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Idol, Part Three

  • Posted on December 14, 2019 at 3:39 pm

By No One

As Zoe was carried by Shana towards the bedroom, another idea rolled around in her head. “So, um, this will sound dumb, but… I can get a, uh, orgasm on my own, just by touching myself?”

“Sure. You’ve never heard of masturbating?”

“Oh. Um, yeah, but…” She had, but she’d never given much thought to the process, or to how good it might feel. “I kinda thought that was… something boys did, I guess… or bad girls, maybe.”

Shana laughed. “Well, sorry to say, but I think you qualify as a bad girl now. Not that there’s anything wrong with that!”

Zoe smiled. Being a bad girl didn’t seem so bad, now. Sure, they’d done dirty stuff but… it had been wonderful. Beautiful, as Shana had said. She couldn’t wait to try more of it, if she was being honest with herself.

They reached a tastefully decorated bedroom, with a big bed with a dark blue cover at the center. Zoe shrieked when Shana suddenly threw her onto the bed, but the landing was actually very soft. In fact, this had to be the softest bed she’d ever touched. Still, she stuck her tongue out at Shana for the scare.

“Oh? What was that?” Shana got on the bed and crawled up close to Zoe, until their faces were less than an inch apart.

Realizing what the older girl wanted, Zoe slipped her tongue out again, and Shana took it into her mouth, gently sucking on it.

That quickly turned into a passionate kiss, and Zoe’s heart rate sped up all over again as they made out. She felt Shana lightly push her down until she was flat on her back, all without breaking their kiss. She knew what the growing warmth between her legs meant now, and found herself eager for Shana to touch her again.

But Shana seemed to have other ideas. She sat up, and examined Zoe for a moment. “Say, why don’t you try touching yourself now? Y’know, get a feel for it… so to speak.”

Zoe hesitated. It sounded really embarrassing, and she’d prefer if Shana did it, but… She did intend to explore this masturbation business later, now that she knew how great it could feel. Maybe practicing while there was someone to guide her would be a good idea.

She slid a hand down to her lower belly. “Um, I just rub my… down there?”

“More or less. What do you call that place down there?” Shana asked, looking pointedly between Zoe’s legs.

“Um… my private parts, I guess?”

“That’s one way to say it… Doesn’t sound very sexy, though.”

“Hmm. What else do you call it?”

“Oh, there are lots of words… Some girls say ‘cunt,’ for instance.”

Zoe’s eyes went wide. “That’s a really bad word!” One time, her mom had been zapping through the channels on TV looking for something to watch and stopped on some show or movie. Then someone said that word, and her mother very quickly changed the channel again. She put her hands on Zoe’s ears, as if that would block what she’d already heard, and told her to never repeat that word. The next day, Zoe had noticed that the HBO channel was now blocked with a PIN.

Shana chuckled. “Yeah, I guess some people think that. ‘Pussy’ is another word that’s very common.”

“Like a cat?” Zoe had heard that one too, but mostly as an insult.

“Sure. Just as cute, too.” Shana winked. “Though I guess yours is just a little kitty.”

Zoe laughed. That was a funny word for it, but she liked it. She moved her hand lower until she touched her… kitty, and began slowly rubbing it with her fingers, up and down. “Like this?” It felt nice, but nowhere near the kind of pleasure Shana had given her.

“Yeah, you can start out like that.” Shana was watching very attentively. “Then you can slip a finger between your lips, like I did. That usually feels better. Be careful, though. Don’t go too deep, or you might hurt something.”

Zoe tried it, pushing harder with her middle finger until it slid between her lips. She made two discoveries in that moment: that it felt more sensitive and pleasurable in there, and that it was quite moist. “Uh, it’s wet…”

“Very normal. When you’re… in a sexy mood, you get wet so that it’s, y’know, all slippery and nice. Makes it easier to have fun,” Shana explained, all smiles.

“O-oh.” That sounded a little weird… but practical. It did make her finger slip around smoothly, and she soon was rubbing herself with enthusiasm. Shana was right, it did feel much better this way.

“Mmmm, yeah, just like that,” Shana said softly. She sounded like she was enjoying herself, too. “There’s like a little nub near the top, called the clitoris, or just the clit. That’s the part that feels the best, but it’s very sensitive, so don’t rub it too hard.”

Zoe did remember how the strongest feelings had happened when Shana rubbed the top of her privates. Feeling around, she found the nub in question. Pressing down on it made her gasp. It was sensitive for sure, but it felt amazing. Trying to be gentle, she began moving her finger in circles over this nub, her “clit,” and couldn’t keep a moan from escaping her lips.

She glanced at Shana, who was biting her bottom lip, eyes fixed on what Zoe was doing. It sounded like the older girl was getting a little out of breath herself, just from watching. Zoe was beginning to suspect that Shana had asked her to do this at least partially for her own benefit. Playing along, she gave the older girl what she hoped was a sexy stare and murmured, “You like watching me touch my kitty?”

A low groan came out of Shana’s mouth. “God, yes… You’re so fucking hot,” she whispered, her voice sounding hoarse. “I mean… eff-ing. Or whatever,” she added after a moment, but it sounded like proper language was far from her most urgent concern.

Zoe smiled. She loved the effect she was having on Shana. It made her feel… grown-up. Sexy. She spread her legs wider to give Shana a better view and kept rubbing herself.

“Mmmm. You are a bad girl,” Shana said. “It makes me want to do very naughty things to you.”

“Like what?” Zoe liked where this was going. It was crazy how she’d been so nervous about this “dirty” stuff just earlier, and now she couldn’t wait to find out what “naughty things” Shana had in mind.

The young woman knelt in front of Zoe, looking up. “I wanna kiss your kitty.”

Zoe laughed. “Kiss it?” She wasn’t sure if Shana was serious.

“It’s another thing that’s very fun, you’ll see.” Shana leaned forward and began to trail her lips up Zoe’s inner thigh.

Withdrawing her hand, Zoe raised herself up on her elbows, eyes wide as she watched the older girl come closer. Was Shana really going to kiss her there?

Anticipation rose when Shana reached the spot where Zoe’s leg met her groin. She paused a second and their eyes met. Then she pressed her lips into Zoe’s kitty—once, then another time, then again and again, covering the intimate area with kisses.

Zoe stared, hardly believing what was happening. But she was even more surprised when Shana’s tongue slipped between her little lips and began licking her! She’d had no idea it was going to be a French kiss. It seemed like such a crazy thing to do… but Shana was purring with pleasure, as if she was enjoying a fine meal.

Zoe couldn’t argue with the results, though—Shana’s tongue felt amazing. After a moment, she fell back on the bed, closed her eyes, and lost herself in the moment. “Oooh. That’s sooo good.”

“Mmm-hmm,” Shana agreed without stopping for a second.

As great as it felt, it was still a weird sensation to have a tongue bathing her private parts. Zoe had no idea that was a thing that people did. It was a thrill for sure, though. Maybe it was even more exciting because it was so dirty?

Whatever the case, Zoe’s pleasure was rising fast. Every little flick of Shana’s tongue sent delicious shivers through her body, and she felt that tension within her building up, just like it had before. Soon, she couldn’t help but moan in time with Shana’s movements.

As if sensing her growing delight, Shana began to focus on Zoe’s clit, teasing it with her tongue.

Zoe cried out as an even more intense wave of pleasure hit her. She still had a hard time believing her body could feel this good. But she knew this wasn’t even the end yet, as she could now recognize the signs of another orgasm drawing closer. “I think… I’m g-gonna…”

Before she could finish her sentence, that explosion she’d been expecting rocked her to the core. Just like before, her body tensed and pure ecstasy filled her completely. Shana’s tongue was a magical tool of pure joy, the way it made her feel. This orgasm was even more powerful than the last one, shaking her from head to toe.

As she slowly recovered, Zoe realized that her thighs were tightly clamped around Shana’s head. “Oh! S-sorry…” she stammered, quickly releasing the older girl.

“That’s quite okay,” Shana said, smiling. Lying down next to Zoe, she wrapped her arms around her. “I love that you’re enjoying your first sexual experience so much.”

That comment gave Zoe pause. “So… this is sex?”

Shana raised an eyebrow. “Well, yeah… One of many ways to have sex. Is that okay?”

Zoe had sort of known that’s what they’d been doing, but hearing it out loud made it more real somehow. I’ve just had sex with Shana Belle. The words sounded strange in her mind. She’d certainly never expected anything like that to happen today. She hadn’t expected to give much thought to sex for years, actually. But now it had happened, and she felt… good, happy. “I think so. Sex is… pretty great.”

Shana grinned. “It really is, isn’t it?” She gave Zoe a tight hug, then drew her into a heated kiss.

Zoe could feel the passion behind the older girl’s kiss, and realized that Shana might appreciate some pleasure of her own. “Oh, um, do you want me to… make you feel good, too?”

“Well, if you want to, I’d love that for sure.” Shana caressed Zoe’s cheek for a moment, then brought their lips together again.

As they kissed, Zoe put a hand on Shana’s thigh, then slowly slipped it up until she was almost touching the girl’s privates. She hesitated, unsure of how to proceed.

“It’s okay,” Shana said, breaking the kiss. Giving Zoe a nod of encouragement, she spread her legs for better access.

Zoe took a moment to examine Shana’s kitty. Her pussy. Her… C-word. The lips were open like flower petals, and the inside glistened. It looked inviting, sexy. Tentatively, she brushed the moist flesh with her fingers, and felt Shana shiver in response.

Seeing the older girl’s encouraging smile, Zoe pressed a little harder, and her middle finger pushed past the pussy lips. Shana was very wet in there. It felt a little weird, but to Zoe, it was a good sign. It meant that Shana was enjoying it, right?

“Mmmm,” Shana moaned, definitely sounding happy with what was happening.

Zoe began moving her fingers up and down, as the other girl had done for her. Soon she was grinning with delight, fascinated by Shana’s little gasps and sighs, trying to figure out what gave her partner the best feelings. Not surprisingly, touching Shana’s clitoris got the biggest reactions.

“Oh yes, baby!” Shana mewled, then when Zoe brushed her clit again, her eyes went wide open. “Oh!” she cried, louder this time. Her thighs closed tightly around Zoe’s hand and her eyes rolled back in her head as her whole body shook and trembled.

It was actually a little scary, and Zoe really hoped it was because Shana was feeling good, and not that she was having some kind of seizure. She was relieved when, after a moment, Shana took a deep breath and a smile spread across her lips.

“Oh, wow,” Shana said after she’d caught her breath a little.

“Did you… get the, um, orgasm?”

“Yes.” Shana laughed, sounding a little surprised. “That was quick. You had me so turned on!”

“Turned on?” This was the second time Shana had used that expression, and Zoe thought she got the meaning, but wanted to be sure.

“Yeah, like… excited, horny, in the mood for sex. Y’know, all wet and ready.”

“Oh, right.” Zoe smiled. “Yeah, you were… pretty wet down there.”

Shana grinned back. “Well, I think you’re to blame for that, you sexy little thing,” she said, before kissing Zoe once again.

As she enjoyed the kiss, Zoe decided that she could get used to being called sexy and hot. It made her feel warm and fuzzy all over. Oh, and the kissing, she could definitely get used to that, too. She could never get tired of the way that made her feel, getting goosebumps as her tongue danced with Shana’s.

“So… it was good, right? The orgasm?” Zoe asked after they drifted apart. “I did it well?” She was pretty sure she knew the answer, considering Shana’s reaction.

“You did it perfectly. It was great, thank you.”

“Want another?” Zoe smiled, echoing what Shana had said earlier.

“Mmmm, I like the way you think, sweetcheeks. I won’t say no to that.”

As Zoe slipped her hand between Shana’s legs again, she thought it might be a good idea to try nuzzling the older girl’s neck, as Shana had done to her earlier. She began by kissing the spot right below the ear, then worked her way down to the collarbone. It sounded like Shana was enjoying it, judging by the sounds she was making, though that could also be because Zoe had her fingers moving between the girl’s pussy lips.

Glancing down, Zoe saw that Shana had a hand on her own breast, teasing the nipple between two fingers. Wondering if a kiss there would feel good, Zoe decided to give it a try. After all, it had felt amazing when Shana had licked her kitty, and while she wasn’t sure she was ready to go that far, maybe licking a nipple would feel really good as well.

Moving down to the unoccupied breast, Zoe gave one nipple a quick kiss, then flicked it with her tongue, watching for a reaction. Encouraged by Shana’s excited gasp, she continued, kissing the soft flesh and tracing little circles around the nipple with her tongue. It was actually pretty fun. “Is this nice?”

“Very nice, baby. Good initiative. I think you’re… ah!”—she cried out when Zoe’s fingers brushed her clit—”a natural. You can, um… you can try putting your fingers all the way inside my pussy, if you want.”

Zoe froze for a moment. Put her fingers inside? Did grown-ups do that, too? It did make some sense, she thought, since a boy was supposed to put his thing inside during sex… Maybe fingers would feel just as good, too.

Tentatively, she prodded around Shana’s privates until she found the hole, then carefully pushed the tip of her middle finger in. “L-like this?”

“Mmmhmm, just like that. Go on, don’t worry.”

Zoe slowly worked her finger deeper, watching it disappear inside Shana. It felt all warm and wet. She wasn’t sure what she was supposed to do once her finger was all the way in, but then Shana started moving her hips, making that finger slide in and out.

Zoe quickly got the idea and began meeting Shana’s movements—thrusting when the girl pushed her hips forward, withdrawing all but the tip of the finger when she pulled back. Soon, she had Shana moaning in time with their rhythm. The older girl’s legs were wide open as she eagerly thrust her pussy against Zoe’s hand, her body glistening with sweat. It looked so dirty. It looked really sexy.

“What is this called?” Zoe asked.

“This? Aah! Fingering, I guess. Or finger… uh, eff-ing.”

Zoe giggled. That made sense. “Feels good?”

“Oh yeah. You can use more fingers, too. Or…” Shana suddenly stopped in mid-motion. She glanced at the hand between her legs, then met Zoe’s eyes with a thoughtful look. “Hmm, actually… can I ask you to try something a little weird?”

“Um, okay?” All of this had been “a little weird” for Zoe.

“You put your fingers like this,” Shana explained, touching the tips of all her fingers and her thumb together, “then get them nice and wet and, um, push all the way inside. Slowly.” She mimicked the gesture.

Zoe looked at her hand, looked at Shana’s pussy. “You mean… with my whole hand?”

Shana nodded, biting her lip. “Uh-huh. You have tiny hands, it’ll be fine!”

That did sound really weird, all right, but it seemed to be what Shana wanted, so Zoe agreed. ”Um… okay, if you say so.”

She touched her fingers together into a point and put them at the entrance to Shana’s vagina. It was really wet down there, so she had no trouble getting them all slippery. She began to carefully push in, though it seemed to her that the opening was way too small for this.

“That’s it, nice and slow,” Shana said. She was taking deep breaths as Zoe’s hand very slowly made its way inside her.

“Are you sure it’s gonna, uh, fit?”

“Yeah, don’t worry. Babies come out of there, y’know?”

Zoe supposed that was true, though she wasn’t even sure how that was possible, not when Shana’s vagina already felt so tight around her hand. Still, sure enough, inch by inch, she managed to go even deeper. Then once she was past the knuckles, the rest went more smoothly, and suddenly she found herself wrist deep inside Shana’s body. “Whoa!”

“Oh, God!” Shana cried out.

“Are— are you okay?”

“Yeah, baby, I’m—oh, shit… I’m just fine. You’re wonderful. Ooooohh, yeah. Now… now, start m-moving back and forth. But slowly.”

Zoe did as she was told, pushing forward a little bit, though there wasn’t much space to move, then pulling back, then repeating her motion. It felt so weird to have her hand literally inside someone else, but Shana seemed to be enjoying it, with lots of moans and omigods. “This feels… good?”

“Mmmm, yeah. It’s intense.” Shana began moving her hips, pushing against Zoe’s hand.

As long as she’s happy, Zoe thought. Pushing how strange the situation was out of her mind, she threw herself into the task, doing her best to give Shana as much pleasure as possible. The older girl was breathing hard now, and Zoe wondered if she was going to “come” soon.

Glancing down, she spotted Shana’s clitoris, a fleshy pink button at the top of her pussy. She remembered well how amazing it felt when Shana licked hers. She eyed the little nub, wondering what it would taste like. She glanced back up at Shana, but the other girl wasn’t paying attention, lost in her pleasure.

Slowly, Zoe leaned forward until her face was only a few inches from Shana’s pussy. There was a pretty strong aroma that was difficult to describe. The smell of sex, maybe. That erect clit looked kind of cute close-up—almost inviting. She hesitated a moment, took a tentative lick, then paused to mull over the taste. Unusual flavor, but not bad.

Shana’s response was immediate. “Aaah! Zoe! Fuck, yes! Lick my clit. Please!”

Zoe was a little startled by such a strong reaction, but told herself it must feel really good, so she did as Shana asked, flicking the little bud with her tongue as best as she could.

Shana gave a loud cry, then after just a few seconds, her body went all stiff, which Zoe now recognized as the start of an orgasm. After that Shana bucked and jerked wildly, coming out with mostly incoherent moans, but there were a few dirty words in there.

Zoe felt Shana’s pussy clamp down tightly around her wrist. It seemed to throb, possibly in rhythm with the waves of pleasure the older girl was feeling. She kept her tongue going, hoping to drive Shana completely wild.

“Okay, Zoe. S-stop,” Shana said. She took a moment to catch her breath when Zoe obeyed. “Sensitive d-down there,” she explained. “Now take out your hand, really slow.”

Zoe did just that, gently extracting her hand. Though Shana’s vagina now seemed to want to suck her in, she eventually managed to wriggle free. Wrinkling her nose, she examined her gooey hand, unsure what to do with it.

“Here.” Reaching for a large box of tissues on her nightstand, Shana handed her a big handful of them.

Zoe cleaned herself up as best as she could manage, then Shana drew her into a big hug.

“You’re so amazing, that was wonderful.” Shana covered Zoe’s face in little kisses, making her giggle. “Thank you for… indulging my dirty kinks.” She lay back on the bed, pulling Zoe along, snugly nestled in her arms. “I’m so happy I met you.”

“Me too!” Zoe hugged Shana just as tightly. The day had been awesome in many unexpected ways. She’d known that meeting her idol would be great, but now Shana had shown her what felt like a whole new world. She’d remember their time together forever. Then came the realization that this time would soon be over, and she felt tears sting her eyes. “Oh, Shana… I don’t wanna leave you!”

“Oh, babe, I don’t want to either. I wish you could stay with me all the time, but that’s just not possible. But hey, don’t cry. That doesn’t mean we’ll never talk or see each other again.” Shana gently wiped the tears from Zoe’s eyes. “Do you have your own phone?”

Zoe shook her head. “No, I’m not allowed… I guess I can give you Mom’s phone number, if you wanna call?”

