of food out there. We’ll go fix ourselves a little something.”

“Won’t that wake Kiki and Henri up?”

Mum shook her head. “It’s early, they’re still awake. I heard them fucking while you were asleep.”

“Oh my God… do you think they heard us?”

“They probably did. We were pretty loud, after all. But that’s okay, we’re all friends here.”

“Sorry, I forgot how…” I took a second to think of the right word, “…how open this all is.” Then I gave a nervous laugh. “Maybe ‘open’ isn’t the right word.”

“It’s exactly the right word. Did you come up with that by yourself?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Clever girl. An open relationship, that’s the correct term for what Kiki and I have. Henri’s part of it, too. Speaking of which, shall we pay them a little visit?”

Needless to say, I liked that idea a lot. “Yes!”

We put on the fluffy white robes Kiki had left out for us. Mine fit me perfectly, I realised that it didn’t fit anyone else in the house, so Kiki must have bought it especially for me.

As we padded toward the door, Mum stopped me. “Poppy, before we leave the room, I want to ask you something.”

“Okay.”

“You know that Kiki and Henri are lovers.”

I could see right away where she was going with this. “Uh-huh, sure.”

“Well, now that you and I have become lovers too, and they’re our friends… I think we can have some fun with them, too, don’t you?”

“Do you mean, um, have sex with them?”

“Yes,” Mum hesitantly replied.

“Well, I was kinda hoping that would happen.”

That brought a smile to her face. “Are you sure?”

“I’m totally sure. If they want to, then yeah, I’d love to have sex with them both. Is that okay?”

Grinning hugely, she kissed me. “It’s more than okay. They’ve both got the major hots for you.”

By then, Kiki and Henri had flirted with me enough that I suspected Mum was right about that. Still, only a week and a half ago, I was still thinking of myself as a skinny lesbian kid who wouldn’t have a real girlfriend for at least five years. “So they really do want me that way? Really and truly?”

Mum laughed. “I told you, I wouldn’t kid you about stuff like this. Kiki and Henri feel the same way I do. They think you’re the sexiest creature imaginable… and the moment you enter the room, they’ll be thinking about what’s under that robe you’re wearing.”

“That’s so crazy. Wow, it’s like I’m living a dream!”

“HA! Believe me, sweetheart, this is going to be better than the happiest dream you ever had.” She studied herself in the mirror, toyed with her hair a bit, then gave a satisfied nod. “Well then… shall we pay a visit to our charming hostesses?”

“Okay,” I said, suddenly feeling shy. I took Mum’s hand, and she led me from the bedroom.

Wearing nothing but our robes, we walked barefoot down the plush carpeted hallway and onto the polished wood floor of the main room. I had no idea what to expect, but what I got was awfully exciting — Kiki and Henri were lying naked in each other’s arms on the fluffy rug in front of the fire. 

I couldn’t help but stare at their lightly tanned bodies, stretched out side by side in all their glory. Kiki’s hair is a darker blonde and longer, and of course, her figure more curved and womanly, though she had a petite frame. Their breasts were almost the same size, maybe a B cup, but at fourteen Henri was still growing. Both women were shaved smooth, I noted. Other than the hint of down on my vulva, Mum was the only one of us who had pubes.

“Hey, look who’s up!” said Kiki, getting up onto her knees.

Henri grinned at me. “Hi there, Poppy. You look like someone who just had a very good time.”

“Oh, it was marvelous,” said Mum. She drew me to her and we kissed, a lover’s kiss, right there in front of them.

“Aw… isn’t that something to see,” said Kiki.

“God, that’s so hot!” Henri exclaimed.

Mum and I seated ourselves on the sofa, still holding hands, Kiki laid back down on the rug with her daughter, so she and Henri were practically stretched at our feet. They were so lovely in the nude, too. I couldn’t stop looking at their bodies, and they certainly noticed that! Kiki winked at me, and Henri actually opened her legs, giving me this incredible view of her pussy.  

“Thanks for letting us use your room, by the way,” Mum said.

“Oh, stop it,” Kiki replied with a dismissive gesture. “It’s yours any time you like, Heather, you know that.” Sitting up, she stretched herself, then said, “Would anyone like a drink?”

“Ooh yes, please,” said Henri. “I’m parched.”

“Wine?” asked Kiki, looking at Mum.

“Yes, thanks.”

When Kiki nodded subtly in my direction, Mum nodded back, then Kiki smiled at me. “Would you care for another spritzer, darling?”

“Yes, please,” I answered. “I’d love one.”

Mum stood. “I’ll come with you, Kiki. We’re in dire need of something to nibble.” They went into the kitchen together. I could still see them, but couldn’t hear what they were saying.

Henri reached out to touch my knee. “Do you mind if I ask how it was, making love with your mum?”

God, just thinking about that made me feel warm all over. “It was great, totally great.”

Henri was beaming. “You had a couple of awfully big orgasms, going by the sound of it. We could hear you coming. Your mum, too.”

“I made such a big mess when I came, too. Thought I’d wet myself!”

“I do that too!” Henri exclaimed, giggling. “Mind you, it’s nothing compared to what Mum can do! It was quite a shock, the first time I saw her squirt. That was…” she thought for a moment, “…it was the second time that me and Mum had sex.” 

“Mum told me about that, squirting. What’s it like?”

Any shyness I had quickly disappeared as Henri and I — a naked fourteen-year-old teen and a girl of ten in a robe and nothing else — nattered away about sex. Lesbian incest sex at that. It was so cool to know that we’d both made love to our own mothers.

Henri told me about the first time she got to be with my mum. It was nine or ten months earlier when Henri was thirteen, and they did it in the same bed that Mum and I had used. She spoke about my mum with such love and knew her so well that before long, I was thinking of her as the older sister I’d never had. At the same time, I wanted to be closer to Henri than sisters usually are.

Mum and Kiki came back in with drinks and a tray of sandwiches. Kiki sat next to me, Mum squatted down on the floor next to Henri and we passed the sandwiches about.

In between bites, Kiki said in her posh voice, “Henri, did you know Poppy has a special gift?”

“No, what is it?” 

“Uh, yeah, what? I’m kinda wondering myself,” I added.

“It seems that Poppy has a talent for finding the G-spot.”

Henri grinned at Mum, “Heather, you lucky lady.”

“Poppy was edging me,” Mum said. “I nearly passed out!”

Kiki gazed at me, looking very impressed “Locating the G-spot and edging on the first time out? We have a lesbian prodigy in our midst.”

“Edging… what was that again?” I asked. “Mum told me, but I can’t remember.”

“It’s when you bring someone up to the point of having an orgasm, then stop and pull back. You can keep doing that for ages, hanging on the edge of coming,” said Henri.

“Oh yeah, that’s right. Sounds mean, actually — like teasing.”

“Teasing can be fun, sweetie,” said Mum. “Some people like that kind of thing, some don’t. It’s all down to personal preference.”

“Do you like it?” I asked.

Henri giggled. “Sometimes she does.”

“You have to watch out for that one, Poppy… she can be a terrible tease,” said my mother, pointing at Henri.

“Isn’t she just!” agreed Kiki. “We still adore her, though.”

We ate our food and finished our drinks, all the while chatting. By now I was more than used to Kiki and Henri being naked, and was thinking about taking my own robe off. It was getting uncomfortably warm, sitting so close to the fire. 

Mum and Kiki cleared the things away and refilled our glasses — just lemonade for me, though. Kiki sat next to me and wrapped an arm around my shoulders, while Mum took her robe off and laid down naked next to Henri. In a heartbeat, the mood shifted to one of heightened arousal. 

Henri was stretched out on the rug with Mum at her side, their legs intertwined. They began to gently caress one another, then slowly came together in a kiss. I saw Henri’s tongue dip into Mum’s mouth, then their kisses grew hot and passionate. 

Some girls might’ve been jealous to see their new lover kissing someone else, but the idea never even occurred to me. To my mind, Mum had so much affection in her that there was plenty to share.

I was so engrossed in what Mum and Henri were doing that I jumped when Kiki said, “Are you enjoying yourself?”

“What? Sorry. Um, yes I am, thank you.”

“Did your mother tell you how sexy I think you are?” She touched my chin with the tip of her finger, then traced a line down my neck, slipping into the opening of the plush robe to the top of my chest, where my breasts would be if I had them yet. 

“She did. Um, I think you’re sexy, too,” I answered, trying to sound calmer than I actually was. Mum had already made it clear that Kiki wanted to fuck me, but I didn’t realise that she intended to do it right away — as in right then. That was Kiki’s intention, though. I could read that much in her eyes.  

She drew closer, her lips nearly touching my face. “Poppy, can I kiss you?”

I felt myself getting lost in her eyes. “Sure,” was all I could say.

Her lips were soft and moist, and her tongue flirted expertly with mine. I still felt shy, but Kiki’s kiss was so delicious that I quickly found myself responding. Her hand was resting on my knee, stroking me. 

When we broke our kiss, I glanced up to see that Mum was still kissing Henri, cupping the girl’s face with both hands. Henri was rubbing herself on Mum’s leg — no, actually, she was humping, that’s it, grinding her pussy against my mother’s thigh. 

Kiki turned to my mother. “Heather?” 

Mum looked up, licking her lips. “Hmmm?”

“May I get to know your daughter a little better?” With that, Kiki slid her hand up my thigh, and I let my legs fall open for her without a second thought. 

My heart was pounding so hard that I could hear it. My mum’s lover was asking permission to have sex with me, right there on the sofa!

Mum smiled. “If it’s okay with Poppy, then yes, of course, have fun.”

“Well, what do you think, Poppy?” Kiki purred. “Would you like for me to make love to you?”

All eyes were on me. I — I’d love that!” I exclaimed.

“There you are, Kiki,” said Mum. “Make my little girl happy.” With a parting wink for me, she turned to Henri and kissed her again.

Toying with the belt of my robe, Kiki said to me, “You’re not wearing anything under this, are you?”

“Nope, not even knickers,” I told her with a grin. What nervousness I’d felt had evaporated. All I knew was desire for this sexy woman. “You can take it off me, if you like. It feels sort of silly… y’know, being the only one here who isn’t naked.” 

“Oh, my,” said Kiki. “What a wonderful offer.” The fingertips of one hand were teasing my inner thigh, while she gently tugged at my belt with the other. 

I nodded. “I really like you, Kiki. And Mum says it’s okay so, um, you don’t have to ask for anything. You can touch me, I want you to!”

She got the knot undone and slowly opened the robe, her eyes never leaving mine. “Good, because I intend to make love to every sweet inch of you.” She paused to look, drinking in the sight of my bare body. “You are absolute perfection, child.” Her hands followed, tenderly caressing my shoulders, my arms, my chest. I shivered with pleasure as she brushed my nipples, teasing them. On the thick carpet at our feet, Mum and Henri had returned to making love.

Kiki noticed me watching. “They look good together, don’t they?”

“Yeah.” I was already turning to jelly, slouched half off the edge of the sofa while Kiki fondled me.

Then Mum broke off her kissing and looked up, winking at me just as Kiki touched my pussy. I gasped and had to struggle for breath. Bloody hell, she’d gone straight for my clit! 

Nibbling at her lower lip, my mother put a hand between her legs as she watched me get fingered by her grownup lover. Mum touched herself for a moment, then Henri placed a hand on her wrist. “Let me make you come, Heather,” she said. “I want to bring you off with my mouth.”

Mum got onto her knees, carefully straddled Henri’s face, and slowly lowered her pussy until Henri could reach it. I saw my friend’s tongue come out and glide through Mum’s naughty bits.

Soon Henri was switching between giving Mum’s pussy long licks and deep slurping kisses. I could see my mother’s juices coating Henri’s mouth, even oozing down her cheeks. And Mum was smiling at me while she was getting licked.