Shana made a face. “I was hoping for something more… private. You know, if we need to talk about secret stuff.” She winked. “Do you have a laptop or something that you can use by yourself?”

“Yeah! I borrow Mom’s laptop to watch YouTube and stuff. She doesn’t really check what I use it for.”

“Great. I think we should set you up with a secret email address—one that you won’t share with anyone else—and then use that to talk privately. We’ll see what else we can do from there. I’ll show you how to avoid leaving traces in your mom’s browser, too.”

“Okay, sounds good.” That was all fine, and Zoe was happy to keep in contact with Shana—even a little excited to be playing spies with secret communications—but she felt like she was going to miss the… more physical stuff a lot. “But I wish we could still do… you know,” she added, running her fingers over Shana’s belly.

“I really wish so too. But I’m afraid that for now, you’ll have to be a ‘bad girl’ and take care of those needs yourself. Not as much fun, but it does the trick. Think about me when you do, huh?”

Zoe laughed, but felt herself blushing a little. It all seemed rather embarrassing, but she was pretty sure she would have to do some experimenting in that direction. Orgasms felt way too good to pass up! And she had no doubt that images of Shana would be dancing in her mind whenever she touched herself that way.

“But for now,” Shana continued, glancing at the wall clock, “well, we do still have some time…”

* * *

They did make love one more time that afternoon, and even took a shower together. That was fun, soaping each other up… and sexy, too. Then Shana helped Zoe set up her new email address, and they chatted for a while.

After that, it was time for dinner, and they met up with Zoe’s mom again—though Zoe would have preferred to be alone with Shana, grateful as she was that Mom had accompanied her on this trip. They went to Shana’s favorite Indian restaurant. Zoe liked it a lot, though it was way spicier than she was used to and she had to drink several glasses of water.

Then, finally, it was time for the concert.

It was amazing, incredible, magical. All that Zoe could have hoped for and more. She sang her heart out to her favorite songs, enthralled by the impressive choreography and cool special effects, all from an awesome front-row seat.

Her gaze was locked on Shana all night. She’d always loved her idol’s dancing, but now the graceful movements seemed to take on a sexier flavor in her eyes. The body that she now knew so intimately, swaying to the music, twisting, slinking and strutting her stuff… Shana was red hot. Watching her, Zoe felt those now familiar butterflies stir in her stomach. This time, she welcomed the feeling.

A few times, Shana looked right at her, even gave her a wink at one point. That made Zoe feel so special, the only one in this huge crowd to have such an intimate connection with the singer.

After the show, Zoe and her mom went backstage, flashing their V.I.P. badges, to see Shana and say goodbye. The star was busy signing autographs for a mob of fans, so they had to wait a while. Zoe had already gotten all her recordings signed that afternoon, so she was all set on that count, even though Shana had winced a bit when she saw how many of her releases Zoe had packed—everything she’d ever done, in multiple versions.

When they finally got close, Shana saw Zoe approach and frowned. “You look familiar…”

Zoe tried to act as if she was offended, but just ended up laughing, then Shana gave her a hug. Not as close or long a hug as she would have liked, but she understood that they couldn’t show that kind of affection in public.

“So, how was the show? Up to your expectations?”

“Omigod it was soooo great! You were amazing!”

Shana chuckled at her enthusiasm. “Thanks, sweetie. I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.”

“Sorry, um, is there a bathroom around here?” Zoe’s mom interrupted.

“Sure, right around the corner over there.” Shana pointed.

“Thank you. Zoe, I’ll be right back.”

“Okay!” Zoe watched her mom walk away, then turned back to Shana, who had a rather mischievous smile on her lips.

“C’mere, you,” the singer growled, pulling Zoe into her dressing room.

As soon as the door was closed, Shana’s lips found Zoe’s, and they exchanged a hot, passionate kiss.

“W-wow,” Zoe said, taken by surprise, but in a most delightful way. Her pulse was suddenly racing.

“Mmmm. Too bad we don’t have time for more.” Shana caressed Zoe’s cheek. “I’m gonna miss you. But hey, I slipped a word to my tour manager about maybe booking some shows in some less traveled areas—like, say, North Dakota—and she thinks there might be some potential there…”

“Really? That would be so cool!”

“Yeah. It wouldn’t be for a while, though, but y’know… let’s hang out if I come around, huh?”

“Yeah! I really hope it happens!” As great as it would be to see Shana perform again, Zoe was even more excited about spending more time alone with her. She could probably convince her mom to allow that.

“Me too.” Shana gave Zoe another kiss, quicker this time. “Well, we better head back out before your mom starts looking for us.”

Zoe’s mom did meet up with them a minute later, and they exchanged goodbyes. Though Zoe tried hard not to cry, a few tears still ran down her cheeks. Even Shana got a little misty-eyed.

In the end, as she walked away, Zoe took a last look back and saw Shana blow her a kiss. She thought about the amazing day they’d had together, the unexpected but wonderful discoveries she’d made, and took comfort in the possibility that she might see her idol again someday.

The End

Join Zoe and Shana for more naughty fun in… Idol II!

Redheads Waiting, Part One

  • Posted on December 12, 2019 at 3:48 pm

by PanWhoWrites

Reworked by JetBoy for Juicy Secrets

{ This story was originally posted at Literotica in November 2018 }

Joanna

I should start by pointing out that I’m not a lesbian.

At least, I don’t think I am. I mean, I’ve never really had any experience with girls to test it; until recently. I’ve been perfectly happy with my husband, and before him I didn’t really have any experience with anyone at all. My first time was with him. Six months later we were married, and three months after that the twins came along.

So I when my girls turned sixteen, I was surprised to discover myself wondering what they looked like naked.

A physical description seems to be the standard way to start these stories — I’ll begin with myself. My name is Joanna, I’m forty-three, the happily married mother of two beautiful girls. I’ve been told that I look a bit like Meryl Streep, though I don’t particularly see it myself. I’m in fair shape for a woman of my age; I’m not going to lie and say I have the body of a 30-year old, but I can honestly say that I have the attractive body of a forty-three-year-old.

I’m tall, but not too tall. Red hair, which my daughters inherited. 36C breasts with just a hint of sag (they were smaller before the pregnancy, but I’ve never had any complaints), and while there’s a bit of weight around my middle, my husband has never seemed to be put off by it.

I’ll describe the girls, too: Brianna and Rebecca. Brianna’s older by a few minutes — they’re twins, but not identical. Redheads, obviously. They’re both in good shape — not sporty, but active enough for their age. I haven’t been bra-shopping with them for a few years, but I still do their laundry, so I know that Rebecca is a 34B and Brianna is a 34C and that they both prefer white underwear. I think that black would be a better contrast against their pale skin… but I’m getting ahead of myself.

Beyond that, it was all imagination.

The exact date escapes me, but it was a few weeks after the twins’ birthday that I started picturing them nude. I think I know what caused it — boredom.

I was bored. Bored with life, bored with sex, bored with everything. Joshua and I had more or less stopped having sex a few years prior; god knows that we’d put the effort in. Costumes, underwear, toys. We cracked out the Kama Sutra once or twice, but none of it did any good.

We had reached the point where we were even talking about getting a third party in, but we couldn’t agree on a gender — as I mentioned, I’m not a lesbian, and Joshua wouldn’t even entertain the idea of sharing me with another man. Eventually, we dropped the idea, and our sex life petered off shortly afterward.

Don’t get me wrong, I love my husband. But, ignoring anniversaries (which we sometimes did anyhow), we hadn’t had sex in years. There was no question of divorce — we were still happy together, but inactivity in the bedroom had led to me taking care of my own needs. Once a week, twice on special occasions. I can only assume Joshua was doing the same; I couldn’t imagine him cheating on me.

And so I can only assume that it was my bored mind’s way of entertaining itself, perhaps attempting to give my libido a kick start. I started watching the girls, watched how they moved their young bodies around the house. Often awkward, occasionally with a grace beyond their years. Whether they were relaxing on the couch, playing tennis outside, running for the bus, I started to notice them. They never spotted me, their boring, stuck-in-a-rut mother, watching, but the whole time I was imagining them naked.

I hadn’t actually seen my girls in a state of undress for years now — the last time I remembered helping Rebecca in the bath was when she was twelve, and Brianna was probably even a few years before then. So I truly was using my imagination: I pictured them running down the hallway in the nude, their small budding breasts bouncing, unrestrained. I wondered how much pubic hair they had; I remembered, at that age, being hairy as a mink down there — but things are different these days, aren’t they?

For a while, I tried to stop. It wasn’t right, I reasoned, for a mother to think about her daughters that way. Wondering what Brianna looked like in the shower, water running down her back, picturing Rebecca, naked in front of the mirror, assessing herself, leaning forwards and pouting in a youthful attempt to look sexy. It wasn’t how a mother should be thinking about her offspring.

But after a few days, I gave into it. After all, I reasoned, it was completely harmless. And, as I may have mentioned, I was bored.

I don’t remember exactly when I started picturing my daughters during my weekly masturbation session, but that was when I knew I had crossed a line.

Friday night was “my” night; Joshua would go out with his pals, the girls had youth group and would frequently stay at a friend’s house. I’d set up a few candles, run myself a nice bath… if there was wine in the house I’d have a glass, and try not to think about how boring and cliched even fingering myself was.

Typically I would visualize a soap star, or the Australian man who had done our windows a few times, but this particular Friday, a mental image of the girls popped into my head.

At first I tried to shake it. I’d force it out of my head, try to think of rippling muscles covered in suds, or a burly wrestler taking me in the ring… but it kept coming back. The closer I got, the more it persisted, until eventually I just embraced it and let out a climactic sigh, a vision of my own daughters in my head.

After all, who was I hurting?

After that, it became a regular fantasy. And, as I’m sure many of you reading this will have encountered, over time fantasies require escalation. Soon just the image of my daughters wasn’t enough — they had to be taking part in in all manner of sexual escapades. Brianna at school, flashing her panties to the boys. Rebecca playing tennis in the nude, bouncing as she served the ball.

A month later, I was pleasuring myself two or three times a week, imagining the girls in more and more depraved situations — Rebecca sneaking off from youth group with the minister’s son, letting him feel her up behind the pulpit. Brianna, on her knees at her school, sucking off the school football star. Rebecca, bent over a desk at school, fucking a teacher for a better grade, Brianna watching and playing with herself…

The rest of my life was still as boring as ever, but my fantasy life had suddenly exploded.

I wish I could be more precise with dates, but it’s not something I particularly needed to keep track of. When you have nothing to fill your days with, they blur into each other, weeks becoming months becoming years, until you find yourself middle-aged, counting down the years until menopause, playing with yourself with images of the new fertile generation in your head.

While I don’t remember exactly what date or week it was, I remember it was another Friday when an image came into my head that would change my life forever.

I don’t know if this is true of all teenage girls, but it sure was with me — my girlfriends and I used to practice kissing. My friends were all gorgeous, and I suppose I wasn’t too bad myself — a lot of men would have paid a lot of good money to see what went on behind closed doors, but I’d forgotten about it myself until I was in the tub, my hands doing their usual job between my thighs.

It occurred to me, you see, that if I’d had a twin sister, I know we would have used each other for kissing practice. And while things have changed since my day, surely death and taxes aren’t the only constants — I feel that my girls would have taken after their old mother in at least one regard.

The second I had that image in my head, the mental picture of my twin girls kissing, sharing their tongues, pressing their bodies against each other, maybe using their hands to explore… I couldn’t stop thinking about it.

And not just in my own private time, either — whenever the two girls and I were in the room, I was scanning their faces for signals, secret flirtations between them. Whenever I left my daughters in a room together, I couldn’t help but imagine them passionately locking lips the second I left. Every time we were sat around the dinner table, I imagined their hands sneaking up each other’s legs, fingers pumping in and out of each other as we made small talk over supper…

At this point, my fantasies stopped being completely harmless.

I was aware of the change, too, and I tried to put it out of my head. I tried to think about something, anything else, but it was like a pink elephant. Trying not to think about it consumed my waking hours, and there was no room for any other thoughts.

I don’t know if my girls suspected anything. I tried not to let on, but when your sixteen-year old daughter come to you for help on a math problem and you’re doing everything you can (and failing) to stop picturing her naked, locked in a sweaty incestuous embrace with her twin, you don’t have the spare mental energy to see if they’ve noticed a change in your behavior.

I should tell you about my husband at this point — he’s a good man, and it’s not his fault that we’ve sexually drifted away from one another. He’s reliable, earns enough to keep us in the lifestyle that we’re accustomed to, and god bless him and his hobbies.

Ever since I’ve known him, almost eighteen years now, he’s discovered a new hobby every few months. When I first met him, it was inventing (which he’s come back to several times over the years, always managing to get distracted just before he can actually create something.) Right now it’s photography, a few months ago it was home-brewing beer, and before that he was seriously considering getting into beekeeping.

But the hobby relevant to this tale, and probably the reason you’ve clicked through to hear my tale in the first place, is hypnosis. Not “watch dangled in front of your face” hypnosis, though he did try that for a few weeks before giving up. Instead, he invested in a subliminal hypnosis kit, to try to stop smoking, partially at my request — his previous hobby had been cigars. They stank.

I don’t really understand how the tapes work — you record your voice, or a voice that you trust, and put it into a special tape deck. The deck layers it over the music, and so when you’re listening you’d never know that it was anything but a song. All the while, your subconscious brain is processing the messages — you have to listen to the same message for at least a few nights before it kicks in, but when it does you see results quickly.

The kit included some relaxation music, instructions on what sort of subliminal messages worked best, and speakers that attached to the bed. I have no idea if it was the tapes, or my threats to divorce and/or castrate my husband if I found one more cigar burn on the couch, but less than a month after he started the program, he was off the Cubans. By then, we’d both grown accustomed to falling asleep to the music, so we’d kept it and put everything else in the basement.

The girls refer to the basement as, “Daddy’s Forgotten Toy Chest” — there’s a remnant of every hobby Joshua’s ever had down there, from the ventriloquist dummy to the stamp collection to the “Start Your Own T-Shirt Company,” starter’s kit, along with thirty-five unsold “Born to be Wilde” shirts.

Obviously I never intended for it to go as far as it did. I was just curious. I just needed to know — I thought I’d just get by daughters to confide in their mom, find out what was happening under my own roof. Just a bit of information to fuel my fantasies.

Honestly, I never planned for it to go any further than that.

It was a pretty simple system. Easy to find, too; right under the jam-making equipment, above the “golf from home” kit. The provided messages were for weight loss and nail-biting, but gave you an idea of the sort of tone you had to use.

“Mom,” Brianna asked, “Why are you moving your stupid sleep-tapes into our room?”

The twins have always shared a room. Neither Joshua or I grew up with any siblings and we felt it was something that our childhoods lacked.

“They’re good for you,” I replied, “They’ll help you sleep better, you’ll be more rested for school.”

Brianna rolled her eyes. Rebecca didn’t even look up from her laptop as I attached one set of speakers to each bed.

The message I’d recorded was simple, and the same for both of them:

You trust your mother. You trust your mother. Mother knows best. You can share things with your mother. You must always answer mother’s questions. Mom knows best. Help Mom out around the house more. Whatever Mom says, goes. If Mom asks a question, you must answer. Never lie to your mother. Never lie to Mom.

I hoped that switching between mother, my role, and Mom, my “name” to the girls would help it work no matter how much they thought of me, whether as a person or just as their mother. (I know that at that age, my mother was an obstacle first and a person a distant second.)

I didn’t notice any difference for the first few days, and even after that it was subtle. If I hadn’t been looking for it, intently examining their faces and their bodies every time they entered the room (the bodies were less relevant to what I was looking for, but it had become a habit, ) I probably wouldn’t have said there was any difference, but by the end of the week, they were coming home and telling me about their day. It was nice.

After a week, I switched the tapes out.

You trust your mother. You trust Mom. You can tell her anything. You can ask her woman questions. You can talk to her about sex. Do your assignments more than a night before they’re due. Mom is cool. You can trust Mom with secrets. Tell your mother about sex. Never lie to your mother. Always tell Mom the truth. Your mother knows about sex. You can tell your mother anything.

This one was less successful. For the first week, absolutely nothing. I was waiting for a hint, anything that would open up a conversation, anything where I could get some details from my daughters to help fuel my fantasies.

I was starting to get frustrated. As well as that, without our own sleep-tapes, Joshua and I were both having trouble sleeping. One night I think he woke up while I was pleasuring myself (I had been unable to sleep and unable to get images of my daughters out of my mind, so I had done what came naturally.) I lay still, and after a few minutes he started snoring.

The next day, two things happened. I bought a tape and speaker set for our room, just to get back into a normal sleeping pattern, and I decided to be more direct with my next tape.

Your mother is someone you can talk to about sex. Discuss sex with your mother. Ask her questions. Tell her secrets. Your Mom loves to talk about sex. You love to talk about sex with Mom. You will remember to wash the dishes after breakfast. You will wear less clothes around the house. It’s okay to dress like a tramp at home. You will ask Mom about sex.

I don’t really understand the brain psychology of it, but if I had to guess I’d say the tapes work best on things you already want to do. If you want to quit smoking enough to buy a tape, they’ll help you achieve that. No amount of listening to these tapes will help you do something you’re opposed to — or if they will, you have to introduce it slowly and gradually.

This one had one immediate effect — the girls were wearing less and less clothes. As a mother, I felt I should say something, but I can’t deny that I was enjoying it. Joshua didn’t even seem to notice — had our husband’s member become so dead that it didn’t even notice two gorgeous and scantily-clad young ladies running around the house?

I have no idea where Brianna got a mini-skirt, but she certainly had the legs for it, and it wasn’t until I saw Rebecca in a v-neck that I realized how much she’d filled out.

One little nudge from a tape, and they were happy to let their inner tramp out. I suspect most attractive women are looking for the first excuse they can find to show off the goods — I know that when my body was in its prime, just the mention of the beach would get me into a bikini — I loved the feel of everyone’s eyes on my body — and even a hint of interest from a guy would get that bikini off.

But though there was more teenage flesh around the house since Joshua’s attempt to turn our basement into a weekend wrestling school, I continued to find myself washing breakfast dishes every day that week, and still neither of them were asking me about sex.

It was possible, I realized, that they just weren’t having any. Not with each other, not with anyone else. Perhaps it was for the best; if I could just confirm that no, my girls weren’t the sex-charged maniacs that I was at that age, I could get this sick obsession out of my head, and go back to fantasizing about hunky wrestlers.

But I needed to know for sure.

One last tape, I told myself. One more, then I’d give up and return to my humdrum, sexless, adventureless life.

You trust your mother. You trust Mom. You will answer all of her questions. You will not lie to mother. You will not lie to Mom. You will not be embarrassed. It’s okay to talk to Mom about sex. You must be honest to mother. You must be honest to Mom. There is no need to make the house smell like a perfume shop every time you have a shower. You will dress like a tramp. You will dress like a slut.

One last tape.

***

“Brianna, honey, can I talk to you?”

“Yeah, what’s up, Mom?”

“I want to talk about sex.”

“Uh… okay.”

“It’s okay to talk to your mom about sex.”

“Well, sure. I guess so. Is this about how we’ve been dressing? Because I can explain…”

“No darling, that’s fine. Wear whatever you want.”

“Oh, good, because it’s just that… -”

“Bri, it’s absolutely fine. I love that, by the way. When did tube tops come back into style?”

“Mom, can I…”

“Sit down, Bri!”

“Fine.”

“I just wanted to know…”

“Mom, this is…”

“You will not be embarrassed.”

“Fine. I won’t be embarrassed. What do you want to know?”

“And you know dear, you must be honest with me.”

“I… know.”

“I just had some questions. Do you have a boyfriend?”

“No, Mom, I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“Do you have a… girlfriend?”

“Eww! No!”

“Don’t be like that. I had a girlfriend when I was your age.”

“What?”

“Not for long. Evetta, her name was. Oh my, I’d completely forgotten about her. We were together for two weeks, and then she was gone.”

“Mom, ewww.”

“Oh, come now. She was my first kiss. I can’t believe how long it’s been since I thought about her…”

“Is that all? Can I go now?”

“Oh, yes. Brianna, I just want to know. How far have you… well, how far have you been with someone?” She only mumbled. “Speak up Brianna, I can’t hear you. You must be honest with me. You do trust me, don’t you?”

“Of course I do. I trust my mother.”

“So tell me how… well, tell me what you’ve done. In as much detail as you like.”

“Mom, I’ve never even kissed anyone.”

“What?”

“There’s no need to sound so disappointed, Mom.”

“Sorry dear, I just… sweet sixteen and never been kissed?”

“No.”

“Not even Rebecca?”

“What!? Mom!!”

“Well, all girls do it, you know. All girls practice.”

“Mo-om!”

“So… have you?”

“Have I what?”

“Have you ever… practiced with Rebecca?”

“No!”

“I just… I’m just surprised, I suppose. It almost… it almost seems like a waste.”

“Mom, are you okay?”

“Oh, I’m just thinking. Some of my fondest memories are of those boarding school days. Practicing kissing, with the girls. God, we’d go on for hours…”

“Mom!”

“It just… it just seems like a pity that you’re going to miss out.”

“Miss out on what?”

“Hmm?”

“What are you talking about, Mom?”

“Oh, nothing dear. I’m just… thinking. Mother knows best, you know.”

“Can I go now?”

“Yes. Yes, certainly. Just… close the door behind, would you dear?”

***

Brianna

I should start by pointing out that I’m not a lesbian, y’know?

That might sound like a weird thing to start with, but it’s important. Me and my sis Bec had been raised to be all “gay yay” and all that and honestly I’ve got no issues with it — until lately, I always thought it was a bit weird, but whatever. Do what you gotta do, y’know?

And I mean, you hear that one in ten people are gay or whatever, and you wonder if you’re that one. And I did wonder for a while, but then I’d think about a girl and I’d think about a guy and there was just no competition, y’know? I like guys, and always have.

But then I heard there’s a thing where you can fall in love with a person and not a gender, I guess… but then I’m not really talking about love, just sex, so…

This isn’t making any sense. I’ll start at the beginning.

My name’s Brianna, but everyone just calls me Bri. I’m 16 and four months, and I have a twin sister named Rebecca (who’s the same age as me, surprise surprise.) We’re not identical twins, but you can tell that we’re sisters. We’ve always been close — not creepy close or anything like that, but we’ve always got along.

About a month or two ago, Bec and I went through our own little sexual revolution, if that makes sense. We were talking, and we both came up with the same idea at the same time — we decided that we were sick of wearing what society says we have to wear in order to be “good girls”. We’re both sexy women, and we decided that we wanted to start showing it, so we decided to start wearing what we wanted when we wanted, y’know?

I think part of us wanted it to be a big “fuck you” to our parents, too, for telling us what we can and can’t do, but it didn’t really work out like that. For one, our Mom’s pretty cool — recently we’ve realized that she’s the kind of person you can talk to about anything you like, and Dad’s so harmless that it’s really hard to rebel against him. It’s like trying to fight a piece of soggy toast — it’s not really worth it. Dad’s like that.

So me and Bec started wearing our “out” clothes around the house, waiting for Mom or Dad to say something, but neither of them did. Dad didn’t even seem to notice, and Mom… almost admired us? It was weird, I saw her checking out our legs a few times. Maybe she was just remembering the days when she used to look like that. I’ve seen the pictures — Mom used to be a major hottie. Even now, she’s kind of sexy in a mature kinda way.

So I was waiting for Mom to start lecturing us, but it never happened. Instead, she and I had this really weird conversation about an old girlfriend she used to have, and asked me the oddest question you could imagine — she wanted to know if Bec and I ever practiced kissing! With each other!

At first, I was grossed out. I told Bec about it later, and she started laughing, and then I started laughing, and we couldn’t stop. It was just so weird — Mom telling me about how she used to kiss girls, and then asking if I did. After Bec and I finished laughing, there was a weird silence, and we haven’t really spoken about it since. She probably didn’t even think about it again after that, and I completely forgot the whole incident… for about a week.

I dunno why, but after a week I started thinking about it again, and the thought just got stuck in my head. Kissing Bec. Kissing my twin. Kissing my twin would be hot.

You see why I wanted to make it clear that I wasn’t a lesbian? I mean, I’ve never kissed a guy, but I’ve defs thought about it. A lot. But then the image of kissing a guy sort of got displaced by the idea of kissing Bec, and the thought wouldn’t go away.

What’s worse is that I was starting to notice how good Bec looked in her more slutty clothes (which she was starting to wear, more and more.) It was an unexpected side-effect from our little sex revolution; I’d find myself staring at her cleavage, or checking out her ass as she bent over to pick something up. I even considered going in and watching her shower, pretending that I was just brushing my teeth or something. If she caught me, I could just be like, “We’re sisters, it’s cool.”

I had this weird crush on my sister. It should have bothered me more than it did, but… I kind of liked it.

Bec’s always been better with guys than I have. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I think she’s hot and I can definitely see what guys would see in her, but I’m not exactly Queen Ugly myself. If I had to put it down to one thing, I’d say it’s her boobs. The difference between a B and a C cup, y’know? Guys notice that sort of thing, and when you’re in front of two similar-looking redheads, you’re going to go with the one with the bigger cans.

So I’ve never kissed a guy. I’ve been on a few awkward dates, and I’ve had crushes before, but it’s just never happened for me. Bad luck, I guess, or maybe I’m uglier than I think I am. How much would that suck? If I was the one teenager in the world without low self-esteem, and it turned out that I was ugly.

Bec’s had better luck with guys; she had a boyfriend once for two whole months, and she told me that they kissed a bunch of times, and once he even put his hand up her top.

So yeah, if we were going to practice kissing, it would be me asking Bec. She’s got the experience, and has never been a bitch about it or anything. She always answers questions that I ask her, and one time she even showed me what it had felt like when her ex-boyfriend Mark had felt her up. Well, she started to, but it was a bit weird so we stopped.

This next bit really is weird, though. Just warning you ahead of time. It shouldn’t have happened the way it did, but it did, and I’m not complaining.

So it was a Sunday night, and Bec and I were sitting on our beds, in our shared room, chatting about what we were going to wear the next day to school. I was pushing for her to mix it up a bit and try one of my miniskirts. She was saying I should go without a bra and see if anyone noticed.

Anyhow, I just… asked. It had been going around my head like a chant for days, and I guess I just had a moment of weakness and couldn’t resist it anymore, y’know?

“Hey Bec,” I said quickly, before I let myself change my own mind, “could you teach me how to kiss?”

It could have gone any way. She could have laughed, she could have been grossed out, she could have… hell, she could have done anything. It’s a weird question, especially from your twin, and especially when we’d laughed so hard at the idea just two weeks ago, y’know?

But she just stared at me, with those dark brown eyes, and nodded.

If I’d been thinking about it, maybe I would have suspected that she was kidding, or that she’d misunderstood me. But I’d had the image of kissing Bec, kissing my own twin, running through my head for days, so I didn’t question it for a second. I just got up, moved over to her bed, and sat directly in front of her.

We were wearing matching nighties that Mom had bought us a few weeks ago. Pink and frilly; when we’d first opened the box, we’d thought she was trying to dress us up as little girls, as moms sometimes do.

It wasn’t until we’d tried them on that we’d realized how drop-dead sexy they were — they were so short that if we weren’t wearing panties underneath, bending over would completely expose us, and the neckline was low-cut enough that a boob would occasionally pop out (Bec’s more often than mine.) Mom mustn’t have noticed how short these were when she got them.

Turned out that Bec and I both looked h-o-double-t hot wearing them, and they quickly became our favorite choice of nightwear.

So we were sitting on Bec’s bed, in our sexy nighties, just staring at each other, saying nothing for a few minutes. My heart was beating so hard I thought Bec must be able to hear it, and I think at this stage we both knew that this was about more than “learning how to kiss.” Maybe a lot more.

Maybe I hadn’t been as subtle as I thought, and Bec had picked up on my crush and decided to help me get over it, or maybe she’d had the same reaction to my recent style of dress as I’d had to hers. Maybe she had a weird crush on me, just like I did on her?

She leaned in, without a word, and pushed her lips against mine. They were soft, slightly moist, and made my mouth feel all tingly. My first kiss. After a few seconds, she pulled back, and looked at me questioningly. I don’t think I reacted, but I must have nodded or something, because she was suddenly kissing me like her life depended on it.

She was kissing me like I was the hottest boy in class, and I was kissing her back just as hard. At some point, my tongue came out (or maybe hers came out first?) and we started using our tongues to play with each other’s tongues, y’know? I don’t know if there’s a word for that, but it felt amazing.

Bec’s smell is one that I’m used to; it’s been there my whole life. Maybe I smell just like her and just can’t smell myself, but at that moment, with my tongue in my twin sister’s mouth, I felt like I was swimming in her smell, or drowning in it. Drowning in a good way though. Like… drowning in sexiness. I’d never been so turned on. I loved it.

The next hour or so was a total haze. I remember kissing her, passionately, at length, and I remember her hands roaming all over my body. I remember feeling, for the first time, exactly what her boobs felt like, what it was like to handle boobs slightly bigger than mine. I remember grasping her ass (it felt great!) and her groping mine. And I remember that my knee was the only part of my body that went near her pussy, but even through her panties and her nightie, even though I was only feeling with my leg, I remember feeling that she was turned on. It turned me on so much, to know that she was as turned on by me as I was by her.

I remember that I didn’t want to stop.

But after what must have been an hour, an hour and a half, we detached, and we just lay back on her bed, panting, covered in sweat. We just lay there for a while, holding hands, before a shyness that I’d never felt with Bec before, the shyness that normally overcomes me when Mr Phillips asks me to answer a question in class, or when I have to talk to my crush. It overcame me and I mumbled “Thanks,” leapt over to my bed, and turned the light off.

Bec didn’t say anything, or try to follow. I don’t know if I hurt her feelings, or if she was feeling just as shy, but I’m glad she didn’t say anything, ‘cos if it had been bad I would have died of embarrassment, and if it had been anything else, I would have jumped straight back into her bed — and neither of us would have slept that night.

Ever since we started sharing a room, we’ve an unspoken rule about masturbating: If the other person can hear you, you’re doing it wrong. It’s a manners thing, mostly. It just prevents embarrassment, or any weirdness.

That night, we both broke that rule.

On to Part Two!

 

Idol, Part Two

  • Posted on December 7, 2019 at 4:01 pm

By No One

After they were done showering off the pool water, Shana fetched some towels and handed one to Zoe. “Are you hungry?” she asked.

Zoe’s stomach growled loudly in response.

“I guess that answers that!” Shana said. “What do you want? I have, uh… actually, I don’t think my fridge here is really well stocked. But I have ice cream! Ice cream for lunch sounds good, right?”

“Hmm, I don’t think my parents would approve but… yeah!” Zoe said, laughing.

“I won’t tell ‘em.” Shana reached out to hook Zoe’s little finger with her own. This was one secret that Zoe was very happy to pinkie-swear on.

After drying off, Shana began to walk towards the kitchen area, still completely naked.

“Um, aren’t we putting our clothes back on?” Zoe asked, eyeing the pile of discarded apparel still lying near the pool.

Shana turned around and shrugged. “Whatever you want.” She looked around the room. “Nobody here to tell us what to do, though, so we can eat ice cream naked if we want to.”

Zoe giggled. “Yeah… I guess it’s still pretty hot out here, anyway,” she said as she stepped over the clothes and followed Shana into the house. She’d gotten used to being nude by now, and though she wasn’t about to admit it, she definitely wasn’t tired of looking at Shana naked, either. “Don’t you have a swimsuit, though?” she asked, still feeling the situation was a little odd.

“Oh, sure. Don’t really need it when it’s just the two of us, do I?” Shana shrugged. “Besides, it’s fun to be a little naughty sometimes.” She winked, then held up two ice cream containers. “Chocolate or strawberry?”

Eating ice cream for lunch in the nude seemed pretty high up on the list of wild things Zoe had done, but Shana was right, it was pretty fun and exciting. Especially if no one found out. She nodded. “Hmm, strawberry.”

“Strawberry girl, huh?” Shana rubbed her chin thoughtfully, as if pondering the deep meaning of ice cream choices, and Zoe laughed.

Shana served out a huge scoop of the strawberry ice cream in a bowl and handed it to Zoe, then took some of the chocolate for herself. They went to sit on the couch to eat.

“Would you prefer if I put on a swimsuit?” Shana asked after a moment.

“Oh, no, no,” Zoe said quickly. Shana was just fine as she was. “I was just thinking… ‘Cause I’ve seen that photo shoot you did recently and in one pic you had a red bikini on and it was… um…” She hesitated, not wanting to sound like a weirdo if she admitted just how much she liked those photos. “It… looked really good on you.”

“Oh, thanks. Yeah, that bikini was just for the shoot, it’s not really mine.” Shana raised an eyebrow. “So you’ve seen that photo shoot, huh? Didn’t expect you to have that kind of magazine. What did you think?”

Zoe opened her mouth, then closed it, unsure of how to express her thoughts. She had a lot of confusing feelings about that series of very revealing photos. “Um, yeah, it wasn’t really what I expected. But you looked… really, really pretty,” she finally said. “I hope I’m as pretty as you when I grow up.”

“Oh, sweetie, you’re already beautiful.” Shana put a hand on Zoe’s bare thigh, giving it a little squeeze.

Zoe felt her cheeks grow hot. The touch made her heart hammer in her chest, and the words… Did Shana really think that? Or did she mean it like someone would say that a baby is cute? Suddenly, Zoe felt an intense desire for Shana to see her as a woman, gorgeous in the same way that Zoe saw her.

Unsure how to react, Zoe tried to change the subject. “It must be, um… embarrassing to pose like that, though. Like, not wearing much, I mean. And with so many people who are gonna see the pictures.”

Shana shrugged. “It’s not so bad, you get used to it. I’m not ashamed of my body.” She leaned in to whisper, “And anyway, call me vain, but I like to feel hot and sexy.” Straightening, she added, “If that gets some people worked up, whatever, that’s not my concern. Plus, I knew it would piss off my mom.”

Zoe giggled. Shana’s mom had been her manager when Shana was younger. It was public knowledge that the woman had tried to steal a lot of Shana’s money for herself, and the singer made no secret of their falling out in interviews. A terrible woman, in Zoe’s estimation. She could see why Shana might enjoy making her angry.

“What about you, Zoe,” Shana continued, “did you think my photos were sexy?”

Zoe looked up at Shana warily. She thought the older girl might be teasing her at first, but Shana seemed to be watching her with genuine interest. Sexy, she supposed that was the right word. Shana had said she liked feeling hot, and looking at her did make something within Zoe heat up, so that seemed like an appropriate word too. Zoe had never really thought about it in those terms before, but if there was someone who could represent the concept of sexiness in her mind, it was definitely Shana. She gave a quick nod to answer the question, feeling her cheeks grow warm.

“It’s okay, don’t be shy.” Shana’s fingers brushed against Zoe’s hand as she spoke. “Hey, I like sexy girls, too. Nothing wrong with that.” She winked, and her eyes drifted over Zoe’s body, then she looked down at herself. “And I guess you’re getting an even better view than those pictures right now, huh? I’m sure lots of people would be jealous.”

None of this was doing anything to help with Zoe’s furious blushing. Her gaze was compelled to follow Shana’s eyes, once more admiring the young woman’s body. Her sexy body. That idea was awakening a need that Zoe didn’t know what to do with. Her eyes stopped on Shana’s privates, which still puzzled her with their complete absence of hair.

“Um, how come…” she began, but no, she couldn’t possibly ask about that. “No, never mind.” She stuck a spoonful of ice cream in her mouth to hide her embarrassment.

“No no, go on. You can’t leave it at that now. Ask me anything.”

“Well, just… it’s stupid, but… how come you don’t have hair, uh, down there?” Zoe all but cringed as she asked, half-expecting Shana to laugh at her.

Instead, Shana flashed a smile. “Oh, that. I shaved it off, is all. It looks… nicer this way. Sexier. Don’t you think?” She lifted one of her feet and rested it on the couch cushion, as if to give Zoe a better view. Her fingers trailed down her body, briefly brushing her private parts.

Zoe swallowed, her eyes fixed between Shana’s legs. She didn’t want to stare but… Shana had asked for her opinion. There was something strangely appealing about the bare lips of the young woman’s privates, so unlike her mom’s, where you couldn’t see any detail through the hair. On Shana, the shape was plain to see, the lips opened slightly to reveal the inner folds. It looked a little like a flower, Zoe thought, and it was… pretty, in a way.

“Well… yeah, maybe,” she said in a small voice, still unsure about discussing things like that. If Shana thought hairless private parts were sexy, did that mean…? And what had she said just a minute ago? Zoe struggled with the question, but it had to be asked. “Um, what did you mean when you said that you… uh, like sexy girls?”

Shana studied her for a moment in silence, as if deciding on something, then she said, “Zoe, do you know what a lesbian is?”

Zoe nodded slowly. She’d heard the word before, she wasn’t that clueless. “It’s a woman who, um… well… likes other women, uh, that way?” She had a good hunch of what Shana was getting at now.

“That’s right,“ Shana said, then spread her hands. “So… there you have it.”

“O-oh.” So that was it. Shana was a lesbian. Zoe wondered briefly if she should be afraid—the hanging-out-naked thing felt even weirder in this context—but no, she couldn’t possibly imagine that Shana would want to harm her in any way. Her thoughts turned instead to her own interest and strange feelings, and it was like a lightbulb switching on in her head. Could it be… that she had a crush on Shana? Was that what being attracted to someone in that way felt like? She’d never really thought about the possibility before.