“Does that turn you on?” asked Kiki, nodding at the sex show taking place in front of us.

Did it turn me on? Actually, I was so excited that I could barely speak. Somehow I managed to stammer,  “Um, y-yeah. A lot!”

Her lips were brushing my cheek. “Want me to make love to you while you watch them?”

“Oh God, yes. Please.”

Kiki slipped down from the sofa to kneel before me, then spread my legs apart. Her eyes burning into mine, she slowly lowered her face between my trembling legs. I whimpered as her lips barely grazed my clit, then she flicked it with the tip of her tongue. I was so keyed up and tense that I wanted to scream, but when Kiki covered my pussy with her mouth, plunging her tongue into me… well, it was so beautiful that I wanted to cry. I was bathed in light, shining like a star.

Going on instinct, I drew my legs up higher, hugging them to my chest — then got rewarded with a long stroke of her tongue from the bottom to the top of my slit, just like Mummy did to me earlier. Kiki kept doing that over and over again, and my head seemed to spin faster with each lick. It wasn’t easy, but I managed to keep an eye on my mum, who seemed to be practically smothering Henri with her pussy, grinding it into the girl’s mouth. 

Suddenly Mum cried, “Oh, fuck — don’t stop, I’m s-so close!”

Kiki chose that moment to take my clit into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it in a kind of circular motion that got to me straight away. “Oh… oh yes, oh yes…” I moaned. 

My arms were feeling the strain from holding my legs up, but Kiki somehow sensed that. She put her hands on the backs of my thighs, pinning them back for me. I sank into the sofa, finally letting my eyes drift shut. I could hear my mother coming; I heard Kiki making happy humming sounds while she licked me. Then I was gasping through my own orgasm as it spread from my pussy and outward, through every inch of me.

“God, yes… ohhhhhhhh!”

I was shaking like a leaf in a brisk wind as Kiki’s mouth did all kinds of lovely things to my pussy. Mum was still making sounds of pleasure as her own orgasm slowly wound down, while I was climbing higher and higher. Then, when it felt like I was going to fall completely to bits at any moment, those incredible feelings began to fade. By that time, it was almost a relief. 

There I was, slumped back on the sofa, unable to do much more than draw breath. Kiki seemed to know that I’d had enough. She’d stopped licking me, and was now placing light kisses on my inner thighs. 

My eyes finally drifted open to a view of the room’s ceiling. Somehow I managed to raise my head and look down at my new grownup lover, who sat back to smile at me.

“That was… intense,” I said, “I’m totally buzzing.”

“Oh, we’re just getting started, darling,” said Kiki, slipping the tip of her finger into my pussy.

I was still tender down there, but her finger felt wonderful. It helped that she was taking it slow and easy. When she’d entered me up to the first knuckle, Kiki started licking as much of my pussy as she could reach. helping me get used to the feel of fucking me. 

Because, I told myself, that’s what she’s doing, fucking me. I wasn’t sure I could handle another orgasm so soon after the last one, but I wasn’t about to tell Kiki to stop, either.

“Do you like this?” she asked, wiggling the finger about inside me just a little.

Mum was still watching what I was doing and clearly enjoying it, which made me want to be a bit bolder. I looked into my mother’s eyes as I answered Kiki. “It feels good. Can you put your whole finger in my pussy and, and fuck me for real? ‘Cos that’s what I really want.” 

Bringing a hand up to my chest, I began to caress my nipples, still gazing at Mum, who was now staring at Kiki’s hand, watching her lover slide the rest of her finger inside me, then take it out and lick it clean before inserting it again. 

I guess that was what Mum was waiting to see, because that’s when she came in Henri’s face, wailing, “Oh, fuck. FUCK!” 

Kiki was working her finger in and out of my pussy, moving slowly and gently — but then, once I was getting really hot and juicy down there, she started going faster. I loved it, that feeling of her inside me, so close and intimate. I noticed that Mum and Henri finished making love on the rug and were now kneeling on either side of Kiki, watching her fuck me. Both of them were masturbating.

“You look so fucking hot, baby,” Mum said to me. I didn’t know what to say to that, so I just winked, like she so often does. That made her smile. Kiki was now pushing her whole finger in and out of me, the way I’d seen Mum do to herself. 

I still hadn’t fully recovered from the first orgasm Kiki gave me, and now I wasn’t sure when that one ended and this one began. She’d somehow stretched it out more than I thought possible, until my head was spinning. She must have decided it was time to bring me off, and quickly bent down to suckle my clit. It startled me, how quickly and fiercely I went over the edge.

“Oh, hell, I — OHHHHHHHH!”

Sweat was pouring off me, my body was jerking, I was gasping for breath, blurting the occasional swear word, and I’m sure that my face was as red as a ripe tomato. Kiki just soldiered on, using her mouth and fingers to carry me through a smashing orgasm, with Mum and Henri touching themselves while they watched us. 

I could tell that I made a big sloppy mess when I came, my pussy wetter than it had ever been. Thankfully, I was still wearing that big fluffy robe, or I would’ve left a wicked stain on the sofa. Maybe that’s why Henri and Kiki like to do sex on the rug, I thought.

Juicy as I was, Kiki was doing her best to gulp down every drop. Henri was licking her lips as she looked on.

Then Mum said, “Oh, Kiki… I think that Henri really wants a taste.”

“Oh, yes, you must, sweetheart!” Kiki exclaimed, straightening up. “She’s absolutely scrumptious.” 

Henri gave me a pleading look. “Would it be okay if I licked your pussy, Poppy?”

“Be my guest!” I told her with a grin. “Go easy, though. I’m kinda sensitive down there.” 

Kiki and Henri swapped places, while I shrugged the robe off my shoulders, making sure to keep it spread out under my bum. I sat back and opened my legs for Henri, then a thought came to me. 

“Um, sort of dumb question, if that’s okay?” I asked, of no one in particular. 

It was Mum who answered. “There are no dumb questions here, sweetie. Go ahead.”

I loved the way nothing really stopped when we talked. Mum fingering herself, Henri kept kissing the insides of my thighs, drawing closer and closer to my pussy, and Kiki was teasing my clit with one hand and masturbating with the other.

“Well, Kiki just licked me, right? Shouldn’t I do that to her now?”

Mum gave me a delighted smile, “That’s not a dumb question at all. In fact, it’s very considerate and mature of you, thinking of your partner’s needs. As it’s Kiki we’re discussing, maybe she should answer.”

“Your mother’s right, Poppy — that way of thinking only proves to me that you’re an unselfish lover. And yes, I’d love for you to return the favour… but only if that’s what you truly want.”

“Oh it is, it is! I want to lick you, Kiki. I really do!” That just spilled out, making me sound more like an excited little kid than I’d intended. Oh, well, it made everyone laugh.

Henri looked up at her mother. “You gotta love this girl.” Then she plunged her tongue into my pussy hole, which felt amazing.

“Fuck, Henri, that’s so g-good…ahhhh!”

Mum was gazing thoughtfully at me “You still want to taste Kiki, don’t you sweetie?”

“God, yes, but, but…” I was on my back, half hanging off the sofa. How was I supposed to lick someone else?

Kiki knew how, of course. That’s why she got to her feet and said, “Time we took this into the bedroom, ladies.”

I held Kiki’s hand as she led me to her bedroom, my mum and Henri close behind. When we got to the room we all climbed on the bed and Kiki laid me on my back. It’s a big bed, so there was enough room for all four of us.

Kiki was stroking my cheek, gazing at me with adoring eyes. “Remember how your mum was sitting on my daughter’s face, and Henri was licking her?” 

“Um, yeah, sure. That was hot!”

Glad you thought so. Well, I’d like to sit on your face, and you can get that taste of me you wanted. And while you do that for me, Henri will lick your pussy. Would that be okay?”

“You don’t have to keep asking, Kiki. I want to have sex, all of it!” I knew they were just trying to make sure that I was okay with all of this, since I was still just a kid. But by then, I was getting impatient with all the concern. Wasn’t it obvious by then how much I loved to fuck women?

Kiki giggled. “Fair enough, darling. Next time, I won’t ask permission.” 

She knelt next to me, then swung a leg over my face. I felt Henri licking the folds of my pussy as Kiki brought her mound closer to my mouth. My lips were parted, waiting for it.

While she was licking me, Henri was wiggling her bum from side to side. That got Mum’s attention soon enough. “Hmmm… I spy something tasty,” she said, then pressed her face between Henri’s cheeks.

“Ooooohh, yeah,” the girl moaned, raising her mouth from my pussy. “Fuck yes, Heather! Lick my ass!”

That caught me by surprise. Whoa — Mum was using her tongue on Henri’s bumhole? Did lesbians really do that to each other!? Clearly, I still had a lot to learn about being gay.

By then, Kiki’s smooth-shaved pussy was brushing my lips. I kissed the top of her slit — and going by her reaction, I must have made contact with her clitoris. Hmmm… okay, so I really was new at this whole sex thing, but I had a pretty decent idea how to make a woman feel good. Far as I was concerned, being a lesbian was the best, coolest thing I’d ever done. And it wasn’t just about the pleasure, either. I was the centre of attention like never before and loved it.

While Henri teased my pussy with delicious kisses and flicks of her tongue, I quickly brought Kiki to an orgasm. She was so juicy that I was practically drinking her come while she was perched on my face, and it thrilled me like nobody’s business. 

When Kiki was done, she climbed off my face and flopped down next to me, but I stayed right where I was. Henri was licking me, and I was getting close to yet another orgasm, my fourth of the evening. Who knew that was even possible?

Then Mum moved across the bed to where I lay and swung her leg over me then lowered her pussy to my mouth, holding her lips open with two fingers. She never asked, just said, “Lick me, lick Mummy’s pussy, baby girl,” like she was giving me an order. God, that turned me on so much.

My answer was to go straight for her clit, which was standing proud and erect between her fingers. I teased Henri a bit with my tongue, then began to suck her tiny bud like a nipple.

“Ooooh! G-good girl, Poppy!” Mum gasped as she got off. I didn’t stop or even slow down, wanting to show that it was okay for any of them to do stuff to me without having to ask first. From then on, things seemed to flow naturally, and the four of us were free to enjoy each other.

I think Henri had been waiting for me to finish my mother off, because as soon as Mum dismounted my face and collapsed at my side, Henri started fingering my clit while her tongue probed my pussy. Before I knew it, I was creaming all over her face and hand. It wasn’t as powerful as the previous three, but that was probably for the best — another orgasm that intense might’ve done my head in.

Before I’d fully recovered, Henri quickly moved to kneel above my face to offer me her pussy, just as Mum and Kiki had already done. I was dead pleased about that, too. Getting to lick the slits of all three of my new sex partners… for me, it was the stuff dreams are made of.

I wanted to take my time with Henri, but it was clear that she was aching to come, grinding herself into my face so that I could barely breathe. No way was I about to quit, though. Instead, I reached around Henri’s thigh and felt for her pussy, then wriggled my finger inside. I could only enter her halfway, but it was enough. With that, coupled with me licking her clit, she was soon coming. And she swore like mad! I couldn’t believe it as she cried, ‘lick my cunt’ and ‘fuck my hole’ while her honey flowed down my throat. 

I was glowing with satisfaction, thrilled that my mum and her lovers enjoyed me, they wanted me and that I turned them on. It was like being in a magic lesbian kingdom where I was the princess. 

Once Henri raised her pussy from my face, Mum was there. “I’m so proud of you, sweetheart,” she murmured. “You made all of us feel wonderful. Can you get up on your hands and knees? Mummy has a nice surprise for you.” 

Shagged out as I was by then, I loved my mother much too much to refuse her anything. Besides, I was curious to know what further delights she had in store for me. So I struggled onto all fours, waiting for my surprise.