“But, um, keep that to yourself, okay?” Shana continued. “There’s nothing wrong with it, of course, but… It’s not anyone else’s business, y’know?”

Zoe gave a serious nod, feeling honored that Shana would trust her with something so personal. “I promise,” she said, then a moment later, she cracked a smile and extended her pinkie. Shana grinned back and hooked it with hers.

Lost in thought for a moment, Zoe remembered something she’d read recently. “Hmm, the other day, I read online that you were dating one of the Jonas Brothers. I wasn’t sure if it was true… but I guess it’s not.” The gossip had made her a little angry at the time, though she couldn’t have explained why. Could it be that she was… jealous?

Shana made a disgusted face. “Ugh. Yeah, that’s some media bullshit. Talk to a guy for a few minutes, someone snaps a picture, then suddenly you’re ‘dating.’ Fucking vultures.” She gave herself a shake and looked embarrassed. “Err, sorry about the… language.”

Zoe was a little surprised at the outburst, but she giggled and said, “It’s okay.” She could understand how dealing with that kind of press would be very annoying. She couldn’t help feeling relieved that the rumors about Shana and What’s-his-name were false, though that brought to mind another question. “Um, do you… have a girlfriend, then?”

“No, I’m single right now.” Shana’s lips curled up, and she winked. “Why? Did you want to ask me out?”

Zoe’s cheeks had just begun to cool down, but now she was sure she was red as a beet again. Her thoughts tumbled around in her head and she had a hard time getting them out. “What? N-no! Well, I mean… It’s not… I’m… You wouldn’t…” Fighting to still her racing heart, she took a deep breath. “Even if I did… I’m just a kid, not… sexy or anything.” This was silly, Shana was just teasing her, wasn’t she? There was no chance that the older girl would like her in that way.

But Shana studied Zoe for a long moment, her expression difficult to read. Just when Zoe was beginning to get uncomfortable with the scrutiny, Shana seemed to nod to herself, then said, “Wanna know a secret?”

“O-okay.” Zoe wondered where this was going.

Slowly, Shana leaned in until her mouth was right next to Zoe’s ear. “I think you’re very sexy,” she whispered.

“R-really?” Zoe’s eyes went wide. She couldn’t believe what she’d just heard. Shana Belle thought she was sexy? Very mixed feelings were bubbling up inside her. On one hand, she was pretty sure that Shana wasn’t supposed to say stuff like that to a nine-year-old… but on the other, she was realizing that her feelings for her idol might run deeper than she’d thought, and now Shana was admitting that she felt the same way? The superstar Shana Belle thought she was pretty… and attractive? Zoe couldn’t help feeling thrilled.

“Really,” Shana assured her. She looked deep into Zoe’s eyes, a strange smile playing on her lips.

“Do you feel, like, butterflies in your tummy?” It sounded dumb once the words were out of Zoe’s mouth, but she had to know if Shana felt just like she did.

Shana chuckled. “Butterflies, huh? Yeah, you could put it that way. You make me feel all warm and fuzzy in here.” She put a hand on her belly, then slid it a little lower.

“Oooh, yeah, that’s it! I thought it was just me being weird…”

“Nothing weird about it, sweetie. It’s very normal.” Shana took one of Zoe’s hands in hers. “So… sounds like we’re both into each other, huh? I wonder, what are we going to do about that?”

“Um, what… what do you mean?” Zoe was feeling pretty overwhelmed by everything that was happening, and Shana’s touch wasn’t helping her think calmly.

“Well… if you wanted, I could show you some lovely fun that girls can have with each other.” Shana caressed Zoe’s hand, lightly tracing lines and circles with her fingers.

Zoe knew that Shana wasn’t talking about the same kind of fun they’d had until now. “Um, you mean… like… d-dirty stuff?”

“Some would say that, yeah. I don’t think it’s dirty. I think it’s beautiful.”

Zoe’s heart felt like it was trying to beat its way out of her chest. Shana wanted to do dirty—beautiful?—things with her! She should be alarmed, and was a little scared, but also… curious, maybe? What did Shana have in mind exactly? Whatever it was, though, Zoe knew that it was wrong. “Um, I don’t think we’re supposed to… do stuff like that…”

Shana laughed. Not in a mocking way, but she seemed to be amused. “Oh, definitely not. Your parents would be very mad at me. But…” She waved all that away. “I’m more interested in what you think. Are you curious at all? About sex? I’d love to teach you anything you want to know.”

Zoe could only stare, at a loss for words. Sex? Was that what they were talking about? She’d never really given it that much thought before. She knew about the birds and the bees, of course—she wasn’t a baby. She knew which part was supposed to go where, more or less, but that had always seemed a little weird to her.

And sex between girls? There, she had no clue. Wondering how that would work had never crossed her mind. This afternoon, being naked with Shana, had put a lot of strange thoughts and feelings into her head, though. The thought of touching Shana’s body didn’t seem so bad… In fact, it was making her feel all tingly.

Before she could answer, though, a sudden cold sensation on her belly made her yelp in surprise. Being so wrapped up in their conversation, she’d completely forgotten about the ice cream bowl she was holding. Now the spoon had just fallen out, spilling melted ice cream on her.

“Oops, careful there,” Shana said with a smile.

Zoe giggled, happy for the break in the tension. She looked around for a napkin, a tissue… anything to clean herself up.

“Here, let me,” Shana said, then before Zoe could respond, she swooped down and lapped up the spilled ice cream right from Zoe’s belly. Her tongue felt burning hot compared to the ice cream, and the warm sensation seemed to spread through Zoe’s tummy and down between her legs.

Straightening up, Shana flashed a grin. “Yummy. Even tastier than from the bowl.”

Zoe snorted, and gave Shana a disbelieving look. She doubted that eating ice cream off of somebody made it taste better. Still, Shana’s tongue on her skin had felt… nice, she thought. Exciting, even.

“What? It’s true. Here, you try it.” Shana took a bit of ice cream in her spoon, then let it drop straight on her belly. Immediately, she gasped and grimaced. “God, that’s cold! I didn’t think this through.”

Zoe nearly fell off the couch laughing, but in time she managed to kneel next to Shana and lean in towards the glob of ice cream. She paused a few inches from her goal. Suddenly, this felt kind of naughty. Her eyes drifted down and she realized that her face was very close to Shana’s private parts, all hairless and… sexy. Embarrassed, she quickly averted her eyes the other way, and got a close-up view of Shana’s breasts instead. Just as sexy, somehow.

Feeling herself blushing, Zoe decided to finish this quickly. She opened her mouth wide and captured the small lump of ice cream, using her tongue to scoop it in. Her lips touched Shana’s skin—just like a kiss, she thought. The sweet taste of chocolate spread on her tongue, but with another faint flavor that was hard to define. The taste of Shana, she supposed. The whole experience felt very intimate, and it made the fuzzy feelings in her belly grow more intense.

“So? Tasty, right?” Shana asked after Zoe sat up.

Zoe wasn’t sure the taste of the ice cream itself was better, but for sure there had been something thrilling about eating it off Shana’s body. Maybe that’s what the older girl had meant. She nodded. “Um, is that part of the… ‘fun’ between girls?”

A smile spread on Shana’s lips. “It can be.” She reached out and touched Zoe’s cheek, brushing her fingers against it in a gentle caress. “What I’d really love… is to taste it from your lips.” She looked deep into Zoe’s eyes, and after a moment added, “Do you think that would be okay?”

Zoe stared back at Shana. A kiss, that’s what she was talking about. To kiss Shana, on the mouth. To kiss her idol, her… crush.

She knew she shouldn’t. Her parents would be furious. She was just a kid, Shana an adult. It was wrong. It was everything she’d been warned against.

But at that moment, all that faded into the back of her mind. All that existed was Shana’s amazing blue eyes looking into hers, their naked bodies, the warmth Zoe felt inside her. In that perfect instant, she knew she’d agree to anything Shana wanted. Slowly, she nodded again.

Zoe watched nervously as Shana leaned forward. The older girl’s eyes shone with something Zoe didn’t quite recognize. Then soft lips brushed hers, and all those funny feelings inside her suddenly grew even stronger. She felt strange and lightheaded and wonderful.

Shana’s tongue darted out and licked Zoe’s lips, making her giggle, then it slipped into her mouth. Taken by surprise, Zoe wasn’t sure how to respond at first. She’d seen people French kissing in movies, but she’d never thought about how exactly you did it. She let herself be guided by Shana’s tongue, prodding and twisting around hers, and tried to match the older girl’s movements. Shana still tasted a little like ice cream. The whole thing was pretty funny, actually, and Zoe nearly burst out laughing, but managed to control herself.

She saw that Shana had closed her eyes, and did the same—which was what they did in the movies. With her attention now entirely on their tangling tongues, she lost herself in the kiss. It felt like she had an intimate connection to Shana, like they were speaking a secret language that only the two of them could understand.

When Shana pulled back after some time, Zoe slowly opened her eyes and found the older girl looking at her. They smiled at each other.

“Mmmm,” Shana said. “What do you think?”

Zoe felt a deep blush creeping across her cheeks as the realization fully hit her: she’d just shared her first-ever kiss—a tongue-kiss, even!—with Shana Belle.

“It was… nice. Um, real nice.” She shook her head, unsure of how to describe the feelings coming over her. “I kinda feel tingly all over.”

Shana grinned back. “Me too.” Then she got serious. “But… now, listen, this one’s really important, okay?” One more time, she extended her little finger towards Zoe for a pinkie swear. “You cannot tell anyone about this. Obviously not your parents, but not even your best friend, okay? I would get in really, really huge trouble if anyone at all knew. They’d never let me cut another record. My career would be done. You understand that, right?”

Zoe nodded slowly. She knew that they totally weren’t supposed to be doing stuff like this. She couldn’t even imagine what the grown-ups in her life would say about it. But while she still felt a little nervous about it all… the kiss had been really nice. And of course, the last thing she wanted was to endanger Shana’s music career. She hooked the offered pinkie with hers. “I won’t tell anyone. I swear.”

Shana’s smile returned instantly. “Good girl.” She leaned forward until her forehead touched Zoe’s, and they gazed into each other’s eyes for a moment. “God, you’re so pretty.” Then her lips were on Zoe’s again.

Zoe knew what to expect this time. When she felt Shana’s tongue push between her lips, she welcomed it into her mouth. Their tongues moved together, like a dance, and once again Zoe felt that lovely tingly feeling all over her body, especially in her lower belly, even between her legs.

This time, Shana let her hands wander over Zoe’s body as they kissed, lightly caressing her back, her arms, her thighs. Zoe felt goosebumps appear on her skin wherever those fingers roamed, but it wasn’t unpleasant—on the contrary, Shana’s touch filled her with excitement.

They kissed for what felt like a long while, though Zoe wasn’t quite sure exactly how long. Somehow, it seemed difficult to keep track of time in Shana’s arms. When the kiss finally broke, she found herself a little out of breath.

She offered Shana a shy smile. “You were right. This stuff is, um… pretty fun.”

“Isn’t it?” Shana smiled back, her eyes full of mischief. She took one of Zoe’s hands and brought it to her lips, depositing a few kisses on the back of it, then on the palm. “Mmmm, there are so many things I want to teach you,” she said, her voice sounding a little weird, more hoarse than before. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “But um, listen… okay, I probably should have led with this, sorry… but I need you to know that if I do anything that you don’t like, or that makes you uncomfortable, you can tell me to stop and I will, right then. You’re the boss, okay?”

“Okay!” Zoe hadn’t really imagined that Shana would do things she didn’t want, but it was still reassuring to hear. She wondered what else Shana could have in mind.

“Good.” Shana pressed her lips to Zoe’s hand once again, then looked up. “More kisses?”

Zoe giggled. “Y-yes,” she said softly, still feeling a little shy about the whole thing. Her day sure had taken an unexpected turn. The look in Shana’s eyes promised more surprises and, though nervous, Zoe found herself eager to find out what they might be.

Shana began to kiss her way up Zoe’s arm, which didn’t help with the giggling fit. It felt nice, though, each brush of the lips leaving her skin tingling. Once she reached the shoulder, Shana paused a moment and met Zoe’s gaze, then kissed her mouth again.

Zoe was happy to go for another make-out session. This one didn’t last as long, though, and she was a little disappointed when Shana broke away. That is, until the older girl moved down and started nuzzling her neck, revealing a new kind of pleasure.

“Mm, this is nice,” Zoe said, surprised. “It’s funny. I didn’t think my neck could, like, feel so good.”

“I think you’ll find that most body parts can feel good, if you touch or kiss them in the right manner.” As if to demonstrate, Shana flicked her tongue at Zoe’s earlobe, then sucked on it gently.

“That tickles!” Zoe gasped. “But in a nice way.”

“Yeah? Then how about…” Shana slid her hand over Zoe’s tummy, then higher up until she reached her chest. “…over here?” She traced little circles around one of Zoe’s nipples with a fingertip.

Zoe squirmed a bit. That felt ticklish as well, and sent a shiver through her body. She could feel her nipple stiffen at Shana’s touch. “Yeah… not bad,” she said, uncertainly, embarrassed that Shana was touching her flat chest.

“Just not bad, huh?” Shana sounded slightly disappointed. “I guess you’re still really young. That gets more fun when you get a little more… developed.”

Zoe couldn’t keep her eyes from drifting over to Shana’s breasts. She wondered if hers would look as beautiful one day. “Um, like yours?”

“Yeah. Just like that.”

Zoe hesitated. Did Shana want to be touched there? She wanted to make Shana feel good too, but… She began to raise a hand, then let it drop. No, she couldn’t possibly do that. Could she?

It was like Shana could read her mind. “You can, if you want,” she said, with an encouraging smile.

Heart racing, Zoe brought her hand up again. She wasn’t even sure what to do, but followed Shana’s example and traced a circle around a nipple with her thumb. When Shana breathed in sharply, Zoe got scared and stopped. “Is t-this okay?”

Shana quickly nodded. “Mmmm, more than okay. It feels great, keep going.”

“O-oh.” Reassured, and happy to give Shana pleasure, Zoe resumed her movements. She teased the nipple with her finger for a while, then tried out some other things. She cupped the breast with her hand, the nipple very stiff against her palm, then gave it a little squeeze before starting over with the other one. Shana’s boobs felt nice and firm… and very exciting to play with, she had to admit.

Judging by the happy sounds Shana was making, she was enjoying it a lot too. She was watching Zoe intently, biting her bottom lip, and her breathing was getting a little funny. After a moment, she cupped Zoe’s chin and brought their lips together again.

The kiss felt more urgent this time, more… passionate, maybe that was the word. Shana’s mouth was hungry, and Zoe felt a need of her own growing in response.

“You’re such a little hottie,” Shana breathed as their lips parted.

“T-thanks,” Zoe replied, her voice shaky. She still had trouble believing all this was really happening, that Shana was attracted to her, that this sexy older girl thought she was hot. She wondered what was next. Should she play with Shana’s boobs some more, or kiss her again, or…

Finally, she decided to ask. “Um, so, what else feels good?”

Shana’s eyes shone brightly with excitement. “Well, there’s still the one spot, that place that feels the best of all.” She carefully placed her hand on Zoe’s thigh. “I think you know where that is, right?”

Zoe thought that yes, she did know which spot that was. When Shana’s hand started going up her leg, fingers trailing along her inner thigh, she was even more certain. She found herself short of breath as Shana’s fingers drew closer and closer to her intimate place.

Shana stopped an inch short of her goal, then met Zoe’s eyes. “Is this okay?”

Zoe swallowed. What was she supposed to do? Nobody should be touching her private parts, she knew that, but… this was Shana, who she loved and trusted. And everything they had done up to now had been great. Lost in those beautiful blue eyes, she felt herself nod.

Shana smiled brightly. “You’ll see, it’ll be magical.” She gently brushed Zoe’s privates with a finger, from bottom to top then back again.

The touch felt electric, like a little shock spreading out from between Zoe’s legs. But not a bad one, like if you play with a wall socket, more like a happy jolt of pleasure. She saw Shana waiting for a reaction, and said, “That kinda… tickles.” That wasn’t really the right word, but she wasn’t sure how to describe the feeling.

“But… in a nice way?”

“Y-yeah.”

Shana began to press forward with her finger, slowly sliding it between the little lips of Zoe’s sex. For a moment, Zoe was afraid it was going to hurt because the finger felt rough against her sensitive skin down there, but Shana’s movements were slow and careful. Suddenly that finger seemed to move effortlessly, much to Zoe’s relief, tracing up and down along the opening of her slit.

Shana flashed a knowing smile. “Mmmm. Yeah, I’d say you’re definitely enjoying this.”

Zoe felt like she was missing some kind of joke, but her mind was on other things. She was enjoying it, that much was certain. In fact, it seemed to be feeling better and better, and she found herself very disappointed when Shana suddenly took her hand away. Puzzled, she glanced up at the older girl.

Shana sat up straight on the couch, opened her legs, and patted the spot in front of her. “Here, sit between my legs.”

Zoe seated herself as indicated, leaning back against Shana. “Like this?” She could feel Shana’s hard nipples poking at her back.

“Just like that,” Shana said, bending down to kiss Zoe’s cheek, her ear and her neck, making her giggle. Then that hand was back between Zoe’s legs, a finger between the little lips there, and the giggles turned to a moan.

Zoe was beginning to see what was “magical” about this. She wasn’t even sure what Shana was doing to her, but it felt so good, especially when the girl’s finger brushed the top of her privates.

Little cries kept escaping Zoe’s lips, even though she didn’t mean for them to. The craziest thing was that the pleasure just kept building up. It had been pretty nice at first, but now it was… so much more. It felt like what those butterflies had been waiting for all along.

Shana’s fingers moved faster now, and there was a pressure growing in Zoe’s belly. With some alarm, she realized it was beginning to feel kind of like… “Uh, wait. Shana. Stop.”

Shana’s movements quickly paused. “What’s wrong, baby?” she asked, concern in her voice.

“I feel, uh… I think I need to go to the bathroom.”

Shana chuckled. “Ooh, I see. No, it’s okay. You won’t pee, don’t worry.” She resumed moving her fingers. “It’s normal. Just let it come, it’ll be wonderful.”

Zoe still felt a little anxious, but she trusted Shana, and tried to relax. That strange pressure continued to build, but with it came more and more pleasure. How could this feel so good? What was it leading to? Her whole body grew tense, and she was beginning to think she couldn’t take much more. Then there was a kind of crazy surge in her body, and she stopped thinking altogether.

Her hands gripped Shana’s thighs and her back arched as the best feeling she’d ever had filled her, wave after wave of pure pleasure spreading out from between her legs. She’d never imagined anything like this. It seemed to go on and on, leaving her breathless.

After some time—it felt like a while, but Zoe wasn’t sure, it might have been only a few seconds—the intense sensations faded away, and she slowly became aware of her surroundings once again. She was panting, and Shana was holding her tightly, nuzzling her hair.

“What… wow. That was… amazing. What was that?” Zoe said, the words clumsy on her lips.

“That, my darling, is called an orgasm. Or coming,” Shana explained, then leaned over to kiss Zoe’s cheek. “And it’s the best thing in the world, isn’t it?”

Zoe laughed, still feeling giddy from the experience. “I… yeah, I’d say so. It was… wow. I didn’t know something could feel so good.”

“I take it you never touched yourself like that, huh?”

“N-no.” Could she make herself feel like that? “Sometimes in the bath, it feels a little funny when I wash, like, down there, y’know? But I never did it for long… and it never felt like that.”

“Yeah, it’s better if you’re already turned on… and I’d say it’s generally better if someone else does it for you. For my part, I’m honored to have given you your very first orgasm,” Shana said, giving Zoe a big hug.

Giggling, Zoe shifted around to face Shana, and hugged her back. “Thank you.”

“Oh, it was my pleasure, believe me.” Shana gave Zoe a soft peck on the lips, then her smile turned playful. “Want another?”

Zoe let out a surprised laugh. “Now?” She’d barely recovered from the first one… but seeing the look in Shana’s eyes—that sexy sparkle of excitement that she was beginning to know well—made her all tingly again, and she grinned back. “Yeah!”

“Good.” Shana gave her another kiss. “Let’s go to my room this time.”

Doing it in Shana’s own bed sounded even more thrilling. Zoe bounded to her feet, but she soon realized that her legs were all weak and shaky, and she had to windmill her arms to keep from falling onto the coffee table.

“Whoa, careful there,” Shana said, reaching out to steady Zoe. “You’ll usually feel a little wobbly after coming. It’s normal, but take care and don’t break your neck.” She chuckled, as if she’d suddenly thought of something funny. Without warning, she put an arm under Zoe’s knees and another at her back, and lifted her straight off the ground. “Let me help you, my lady,” she said, grinning.

Wrapping both arms around Shana’s neck, Zoe buried her face against the other girl’s chest, laughing. She was a little old to be carried around like a baby, but if it was Shana doing the carrying, she didn’t mind too much. She imagined herself as a princess being carried by a noble lover, and felt her cheeks heat up at the thought.

On to Part Three!

The Struggle With Desire, Part Two

  • Posted on December 5, 2019 at 3:32 pm

By JetBoy

Breakfast was nearly on the table when Sharon’s girls came bounding down the stairs. They stopped in the entrance of the kitchen for a second to see Sharon’s back to them as she reached up for a platter. Her white gauzy nightgown rode up to reveal her shapely ass, barely covered by a skimpy pair of black panties. Kori swallowed hard at the sight, almost bumping into the table.

Janice whistled. “Nice show, Mom!”

Sharon turned and smiled. “Just in time, you guys. Breakfast will be ready in a second.”

They walked by her. Janice yawned out loud. Kori, on the other hand, could not ignore the side view of her mother’s full breasts through the white gauzy material. She wondered, since her mother normally wore a robe in the morning, if this was for her benefit.

Could Mom really have worn that for me? she asked herself, the very idea making her tingle deliciously.

The girls sat down — Janice in her undershirt and shorts, Kori in a blue t-shirt and sweats.

Out of the blue, Janice suddenly inquired, “What’s with all the… exposure in the house this morning?”

Kori froze, suddenly fearful that Janice had observed her little masturbation scene in their bedroom hours earlier.

Sharon asked, “Why, what do you mean?” while pouring corn flakes into a bowl.

“Well, I can clearly see through your nightgown… and Kori here slept naked last night.”

Sharon gave a sly grin, maneuvering the waffles with a steel spatula. “Did she? Well, it was hot last night.”

Kori stammered, only wanting to end this dangerous conversation, “Um, yeah… I couldn’t stop sweating.”

“Seemed fine to me. Maybe we should turn the AC up,” said Janice.

Sharon walked across the floor, carrying the two plates, and set them down in front of her daughters. She purposefully bent over slightly, to see who would peer down her nightgown. As expected, Kori did. She got a glimpse of her mother’s bare breasts and felt a twinge of helpless desire flicker through her tummy. Sharon also caught Janice glancing down her front, and felt strangely pleased at that. She then sat back in an adjoining wooden chair across the table from her daughters, feeling delightfully wicked.

It was silent for a moment, except for the sounds of food and the clinking of silverware. Then Sharon turned to Janice, “What’s on the agenda for today?”

With half a mouthful, Janice mumbled, “Not too sure. None of my friends called, so I was going to just hang and watch some TV. Maybe go to the mall.”

Sharon looked at Kori. “What about you, honey?”

Just looking up, Kori carefully murmured, “Nothing. Why?”

“Well,” said Sharon nonchalantly, “Today’s supposed to be gorgeous. We should do the girl thing together, and hit the mall. Then later tonight… how about a camp-out in the backyard?”

Janice looked up and beamed. “Cool! Can we have beer? If it’s a girl’s night out, and since Kori can’t get into a bar or anything…”

Sharon laughed. “Okay, okay. But don’t tell anyone what a bad role model your mom is.” She crossed her legs casually, the hem of her nightie sliding up to reveal creamy thighs.

Kori looked at her mother’s legs, then the shape of her body through the gauzy material, feeling uncomfortably warm.

***

They ventured out into the woods behind their house that evening. Kori carried the tent and Janice took the sleeping bags, while Sharon hauled the provisions. The sun was going down, and they wanted to get set up before dark.

Janice and Kori knew the terrain well, for they used to play together and tell secrets to one another behind those very trees. They came to a small clearing surrounded by oaks and birches, where they put down the gear.

Kori declared, “I’ll make the fireplace!” and began to gather stones. Janice set up her radio/cassette player for some background sounds as she and her mother set up the tent.

As the sun finally gave way to the star-glittered darkness, Kori had already had the round stone fireplace built, the kindling lit and snapping. Janice and her mother set up the tent, after several bungled attempts that left them laughing hysterically, and were rolling out the sleeping bags inside.

When Kori had returned with her fifth armful of firewood, Janice and Sharon were sitting on a log, drinking cold beers.

Sharon murmured, “Here you go,” winked, and handed her youngest a cold bottle.

Kori smiled, sat on an opposite log, and took a foamy sip.

For a moment, it was quiet except for the sounds of the night birds, and the trees rustling. They all looked at the stars peeking between the high branches, taking in the light breeze and feeling as if they might be the last people on earth.

Kori glanced again and again at Janice and Sharon… feeling a bit anxious, wondering what might happen if she got a little too drunk to keep her mouth shut. She looked at her mother, in her grey sweatshirt and shorts. The orange firelight accented her smiling face, and she seemed years younger. Kori’s eyes dropped to Sharon’s crossed legs, wanting to stroke them. She then looked at Janice — a younger version of their mother — and traced the outline of her breasts through her t-shirt in the orange hue of the fire. Janice wore red shorts, which rode high on her propped up legs.

As her head began to swim a bit on her third beer, she began to feel warm and relaxed, feeling ready for, for… anything to happen. Wanting to walk over to her mother and fondle her tits once again. To kiss her full on the mouth, to lay her down and make love to her… then Sharon gave Kori a glance, and the sixteen-year-old quickly looked away.

As the night drew on, time seemed to lose meaning as the three women talked about anything and everything, enjoying spending time together.

Finally standing up, and almost falling backwards in a stupor, Janice declared with a drunken authority, “I gotta pee!”

“Well, go ahead,” said Sharon, “there’s a bush over there.”

Janice blearily looked around at the dark woods. “I’m not going in there… it’s too dark. I can’t.”

Sharon rolled her eyes. “Go with her, will you, Kori? Protect your drunk sister from the forest trolls.”

Almost falling backwards herself, Kori stood up, dropping her empty bottle and grabbing a roll of toilet paper. “Okay, Mom.” She grabbed Janice’s hand, jerking her along. “Let’s go, stupid.” Both girls laughed as they stumbled into the darkness of the forest.

Still holding hands, they walked further and further until the campfire was a small blur. Janice fell back against a big tree..

“Ohgod, ohgod, ohgod… my head is spinning!” she laughed. “I’m gonna fall down… Kori, help me…” and she held to the sides of the tree with the back of her arms, giggling.

Kori looked at her sister, who almost seemed crucified to the tree in the moonlight. “Help you…?” she stammered. She had a feeling that this was it. Something was going to happen…

“Yeah…” Janice was now swaying seductively and holding on to the tree. “Help me get my shorts off, sis, so I don’t piss myself.”

Sweat came to Kori’s forehead, bringing about some sobering reality. She knelt down in front of her sister, who leaned back against the bent tree.

She gripped the sides of Janice’s red shorts, applying her arms to pull her body away from the tree just a little, and began to slide them down. Kori found it difficult not to breathe hard as the back of her fingertips ran down Janice’s soft legs. Her heart was thumping madly, her hands shaking.

“Hurry…” Janice breathed. In her fogginess, she could feel the leaves under her bare feet and the light wind brushing her thighs.

Kori gripped the waistband of Janice’s flimsy panties. Her fingertips touched the beginnings of Janice’s soft buttocks as she gently pulled down her sister’s underwear. And in that moment, Kori was face to face with her deepest desire — drinking in the beautiful sight of her sister’s pussy, savoring the lovely scent of it.

Kori was still a bit foggy, but knew what she wanted to do. “Kneel down, Janice. I’ll hold you up, so you won’t pee yourself.”

All Janice could do was slide her back down the smooth trunk of the big tree and support herself on her heels. Kori could smell even more of her sister’s cunt because her legs were spread. And at that moment, Janice let out a gasp, and a stream of liquid began to hiss into the ground, slowing to a trickle.

“Here,” murmured Kori, tearing a strip of toilet paper from the roll and handing it to her sister. Janice clumsily wiped herself, then tried, unsuccessfully, to stand. She smiled at her sister and giggled, “I can’t get uuuuuup…”

Kori was trembling with passion. She responded with her fingertips, moving her hands up Janice’s legs. Janice was quiet, her head back, eyes dreamily closed. The smoothness of her legs excited Kori, who had her fingers at Janice’s upper thighs. Her hands then moved around, cupping the roundness of her sister’s bare ass.

Kori positioned her shaky hands, one on each buttock. “We’ll get up together, and I’ll pull you up. On three.” Janice slowly nodded. “One, two… THREE.” Using their legs to support each other, the two sisters rose together, Janice with her back to the tree.

For a small eternity they stood — Janice, now gazing drunkenly at her sister, and Kori gazing back, her hands on Janice’s bottom. She shifted them, her fingers resting lightly on her sister’s hips.

Suddenly Janice reached out, and caressed Kori’s hair. “Thanks, sis,” she said softly, “you’re so good to me…”

Kori, feeling a boldness such as she had never known, moved her left hand forward and gently caressed Janice’s cunt.

Closing her eyes, Janice gasped.

It was like she was drifting through space. Janice knew she was drunk, but didn’t care. She felt delicate fingers touching her pubes, parting her moistened labia. When she opened her eyes, she gazed at her beautiful sister through darkness not dark enough to conceal her passion.

For a fleeting moment, Janice knew this was wrong, but Kori’s fingers were telling wonderful lies.

No one would know. No one.

Heart pounding, Janice pulled Kori close… and they kissed.

The kiss was gentle at first, then Janice’s lips parted and it became hot and passionate. Their tongues intertwined as Janice reached around Kori’s back and slid a hand down into her sister’s shorts. The crease of Kori’s ass was hot and sweaty.

The wetness between Janice’s legs increased as Kori wriggled two fingers into her big sister’s pussy. The shivering sensation of being fingered by her baby sister made Janice’s entire body tingle as she kissed her little sister harder.

Now frantic with lust, Janice pushed Kori’s shorts and panties down as far as they would go and ran her hands all over her sister’s bare bottom, then slipped a hand between Kori’s thighs to fondle her soft, virgin pussy. Janice’s excitement grew as she felt the raw heat pulsing between her sister’s legs. Leaning forward, she ran her tongue down Kori’s neck, causing the younger girl to moan. “Oh, Janice…”

Kori pulled her sister’s hips into hers and ground their pussy mounds together, while Janice trailed her hands up Kori’s smooth belly, grasping the hem of her t-shirt and tugging it up and off. Janice could barely make out the girl’s lacy bra in the deep moonlight, but knew the latch was in the front. With an effortless tug, she unfastened it, letting her sister’s breasts bounce free. With careful fingers, as to absorb every sensation, she slid the straps off Kori’s shoulders and dropped her sister’s bra into the dry leaves at their feet.

And for the first time, Janice cupped her sister’s breasts, her hands trembling. She closed her eyes and let her fingers send lovely pictures of Kori’s beauty to her mind. Her fingertips glided across her sister’s nipples to find them erect. Kori moaned louder, nuzzling and kissing Janice’s ear.

Janice lowered her head to take Kori’s left nipple into her hungry mouth, flicking the tip with her tongue while fondling her sister’s other breast. Kori clawed at the back of Janice’s shirt until she found the backsnap for her bra. Practically tearing it loose, she unsnapped it. Janice sighed at the sensation of her breasts bouncing free, as the cool air rushed through her shirt. Trembling with excitement, Kori began stroking her sister’s larger breasts.

Suddenly Janice broke their embrace, pausing to place a soft, loving kiss on Kori’s mouth, then slowly took off her shirt and stepped out of her shorts and panties. Kori stared excitedly, then quickly stripped off her own remaining clothes.

The two sisters were facing each other totally nude, their passion unleashed, ready to run wild.

Taking Janice’s hand, Kori whispered, “I want you.” She kissed her sister fiercely, then took a step back and knelt on the ground, making an impromptu bed from their discarded clothes. This done, she lay down and waited for her sister. She saw the stars glittering over the treetops, then Janice’s face as her sister lowered her body onto hers.

Kori grasped her sister’s ass as they kissed, gently pulling her sister’s cheeks apart. Her hand moved between the warm, soft cheeks and began stroking Janice’s butt crack.

Kori parted her shapely legs as Janice ran her hand over her younger sister’s pussy. “Put your finger in me,” she moaned.

Janice slowly slid her forefinger into Kori’s slippery cunt, amazed at how tight her sister’s pussy was.

Kori, feeling the waves of pleasure washing over her body, was now squeezing Janice’s breasts, pinching at her nipples. She thrust her hips frantically in response to her sister’s probing finger, now deep inside her. Finally, gasping for breath, she came.

Janice could feel Kori shaking like a leaf from the strength of her climax, her hand sticky with her sister’s sweetness. Almost as if hypnotized, Janice slowly licked her fingers.

Kori felt as if she was floating. When she opened her eyes a sweet eternity later, her big sister was smiling at her. They both began laughing, then kissed and hugged each other.

Soon, their kisses grew hotter and more passionate. Then, with a loving smile, Kori said, “Your turn, sis…”

Janice knew what she wanted. She stood and leaned forward against the tree, arms extended. She thrust out her ass and parted her legs invitingly, offering her sister what she had.

Kori could smell the sex in the air, her nostrils flaring as her face moved closer to Janice’s shapely ass. She ran her hands up Janice’s sweet thighs as she slowly extended her tongue, sliding it smoothly into her sister’s dripping crack. For the first time, Kori tasted the love nectar of another woman.

Savoring its sweetness, her tongue became more aggressive and began to dart between the warm folds of her sister’s vulva, making Janice arch her back and moan. Kori began licking and sucking at Janice’s pussy with a fervor that took the young woman to a peak within seconds.

Waves of pleasure attacked Janice’s body without mercy. Her nails dug into the bark of the tree that supported her. Her legs tensed, and she knew she couldn’t hold out for very long. Then, as one of Kori’s hands touched her breast, she exploded, bathing her sister’s mouth and chin with her juices. Heart pounding, she collapsed against the tree.

Turning around as her sister was rising to her feet, Janice embraced Kori and kissed her again, this time tasting her cunt on the younger girl’s soft lips.

She smiled at Kori. “God, that was fantastic. I can’t believe we did that… but you made me feel so good.”

“I wanted you so bad,” Kori whispered. “I had to have you. I don’t care if it’s wrong.”

Janice looked lovingly at her sister in the broken moonlight. This was the person who took her to heights she had never known existed. If it was wrong, so be it. She would not let this go.

She whispered, “I love you, Kori.”

Kori began to cry tears of joy. “I love you too, Janice!” They held each other closely.

***

Sharon was slightly drunk when the two girls got back but, even in her foggy state, she knew right away that there was something different about them. They had been holding hands and walking closely together when they emerged from the woods; giving each other little glances, smiling as if they were sharing a special secret. Almost, she thought, like they’re in love. Then she saw, in the flickering firelight, that both girls were slightly flushed.

Suddenly she felt hot all over. They couldn’t have, she thought, heart-throbbing frantically. Not my daughters. That’s incest, for God’s sake!

Of course, that didn’t stop me from touching Kori’s breasts last night, she mused.

Sharon observed her daughters more closely. There was, without question, a happy glow about them both that looked very much like the aftermath of passionate lovemaking. Kori, in particular, seemed especially giddy. And the way their eyes kept meeting, the smiles they shared…

My God, Sharon thought — my girls were making love out there. They were! 

It was a crazy, nonsensical notion, with no real proof to back it up… yet Sharon knew, as surely as night follows day, that her instincts were correct, that Janice and Kori had been indulging in lesbian sex. For how long, though? she wondered. Was tonight their first time, or have they been carrying on as a couple right under my nose for weeks — months, even?

Since last night Sharon had, in spite of her best efforts, fantasized about Kori… but she had no idea that Janice was also into girls. Her pussy was getting wet, just from thinking about it. She had to admit, too, that she felt a bit jealous.

Well, she told herself, the night isn’t over yet. 

***

It was getting late, and the fire was dying. They all retreated to the safety of the tent. They zippered the tent shut, with only a flashlight to illuminate the inside. The three sleeping bags were already out, neatly adjacent to one another. Still glowing from her loving experience, Janice very much wanted to share a sleeping bag with Kori — but she knew they couldn’t do that in Sharon’s presence. Kori echoed her thoughts, but hers went further; still savoring the memory of her mother touching her breasts, and she hers.

Sharon, feeling more excited than she could ever remember, closed her eyes, lifted her t-shirt off, and let her hair fall to her shoulders. She deftly put her hands behind her back and unclasped her bra, letting the straps fall off her shoulders. Her large breasts absorbed the night air, as she ran her fingers under them, to wipe away the summer sweat.

Noticing the unusual quiet, she smiled and opened her eyes… only to discover both her daughters looking at her with open curiosity. Their mother never really indulged in casual nudity, and after had just happened between Janice and Kori in the woods, the arousal of both girls was immediate.

Sharon’s anticipation grew as she saw the same look in Kori’s eyes that she had in the bathroom last night — a look of desire. And now she seemed to feel the same as both girls studied her breasts. Is this really going to happen? she asked herself.