Mum parted my cheeks with both hands, then bent down to lick my bum hole. I loved it straight away. My pussy was dead tired by then, and there was no way I’d be having another orgasm anytime soon, but having my bottom hole made love to was so soothing that I just went limp and let Mum please me. 

***

I had no idea how long we’d been fucking — an hour, maybe two — when we finally took a rest. I worried that the night had ended and that we’d be going to sleep. Me, I was hungry for more, even though my pussy ached a bit, hoping that this was just halftime. Kiki went to fetch some drinks and bits of chocolate, which quickly perked us all up. 

Henri and I were seated on the bed, while Mum and Kiki were chatting on the little sofa. We’d finished our drinks, so Henri got up to clear the glasses away. She returned to join me on the bed, but this time she laid her head in my lap and was smiling up at me. Without thinking about it, I began to stroke her breasts, teasing the nipples until they stiffened to the touch.

“Are you tired?” she asked.

“Sort of, but I don’t want it to end. I don’t think I’ve ever had so much fun!”

She nodded. “I know what you mean. I’m a bit knackered too, but this is way too much fun for us to stop.”

I rolled Henri’s nipple between finger and thumb. “It’s all just so, so like a dream or something.”

“Surreal. That’s the word you’re looking for.”

“Yeah, that’s it… surreal.”

Turning her head, Henri pressed a kiss into the tender skin of my inner thigh. “Y’know you’re bloody good at this. At sex, I mean. I’ve lost count of how many times you made me come.”

“It’s three, I think, and thanks. I’ve no idea how many times I’ve come. There was one time, when Mum was sat on my face and I couldn’t see who was licking me. Don’t know who brought me off then!”

“It feels good, doesn’t it?” said Henri, “it was me that was licking you, by the way — and you’re welcome.”

I bent down to kiss those amazingly tender lips. “Thank you.”

“There’s something I’d like to do with you, if you want to try it.”

“What is it?”

“Oh, it’ll be lots more fun if I show you. Lay back,” she said, kneeling on the bed.

Our movements on the bed drew attention from the sofa. “Having fun, darling?” Kiki asked when she caught my eye.

Brimming with the enthusiasm of the child I still was, I said, “Henri’s going to show me something new!”

“Oh, she is? Well, we’d better come and watch, then. Don’t you think, Heather?”

“I agree, Kiki. Let’s go watch our little girls fuck.” They kissed passionately. I could see their tongues flicker back and forth. Then they rose to their feet and came to join us on the bed, one sitting on either side. 

I was lying on my back, waiting excitedly for Henri to begin. I thought it was going to be something she did with her mouth, so I was surprised when she lifted my leg. Spying the confusion on my face, she said, “Trust me,” and blew a kiss my way.

Before I could tell Henri that yes, of course I trusted her, she got into position and scooted forward, pressing her pussy onto mine. Making contact, we both gasped, then moaned. It felt like our kitties were sharing a warm, sexy kiss.

“Oh my God, that feels good,” I whimpered.

Henri gave a shaky laugh. “I’ll say.” Then she began to move against me, and that was even better.

Mum and Kiki were masturbating each other while we fucked. That’s what this was, just like Mum had told me earlier — we weren’t making love, we were fucking. Soon Henri was grinding faster and harder, and I’d joined the lewd dance. I was thrusting my pussy into hers, knowing I wouldn’t be able to hold on for long.

“Oh, oh, Poppy… ahhh… fuck, yes. Keep going!”

“Fuck me, Henri,” I panted, “fuck my pussy.”

“Oh, shit, that’s so, so hot!” My mum exclaimed. Kiki was already coming, unable to speak..

“I can… I feel how wet you are, Henri… come on me now, c-come on my pussy!” I wasn’t thinking about what I was saying, I was feeding off this girl’s energy, letting myself go.

After that, I couldn’t say anything, really. Henri and I got off at the same time, our pussies locked together as we stared into each other’s eyes. Our juices flowed and mingled in a deliciously hot mess as once again, I gave into ecstasy.

While Henri and I recovered, we watched Mum and Kiki do the same thing, rub against one another until they came. It was an awesome sight, watching two women fuck. 

After that, Henri said “Can we do lights out now?” and the others agreed. I thought that meant we were settling down to sleep… but thankfully, I was wrong about that, as I quickly found out when Kiki reached for a remote and switched off the overhead, plunging us into the dark. I felt someone’s hands reach for me.

Within seconds, the four of us were entangled in a mini-orgy. It was pitch black and I had no idea who was doing what to whom. Occasionally I could tell who it was, but for the most part I didn’t even think about it, just kissed, licked or fondled whoever was in front of me. Hands were touching me all over, a finger slid inside me, then another. 

There was more licking around my bum, and that made me feel brave enough to do the same and use my tongue on someone’s bottom hole — Henri’s, I was fairly certain.

We fucked in the dark for a long, wonderful while until exhaustion overcame us. It was a delicious tangle of hot, sweaty sex, with two mums and their daughters coming together as lovers. What more could a ten-year-old lesbian ask for?

On to Chapter 8!

To recap this story’s plot, please check out the Chapter Links. For helpful information about the main characters, please consult The Girls and Women of Greenfield Tales.

By JB West

Part 1: Consummation

Eight-year-old Emily was straddling her mommy’s face, hugging herself as Rachel feasted on the child’s pussy. Ever since she’d spied on the lesbian orgy the grownups had a few days earlier, Emily had been thinking about sex between women, wondering what it would feel like. Now she knew… and it was so much better than she ever imagined. Especially ‘cause now, Mommy loves me that way, she thought. I wonder if I could give her these good feelings, too?

Once that idea took root in Emily’s mind, she was determined to make it happen. Leaning forward, she laid down on top of her mother’s soft, warm body.

It wasn’t easy to concentrate, what with the wonderful feelings that Mommy’s mouth was giving her, but Emily wanted to kiss her mother’s secret place, too. Quickly realizing that she wasn’t able to reach it with her own mouth, the eight-year-old began to nuzzle Rachel’s soft tummy instead.

Rachel was teasing Emily’s slit with a series of quick flashing licks when she felt a playful tongue probing her belly button. The feeling was tickly, but nice. Pleased that Emily was playing a more active role in the lovemaking, she gave her daughter’s bottom a playful swat, eliciting a giggle from the girl.

Emily’s legs were parted just enough so that Rachel could peer inside the child’s slick vaginal opening. Could I put my finger inside her? Rachel wondered. Deciding to take a chance, she started to circle her finger around the smooth pink entrance, causing the girl to squeal out loud.

Rachel gently masturbated her daughter for about a minute, then let the tip of her finger press against Emily’s hole. Her eyes widened in awe as the eight-year-old pushed back against the teasing finger — the girl was trying to encourage her Mommy to rub her more vigorously — but before either mother or daughter knew it, that finger was one knuckle deep inside Emily’s virgin cunt.

Emily reacted to this new sensation much the same way as she did to that first touch of the vibrator to her clit — she held her breath and tried not to moan.

By this time, Cassidy had recovered from her orgasm and had crawled over to join Rachel and Emily. As soon as she saw what was happening she exclaimed, “Oh, my God! That is so fucking hot,” a renewed wave of desire taking hold of her.

Placing her hand on the small of Emily’s back, Cassidy helped rock the child back and forth. Even though Emily was still holding her breath, every time she tilted back Rachel’s finger would push inside a little deeper, eliciting a sigh of pleasure. Before long, the tempo of their movements had sped up, enough that Emily was panting for breath. Then, unable to withstand the incredible sensations any longer, Emily let out a loud moan, which caught Deena and Kim’s attention.

Deena immediately realized what was happening and said, “Oh, wow! Look, Rachel’s fingering her.”

At this point, Emily was really enjoying being penetrated. She no longer needed Cassidy or Rachel to guide her, and was rocking forward and back on her own. Emily could feel Mommy’s finger inside her tight pussy — it was amazing — and the little girl wanted more. On her next lunge forward she paused, then with extra force, pushed back, causing Rachel’s finger to slip into her pussy up to the second knuckle. With a shriek of delight, Emily worked her body even faster, gasping with each thrust.

“So… so good, Mommy.” Emily moaned. Glancing up at Cassidy, she managed to ask, “Is this… uhh… is this what it f-feels like… uhh… for, for you…?”

“Something like that, baby,” Cassidy murmured, still stroking the child’s back. She knew that the pleasure Emily was feeling right then was only a fraction of what she would experience when she came, but she wanted the girl to discover that for herself.

Feeling a naughty impulse, Cassidy moved to seat herself in front of Emily, then began to masturbate. She lightly fingered her cunt, making sure that Emily had a very good view of what she was doing.

“This is what your mommy is doing to you right now, sweetie,” Cassidy said as she pushed a finger into her pussy, then withdrew it, glistening with her juices, She was tempted to suck it, or perhaps offer it to her new young lover; instead, she reinserted it and continued to fuck herself, matching Emily’s rhythm.

By this time, Katie had recovered her senses and she, along with her mother and Deena, drew close to Emily and Rachel so that they could watch the little girl getting fucked. Katie could hardly believe what she was seeing. The sight made her feel funny all over. She watched as Auntie Rachel’s finger disappeared into her cousin’s tight little hole over and over, Emily sighing with pleasure every time.

Katie began to play with her own pussy as she watched Emily, rubbing herself for a moment or two before noticing what Cassidy was doing. It hadn’t occurred to the child to try putting a finger inside herself, but now she wondered what it would feel like. Nibbling her lower lip in concentration, Katie gingerly probed the entrance of her vagina.

Deena was watching what Katie was doing and gave Kim a nudge. “Look at that!” she giggled.

Kim could only stare in awe as Katie carried out her little experiment, whispering, “Oh, my God. Oh, my God,” when the little girl managed to insert a finger into her tiny slit.

The sight of her baby girl fingering her tiny hole was highly erotic, almost overwhelming, leaving Kim with a sudden need for attention to be paid to her own pussy. She looked around, weighing her options. Cassidy was busy putting her cunt on display for Emily, Rachel was still greedily fingering and licking her daughter, and Katie was in the midst of finding her own pleasure.

Kim then turned to Deena. Catching her eye, she quickly leaned in to kiss the younger woman. “I want you to fuck me,” Kim demanded once she’d broken away.

With a saucy grin, Deena murmured, “I’d love to.”

The two women came together in another lustful kiss, each hungry for the other. A plush blue comforter had been spread out nearby, and they fell onto it while continuing to make out, grinding their bodies together as if attempting to strike a fire.

Kim heard a choked cry of ecstasy, immediately recognizing it as Emily’s voice. She’s coming, Kim told herself, coming in her mommy’s mouth. Just thinking about that was enough to drive her own passion higher. Kim forced a thigh between Deena’s legs, and soon the two women were humping furiously, wet slapping sounds issuing from the point of contact as their bodies came together again and again.

“Mommy!” Emily cried as her orgasm rose to its peak. Just like her cousin, a few drops of nectar leaked from the child’s cunt as she climaxed. Rachel savored the light clean taste of it, then collected a sample of the warm fluid on her finger. Breaking away from Emily’s slit with a smack of her lips, Rachel looked over at Cassidy, who was still masturbating, and called out, “Cassidy. Get over here.”

Cassidy crawled over to Rachel, greedily licking her lips when she saw what the woman was offering. Taking the extended finger into her mouth, she sucked it clean. The child’s juices tasted so good, not at all like Deena’s, Kim’s or even her own. There was something… girlish about the taste, and Cassidy absolutely loved it. She wanted more.

Glancing around the room to see what the others were up to, Cassidy noticed that Katie was busy fingering herself. The little girl’s movements were clumsy, but they seemed to be giving her pleasure.