Janice laughed nervously. “Nice show, Mom…”

Sharon laughed too, making no effort to cover her nakedness, and grinned at her girls. “You know, when you two were nursing, I didn’t even put on a shirt when I was in the house… just stayed topless all day.”

Somehow Kori found her voice. “W-what’s that like, Mom? Nursing a baby, I mean.”

“Oh, I enjoyed it, honey… quite a bit.”

Janice stammered a bit, still buzzed. “Really? Doesn’t it hurt?”

“No, not at all, baby. In fact,” she murmured, “it used to get me all hot and bothered.” She suddenly laughed. “Sometimes, I used to… touch myself, when you were nursing. Those were some of the nicest orgasms I ever had.” She openly stroked her now erect nipples, smiling sweetly at her daughters.

Kori’s head was spinning. “Sometimes I wonder,” she said softly, “what it was like to nurse, back when I was a baby. I just can’t imagine… I mean…” She stopped, her eyes glued to her mother’s bare breasts.

Sharon grinned. This is it, she thought. Slowly, sensuously, she murmured, “If you try it again, I bet you’ll remember…”

Kori and Janice glanced at one another. Unsure, they read each other’s eyes, then looked at their half-naked mother. Sharon sat still, waiting.

Trembling with excitement, Kori slid close to her mother, and Janice quickly followed. Kneeling next to Sharon, the girls slowly leaned forward, lowering their heads to their mother’s chest. Kori’s cunt throbbed as she leaned forward and let her lips touch her mother’s warm nipple. She felt the heat of her mother’s breast touching her cheek. Janice closed her eyes. Her lips too, found the nipple. Both began to suck gently at their mother.

Sharon’s lips parted, her tongue emerging to moisten them as she ran her fingers through her daughters’ hair. The sensation of their warm mouths on her skin electrified her as she pulled them both closer.

Janice’s panties were soaked. Her tongue began darting over Sharon’s nipple, causing her mother to moan quietly. Kori cupped Sharon’s breast as she licked and sucked at the stiffening tip.

Her breath becoming ragged, Sharon trailed her left hand down to the waistband of her shorts and inside. Hearing Sharon moan louder, Kori looked down to see her mother’s hand between her legs, fingering her pussy. Still suckling, Kori grasped the waistband of Sharon’s shorts and tugged them down her thighs. She wore no panties, and Kori was thrilled beyond belief at the view of her mother’s fingers gliding over her moist vulva. The sight was intoxicating. Kori suckled at Sharon’s nipple lovingly, her heart racing at the realization that her incestuous fantasy was coming true.

Sharon began to fondle Janice’s breasts through her t-shirt with her free hand, half noticing that her daughter wasn’t wearing a bra. Janice moaned in surprise as her mother fondled her and began to rub her own pussy through her shorts. With her free hand, she pulled her shirt up, baring her breasts for Mom.

Sharon felt their warmth, her fingers brushing Janice’s nipples, then softly squeezing them. Now beside herself with excitement, she plunged two fingers deep inside her wet vagina, gasping at how good that felt.

Kori could feel her mother shuddering with pleasure, and began to finger her own hard clit.

They all seemed to come together — Sharon with her two daughters licking and sucking at her breasts, Kori with her right hand massaging her cunt with a passion, and Janice, half-naked, with two fingers shoved in her own juicy slit. The tent was filled with gasps and moans of ecstasy. They all seem to rise together to a crescendo of sexual pleasure, the sound of their mother’s sudden orgasm setting Janice and Kori off too. Someone cried “Oh, GOD!” Someone screamed. Then finally, it was quiet. They fell against each other in a sweaty heap.

Janice began tugging at her mother’s shorts, while Kori stripped off her own clothes. It was not much longer before all three women were nude, inviting the summer night air to kiss their eager bodies.

Janice put her arms around her mother. Their breasts pressed together as they engaged in a deep kiss. Kori pressed against her sister’s back and slid her hands down her sides. She cupped Janice’s buttocks, parting her cheeks, then bent down and began licking her sister’s asshole.

Sharon was lost in the passionate embrace of her oldest daughter. Her eager hands fondled Janice’s breasts while their tongues danced together. Janice moaned as Kori’ tongue slid moistly through the crack of her ass. Kori could not help but finger her own cunt as she watched her mother and sister kissing and rubbing their bodies together.

Suddenly Janice turned around toward Kori on all fours, gazing hungrily at her baby sister. Knowing what she wanted, Kori quickly lay on her back, spreading her legs.

Janice gazed lovingly at her sister’s womanhood. It was pink, very wet, and she could almost feel its hot yearning from the short distance. Her mother’s hands stroked her ass as she lowered herself between her sister’s legs.

Kori threw her head back as Janice’s tongue explored her outer folds… trailing up to her hard clit, sending waves of pleasure up her spine. Janice, meanwhile, arched her back and moaned as Sharon’s fingers slid very easily into her vagina.

“Yesss… fuck me with your tongue!” Kori hissed.

Janice began to grind her hips, thrusting them back, driving her mother’s probing fingers in even deeper. She moaned into her sister’s cunt as Sharon rubbed her ass with one hand, fingering her slit with the other. With a deep sexual hunger, Janice drank in the sweet essence of her sister’s vagina.

Kori cupped her breasts and pulled on her nipples, panting as her beautiful big sister ate her pussy. She watched her mother behind Janice, rubbing her face against the teenager’s ass, her fingers deep in Janice’s cunt.

Kori came, waves of pleasure assaulting her senses that caused her to scream. Janice also climaxed noisily, her inner walls swelling around Sharon’s fingers, her face drenched with her younger sister’s wetness.

As soon as she could catch her breath, Kori moved to embrace her mother. She climbed on top of Sharon and they kissed wildly, fucking each other’s mouths with their tongues. Kori slid down her mother’s warm body, kissing and licking her skin. Her face hovered over Sharon’s wet cunt for a moment. savoring the sight and smell of her… then she plunged her face into her mom’s crotch, licking her from clit to anus. Sharon almost screamed with pleasure, then Janice’s hot mouth closed over her own and they kissed again.

Sharon smiled at Janice as they parted. “I want to taste you now, baby…”

Grinning wickedly, Janice rose to a kneeling position and slowly straddled Sharon’s face, lowering her cunt to her mother’s already open mouth. She gasped as Sharon began probing her dripping pussy with a warm, wet tongue.

Sharon and her girls made love for hours until they were exhausted. The next morning, they all woke in each other’s arms, still nude. At first, no one spoke. They smiled shyly at one another, sharing small touches and caresses, then sweet kisses and declarations of devotion.

Now, they were more than mother and daughters, parent and children… they were lovers.

The End

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Missy’s Games

  • Posted on December 3, 2019 at 3:56 pm

by Moonglow

Reworked for Juicy Secrets by Corrigan

***

Missy is ten years old and loves to play games. One special Friday afternoon, she was at the grocery store with her mother and older sister. Missy wore a black sweater with dark blue jeans, white cotton panties and socks, and pink sneakers trimmed in silver.

Missy was a small girl with curly, dark brown hair that barely touched her shoulders. Being a little chubby gave her a cuddly and adorable look. Her rosy cheeks and twinkling brown eyes only added to the effect. Her bottom was a little overdeveloped for her age and had an adorable roundness. She had recently discovered that if she wiggled it when she walked, lots more people seemed to notice.

When she wore a sweater, the puffy nipples that tipped her baby-fat breasts looked like the start of real boobs. Missy’s tiny pink slit was surrounded by her darling plump little mound. She loved to spread her kitty open in front of a mirror to enjoy the view of all her tender pink parts. Her favorite sight was there, just below her slit – her anal bud. It was perfectly centered in her little ass. She loved to tease and flirt and show it off, especially to other girls and older women, just to see how they reacted.

Her twelve-year-old sister, Chelsea, wore a pink jacket and black tights. Underneath were a black training bra and black cotton panties. One look and anyone could see that Chelsea and Missy were sisters. The only difference was that Chelsea’s hair was a lighter shade of brown. Chelsea was also chubby in the same adorable way as Missy.

Being older, Chelsea was also more sexually developed. She was sporting B-cup breasts and had a small bush of soft hair above her vagina. Because she was plump like Missy, Chelsea’s boobs also looked bigger than they really were. And like Missy, she had a curvy posterior that bounced back and forth as she walked.

Chelsea and Missy were total show-offs. The loved exposing themselves wherever and whenever they could. At this moment however, they stood in front of the red DVD vending machine stuck in an argument over who was hotter – Scarlett Johansson or Kristen Stewart? Missy thought Scarlett’s big butt made her the sexiest while Chelsea said that Kristen’s slim and toned bottom was sexier.

“Stop arguing, you two!” scolded their mother. “We’ll rent them both. That way you’ll each get your favorite.”

Mom wasn’t just being generous. She also knew that seeing sexy actresses always put the girls in the mood for a little naughty fun.

“Mommy,” Missy asked as they were walking out the front door, “Can I ride home naked?” Apparently, Missy didn’t want to wait to start getting naughty.

The girls loved being naked in public, and doing it in the car was one of the best places. She didn’t even wait until she was in the car first, she simply started taking off her clothes in the parking lot. Soon her pink nipples and ample bottom were exposed to all the lucky onlookers. Missy didn’t mind – in fact, she loved showing off her plump little body where so many people could see her.

Once they were in the car and the groceries were stowed, Chelsea also started undressing for the ride home. All along the drive, Missy would watch for cars with pretty girls inside and wave to them happily and without embarrassment. Most of the girls laughed and waved back. Occasionally, Missy would press her bare ass against the glass and moon another driver. Even Chelsea got in on the fun, pressing her chubby backside against the glass as well. Shawna kept an eye out for anyone who might report them and spoil the fun. In the meantime, she could only laugh at her irrepressible girls.

When they reached the house, Missy was still naked and Chelsea’s butt was hanging out of her tights. They followed their mother down the stone path from the driveway to the front porch and finally into the house. Like most Fridays, Shawna was too tired to cook. She promised the girls that once the groceries were put away, they would order pizza. The girls were excited because this meant they could play The Pizza Dare Game. It was one of their absolute favorites.

Shawna had stumbled on someone’s online collection of Pizza Dare videos and was immediately hooked. Basically, a woman would order a pizza and then when the delivery person came, she would appear at the door either in tiny lingerie, a towel, or simply naked. She would then interact with the delivery person as if nothing were amiss. Usually, if the woman was wearing a towel, she would “accidentally” drop it and play off of the delivery person’s reaction.

Shawna had shown the Pizza Dare videos to the girls and they loved the idea. Since then, whenever they ordered pizza, one of the girls would go to meet the delivery person totally or mostly naked. The object of the game was to act as normal as possible until they were gone and, most important, not to burst out laughing.

Since Chelsea had done it the last time, it was Missy’s turn to answer the door. They had a nanny cam set up so they could record the whole thing. The girls loved it any time they were photographed or filmed. Both girls begged Shawna to make their videos public, until she explained that posting images online with underage girls in the nude could get her in big trouble. Fortunately, the girls understood, and just kept them for their own collection.

Twenty minutes later, the doorbell rang. Shawna and Chelsea ran into Shawna’s room to watch the hidden cam image on the monitor. Missy confidently walked down the hall to the front door in nothing but her socks. With a big smile, she opened it wide for a pretty girl of about sixteen standing on the patio holding a pizza box.

“Oh, my gosh!” exclaimed the girl. She stared at the naked kid who beamed up innocently at her. Once the initial shock was over, the delivery girl smiled at this adorable, precocious girl.

“Hi there, sweetie. Did you order a pizza?”

Pizza Girl was about 5’5” with a slender figure. She had long blonde hair that just touched her shoulders, bright blue eyes, and a luscious tan complexion. Her breasts were 32C, which did not escape Missy’s notice. She loved boobs and Pizza Girl’s seemed enormous to a young girl like her.

“Yes,” Missy replied, pretending to ignore her nudity. “Well, my Mom did. I’ll go get the money for you.”

Missy turned away from the girl and walked towards her mother’s purse on a small table down the hallway. As she walked, she wiggled her bottom seductively. Pizza Girl stared, oblivious to the fact that she was being filmed by a hidden camera. Once she got the money, Missy took her time walking back down the hall to give Pizza Girl plenty of time to admire her. Missy smiled as she walked back towards the girl, who was now fixated on Missy’s cute puffy nipples and hairless pink mound.

“Here you go, umm…” Missy’s voice trailed off.

“Oh, my name is Hailey,” Pizza Girl replied. “What’s your name?”

“I’m Missy, nice to meet you,” said the little girl politely, extending her hand.

Hailey’s hands were warm and soft. When they touched, Missy’s felt a tingle in her kitty.

They both stood there for a few more minutes chatting and pretending that Missy’s nudity was perfectly normal. Their conversation was the typical getting-to-know-you type of stuff. Shawna had taught Missy how to make conversation easily and be sociable. Older people found it quite endearing.

Shawna and Chelsea continued watching on the computer. “I don’t think she wants to leave,” whispered Chelsea.

Hailey did seem quite reluctant to go. Finally, she gave Missy the pizza, waved goodbye, and walked out the door.

Missy put the pizza box down quickly and ran giggling into her mother’s room. Together, the three watched the video of Missy four or five times. Missy couldn’t believe how much fun it had been.

That done, the three ladies went back into the living room to eat their pizza and watch their movies. Shawna changed into a flimsy bathrobe. Both girls were quite content to remain naked and they lay on their bellies on the floor. They watched TV and Shawna watched them, all the while admiring their adorable fannies openly on display.

The pizza was now finished, and Shawna thought it was time for some fun.

“Would you girls like to play with your toys?” Shawna asked.

“Yes, please!” both girls cried. As Shawna got up to get the toys, the girls giggled in anticipation.

A few minutes later, Shawna returned with two butt plugs and a bottle of cherry-flavored lubricant. The girls squealed in excitement. In addition to showing off, both girls loved what they called ‘butt play’. For Christmas last year, Shawna bought each girl a latex butt plug to wear around the house (and sometimes out of the house for special occasions!) To her sweet darlings, the butt plugs were always a treat.

Shawna told Missy to stand and spread Chelsea’s ass cheeks wide so the plug could be inserted. Before inserting the plug, Missy decided to have a little fun. She spread Chelsea’s rear-end open and buried her face in her sister’s bottom, just like Shawna had taught them. Chelsea cooed with delight. Missy lovingly traced rings around her big sister’s anus with the tip of her tongue. Once Chelsea had loosened up a little, Missy began probing her pink hole with her slippery tongue. She then shoved her tongue as deep into her sister’s rectum as far as it would go, then removed it just as quickly. Chelsea gasped at the sweet sensation. Missy continued probing Chelsea’s ass a minute or two longer, until her rosebud was slick with saliva and ready for the toy.

Meanwhile, Shawna covered the plug with a heavy coating of lube. Once it was ready, Missy spread Chelsea’s cheeks apart once more. Shawna slowly pushed it into Chelsea’s rear end while the girl moaned. The sound began softly, then progressed to a cry of wanton pleasure as it slipped fully inside her.

Shawna then told Chelsea it was time to return the favor to her sister. They switched places and now it was Chelsea’s chance to lube up her little sister’s anus. Missy let out a gasp as she felt Chelsea’s saliva-covered index finger sliding into her butt. To Missy this felt so natural and so right. It got even better when Chelsea spread the ten-year-old’s smooth white cheeks once more to expose the hidden treasure that lay between them.

Shawna pressed the tip of the lubed butt plug against Missy’s waiting hole and began to push. The plug wasn’t that big, but Missy was still very tight. Chelsea spread her sister open as wide as she could and whispered encouragement to the little girl. Even with copious amounts of lube, the toy wouldn’t fit into her tiny anus.

“Here, sweetie,” Shawna said to Chelsea. “Hold this for a sec.”

Shawna handed the plug to her twelve-year-old daughter and moved to a kneeling position behind Missy. Shawna held Missy’s cheeks and spread them open. She lowered her face to Missy’s bottom and began licking the full length of her little girl’s ass from the top all the way to her slit. Finally, she focused on the little pink hole, probing deeply with her wet tongue into Missy’s backside. It wasn’t long before the child’s sphincter relaxed.

Now it was time for the toy. Shawna inserted the plug between Missy’s cheeks and began pushing. Missy groaned in pain and pleasure as she felt her anus stretching and the plug slide into place. She was delighted at how it filled up her beautiful bum.

It was time to watch the second video. The girls laid on the floor, their bodies touching side by side until the movie was over. While the credits rolled, Shawna announced that it was time for the family bath. The girls knew what that meant and jumped to their feet. They ran ahead of their mother to the master bathroom, giggling as their bums wiggled. The exposed ends of their butt plugs bobbed up and down like two little bunny tails.

Chelsea started the water running into the jacuzzi tub. It was oval-shaped, the perfect size for all three with room to spare. Missy added the bubbles until the tub was nearly overflowing. Shawna checked the water and decided the temperature was perfect.

With practiced ease, Missy and Chelsea both bent forward at the waist and spread their cheeks so that Mom could remove their plugs. Then the naked little girls climbed into the tub and waited for their mother to join them.

Shawna was about to strip off her bathrobe when suddenly the doorbell rang. The girls looked at their mother in surprise.

“Who is it, Mommy?” Missy asked.

“I’m not sure,” Shawna replied. “You girls get started and I’ll go find out.”

Shawna went back downstairs and walked towards the front door. She knew the material of her bathrobe was almost transparent but that never bothered her. She pulled aside the window curtain and looked outside to see none other than Hailey, the pizza girl, standing nervously outside the door. She had changed out of her work uniform and was wearing a tight tank top which revealed a lot of cleavage and a pair of tiny booty shorts. Shawna smiled lustfully to herself and untied the sash of her bathrobe. She swept it open slightly so that her large breasts and full bush would be easily in view. She opened the door to face the pretty teenager.

“Well, hello,” said Shawna warmly. “It’s Hailey, right?”

“Yes, Ma’am ” said the girl nervously as she fidgeted. She blushed slightly then licked her lips as she noticed Shawna’s breasts and bush directly across the threshold. She did a really bad job trying to pretend she hadn’t noticed.

“I’m Shawna, Missy’s mom.” the older woman replied. “Nice to meet you. Missy told me all about you. She was quite taken with you, I think.” Hailey blushed again at her comment. What brings you back to our doorstep so late, Hailey?”

“This might sound weird,” Hailey said, “but I haven’t been able to stop thinking about Missy all night. I wanted to stop by and say hello, I guess.”

“She’s quite a special girl, isn’t she?” Shawna asked coyly.

“Definitely, she really is something,” Hailey said with a shy laugh.

“Well, I’m sure Missy would be happy to see you again,” Shawna replied, “but I just put her and her sister in the bathtub…”

“Oh, well… um…”

“…would you like to join us?” Shawna asked without missing a beat.

Hailey’s eyes opened wide in surprise. She smiled eagerly in reply and nodded vigorously. Without a word, Shawna took Hailey by the hand and led her upstairs towards the bathroom. Shawna could feel the teenager’s eyes glued to her backside, clearly visible through the transparent bathrobe. Missy wasn’t the only one in the family who knew how to tease and entice a girl.

Once they were upstairs, Shawna paused before stepping into the bathroom. She pushed the door open a crack to peek inside. She gestured for Hailey to have a look. Hailey peered through and saw two naked young girls in the tub. They were locked in a deep, passionate kiss, and the sight took Hailey’s breath away.

Missy was straddling Chelsea’s lap, facing her big sister, with her open mouth pressed against Chelsea’s. Both girls had their eyes closed and their obvious enjoyment was clear to Hailey. Chelsea put her hands up to her little sister’s face and held it tenderly as their tongues entwined. Beneath the water, Missy’s hand was lovingly caressing her sister’s pussy. Chelsea dropped one hand from the ten-year-old’s face to return the favor. The girls began to moan softly into one another’s mouths as they fondled each other’s tender privates.

Finally, Shawna stepped past Hailey and into the bathroom.

“Girls, look, we have a visitor.”

The girls broke their kiss and turned toward the door as Hailey stepped inside. It was clear to the blonde teen that neither little girl was the slightest bit ashamed of having been caught in the act of kissing and fingering her sister. Just when Hailey thought the surprises couldn’t get any better, she noticed the two butt plugs sitting on the edge of the tub. She couldn’t believe her luck.

“Hailey!” Missy cried, climbing off her sister. Both girls stood to greet their guest. They turned to face her while still covered in soapy bubbles.

“Hi Missy,” Hailey replied with a smile.

“This is my other daughter, Chelsea,” Shawna said, introducing Hailey to her older daughter.

“Sweetie, this is Hailey. She’s going to be joining us for our bath.”

“Hi Hailey, it’s nice to meet you,” said Chelsea. Her eyes dropped to Hailey’s chest. “Wow, your boobs look even bigger up close!” Chelsea exclaimed as Hailey blushed once again. She wasn’t sure what Chelsea meant by that comment since Hailey was, of course, still unaware of the video she had unknowingly starred in with Missy.

“So, what are we waiting for?” Shawna asked.

She shrugged her shoulders and let the bathrobe fall to the tile floor. Now nude herself, she climbed into the tub to join her daughters. Hailey looked a little reluctant at first, then realized it was her turn to strip. With a laugh, she reached down to pull her tank top off over her head. The move revealed her large, firm breasts and both girls were now staring at them. Next, Hailey pulled her booty shorts down and removed her satin thong panties.

Hailey had a well-groomed bush of light-blonde pubic hair surrounding her vagina. The wondrous sight caused the girls to giggle. Neither of them had a real bush yet, and Missy had no hair there at all. At their age, both were naturally very curious about women’s pubes.

At last, Hailey stepped into the tub to join the threesome. They sat together and chatted at first, getting a little more comfortable with one another. It didn’t take long for Hailey to feel completely at ease with these adorable girls and their beautiful mother.

“So, Hailey, what brought you back to our house tonight?” Shawna finally asked.

“It was Missy,” Hailey said with a laugh. “I couldn’t shake the thought of her wiggling that cute little ass at me. I almost went out of my mind.”

Missy beamed at the compliment.

“I’ve never seen a young girl so comfortable being naked around a total stranger.”

“Oh, they both love being naked,” Shawna said as the girls nodded.

“I’d love to get a look at your bottom again, if you don’t mind,” Hailey asked Missy. “Yours too, Chelsea, if that’s okay. This time up close.”

Missy and Chelsea, of course, didn’t mind at all. Both girls stood up and turned their backsides towards their new friend. Hailey gasped with delight when she saw how pretty their plump bottoms were.

“Don’t be bashful, girls,” their mother said. “Let Hailey see your cute little rosebuds. Missy and Chelsea both giggled. Then, without a hint of shyness they bent forward and spread their butt cheeks apart to give Hailey a perfect view of their pink bum holes.

“Oh my gosh,” said Hailey. “They are so adorable.”

“Your turn!” Missy said, turning back around.

“Well, I guess it’s only fair,” said Hailey with a laugh. She stood up as bubbles dripped off her nude body. The girls both stared in wonder at her full teenage breasts and her wet bush. Hailey let them look for a moment, then turned around so that her perky bubble butt was facing the two girls. She cupped her cheeks and bounced them up and down a few times which caused both girls to squeal with delight. Then she herself leaned forward and spread herself open to give the girls a good, long look.

Missy reached out her small hand and began to fondle Hailey’s ass. Her mother gave her a stern look.

“Missy, it’s not polite to touch someone there without her permission,” she said. Missy withdrew her hand with obvious reluctance.

“I don’t mind, Shawna,” said Hailey. “Go ahead, girls. You can touch me all you want.”

Missy was ecstatic. She moved closer and soon her little hands were rubbing and squeezing Hailey’s perfect smooth ass. Chelsea moved closer too and now both girls were taking turns exploring their new friend while Shawna watched on with a smile. Hailey loved the feeling of so many little fingers fondling her bare backside. She wanted the experience to last forever.

When Hailey finally sat back down, both girls moved to sit on either side of her. Hailey put an arm around each girl’s shoulders and began gently pinching a nipple with each hand. Hailey was amazed that Shawna was simply allowing her to fondle her daughters’ breasts in full view as if nothing were amiss. But these two vixens weren’t content with simple nipple play for long.

Missy and Chelsea each lowered their mouths to Hailey’s perky breasts and began to suckle her hard nipples. Hailey put a hand on each girl’s head and stroked their hair affectionately as they licked and nibbled her. Shawna smiled approvingly at them all as if everything was perfectly normal.

“Okay, girls, time to finish up,” said Shawna, noticing how late it was getting. “Wash your bottoms and then we can get you two off to bed.”

As usual, Chelsea went first. She moved away from Hailey and stood up with her back turned towards her little sister. Shawna handed Missy a soapy washcloth, which she used to give Chelsea’s plump bottom a good scrubbing all over. She ran the cloth up and down Chelsea’s crack until the white suds were dripping out from between her cheeks. This was where they usually switched places so that Chelsea could clean Missy’s bottom.

Missy obviously had other ideas. “I want Hailey to wash me,” she announced boldly.

“Hailey, would you mind?” Shawna asked.

“Really? I was hoping you’d ask!” said Hailey, taking the washcloth Missy held out. She tried to contain her excitement, but failed at it completely. She had been thinking about this kid’s butt for hours, and now she was finally going to get a chance to fondle it.

Hailey took to the task with great enthusiasm. First, she soaped up Missy’s round little bum, loving how soft and smooth it was.

“Now bend forward, sweetie,” she said. “I don’t want to miss anything.”

Missy wasted no time, bending forward and shamelessly spreading herself open to give Hailey total access to her tiny anus. Hailey cleaned Missy’s crack thoroughly, and the girl giggled each time Hailey’s fingers brushed against her butthole. Missy’s giggles turned into gasps as Hailey began to press a soapy finger against the ten-year-old’s rectum. Hailey finally stopped when Missy looked like she was going to pass out from the pleasure, then finished by giving the child a loud, smacking kiss on each of her buttocks.

Once everyone was clean, Shawna ordered them all out of the tub. They dried each other off and left the towels on the rack. Nobody wanted to put their clothes back on. Shawna took Chelsea’s hand and Hailey took Missy’s. Shawna led them all into the master bedroom which had a king-sized bed perfect for their little group. The girls climbed onto the bed and waited for Hailey and their mother to join them.

Hailey crawled toward the girls with a sexy feline grace. She stopped directly between them, then cocked her head to one side to face Chelsea. Their faces were mere inches apart. The twelve-year-old smiled, then closed her eyes and puckered her lips for a kiss. Hailey was happy to oblige and pressed her lips lightly against Chelsea’s.

Not wanting to leave the younger sister out, Hailey turned her head the other way and gave Missy a kiss as well. But Missy didn’t want a quick peck like the one Chelsea had gotten. She moved in hard and pressed her small mouth firmly against Hailey’s. Surprised and pleased, Hailey responded in kind and the two kissed deeply. Missy parted her lips so Hailey slipped her tongue deep into the little girl’s mouth.

As they continued to kiss, their tongues wrestled and danced together. Wanting to participate, Chelsea slid her hand down Hailey’s belly and into her blonde bush. She stroked it lovingly as she watched her little sister making out with the pretty teen.

By now, Hailey was becoming wet from Chelsea’s insistent fingering. She broke her kiss with Missy, and turned towards the older sister. They locked lips, and soon Hailey and Chelsea were sharing a passionate French kiss. Chelsea’s fingers slipped between the lips of Hailey’s vagina, wriggling deeper and deeper inside her. Missy began fingering her new friend as well, and Hailey couldn’t stay still. She turned to face this way and that, taking turns making out with both girls as their fingers probed her relentlessly.

“Don’t forget, we also have toys to play with, girls,” Shawna said.

Reluctantly, the three young ladies broke up their kissing game.

“Can I go first, Mommy?” Missy asked.

“No, Missy got to do the Pizza Dare,” Chelsea complained. “I should get to go first.”

“Pizza Dare?” exclaimed Hailey. “I love those videos! It’s why I like to deliver pizza. I knew that’s what you were doing, and that’s why I played along. It’s also why I came back.”

“Well, since Hailey is our guest tonight, I think we should let her go first, don’t you?” Shawna asked. Both girls nodded in agreement. “And I think we should let her have first pick of the toys, too.”

“Ooh, lucky me!” Hailey replied.

Shawna brought the girl a wicker basket containing a collection of sex toys.

“Use mine!” Missy said, pointing to a little pink butt plug.

“That’s too small for her,” said Shawna. “Pick one of the bigger ones, those are mine.”

“Okay,” said Hailey, thinking. She pointed to a large yellow plug and said, “That one!”

Shawna plucked the yellow plug out of the basket and gave it to Chelsea, then handed a large, full bottle of baby oil to Missy, who needed no guidance on what it was for.

Once Hailey was on her belly, she raised her butt up slightly. Missy lay between her legs and spread her cheeks wide open. Next, she scooted up and happily buried her small face between Hailey’s tanned buttocks, working her tongue as deeply into the teen’s anus as she could. She didn’t stop until everything was nice and slippery and wet inside Hailey, who was panting with pleasure.

When she was satisfied Hailey was ready, Missy tested how loose the older girl was by burying two fingers up to the knuckle in Hailey’s butthole. Perfect! Everything was smooth and slippery. Next, Missy squirted baby oil all over Hailey’s backside and used her hands to rub it into every inch of the girl’s obliging rear.

Next, Missy spread Hailey’s cheeks open wide to allow Shawna and Chelsea a nice close-up view of Hailey’s wet asshole. Missy placed the tip of the plug against the teenager’s anus and began pressing it slowly, steadily, deeply into her rectum. Hailey’s face twisted with pleasure as she struggled to take the entire bulb of the plug. Once it was securely clenched inside her anus, Hailey let out a long, contented sigh.

“God, I feel so full,” she groaned. “It’s wonderful. Thank you, sweet girl!”

Now it was Chelsea’s turn. The twelve-year-old lay on her belly with her chubby white bum on offer. Chelsea selected her favorite butt plug, a translucent purple beauty with two bulbs on it. Missy immediately set to work, lubricating her big sister’s anal toy in her mouth.

While Missy continued, Hailey pressed her face deep into Chelsea’s ass crack. She used her wet tongue to plunge past the twelve-year-old’s rosebud and deep into her anus, using her saliva to lubricate everything she could.

Hailey loved how smooth and soft Chelsea’s butt cheeks felt against her face and the wonderful taste of her freshly-cleaned bottom. Chelsea began moaning more loudly as Hailey treated her ass to the same baby-oil massage she had just enjoyed. Soon, Chelsea’s entire butt was nicely oiled and her anus super-slippery.

Missy was now poised for action. She had her sister’s purple plug covered with her saliva. With a delighted smile, Missy slid next to Chelsea and began pushing the plug deep into the girl’s loose bum. Chelsea moaned and gasped as each bulb cleared her sphincter. Once it was in all the way, Chelsea lay there contentedly while rocking slightly to increase the sensation.

“How does that beautiful bum of yours feel now, Chelsea?” her mother asked.

“Oooh, Mommy, it feels reeealy great!” She was almost purring.

Finally, it was Missy’s turn. Instead of lying on her belly, she chose to get on her back, a pillow propping up her head. Chelsea straddled Missy’s head and lifted her sister’s bum up off the bed. holding her ankles and spreading the girl’s short legs wide apart.

Hailey took a second pillow and propped up Missy’s bottom from underneath, so her ass was totally accessible. Chelsea looked down lovingly at her sister. The child’s breasts, pussy, and anus were all in full view.

“I want to use your big green plug, Mommy,” Missy told her mother. “And I want Hailey to get me ready!”

Hailey couldn’t believe that this beautiful naked cherub of a girl was pleading to be violated in so many unimaginable ways. What had started as a routine pizza delivery several hours ago had now morphed into the fulfillment of all of Hailey’s wildest sexual fantasies at once! Her pussy was aching to be touched, and she suspected she could come just from thinking about it.

“Honey, that plug’s too big for you,” Shawna replied. “Why don’t you use one of yours instead?”

“No fair,” Missy complained, “you let Chelsea use it.”

“Chelsea’s bottom isn’t as tight as yours, Missy, I don’t want to hurt you,” her mother explained.

“I can take it, Mommy. All of it. I know I can!” said Missy. “Please let me try… Pleeease?”

“Okay,” said Shawna, “but we’ll have to make sure we really lube and stretch you first.”

“That’s why I want Hailey to do me!” Missy cried.

Shawna nodded to Hailey, who was now kneeling and licking her lips. She leaned down to whisper to Missy. “Okay, If that’s what you really want, I’d be happy to get you ready. I’m going to start with something very, very special that I know you’re going to love.“

Hailey moved to the end of the bed until she was face-to-face with Missy’s bald slit. Hailey knew from experience that her own pussy and anus were always more relaxed after an orgasm. She was sure that Missy would have a fighting chance with the large butt plug after a good climax.

Missy’s feet were still up in the air and Chelsea held her legs spread wide apart. The blonde teen spread open the little girl’s labia and licked at her delicious honeypot. Missy squirmed as Hailey took her time savoring the taste of this ripe pre-teen beauty. Hailey started by probing as deeply into Missy’s juicy girlhood as her tongue would allow. Once Missy was good and wet, she slipped a finger inside the child’s pink pussy, trailing her tongue up to firmly lick Missy’s little bud of a clit at the same time.

Missy had never experienced so much sexual stimulation all at once. She twisted and groaned and strained against Chelsea’s grip as she welcomed these new sensations. Hailey continued to stroke and lick the little girl’s beautiful pussy as Missy ascended higher and higher.

Suddenly Missy tensed every muscle in her body as she called out Hailey’s name over and over again. The walls of her vagina squeezed against Hailey’s finger and tongue, trying to wring every ounce of enjoyment from them. Missy’s spasms continued like shockwaves, starting at her kitty and shooting through her in all directions.

“Hailey, I’ve never felt like that before. What was… I mean, how did you…?”

“That was an orgasm, Missy. It’s the most amazing sensation in the world, especially when it goes on and on like yours just did.”

“I want to do it again! You’re the best, Hailey.”

“I’m pretty sure your Mom and sister are going to be helping you do just that. Hopefully that was just the first of many.” Hailey smiled as she hugged and kissed Missy.

“After you climax like that, your pelvic muscles relax and it’s easier to insert an anal plug.

“Or did you forget…?”

“No! I still want Mom’s green plug. Would you help me get it in there… please?”

Chelsea let go of Missy’s ankles and the ten-year-old turned over. Hailey began by gently slapping Missy’s fanny, making it jiggle adorably. Then she gently kissed the little girl on her right butt cheek, then on the left, then back to the right side. Missy’s skin felt so incredibly smooth and soft against her lips.

Squeezing Missy’s plump cheeks together, Hailey dragged her tongue along the length of the crack, then began hungrily kissing and licking every inch of the girl’s ample backside. She tasted so delicious that Hailey never wanted to stop.

Now she spread Missy’s ass wide open and buried her mouth in the little girl’s crack. It felt and smelled and tasted so fresh and innocent. She kissed the girl’s tender anus deeply and passionately, as if she had been French kissing the child’s mouth instead.

Chelsea knew it would soon be time for the big event, and she was determined to do her part. She began vigorously licking Mommy’s green plug until it glistened with the moisture from her mouth. Then Shawna handed her a bottle of cherry-flavored lube with a long dispenser tip to apply to the plug.

As Chelsea worked, Hailey licked and coated Missy’s anus with her saliva until finally, she had Missy ready. She fretted about whether the plug would safely fit, hoping that Missy would be able to take it all. The prospect of watching her try was thrilling.

Chelsea spread Missy’s chubby legs wide apart. Now Hailey inserted the tip of the lube bottle as deep into Missy’s bottom as she could, then squeezed. Missy squealed and giggled at the feeling. Pink gel was now leaking from Missy’s anus and down her crack.

It was time. Hailey got the wet plug from Chelsea and carefully pressed the tip against Missy’s little hole. Hailey’s pussy was dripping in anticipation of seeing this girl’s adorable butt stuffed with something so big.

Missy closed her eyes and clenched her teeth as she tried to focus on taking the big toy into her body. Hailey pushed a little harder, and the ten-year-old began groaning at the sensation of being penetrated by something that large.

As the toy went deeper into her hole, Shawna told her how beautiful she looked. Chelsea added more words of encouragement for her little sister. Missy was sweating and grunting and her body glistened as she exerted herself. Finally, Hailey gave one last push and the plug slid in all the way.

Missy’s groans turned into whimpering sounds as her sphincter tightened around the neck of the plug. “See, Mommy, I told you I could take it all!” the little girl gasped proudly, trying to catch her breath.

Missy stood up carefully and walked back and forth across the room like a runway model. She loved the feeling of her bottom being so full. In fact, her mother loved the display so much that she told all three girls to pretend they were modeling butt plugs for a magazine. Each girl strutted and posed for Shawna.

Missy looked especially like a perfectly innocent little girl, at least until she spun around and revealed the base of the big toy sticking out from between her cheeks.

“I think it’s Mommy’s turn now!” said Missy.

“Uh-oh, Mommy’s turn for what, troublemaker?” Shawna replied.

“We’ve all had our bottoms filled up, and now it’s your turn!” the girl said.

“What should we fill it with?” Shawna asked.

“Maybe we could show Hailey the new game we’ve been playing!” Chelsea suggested.

“Yeah, Mommy, can we?” Missy asked.

“I would love that, girls,” Shawna replied. “Hailey, would you mind loosening me up a little back there?”