She crawled over to Katie and placed a hand on the child’s wrist. “Can I taste you, Katie?” The child gaped at the young lesbian for a few heartbeats, then gave a shy nod.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” Cassidy sighed. She brought Katie’s small finger to her mouth and sucked it in. There wasn’t a great deal of juice, but what she tasted was delicious.

Releasing the six-year-old’s hand, Cassidy then held up her own glistening finger. “Would you like to taste me now?” The girl nodded again, more emphatically this time.

Cassidy brought the finger to Katie’s lips and the little girl stuck her tongue out to give it a tentative lick. She closed her eyes and savored the odd, but intriguing flavor. It was sweet like candy, but it didn’t taste like any sugary treat the child had ever had.

Cassidy watched in disbelief as Katie reached out, wrapped both hands around the woman’s wrist, and took the entirety of Cassidy’s finger into her greedy mouth. Katie purred with pleasure as she sucked all the juices from that wet finger, clearly loving the taste. Cassidy shivered, mumbling under her breath, “Holy fucking hell.”

As soon as Katie released her hand, Cassidy sat down and spread her legs wide, scooping another finger’s worth of sweet, gooey girl honey from her oozing cunt, then proffered it to Katie, who happily took the finger into her mouth again.

Kim and Deena were still frantically humping and rubbing their pussies together, filling the immediate area with the liquid sounds of cunt against cunt. They were watching the interaction between Cassidy and Katie, and the sight of the big-breasted blonde feeding her pussy cream to the angelic little girl drove both lovers to distraction.

“It looks like — ohhh, God — like your little girl is a c-cum slut,” Deena panted into Kim’s ear.

“Uhh… I bet you… uhh, uh… want her… uhh… t-to be your… oh, fuck… your cum slut,” Kim huffed.

“I want to sit… ohhh… on her face and… ohh, God… drown her in my pussy juices.” Deena’s eyes were glazed over with lust.

“Mmmm…I’d love to, to see that.” Kim gave a shaky laugh, then claimed Deena’s mouth in a bruising kiss. Their tongues mingled in a heated dance as the two women continued to fuck.

Emily was still in a bit of a daze after her first ever orgasm, but she managed to dismount her mother’s face, then lie down next to Rachel, gazing deep into the woman’s eyes. “I love you, Mommy,” Emily whispered.

“I love you too, baby,” Rachel replied, then mother and daughter came together in a long, slow, sensual kiss. Emily was riding a high like none she’d ever had before, and she fully intended to show her mommy how grateful she was for all these wonderful new feelings.

After a few minutes of passionate tongue kissing, Emily stood up, then wandered over to the couch where the sex toys her mommy had purchased were all spread out. Rachel propped herself up on both elbows and watched the girl, wondering what she was up to, but also feasting on the sight of Emily’s bare body. My God… she’s the sexiest creature imaginable. And that bottom of hers is absolute perfection. Why did I take so long to realize it?

When Emily turned around, she was holding a dildo, one that Rachel thought closely resembled her husband’s cock. She had picked it out specifically for that reason, and found it funny but also oddly erotic to see her daughter holding it. Just then a very wicked thought flashed through Rachel’s mind, causing her to quiver.

Padding back over to her mother, Emily presented the sex toy as she knelt before Rachel, a question in her eyes. Rachel understood what the child was after, and was more than happy to oblige. “Yes, baby,” she said, leaning back, spreading her thighs. “Fuck your mommy.”

“Oh, shit —  I’m c-coming!” Kim screamed from the other side of the room.

Rachel looked up just in time to see Kim collapse on top of Deena, but her attention was quickly drawn back to what Emily was doing between her legs, the child carefully lining up the head of the dildo with the entrance of her vagina.

Emily’s face was a mask of concentration, the eight-year-old trying her best to make Mommy feel good. It was a sight that warmed Rachel’s heart, not to mention her pussy. Reaching down, she spread her cunt wide open, so that Emily could easily guide the dildo inside.

Staring into her mommy’s vagina, Emily was mesmerized by its beauty. Like a pretty pink flower, she thought. The little girl then slowly pushed the bulbous tip of the cock into her mother’s hole and pressed forward, surprised by how easily it slid inside.

Rachel let out a hoarse cry as the dildo penetrated her, the molded veins and flesh-like texture of the toy massaging the inner walls of her cunt. Emily started with a slow, steady tempo, but soon shifted to a hard, frenetic fucking, the girl’s slender arm pumping like a piston. Rachel started moving her hips in time with her daughter’s rhythm, trying to take the dildo deeper with each stroke.

“Oh, God, YES! Fuck me, baby girl!” Rachel cried. “Do it f-faster. Harder. More, please, more!” She tilted her head back and closed her eyes, lost in ecstasy.

Emily, for her part, was doing a spectacular job for a beginner, making sure that every stroke went as deep as she could make it go. In fact, each time she plunged the toy into her mommy’s hole, the side of her hand would graze Rachel’s clit, driving the woman to even greater heights of pleasure.

Cassidy and Katie had paused their tasting game when Rachel screamed, their attention drawn by the erotic scene, but quickly returned to it, eager to continue their own fun. By this time, Cassidy was no longer sharing her juices with Katie — remarkably, the little one was feeding herself. At first, the child only used one finger to probe Cassidy’s cunt, but now she was using all four fingers of her little hand to seek out more of the sweet honey she craved.

Her fingers thoroughly coated once more with the thick, warm fluid, Katie was about to withdraw her hand when Cassidy grasped the child’s wrist, stopping her mid-motion. “Put it all the way inside, little girl,” she panted, “I want you to fuck me.” With that, she began to press Katie’s hand into her cunt.

Understanding what Cassidy wanted, Katie immediately balled her hand into a fist and pushed forward until it disappeared into Cassidy’s pussy with a slurping sound. Cassidy pulled, Katie pushed, and soon the six-year-old was wrist deep.

Katie could only gape at the sight, her heart throbbing. She couldn’t believe that this wasn’t hurting Cassidy somehow. A quick glance up at the young woman’s ecstatic face, however, assured Katie that her grownup friend was feeling anything but pain. In fact, Cassidy was encouraging her to go even deeper. “More,” was all she said.

That was good enough for Katie. She bent to her work, determined to do whatever it took to make the young woman happy, One push, then a second — and another inch of Katie’s arm penetrated Cassidy’s hot hole.

“FUCK!” Cassidy exploded as all breath left her body. She started to rock her hips, and Katie soon picked up the rhythm, pumping her arm back and forth, in and out of the woman’s slick cunt. Katie could feel the walls of Cassidy’s vagina contracting, saw her body begin to shake. Seconds later, she came all over little Katie’s hand.

In the meantime, Kim and Deena had moved to either side of the howling woman and, as she shuddered through her orgasm, each took one of Cassidy’s nipples into her mouth. The sensation helped prolong the young lesbian’s climax, and soon a second wave swamped her, this one even more powerful than the first. Even with Katie’s hand still buried in her cunt, the juices were flowing freely, soaking into the blanket spread beneath them.

Rachel had been watching this kinky scene unfold, and as Cassidy’s orgasm began to wind down she felt her own ecstasy start to rise. She shifted her gaze to her daughter, who was still fucking her with the fleshy dildo. Placing a trembling hand on Emily’s shoulder, Rachel said, “Do it harder, baby. Make your mama come.”

Emily was already working the slippery cock at a brisk pace, but at her mother’s request she quickly accelerated the tempo of her strokes. She’d been using one hand to steady herself, but now grasped the toy with both hands, using their combined force to ram the cock in and out of her mommy’s cunt at a feverish pace.

Rachel was ecstatic. Since the discovery of her new sexuality, she’d been pleasured with mouths, tongues and fingers, but sometimes found herself missing the cut and thrust of a good hard fuck. Now she was getting exactly what she’d longed for… and at the hands of her beautiful daughter, which only added to the excitement she felt.

Rachel’s cunt was making juicy, squelching noises with each stroke, and she could feel her climax drawing close, but she wasn’t ready to come yet. As much as she loved what Emily was doing with the dildo, there was something else Rachel wanted from her little girl, something to make their first sexual experience together truly complete.

Halting Emily’s movements with a hand on the child’s arm, Rachel reached down and removed the dildo from her pussy. She then spread her thighs even further apart. “Emily, baby…” she gasped, “p-please, suck my clit!”

The little girl’s expression made it clear that she didn’t exactly understand what her mother was asking for, so Rachel spread her cunt open to reveal the swollen nubbin. “Right here, sweetie… it’s where you touch a girl to make the good feelings happen.” She smiled at her daughter. “And if you use your mouth and tongue to lick and suck… it feels even better.”

Ever since she’d spied on the grownups during their lesbian sex party and seen the four women licking and sucking each other’s pussies, Emily had wondered about it — what getting licked felt like, how it tasted. Now that the eight-year-old had experienced the pleasures of receiving oral sex, she was more than ready to try giving. And who better to try it with than Mommy?

Emily bent down and leaned in toward her mother’s glistening sex, slowly inching closer, second by agonizing second. She paused for a brief moment to breathe in the rich, exciting aroma, then pressed her lips onto the moist, pink flesh in a gentle kiss. Licking her lips, she pondered the flavor of her mommy’s juices. She then kissed Rachel there a second time, then a third.

Suddenly remembering what her mother had asked her to do, Emily placed a line of kisses up the juicy slit until she got to the special place. Finding the bump, she gave it a quick lick before taking it between her lips.

Rachel came almost immediately as Emily began to suck her clit. Grasping the child’s head with shaking hands, she held her daughter in place between her thighs. “Don’t stop,” Rachel cried, “don’t stop, d-don’t stop!”

Emily had no intention of quitting. She was in love with everything about Mommy’s pussy — the warmth, the juiciness, the scent and especially the taste. She tried her best to keep licking and sucking the engorged bit of flesh as her mother thrashed about, moaning wordlessly, but her instincts took over and soon enough she was licking and sucking all around her Mommy’s vulva, letting her tongue glide down into the sodden hole before returning to the clitoris.

The little girl was taking another long lick when all of a sudden a small gush of fluid splashed on Emily’s lips, tongue and chin. “Oh, God. Oh, fuck yes!” she heard Mommy cry. Her mouth and chin were now coated with warm juices, which sent the child’s excitement soaring sky-high. Abandoning her mother’s clit, Emily locked her mouth over Rachel’s pussy hole and began to suck, eager for more of the thick, warm nectar.

A few feet away, Cassidy was slowly recovering from her own orgasm. Taking hold of Katie’s wrist, she slowly withdrew the six-year-old’s hand from her cunt, making a wet squelching sound as it pulled free. She then slumped back against the leather ottoman, her head still spinning.

Once she’d gotten her hand back, Katie studied it closely, thrilled to see that it was completely covered with Cassidy’s essence all the way down past her wrist.  She began to lick and suck the juices from her fingers, purring with delight all the while.

Raising their heads from Cassidy’s breasts, Deena and Kim shared a knowing glance. “Katie, sweetheart… can we have some too?” Kim said, licking her lips.

The child giggled. “Sure, Mommy!” she said, offering her hand to the women. Deena licked her fiancée’s juices from the back of Katie’s hand, savoring the taste that she knew so well. Kim sucked Katie’s fingers, licking each one clean in turn. And for the first time in years, Katie took her thumb into her mouth, but now for a much different reason than when she was a toddler.

Katie saw that there was still a patch of wetness on the edge of her hand. She scooted over to where her aunt was lying and offered it to her. “Do you want a taste, Auntie Rachel?”

Extending her tongue, Rachel licked the hint of juice away, then began to make love to her niece’s tiny hand. She sucked each finger one by one, licked up and down the palm, then playfully circled Katie’s thumb with her tongue. When Rachel was done, she drew her little niece into a brief but heated kiss, and caught another taste of Cassidy’s juices on the girl’s tongue.

“No fair!” Emily cried, looking up from between her mother’s legs. “I didn’t get any.” Exchanging glances, the four women started laughing.

“Come here, baby girl.” Cassidy said to Emily. “You can have some honey straight from the pot, if you’d like.” She spread her legs wide, putting her cunt on full display.

Emily stared at the young woman’s pussy, it was flushed and swollen and still leaking the viscous cream that Katie had stirred up. She then turned back to her mother, uncertain how to choose… should she return to licking Mommy, or try Cassidy’s pussy instead? Luckily, Rachel could see the look of indecision on her daughter’s face, and made the choice for her.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” she said, patting the girl’s knee. “That was wonderful. Now, I think Cassidy might need your attention.”

“Okay, Mommy,“ Emily replied with a grin. She then crawled over to Cassidy, laid down between her thighs, and adorned the young lesbian’s vulva with a shy kiss.

Emily carefully licked around the edges of Cassidy’s pussy, cleaning away the wetness that was already there. Cassidy shivered at the caress of Emily’s soft tongue, then a jarring shiver raced through her when the little girl licked deeper, probing the heated interior of her hole.

“Oh, fuck! You’re so good at that, baby,” Cassidy cried. “K-keep licking me, yeah!” Looking up, she met Rachel’s eyes. The expression the woman wore was a mix of lust and pride. Rachel flashed a wicked grin and Cassidy let her head tilt back and her eyes close as she gave into the incredible feeling of having her cunt eaten by a young girl.

Moments later, she was coming again. Cassidy didn’t squirt the way Rachel had, so Emily was able to keep her mouth locked to the woman’s slit all the way through her orgasm.

Once her climax had subsided, Cassidy pulled Emily to her and they exchanged a long, passionate kiss. After breaking away, Cassidy looked around and saw that the others were intently watching her and Emily while lightly massaging their pussies. Catching Deena’s eye, she noticed that her lover was frowning slightly. “What’s wrong, babe?” Cassidy asked.

“Well, not to sound petty… but you’ve come three times already, and I haven’t even gotten off once,” Deena replied.

Cassidy glanced at Kim, then looked back at Deena, wearing a puzzled expression. “Wait, though… didn’t you two fuck just a few minutes ago?”

“We did,” Deena answered with a nod. “I didn’t finish, though. I got distracted, watching a certain someone getting fisted.”

Grinning sheepishly, Cassidy told her lover, “Well, we should probably do something about that.”

“You volunteering?”

“Sure, but we are guests at this party, after all. Don’t you think that one of our lovely hostesses might like a taste first?”

“I’m game,” Rachel said, smiling up at her new lover from her prone position on the floor.

“Me too,” echoed Kim, the desire plain on her face.

Deena looked back and forth between the women, trying to choose between the two beauties. On one hand, she longed to feel Rachel’s silken tongue again, on the other, she hadn’t come with Kim earlier and wanted to give the woman a chance to finish the job.

“Who’s it gonna be, babe?” Cassidy asked. “Which sister gets the honor of getting you off?”

Deena mulled over her decision for a few more seconds, her cheeks flushing a bit as she finally said, “Well, actually… I choose Katie.”

Everyone turned to look at the little girl, who was busy once again, experimenting with touching her pussy. Katie had just inserted the tip of her index finger when she looked up and realized that the others were watching her.

“What?” The little girl asked.

Kneeling down next to her daughter, Kim stroked the child’s bright blonde hair. “Deena was just saying that she hasn’t had an orgasm yet… and she’d like for you to give her one.”

Katie furrowed her brow. “Orgas — huh? What’s that mean?”

”You had one just a little while ago,” Kim said, smiling at her little girl. “It’s the really good feeling that you get in your tummy and your vagina when you’re doing sexy things. That’s an orgasm.”

Katie tried the word out. “Or-gasm. Huh. I like it.”

“Well, we all like it,” Rachel said to her niece, then started to mimic what Katie was doing, inserting one finger into her juicy hole.

“And you want me to do that for you?” Katie asked, looking up at Deena.

“I sure do,” Deena said, smiling down.

“But I don’t know how,” Katie said, pursing her lips and lightly frowning.

“Doesn’t matter,” Deena said, looking the young girl in the eye. “You didn’t know how to do sexy kisses until tonight, but you figured that out.”

Pondering these words, Katie decided that Deena was right. “I’ll try,” she said, “but you can’t get mad at me if I don’t do it right.”

Deena laughed. “Don’t worry about that, sweetie… if it’s you licking my pussy, I’m sure I’ll love it. That much I can promise.”

“So, um… how do we do it?” Katie asked.

“Well, the best way to start is with a kiss.” Deena said, then leaned in to place a gentle peck on the little girl’s lips, allowing it to linger. The softness of Katie’s tender mouth made Deena shiver with helpless lust. Wrapping both arms around Katie, she drew the girl into a warm embrace. Katie’s quiet sigh was music to Deena’s ears, her pussy quivering in response.

After a few more soft kisses, Deena laid Katie down on a nearby quilt and started to nuzzle her chest, then began to explore the whole of the little girl’s body with her lips and tongue. Katie giggled each time Deena touched one of her ticklish spots.

As she kissed around Katie’s tummy, teasing the girl’s navel with a quick swipe of her tongue, Deena was sorely tempted to go down on the little angel, burying her mouth in the child’s sweet pussy, but her hunger for release was too intense to put aside for one more minute. Instead, she swung one leg across Katie’s body, kneeling over the child.

Leaning down to give Katie one last kiss, Deena murmured, “Do you trust me, sweetheart?”

The little girl nodded, staring up at her new friend with bright blue eyes. Deena took a deep, steadying breath, then scooted forward to straddle Katie’s face.

Rachel let out a small gasp as she realized what was going to happen.

Slipping a hand between her legs, Kim started to masturbate, playing with her still-tender clit. Her little girl was about to perform oral love on a grown woman, and just thinking about it thrilled her to the core.

Cassidy recalled the rough sex she and Deena had enjoyed the night this all began. For an instant, she felt a small amount of trepidation, but then she remembered the next morning, when Deena had assured her that, given the chance to take pleasure from the adorable six-year-old, she’d treat Katie far more gently.

“I’m going to lower myself down to your mouth now, Katie.” Deena said in a soothing voice. “All I want is for you to suck and lick my pussy. I promise, there’s nothing you can do that I won’t like.”

“Um, okay,” Katie said.

Rolling her hips forward, Deena let her knees slide apart just enough to bring her pussy into contact with Katie’s open mouth. The child took a moment to breathe in the sweet, strange scent of her grownup lover, then placed a hesitant kiss on the woman’s juicy cunt.

“Yes,” Deena whispered, holding her body motionless as she silently begged the little girl to continue.

Katie was sampling the wetness on her lips — considering its flavor, quickly deciding that she liked it. Cassidy’s juices had tasted sweeter, but there was a savory tang to Deena that instantly caused the little girl’s head to swim. Eager for more, she pressed her mouth into the warm pink flesh and began to lick.

A shudder ran through Deena’s body. “Fuck, yes!” she gasped. She glanced down at Katie, just as the child’s eyes fluttered open. Deena smiled, and she could tell that Katie was smiling back, even with her mouth occupied.

I’ve dreamt of this for such a long time… and now it’s happening. I’m making love with a little girl, Deena thought, on the verge of joyous tears. She then inhaled sharply as Katie’s tongue briefly grazed her sensitive clitoris.

Grasping Deena’s thighs with both hands, Katie probed the woman’s cunt with her tongue, using it as a sort of scoop to gather as much of the tart, thick honey as she could. Everything about Deena’s pussy appealed to the eager child — the strong aroma, the comforting warmth, the liquid sounds it made with each lick. Oh, and the flavor. Especially that.

The others gathered round to watch Deena ride Katie’s mouth. They sat, mesmerized by the erotic scene unfolding before them, each woman or girl lightly caressing her own pussy, tickling and teasing herself, imagining what it was like to be in Deena’s place.

The sight of a grown woman taking her pleasure from such a young girl thrilled each of them to no end, but for Cassidy, the feelings emanating from the others were nearly overwhelming. The young blonde yearned for another release and looked to little Emily to find it — she was surprised, however,  to see that the girl had crawled over to the couch, where all the sex toys were laid out, and was currently examining each of them in turn.

After watching Cassidy come from using one toy, then helping her mommy do the same with another, Emily decided that she wanted to try a dildo for herself. But first she selected several dildos from the collection, one for each of the others, based on what she thought they might like the most.

For Cassidy, Emily selected a medium-sized toy that was gold in color, with a small knob at the end. That meant it was a vibrator, like the one she’d been given as a gift. Emily remembered how nice it had felt on her clit, and looking over her shoulder at her new lover, the girl could tell that Cassidy needed something more than just her fingers to stimulate her love button.

For Aunt Kim she picked out a small, thin dildo that curved along the shaft and widened at the end. Emily was intrigued by its shape and was curious to see how it was used.

And for her mommy, Emily considered giving her the same dildo that she’d fucked her with earlier, but decided instead to go with the largest of all the toys. The massive, black dildo was a foot long and about two inches in diameter. Emily wasn’t sure if her mother’s vagina could take such a large object, but the little girl was eager to see her try.

Rejoining the group, the eight-year-old distributed the toys to the ladies. They each thanked the girl with a kiss, then began to pleasure themselves with the toy they’d been given.

By this point, Katie was feeling increasingly confident in her ability to perform oral sex, which became apparent to Deena as she found herself enjoying the child’s tongue more and more with each passing moment. Still, I really ought to check on her, see how she’s holding up, Deena thought.

Raising herself from Katie’s face, Deena peered down at the little girl. “Are you doing okay, cutie?” she asked.

Katie grinned back, the lower half of her face coated with Deena’s fluids. “Yeah!” she replied. “I’m doing great!” Reaching up to take hold of the woman’s shapely hips, Katie gave them a tug, drawing Deena’s dripping cunt back to her open mouth.

Surprised by the six-year-old’s enthusiasm. Deena allowed herself to be moved back into the position Katie wanted. This girl sure is hungry for pussy, she told herself. But now, it’s time for me to take charge.

Deena started to slowly rock her hips, lightly grinding her pussy into Katie’s mouth. She wasn’t exactly sure if Katie would like that or not, but when the girl began to giggle, Deena figured she must. She brought her hands to her breasts, taking a stiff nipple between each thumb and index finger, then twisting hard, feeling a shock of pleasure run straight down to her cunt. Deena glanced down at Katie again, knowing that she wanted — needed — more than just the child’s lips and tongue to get her off.

“Katie,” Deena said, drawing the girl’s attention, “You like licking my pussy, don’t you?”

This time, Katie only answered with a nod, her tongue still at work.

“Good. Now I want you to tell me how much you enjoy it. And when you respond, I’d like for you to call me ‘Officer Dean’.” With that, she raised her hips, allowing Katie to speak.

Giving Deena a blissful smile, the child said, “I love licking your pussy, Officer Dean. It tastes soooo good! Um, can I please have some more…?”

“Oh, God… oh, God,” Deena whimpered as, once again, she fed her cunt to the nude youngster, carefully settling back onto Katie’s face.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Rachel hissed, watching Deena ride her niece’s face as she masturbated herself, getting ready to take all twelve inches of the dildo that Emily had selected for her.

The moment of truth, she mused, squatting above and positioning the head of the monstrous phallus at the entrance of her cunt. Letting gravity do most of the work, Rachel lowered herself onto the toy, her pussy opening wide, taking almost four inches of its length on the first stroke. She screamed, but not from pain — no, at that instant, Rachel knew only pleasure. “So big,” she gasped, wriggling her way even further down the thick shaft. “Mmm, s-so fucking big.”

Emily’s attention was constantly shifting from her mother to Katie and Deena, then back again, all the while masturbating with the smaller toy she’d chosen, rubbing it against her clit and the opening to her vagina. Then, when Rachel next screamed out in ecstasy, Emily’s gaze was locked to her mother and the large latex cock she was straddling. By then, only an inch or two of the dildo had yet to enter Rachel’s vagina, and the bedding at base of the toy was positively soaked with her fluids.

Raising her hips once more, Deena took her sex away from Katie, fixing the child with a stern gaze. “You’re a naughty little girl… aren’t you? You must be. Only a bad, wicked girl would enjoy licking a woman’s cunt. Well, what do you have to say for yourself?”

Deena wasn’t sure that Katie understood what she was playing at, but the young girl was quick on the uptake and chose to join in the game. “I am a bad girl, Officer Dean,” Katie replied, making a sorrowful face. “Um… do I have’ta get punished?”

“We’ll see, child,” Deena replied. “While I’m thinking about that, I guess you’d better finish what you started.” With that, she pressed her pussy back into the child’s waiting mouth.

As Katie began to lick again, Deena started moving her hips, grinding her sex against the lower half of her little lover’s face, gradually moving faster. At first, she was a bit worried that Katie might not like the increased tempo, but the little angel didn’t seem to mind in the least. In fact, the girl was now giggling with glee as she ate the woman’s pussy, driving Deena wild with renewed lust.

A couple of feet away, Kim had worked the curved dildo into her vagina, loving how the wide head stimulated her g-spot. No matter which way she moved, it kept contact with the sensitive area. Kim knew that she would be coming very soon. She looked down at Katie, pleased to see that her little girl was enjoying her first time giving oral.

“How ya doing, baby girl?” Kim said, reaching over to take Katie’s little hand in hers.

Deena raised her hips so that the girl could answer. “I’m great, Mommy,” Katie said. “I love Officer Dean’s pussy!” Then she reached up with her free hand to lightly tweak her grownup lover’s clit.

Deena let out a choked cry, then quickly returned her juicy cunt to Katie’s waiting lips, no longer worried about the child’s ability to take the aggressive lovemaking she was dishing out. No matter how much force Deena used or how hard she rode the girl, Katie continued to feast on her cunt, clearly having a wonderful time.

“Good girl,” Kim cooed, beaming with pride. “Make sure you do whatever Officer Dean tells you to. Let her fuck your face.” With a gleeful laugh, Kim opened her legs even wider, pressing the curved dildo deep into her hot cunt.

“That’s what I’m doing, yeah,” Deena panted, locking eyes with Katie. “I’m fucking you. Did you know that, baby girl? And soon I’m g-gonna come…come right in that sweet little mouth of yours. My lover, my little one…”

Katie was beside herself with joy. I’m Deena’s lover; she just said so! And she’s fucking me, she said that too. The child didn’t know which one thrilled her more.

By then, her tongue was getting tired, so Katie was mostly sucking at Deena’s creamy hole. That way, she was getting even more of the warm nectar, and anyhow, Deena seemed to enjoy it every bit as much as licking — though Katie still dipped her tongue inside every now and then, too.

Cassidy could see that Deena was riding the little girl’s face with the same intensity that she’d experienced herself only a few days earlier, the night that her lover had first met and fallen for six-year-old Katie. At first, Cassidy had worried that Deena’s lovemaking might prove too rough for the child, but it was clear to her now that Katie could not only handle her lover’s aggressive nature, she was actually enjoying it! Even more than I do, Cassidy thought to herself. Just look at her! The little minx thinks it’s a game.

Just then, Cassidy had one of her brilliant ideas. She crawled over to the couple, bent down and whispered into Katie’s ear. The six-year-old listened, then gave a quick nod.

Deena immediately raised her hips, freeing Katie’s mouth, then stared down at the child. “What did she say to you? Tell me,” she demanded, glancing over at a smirking Cassidy.

Katie gave Deena a huge smile that was practically dripping with the woman’s juices. “I’m s’posed to tell  you that you’re a mean old lady, Officer Dean… and an evil child molester, too.”

With a loud, choked cry, Deena forced her cunt back onto Katie’s smiling face. Once again, the little girl began to slurp at the sodden hole of her grownup lover, humming with pleasure as the honey flowed into her mouth.

Deena was a woman possessed, rocking her hips at the fastest tempo yet, breathing hot and heavy, moments away from a massive orgasm. Reaching out, she seized Cassidy, pulling her fiancée into a wild and passionate kiss. “I… I fuckin’ love you.” Deena blurted as they broke apart.

“Until the end of time, babe,” Cassidy replied with a wink.

Reaching down, Deena took Katie’s head in both hands, holding the girl firmly in place as she continued to ride the little girl’s face. It only took another few seconds before Deena’s orgasm broke. She screamed, then shook and shuddered helplessly, her breath rasping through clenched teeth. Her climax peaked with one final cry, then she slumped forward, exhausted. Somehow, Deena managed to dismount Katie’s face, then laid down next to the girl, drawing her into an embrace. The two lovers then came together in a gentle but passionate kiss.

“That was amazing!” Rachel exclaimed, still bobbing up and down on the monster dildo.

“So hot,” Kim murmured, feeling a swell of pride for her daughter’s accomplishment.

“W-w-wow!” Emily said in a daze, hardly able to believe what she’d just seen her younger cousin do. I wonder if she’d lick me like that?

“Awesome.” It was the only word that sprang to Cassidy’s mind, but it perfectly summed up what she’d just witnessed.

While Deena and Katie kissed, the others continued their masturbation. Emily was still a little worn out from her previous orgasm and couldn’t finish just yet. Cassidy elected to save her climax for later, as she still desperately wanted to make love to little Emily, and wanted to come with her the way Deena had come with Katie. The sisters, however, got off one by one — Kim nearly passing out from the extreme pleasure deep inside her cunt while Rachel’s pussy exploded in a torrent of juices all over the long, thick dildo.

After a short breather followed by a few minutes of light making out and laughter, everyone agreed that they should take a break to use the bathroom, wash up, and have a snack. Choosing to remain naked, the six women and girls moved to the kitchen.

Soon, everyone was seated around the table, sharing bread, cheese and fruit. The girls were each allowed another soda, while the women enjoyed a celebratory glass of champagne. As they ate, the group discussed what pleasures ought to be explored next.

Cassidy suggested that they take a few minutes to teach the girls the importance of breast play and how to tease, lick and suck a woman’s nipples for maximum pleasure. Everybody thought that was a great idea, especially the girls, so they adjourned back to the living room to do just that. Emily and Katie had a wonderful time getting to know the breasts of all four women, and got to pleasure each other’s nipples as well.

Then, Kim mentioned how so far that night, she’d only gotten to eat Katie’s pussy… and that she wanted a chance to go down on everyone else before the night was over. Then and there, a game was played where each woman and girl got to try a taste of every pussy, even her own. It was a roaring success.

Emily then announced that she really wanted to try taking a dildo in her pussy. There was doubt among the women over whether such a small child could be penetrated, even with the smallest of toys, without hurting herself, but Emily insisted that they let her try. Ultimately, she failed at her attempt, even with copious amounts of lube applied to both her pussy and the sex toy, but Emily made a vow that she’d be able to do it before the same time next year. Cassidy politely requested that she be given weekly updates as to the girl’s progress, and Emily happily gave her consent.

Deena was asked if there was anything she wanted to try. Hugging her little lover close, she said she’d already lived out her wildest fantasy when Katie licked her to orgasm.

Then it was Rachel’s turn to share her fantasy. “Y’know what I’d like to try?” she said, looking around at her new lovers. “I want all of you… at the same time.”

The others exchanged intrigued glances, then Kim spoke up. “Oh… I think we can help you with that, big sister.”

Two minutes later, Rachel’s dream was coming true. Kim was sitting on her face, Cassidy and Deena were sharing her cunt, and the girls got a chance to try out their new skills by sucking and playing with her breasts. Rachel couldn’t remember ever having a more intense orgasm.

Kim then asked Katie if there was anything she’d like to try. The little girl hemmed and hawed for a minute while the others gave her a number of sexy suggestions, but finally, while staring down at her feet, she said, “I want to make love with Emily.”

“Cool!” Emily cried, leaping to her feet. ”Let’s do it now!” Seizing her cousin’s hand, Emily pulled Katie up to her, the little girls’ mouths coming together in a sweet yet passionate kiss.

A beaming Rachel reached for Kim’s hand, giving it a squeeze. “Our little girls… aren’t they incredible?” Kim looked at Rachel and smiled. The sisters then exchanged a sweet kiss of their own.

Once again, nearly overwhelmed by the feelings swirling around her, Cassidy turned to Deena and their eyes locked. No words were needed.

***

Part 2 – Gratitude

Two hours later, Rachel had her last orgasm of the night, brought on by Deena’s mouth and fingers. Afterward, the new lovers cuddled and kissed for a while, before gently breaking apart. Spotting her daughter curled up in one of the corners of the nest they’d built on the living room floor, Rachel padded over, laid down next to her and embraced the sleeping child. She then dozed off herself, less than a minute later.

Deena saw that Cassidy was sprawled out on the couch, the one that wasn’t covered with sex toys, and crawled over to see if her lover was still awake — but no, she was dead to the world, which didn’t surprise Deena in the least. It had been a long evening and everyone had had quite a workout. Deena placed a gentle kiss on Cassidy’s forehead, whispering “Sweet dreams, my love.”

Then, looking across the room, she saw Kim and Katie nestling together in front of the other couch, the perfect picture of a loving mother and daughter. Kim caught Deena admiring them, and motioned for her to join. Deena scooted over and laid down next to Katie, who was still awake but struggling to keep her eyes open.

As Deena snuggled in close, Katie leaned in for a kiss. “I love you, Deena,” the child whispered, just before she drifted off to dreamland.

“I love you too, little one,” Deena said, but Katie was already sound asleep. She then looked up and met Kim’s smiling eyes.

“Thank you,” Kim murmured, not wanting to disturb her slumbering child.

“For what?” Deena asked, also in a whisper.

“For… everything. All of this. Without you, none of this would have been possible. We wouldn’t all be here now. We wouldn’t be lovers.”

“Me?” Deena was surprised. “What about you?”

Kim furrowed her brow. “How do you mean?”

“Well, if you weren’t so clumsy and hadn’t tripped over your own dishwasher door, none of this would have happened.”

Kim chuckled. “I guess you’re right.” Leaning closer, feeling the warmth of Katie’s small form between them, she and Deena exchanged a brief but sweet kiss, one filled with the gratitude they both felt.

Deena and Kim then snuggled in closer to Katie, wrapping their arms around the dozing child. A few moments later, they too were fast asleep.

The End

by Joe Dornish

After what had seemed like an eternity — though really, it had only been less than a week — my fantasy was finally coming true. My beautiful mother and I were hand in hand, making our way to Kiki’s bedroom, where we would make love for the first time. Actually, I’d never had real sex with anyone before, so this would be another first for me.

Much as Mum wanted this, she’d given me every opportunity to back out of going to bed with her, and I was certain that she’d make sure one last time that I hadn’t changed my mind before we got undressed. So just as we reached the bedroom door, I gave Mum a very serious look and said, “Remember… you don’t have to do this unless you really want to.” Then I winked and slapped her bum!

Mum laughed out loud, then gave me a gentle kiss. “Sweet Poppy,” she said.

When we opened the door we were greeted by a lovely flowery scent. The room was lit by something like a  dozen candles that Henri has placed all around the room. The bed had been turned down and there was a bottle of mineral water on each bedside table. Two fresh, soft white bathrobes hung waiting to be used, the smaller one obviously meant for me.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” Mum said.

I was shaking my head in awe. “This house is… it’s magnificent. Why didn’t you tell me about it before?”

“I wanted it to be a surprise.” she grinned, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Well, it was. And Kiki is so nice, too. I think she’s great!”

“I’m so pleased you like her — and Henri, too.”

“Mum.”

“Yes.”

“Um… what does Kiki do for a living?”

“The honest answer is… not a lot. She took her twat of an ex-husband to the cleaners in the divorce. Oh, she has property and investments to manage, but you couldn’t really call that work.”

“Kiki paid for all my new clothes today.”

Mum nodded. “I know, sweetheart… she’s been desperate to take you shopping. You made her very happy.”

“Really? I’m glad she’s happy. I really do like her, Mum.” I wanted her to know how pleased I was with my new friends — not just because it was true, but somehow I knew that she needed to hear it. This was a big step for my mum, too, and those little reassurances seemed to mean a lot to her.

“I was very proud of you today, Poppy,” Mum said, taking me in her arms. “You were so charming and kind… a real lady.”

I wanted her so badly I ached — but right then, my mother was too busy paying me compliments to notice. I cut her off by suddenly kneeling between her legs, looking up to say, “Mum?”

Her eyes were huge. “Um… yes, sweetie?”

“Kiss me, please.”

She bent to me, and our mouths met. The embrace was gentle and completely unrushed. We enjoyed the taste of each other’s lips and tongues, letting our hands wander. When we finally drifted apart, I slowly rose to my feet. Mum was perched on the edge of the bed, looking up at me with adoring eyes as I stood before her.

I slowly reached out to cup Mum’s breasts, enjoying the weight of them in my hands, then teased her nipples, thrilled to feel them harden to my touch. By then, I was desperate to just rip my clothes off and jump her, but that didn’t feel right. Maybe next time, I thought, my heart beating fast when it hit me that there definitely would be a next time.

Cradling Mum’s face in my hands, I bent to kiss her again. She was fondling my bum through my skirt as our tongues mingled. After a while, I broke away and straightened up, then began to take off the blue cashmere jumper I’d borrowed from Mum, but she stopped me. “I’d like to undress you, if that’s okay.”

Needless to say, I was more than happy with that notion. ”Sure.”

Getting to her feet, she took hold of the hem and slowly lifted my jumper up and off. I wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

Mum went all dreamy-eyed at the sight of my bare chest, whispering, “So beautiful, so sexy.” She sat back down and began to caress me, fondling my little buds, then kissed and licked each nipple in turn. It was heavenly.

Reaching round to undo the clasp of my skirt, Mum let it drop to the floor, leaving me in just my tights and knickers. I’d already taken my shoes off. She ran her hands up and down my legs and bum, then hooked her thumbs in the waistband of my tights. “May I?”

“Please, Mum.” Why was she even asking? Couldn’t she see how desperate I was to be loved? My head was buzzing like it was swarming with bees, and I felt hot and cold at the same time.

She carefully tugged the tights down to my ankles, and I stepped out of them. Now I was nude but for my plain white panties, which had a small wet patch on the front. Mum gently kissed my mound through the fabric, then inhaled deeply, breathing in my scent. God, that was such a thrill — A shiver raced through me, and my legs wobbled a bit.

Wearing a saucy grin, Mum looked up at me. “Did you like that, baby?” As if she didn’t know!

“Yes, Mum!” I exclaimed.

She kissed me there again, but let it linger this time. I could feel the warmth of her mouth, and it made my pussy throb. Sitting back, Mum took hold of my knickers and peeled them down, letting them fall to ring my ankles. I stepped out, now completely naked.

Her eyes seemed enormous as she stared at my bare slit. I could see her hand tremble as she reached out to touch it with the tips of her fingers. “Such a beautiful pussy, so perfect, so…”

Then she kissed me, right there, her bare lips against mine. Another rush of excitement surged through me, and I had to clutch Mum’s shoulders to keep from falling over. Just from one little kiss!

Mum stood up in front of me, reaching behind for the clasp of her dress.

I had to stop her. “Can I do that for you, Mum? I want to take your clothes off.”

She smiled. “I’d love that, sweetie.”

I walked behind her, then went up on tiptoe and kissed the back of Mum’s neck, which made her shiver. Undoing the catch, I slowly pulled the zip down, then slipped the dress from Mum’s shoulders to her waist. While I was there, I also undid the clasp on the red lace bra she was wearing, then turned her to face me. She let the bra fall off as she turned.

Reaching out for Mum’s breasts, I cupped them, one in each hand. They felt lovely to the touch, but there was something else I wanted. Giving her a shy glance, I asked, “Can I kiss them?”

“Poppy… my body is all yours,” she said. “Do whatever you like.”

Moving in, I began to place gentle kisses all over those gorgeous tits. Mum groaned and cradled my head in her arms while I licked her left nipple, then the right one. I buried my face in her breasts, loving their amazing softness. Would mine be this nice when they grew in?

I could feel Mum quiver, hear her whispering, “Oh my baby girl, so sweet and gentle… make love to Mummy, please. Mmmm, I adore you…” It sounded as if she was talking to herself as much as me. I could have played with her breasts for hours, but felt even keener to get the rest of her dress off.

When I finally stepped back, Mum looked as if she was in a dream world, her eyes hazy with pleasure. Taking hold of the dress, I tugged it over her hips and down to the floor. I knelt in front of her, she lifted each foot in turn, and I slipped Mum’s high heels off.

She stood before me, a sex goddess wearing nothing but a pair of skimpy red lace knickers that matched her bra. There was a wet patch on the front of her panties, a lot bigger than mine was. I caressed the damp spot, and Mum inhaled sharply.

“I didn’t know you could get that wet, Mum,” I said.

She only smiled, touching my cheek. ““Sweetie, you’ve got me positively dripping.”

“I hope so,” I said and slowly pulled her knickers down, edging my face as close to her pussy as I could get without touching it. Her scent seemed to draw me in, inviting me to take a lick, but somehow I held back.

When Mum had stepped out of her undies I ran my hands up and down her bare legs, then between them, just gentle touches to get her excited. I placed a kiss just below her trimmed pubes, then a lot more of them all around Mum’s pussy lips without quite touching them. She liked that, speaking my name out in a choked half-whisper. I finally stood up, giving each of her boobs a quick kiss for good measure, then our mouths came together in a brief but very heated tongue kiss.

Now that we were both naked, Mum took me by the hand and led me onto the bed. We laid down together side by side and kissed again, letting it go on for a long time with our tongues doing a sexy dance. I could feel her fondle my bum like she had before, only this time she let a finger find my pussy lips and slide between them. I nearly swooned with delight.

“May I touch you here?” she whispered, her lips touching my ear.

I was in a highly aroused state, certain that one good stroke to my clit would make me come… so Mum’s question caught me completely by surprise.

Frowning, I looked her in the eye. “Mu-um… you know you don’t have to ask!”

She just laughed. “I’m just being a mother, sweetie… and looking out for you is part of that.”

Okay, I need to do something about this, or we’ll be all bloody night getting around to the actual sex, I told myself.

Maintaining eye contact with Mum, I slid a hand between her legs. She parted them for me, and I touched her wetness properly for the first time. The folds of her smooth labia parted for my finger as it slowly trailed its way down towards my mother’s opening. I’d seen her masturbate, and knew she liked to put her fingers inside herself. My eyes still locked with hers, I plunged my middle finger into her vagina, as far as it would go.

“Oh — oh my GOD!” Mum cried, a violent jerk shaking her body. “Mmmm yes, Poppy, yes!”

“I take it we can touch each other, then?” I said, giggling. “And we’re all done with worrying, right…?”

“What? Oh, yes, fuck it… let’s do this.”

I wriggled my finger about inside her. Mum arched her back, “Oh, shit,” she cried out.

“Are you sure you don’t mind me touching you?” I eased another finger into her.

“B-bloody brat,” she cried. “Stop… teasing your poor mummy.” I began to twist my hand from side — which meant, of course, that my fingers were twisting inside Mum’s pussy. “Fucking hell… you’re only t-ten years old! How — how d-did you get so good at this? Ohhhh…”

It looked like she was about to come, but I didn’t want that to happen just yet, so I stopped moving my hand back and forth. Mum gave a deep groan. “Christ, almighty, you — you’re fucking edging me!”

What’s edging? I wondered. No time to think about that; I had a job to do.

As I slowly began to work my wrist again, Mum was babbling like she’d gone mental. I twiddled my fingers around inside my mother for a few more minutes, getting her all worked up again.

Once in a while I’d wiggle my fingers around a bit harder, and every time I did it Mum’s eyes got huge, and she gasped as if something startled her. As sexy as it was, there was something funny about it, too. I really had to try hard not to laugh out loud, not that she would have noticed.

It was thrilling, too, knowing that what I was doing was getting Mum off in such a big way. Through sheer luck, I was doing something right. Oh, I was incredibly aroused myself, but determined to stay fully focused on her. I’d just been playing around before, but now I had a purpose: I wanted my mother to come, and I wanted it to be huge.

Suddenly Mum was looking at me. “The rough bit… rub the rough b-bit,” she said, breathing heavily.

Rub the what? I felt around and sure enough, there was a tiny rough place inside Mum’s pussy, so I stroked it with the tip of my finger. Her body seized up, and she went completely nuts. Whatever it was, she loved it! I kept touching her there, and after only a minute or so she cried, “Ohhhh! Ohmigod, oh fuck YES!” and that was when she came, practically bouncing on the bed. It was all I could do to keep my fingers inside her, but somehow I managed to. I was stunned by how much juice came out of her, my hand was bathed in it.

After a minute or so, her orgasm subsided. I withdrew my fingers, now glistening with Mum’s fluids, and took them into my mouth. It was a strange flavour, but I liked it.

“Fuck me, that was amazing,” she mumbled, a weary smile on her lips.

“I did okay, then?”

She nodded. “More than okay. You found my G-spot the first time out.”

Something else I don’t know yet, I realized. “Your… G-spot?”

“Uh-huh. It’s that bit inside me that you were tickling there at the end. It’s a very sensitive area, and can be notoriously hard to find.”

“Why, does it move around?” I felt stupid as soon as I asked the question.

Mum gave a huge laugh. “Ha! Now that would be a trick! No, sweetie, it doesn’t move. It’s just tricky to find, because a woman’s plumbing is, well, pretty complicated. And now that you know where it is, you’ll be able to find it again.” As she spoke, Mum was toying with my nipples.

“Does everyone have a, um, G-spot?” I asked, reaching out to fondle her breasts.

“Mmmm, that’s nice. Er, yes and no, depends who you ask. Men don’t have them, anyhow.”

“And what does ‘edging’ mean? You said I was doing that to you.”

“So I did,” Mum replied with a thoughtful nod. “That’s when you take your lover close to coming, but stop before she does, then start over again. It’s a kind of teasing, really. But when you finally do come, it’s… well, it’s incredible.”

I wanted to know more, but got distracted by Mum using the word lover. Was that how she thought of me? Much as I was into the idea of sex with my mother, imagining myself as her lover made me tingle.

As if she knew what I was thinking, Mum slipped a hand between my legs. I shivered as she traced the line of my slit. “I love your pussy,” she said. “It’s so soft and warm.”

We came together in a sweet kiss that heated up in a hurry. Mum was massaging my mound with the palm of her hand, and my legs were wide open, urging her on. She masturbated me for a minute or two, then got up on her knees next to where I lay. Her fingers twined through my hair.

She gazed down at me, the love in her eyes plain as day. “I want to make you come, sweetheart,” she said.

“It won’t take long, Mum. I’m ready for it.”

She laughed. “Good… because I’m ready to make it happen!”

A tiny whimper escaped me when Mum slid the tip of her finger into my pussy, then slowly drew it upwards, headed for my clit. I knew what was coming, but I still jumped when she found my little button and began to stroke it in a slow, steady rhythm. Her free hand was roaming over my body as she masturbated me, touching my nipples, my tummy, my thighs.

By then, I was pretty keyed up and in need of release, because Mum only got to make love to me for thirty seconds or so when I felt the heat began to rise inside. Bracing myself for the explosion to come, I gripped the bed with clenched fingers as my head clouded over. Before I could draw another breath, my orgasm took hold and spread through my body like a petrol fire.

“Fuck!” I shouted, then bit down on my lip as the feeling intensified. Then Mum took it even further, sliding the tip of a finger inside me as she continued to rub my clit. Going completely on instinct, I thrust my hips in Mum’s direction, forcing her even deeper into my vagina. That set off a second orgasm, hitting me before the first one had finished. I was rolling from side to side, trying to ride the wave as far as I could, until it finally gave out and my ecstasy faded into a cozy, warm glow. It was a million times better than anything I’d ever experienced on my own.

In my drowsy state I squinted through half-open eyes at Mum, who was licking her fingers. She noticed me looking. “Mmmm, you taste good,” she sighed. “I’m going to want more of that.” Winded as I was, a prickle of excitement raced through me when I realized what she meant.

We shared some water from one of the bottles on the bed table, then snuggled together on the bed with me as the little spoon. We laid in silence and watched the flames flicker in the fireplace, kissing little bits of each other that came within reach.

It wasn’t long before Mum’s hands were wandering again. She was caressing my legs and hips, then began to play with my puffy nipples. When she kissed my neck, it tickled and I had to laugh. I shifted around to face her and we kissed, a deep, passionate kiss between mother and daughter.

We remained like that for a long while — kissing and touching, embracing each other, whispering words of love. Then Mum eased me onto my back and started kissing my chest, pausing to lick and suck my nipples. Reaching over to the bed table, she picked up a band and tied her hair back, winking at me in a way that made me go all hot and gooey inside.

Gently pushing my legs apart, Mum knelt between them, then bent to kiss my tummy. I knew what was coming. The butterflies in my stomach were dancing around, caught up in anticipation. Somehow, though, I was relaxed, my nervousness completely gone.

“So sexy,” Mum whispered as she drew closer. “I’m going to make love to you for real now, sweetheart, the way I’ve always wanted to. I’m going to lick you, taste your little girl pussy…”

That’s not what she did at first, though. Mum kissed all around the top of my mound, down to my legs and inner thighs, shifting to nuzzle my tummy — everywhere but where I longed for her to go. I guess she was paying me back for how I’d teased her a few minutes ago.

After what seemed like an eternity, I felt her tongue lightly graze my clit… and I can’t put into words how amazing that felt. I was on the edge of going off like a bomb, my mind in that delicious half-dreamlike state. I tried to keep my eyes open, wanting to watch what Mum was doing to me, but my body wasn’t following instructions. All I could do was lie back and surrender to her magic touch.

A few more light kisses on my pussy lips pushed me closer, then her tongue touched the very bottom of my slit, just above the anus. That was when Mum licked a pathway up the length of my slit, moving so slowly that it was almost excruciating. When she reached the halfway mark,  I tensed up and clutched the sheets even tighter. Nearer and nearer… finally, when she reached the top, she nibbled ever so gently at my clit.

It felt incredible. I was begging for more — maybe swearing, I’m not sure. Mum must have been listening, anyhow, because she took my throbbing clit between her lips and flicked it with her tongue.

“Oh, m-my GOD!” I screamed. Mum never stopped, didn’t even pause. I’d had quite a few orgasms since learning how to masturbate a week earlier — but this one was spectacular, even better than the one Mum had given me just minutes ago. I forgot where I was and what was happening, blind to all but pleasure.

Once I’d returned to myself, I lay motionless — well, except for the rise and fall of my chest as I gulped down lungfuls of air. I could feel Mum’s head resting on my hip, the warmth of her breath, her hand caressing my tummy. Finally, I managed to raise my head and looked at my mother. She smiled. “Are you back?”

“Barely,” I mumbled.

She chuckled. “I wish you could have seen yourself come just then… it was really something.”

“I’m…” I was at a loss, couldn’t think of what to say.

“Shhhh, just rest.” She crawled up to stretch out next to me. “I love you, Poppy,” she said.

I snuggled into her, inhaling deeply of my mother’s warm, familiar scent. “I love you too, Mum… and that was so, um… oh, bloody hell, where have all my words gone?”

Mum laughed and kissed me. My flavour was on her lips. Suddenly I wanted to return the gift, to taste her. I tried to push myself up from the bed, but my arms wouldn’t support me.

I felt her firm hand on my shoulder, holding me in place. “Stay there, sweetie, just relax for a bit.”

We cuddled for a few minutes while my head cleared and I regained my strength. I was suddenly very aware of how wet I was. Feeling between my legs, I discovered that there was a damp patch on the sheets, “Omigod… did I wet the bed?”

“Uh-huh, you did,” she answered with a grin. I felt my face grow hot, then Mum explained. “You didn’t pee yourself, sweetheart. When you came, it was so intense that you squirted. Ejaculated, that’s another word for it. I must say, you surprised me. I didn’t think, at your age, you would come so hard and get so wet. It was sexy as hell.”

I thought about that. “So, Mum… how wet do you get?”

Her grin got bigger. “Oh, I’ll let you find that out!”

“Deal!” I said and we laughed.

“I’m sure she won’t mind me telling you this… every now and then, Kiki will squirt when she comes. If you’re lucky, you’ll get to see her do that yourself. Seriously, she goes off like a fountain!”

My eyes went wide. “Really? Are you kidding?”

She kissed my forehead. “No baby, I’m not. I’ll always be honest about sex with you. I want you to have lots of fun learning and exploring.”

“I feel so, so lucky. Y’know, I think all girls should do this with their mums. The world would be a better place.” Mum burst into laughter. “What? I’m serious, everyone should.” I protested.

“Oh, my dear, sweet baby. Come here,” she said, taking me into her arms. “You’re absolutely right. If all mothers could make love to their daughters, it would be a very good thing. The world doesn’t work like that, though.”

“I know. People would freak if they knew we’d just… hey, so we did just have sex, right? You and me?”

Mum gave me a puzzled look. “Well, of course. What else could it have been? It certainly wasn’t a piano lesson, sweetie.”

Okay, I was being dense, but right then I was so happy that it didn’t matter a bit. “Oh, wow, that’s so cool! I just made love with my mum, the most beautiful woman in the world!”

Blushing a pretty pink, Mum started to laugh, but I cut that off with a deep, hungry kiss. She seemed surprised at first, but was fast to respond, her tongue darting into my mouth.

I was rested, refreshed and on fire, desperate to taste my mother. Breaking our kiss, I pushed her back on the bed, bending to give Mum a quick peck on the lips, then began to make love to her for real. I started with her neck, nuzzling her soft skin, then gave her left earlobe a light nip. She gasped, but I was already on the move again, traveling downward.

Much as I longed for my first real taste of Mum, there was no way I could pass up the chance to have some fun with her boobs. I covered them in kisses, then sucked each nipple in turn. I was resting between my mum’s thighs, feeling her warm, wet pussy against my belly.

Down I went, burying my face in the softness of her tummy, where I licked the few small stretch marks Mum had. She always claimed to be proud of them, that they reminded her of Lilly and me.

When I reached the top of Mum’s pubes, which were neatly trimmed into what she called a “landing strip,” I hesitated, deciding where to go next. Should I start licking right away, or tease her for a bit longer? In the end, Mum decided for me. “That’s it, baby,” she whispered, stroking the back of my head with a quivering hand. “M-my precious little girl… lick your mummy, please!”

I was about to do what she wanted, but then I just had to pause first, to get a good look at what Mum had. Seeing her pussy up close excited me no end. The smell was strong and sweet, and her outer lips had parted enough for me to see inside, the fiery pink opening shining with her wetness. I could see the clitoris standing proudly, like it was asking for my attention. So I gave it some, moving in close to flick the pink nub with my tongue.

Mum cried out, “Oh my Jesus god… yes, baby, right there.”

That made me proud. Good, I found the right spot. Then I did what she’d done to me — teased her, kissing her pussy over and over again, lightning-fast kisses that drove my mum absolutely wild.

“Please baby, lick me,” she begged, unable to keep still. She was staring into space, and her hands were opening and closing. “Oh, baby girl… please lick Mummy’s pussy.” Hearing her say that got me heated up all over again, as if I hadn’t already come just a few minutes ago.

I thought about putting a hand between my legs to rub my own kitty while I licked hers, but decided to focus on what I was doing to Mum. Remembering how she made love to me, I slipped my tongue into her slit and began to slowly drag it upward, bathing the hot, wet flesh with a single long lick.

Mum froze, then she arched her back. “Oh god yes, baby. So g-good, so fucking good…”

Still moving at a crawl, I drew nearer and nearer to her clit until…

“Oh, shit!” she blurted when I gave it a tickle with the tip of my tongue.

By then, I knew that if I sucked on Mum’s clit, she would come right away. But I didn’t want that to happen just yet — not until I was able to explore her juicy hole. It looked every bit as yummy as it tasted, a ripe fruit that I wanted to savor until I’d had my fill. Moistening my lips, I pressed forward, giving my mother’s pussy a big, messy tongue kiss. Her moan was the sweetest sound I’d ever heard.

I was licking Mum for the first time and loving every second. I sucked her inner lips into my mouth and caressed them with my tongue, which she liked a lot. Then I licked around inside her, using my tongue like a man’s willy. I’m fucking her, I thought, thrilled by the idea of it.

Mum’s pussy was incredibly wet, and the more I kissed and licked her, the wetter she got. Her juices were all over my mouth and cheeks, dripping from my chin. It made me smile, because I was reminded of when I was a little girl, and Mum would scold me for being a messy eater. Bet she doesn’t mind that now, I told myself.

Much as I enjoyed making love to my mum, I knew that she needed to come soon. Tears were falling from her eyes, and she was trembling from head to toe. I gave her pussy one last deep kiss, then began to work my way up to her clit. But before I got there, an idea came to me — one I really liked. Taking Mum’s clit between my lips, I began to suck it like a nipple.

“Yes, Poppy — yes!” she cried. That’s when I quickly slipped my hand between my mother’s legs, finding the opening to her vagina. I heard her take a surprised gasp — and before she was able to exhale, I thrust two fingers into her. I was clumsy, but managed it on the first try.

Mum’s response came fast and intense. “Ohhhhhhhh! Oh, God, yesssss, sweetie — f-fuck my CUNT!”

I was pumping my arm like a machine, hard and fast, trying to build a rhythm. It wasn’t easy, because Mum couldn’t keep her body still. So I threw a leg over hers, so she wouldn’t buck us both off the bed. Just in time, too, because that was when she started to come.

Mum’s juices flowed as her orgasm hit its high, covering the lower half of my face like a mask. I didn’t care; I loved it. I’d have worn her essence as a perfume if she’d let me. I continued to work on my mum’s clit while I fucked her, driving my fingers in and out, in and out. Mum was going crazy, yelling and swearing.

Her orgasm lasted a good long while, maybe more than three minutes. My arm was getting really tired, but I refused to let myself quit until she’d had enough. Finally, she took hold of my shoulder and squeezed it.

“Stop, b-baby girl!” she stammered. “I can’t, I c-can’t…”

Pulling my fingers out of Mum’s pussy, I rested my head on her quivering thigh for a minute or two, then sat up, grabbed a handful of the bed sheets to wipe my face, then crawled up to where my mother was and laid down next to her. Our wet bodies fitted together perfectly, skin on skin.

“I love you, Poppy,” Mum whispered. She took me in her arms.

“I love you too, Mum.”

We shared a few gentle kisses — then I fell asleep, safely nestled in my mother’s embrace.

On to Chapter Seven!