“I’d love to!” Hailey replied. “I’ve never done this to a grown woman before now. Which toy do you want to use?”

“We’re not going to use a toy; you’re going to use that slender hand of yours instead,” Shawna told her. Hailey looked surprised for a moment, then smiled mischievously at the idea.

“The girls love taking turns on me and it drives me crazy,” Shana continued. Your hand is about the same size as Chelsea’s. I’ve been fantasizing all night about your long fingers being stuffed all the way inside me. Would you do it?”

Hailey nodded silently. This was a night she’d never forget.

“We’ll get you ready first, just the way you like it, Mommy!” cried Missy.

Shawna bent over, spreading her ass cheeks with her well-practiced hands. Her girls pressed their mouths close together, and Shawna jerked as she felt two little tongues, taking turns licking her butthole. Hailey watched in awe as Chelsea licked up and down her mother’s crack before beginning to work on loosening up her hole. Chelsea then turned her face to Missy’s and the two sisters began to kiss deeply, sharing the taste of their beautiful mother’s ass.

Missy went next, licking Shawna up and down just as Chelsea had done, so happy to be showing love to her mommy this way. Chelsea spread Shawna’s butt cheeks as wide as she could and the ten-year-old spit into her mommy’s butt one last time before sharing another kiss with her big sister.

Once Shawna’s butt was well-lubricated, Chelsea grabbed the bottle of cherry lube and inserted the tip deeply into Shawna’s anus. She gave the bottle a long squeeze until the lube started flowing out of her ass like it had for Missy.

Hailey now coated her hand completely with the slippery lube. It was slender, but to her it looked too big to fit in a woman’s rectum. Shawna seemed confident, though, so Hailey didn’t hold back. She began with three fingers, easily working them deep into Shawna’s core. She added a fourth finger and worked it slowly inside until she felt the older woman relax. Finally, Hailey tucked her thumb into the palm of her hand and pushed.

“Unggghh… that feels so fucking good, Hailey.”

“Mommy said a bad word!” Missy said, giggling. At that moment, she was standing on the floor beside Hailey, looking down at her mom’s backside, now almost filled with Hailey’s hand. She reached out to touch the folds of her mother’s wet pussy and began sliding her fingers in and out. Her right hand found Hailey’s blonde bush, touching the teen’s cunt.

Hailey’s hand was now almost up to her wrist in Shawna’s anus. The woman moaned each time Hailey pumped her hand in and out of the opening. Thinking about how full her own plug made her feel, Hailey couldn’t imagine what Shawna must be experiencing, but the sexy single mother sure seemed to be enjoying it.

Suddenly the girls were standing on either side of Hailey, pressing against her and Shawna, anxious to show their new friend their special trick.

“Now it’s our turn!” Chelsea announced confidently.

The girls were anxious to show their new friend their special trick. Hailey removed her hand and stepped aside as the two sisters took her place. They each coated one hand with lubricant.

Shawna still lay face down on the bed with her eyes closed, but she knew what was coming next.

Okay, Mommy. Time to lift up your bum for your special surprise,” Missy announced.

Shawna lifted her ass up in the air. Chelsea slid her hand inside her mom’s anus, just as Hailey had. The woman groaned with pleasure as the sensation of fullness was restored.

Then, to Hailey’s surprise, Missy reached underneath her mom and slid her hand all the way into Shawna’s pussy. Shawna grunted at first. When Missy was fully inside, she let out a long cry of “Aaaaah, fuuuuck!”

Slowly the girls started to alternate strokes as they worked their fists in and out of their mother with a practiced rhythm. Hailey watched in amazement. One pushed in as the other pulled out… over and over again. It was the most erotic thing Hailey had ever seen. Soon the room was full of sucking and squishing sounds as the two girls continued fisting their own mother.

“Faster!” hissed Shawna, focused only on her rising pleasure.

The girls happily complied and began kissing their mother’s bottom all over. Finally, Shawna couldn’t hold back any longer — she bucked and thrashed against the tiny hands as they thrust deep inside her, crying and whimpering as her orgasm played out. With one final groan, she collapsed on the bed. The sheets were wet with saliva, lube and pussy juice. The girls held on, their hands still inside their mother’s holes as Shawna finally began to relax.

Shawna moaned weakly as she lay on the bed. “Mommy loves you so much… you are such good little girls… making Mommy’s bottom feel so good… my beautiful babies…”

The girls finally pulled their hands free from their mom’s stretched-out openings. Shawna lay there spent as all three girls exchanged glances.

“I’m still horny as hell!” Hailey declared. “Who wants to make love to me this time?”

“Me!” both girls cried in unison.

“Okay then, I guess it’s my turn to teach you girls a game. It’s called Daisy Chain.”

Soon, all three of them were stretched out on the bed, each girl firmly sucking and fingering the next girl’s pussy. First one would shake and spasm in pleasure, then another, until they had all come twice or more. At some point Shawna rolled over and joined in the fun. It was sheer bliss for all involved.

By this time, Hailey had come repeatedly and was happily spent. She was glad to have texted her mom earlier that she was staying overnight at a friend’s house. She would never have been able to drive after this.

Finally, exhausted, they lay together on the bed in a tangle of arms and legs.

“Oh my gosh, that was so much fun,” Chelsea said.

“Come here, girls,” said Shawna. “All three of you.”

Hailey, Missy, and Chelsea snuggled together naked with Shawna between the sheets.

“I can never thank you enough for this wonderful evening,” Hailey told them. “I hope you’ll be ordering another pizza soon!” They all laughed and hugged one more time.

The girls finally pulled out each other’s plugs and returned them to the toy box. Then they paired off to get some much-needed sleep. The lights went out, and soon all four drifted into a deep slumber to dream of the games they had enjoyed together.

The End

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Idol, Part One

  • Posted on November 30, 2019 at 4:30 pm

By No One

The school bus was filled with loud chatter and excited cries on this Friday afternoon, everyone looking forward to getting home for the weekend. Zoe shared the feeling, but things were getting a little too noisy for her taste so she put her earbuds in to drown out the racket with the awesome music of Shana Belle, her favorite singer.

The catchy melodies soon had Zoe completely forgetting her surroundings, as they often did. She found herself mouthing the words to the lyrics—she knew every line by heart, of course. She must have listened to this album a million times already, but it never got old.

It took her a moment to realize that Nancy, her fourth-grade classmate sitting next to her, was trying to get her attention. Zoe pulled out one earbud. “Huh? What?”

“I said, ‘What are you listening to?’ ”

On the bench in front of them, Zoe’s best friend Jen turned around to face them, rolling her eyes. “Do you even have to ask? She only ever listens to one thing.”

Zoe shrugged. “Shana’s the best. Why would I want to hear anything else?”

“Shana Belle, huh? Yeah, she’s cool,” Nancy said. “But I like Taylor Swift better.”

“What? No way.” This was an argument Zoe had engaged in many times. Taylor seemed to be the more popular of the two for some reason, but Zoe couldn’t imagine why. “I mean, Taylor is okay and all, but Shana is… is…” She struggled to find the right words to express how amazing Shana was. “Her music shows artistry and depth rarely seen in other pop starlets,” Zoe finally said, with an air of authority. It was a line she’d picked up from a magazine, but Nancy didn’t need to know that.

“You’re not gonna win this one,” Jen told Nancy. “Ever seen Zoe’s room? It’s like, Shana posters on every wall, stack of magazines about Shana—who even reads magazines anymore?—all the CDs and the records, a Shana calendar, even. Shana Shana Shana.”

Nancy laughed. “Big fan, huh?”

“I’m surprised she’s not wearing one of her Shana shirts right now.”

“Um, they’re all in the laundry,” Zoe admitted, now a bit embarrassed. So maybe she was a little obsessed. Still, Shana was so pretty, why wouldn’t Zoe want to be surrounded by her pictures? “Well, you’re just jealous of my cool room.”

Jen rolled her eyes and looked like she was about to shoot back something, but Zoe forestalled her. “Anyway! This is my stop, see ya on Monday.”

The other girls made their goodbyes, and Zoe stepped off the bus. She walked the short distance to her apartment building and climbed the stairs two by two up to the third floor, where she lived. She was met with a delicious smell, making her stomach growl. Her mom had Fridays off, and she usually spent part of the day preparing food in advance for the coming week.

“Hi, Mom!” Zoe called out as she took off her shoes and coat.

“Hey, honey. How was school?”

“Good, I guess. There was a test in math, but I think I did okay.” Zoe entered the kitchen, where her mom was indeed busy preparing food—meatballs, by the looks of it. Looking in the pantry cabinet, she was tempted by the box of chocolate chip cookies, but she knew what the reaction would be—”Zoe, you’re gonna spoil your dinner!”—so she grabbed a banana instead.

“That’s good,” her mother replied, stirring a large pot of marinara sauce. “Any homework for the weekend?”

“Nope.” When her mom gave her a skeptical look, she added, “No, really! There was a grammar worksheet, but I did it during lunch break. Um, do you need help with that?” She nodded towards the food, but she was reasonably confident that doing her homework early and actually offering to help would net her enough Good Girl points to get out of chores.

Her mom smiled. “Thanks, but I got it. You can go play until dinner.” As expected.

Zoe pondered how to spend the rest of the afternoon. Maybe watch some TV, or read a magazine. Re-read, more like. She did, in fact, have a big stack of magazines featuring Shana Belle, and she’d pored over each one a hundred times, memorizing every detail about her idol.

Recently, she’d gotten a new one that wasn’t exactly what she had expected, though. She’d spotted it on the rack at the grocery store and noticed a feature about Shana in it, so of course she’d begged to have it. Used to requests like that, her mom didn’t pay much attention to the mag and put it in her cart.

Once home, Zoe had excitedly leafed through her new mag until she found the article about Shana, and found that it was actually a whole photoshoot. And the clothes were kind of… skimpy. Glamour, the mag called it. There was Shana in a bikini, and one where she wore only a small tank top and panties, and some that were even more revealing.

Zoe had never seen Shana quite like that before, and was fascinated by these provocative shots. Shana had to be the most beautiful person in the world. Zoe wasn’t too sure she liked the idea that just anyone could see these intimate photos, but had to admit that she enjoyed looking at them herself. They made her feel a little funny for some reason, like butterflies in her tummy.

Her favorite was one where Shana was wearing tiny shorts and some kind of jacket with nothing underneath. Only her beautiful dark hair falling over her chest kept her boobs from view… though not completely. Just thinking about it made Zoe’s heart skip a beat, though she couldn’t exactly explain why.

That magazine seemed like a fine way to pass the time right now. She kept it hidden under the whole pile because she wasn’t sure what her parents would think of it. As she was walking towards her room, though, the phone rang.

“Sweetie, can you get that? My hands are all dirty here.”

“Okay!” Zoe made her way to the living room and picked up the phone. “Hello?”

“Hello! Can I speak to Miss Zoe Price, please?” It was a man’s voice that Zoe didn’t recognize. He sounded strangely enthusiastic, like someone you might hear doing a TV commercial.

“Um, that’s me,” Zoe hesitantly answered. Nobody had ever called her “miss” before.

“Good! The same Zoe Price who participated in Star Magazine’s ‘Meet Shana Belle’ contest?”

Zoe gasped. She had nearly forgotten about that contest. She’d filled out an entry months ago, but had never really expected to hear back about it. “Y-yes! Did… did I win?”

“You just might have! If you can answer the following question, which only a true fan of Shana Belle would know.”

Zoe’s stomach twisted into knots. A question. She had to answer this correctly. This was it, the most important moment of her life. A chance to meet Shana! If she missed it, she might just die. No, she had this. She knew everything there was to know about Shana. Favorite food, childhood nickname, every single word of her lyrics. Everything. But what if he asked something weird about recording studios or producers or whatever? Zoe didn’t really care about that stuff.

She was starting to panic when the man continued. “The question is… How old is Shana Belle?”

Zoe blinked. “Is that it?” she couldn’t help asking. That was his big question? What kind of idiot wouldn’t know that?

“Yes, that’s the question. How old is Shana? Do you know?”

“Of course I know. She’s 23. Her birthday is April 16th, so she’ll be 24 in three months,” she added for good measure.

“Zoe.”

“Y-yes?”

“That’s… correct! You have just won a trip to Los Angeles for yourself and a person of your choice, to meet Shana Belle and hang out with her for a day, then attend one of her concerts from a front-row seat!”

“Omigod omigod omigod! For real? Like, the real real Shana?” Zoe blurted out. It seemed like a silly thing to say, but she knew that, for instance, if you went to Disney World, you didn’t meet the real Mickey Mouse. Of course, Shana wasn’t a cartoon character, so that was probably a little different.

“The real Shana! Now, it says here you’re nine years old, is that right?”

“Yes. But I’ll be ten soon. My birthday is a week after Shana’s, isn’t that cool?”

“Very cool. But I’m going to need to talk to your parents to get permission, and sort out the details.”

“Okay, hold on.” She ran to the kitchen, waving the phone wildly. “Mom, Mom! I won! I won!”

Zoe’s mom raised her eyebrows in surprise. “What? Won? Who is that on the phone? I heard you shouting.”

“The Shana contest! Remember? I won!”

“Oh, really? Hang on a minute.” She washed her hands, then picked up the phone. “Hello?”

For a minute or so, all Zoe heard was “yes” and “uh-huh” from her mom, who finally asked, “And this is all expenses paid?” She seemed relieved at the answer.

Zoe wasn’t really listening anymore, though. All she could think about was that she was going to meet Shana. Beautiful, amazing Shana. This was the best day of her life. Well, for now. The day she went to L.A. would be even better.

* * *

The month-long wait before the trip had been a test in endurance, but now, finally, Zoe was stepping off the plane in Los Angeles. It was the first time she’d ever flown, and not only once, but twice—since there was no direct flight from her home state, they’d had to stop in Denver.

Mostly, she’d enjoyed the experience. It had been very impressive to watch the ground and everything on it get smaller as the plane rose into the sky. A sudden bout of turbulence had been pretty scary, though, and she’d had to hold tightly to her mother’s hand.

They’d left at 7 a.m. amid light snow, and now, almost six hours later, it wasn’t even noon, and warm enough to go out wearing a t-shirt. Zoe understood why, of course, but it still seemed magical to her.

“Well, here we are,” her mother said. “Someone is supposed to be waiting for us near the exit.”

Zoe wished she could have brought along her friend Jen—even if the girl didn’t appreciate Shana as much as she should—but the contest prize was only for two people, and a pair of fourth-graders really couldn’t have traveled without an adult. Even Zoe’s dad had to stay home, as they couldn’t spare the money for an extra plane ticket.

Still, now that she was here, Zoe was super excited, literally bouncing up and down with enthusiasm. They fetched their luggage, then she had some fun sitting on her suitcase and rolling around in the giant hallways of the airport. That is, until she nearly crashed into another group of tourists, and her mom made her stop.

When they exited the terminal, there was a crowd of people waiting, some holding signs with names on them, just like she’d seen in movies. It took a moment, but they finally spotted a man who had their names printed on his sign, and went over to him.

“Welcome to Los Angeles,” he said. “My name is Matthew. Please follow me, and we will be right on our way.” He had a British accent and was wearing some kind of chauffeur’s uniform, also like in the movies.

“Do you know Shana?” Zoe asked him as they walked.

“Yes, indeed. I am Miss Belle’s driver and personal assistant.”

“You must be around her a lot, then. You’re so lucky.” When the man didn’t comment, she added, “Are we gonna see her soon?”

“Yes, quite soon. We will be picking her up from the recording studio on our way to her estate.”

Matthew led them to the parking garage, and Zoe’s eyes went wide when she saw what awaited them there. Not just a fancy car, as she might have expected, but a real limousine. It was by far the biggest car she’d ever seen in person, and now it looked like she was about to ride in it.

“Miss,” Matthew said as he opened the door and motioned her in.

Zoe climbed into the car carefully, looking around in amazement. “Wow!” The passenger area was bigger than her parents’ entire car. The “back seat” was shaped like a U and actually covered three sides of the limo. There was even a TV! She sat down on one side, then her mom got in as well, taking the spot in front of Zoe and looking rather impressed herself.

“We will be on our way shortly. There is a minibar with some snacks in the back, feel free to take anything you want,” Matthew said before closing the door.

Curious, Zoe looked around and spotted the tiny fridge above the seat on one side. She scooched over to take a look and found it contained water bottles, different kinds of pop, and various kinds of candy. With a sheepish smile at her mom, she grabbed a Kit Kat bar. “Want anything, Mom?”

“Just a water. Thanks, honey.”

As she nibbled at her candy, Zoe watched the scenery outside stream by, the buildings getting bigger and taller as they drove into downtown L.A. Many were bigger than anything she’d seen back home.

Zoe was growing more and more nervous as they got closer to their destination. She was about to meet Shana. The Shana Belle. A genuine superstar, and just about the most important person in Zoe’s life… other than her parents and close friends. Probably.

What if she said something stupid, or made a fool of herself? She wasn’t even sure if she should call her “Shana”, or “Miss Belle” as Matthew did. Or maybe by her real name? Her head full of Shana trivia, Zoe knew that “Shana Belle” was just an artist name, of course, but she wasn’t sure what people called her behind the scenes.

Worse, what if Shana didn’t even want to hang out with some silly kid? Maybe she’d had to do the contest for publicity, or maybe she thought someone more interesting would win. What if she saw Zoe as an annoying brat?

Her mind occupied by these doubts, Zoe was startled when the car finally stopped in front of a tall skyscraper. Frantically, her eyes scanned the people on the sidewalk. Was Shana here?

There, at the back, leaning against the building, Zoe recognized her instantly, even with sunglasses on—she’d spent enough time gazing at Shana’s pictures to know her anywhere.

Shana straightened up and began moving towards them when she noticed the limo pull up. She was beautiful, of course. Her curly dark hair falling down her back, her slim figure and long legs, everything about her seemed perfect. Zoe had thought more than a few times that Shana must be what an angel looked like.

Shana was wearing a simple t-shirt and shorts, not unlike something Zoe might wear herself on a summer day—though she had jeans on at the moment, because it had been winter when she left that morning. It was a far cry from the fancier—or more revealing—outfits that Zoe had seen Shana wear, but it was actually nice to see the star in everyday clothes, and of course, they still looked fantastic on her. Zoe glanced down at her own chest, wondering if it was tacky of her to wear a Shana shirt today.

Shana was speaking on a phone as she came forward. Zoe felt that there should be a red carpet or something under her feet. Maybe that was more for coming out of a limo at some big event, but still, Shana deserved it. The people on the sidewalk didn’t even seem to recognize her, that was crazy.

As Shana came close, Zoe could hear the last part of her conversation. “Look, I don’t give a fuck if it’s complicated. What am I paying you for? Just make it happen.”

A quick glance sideways reassured Zoe that her mother hadn’t heard the curse word. That was probably for the best. Shana sounded really mad, though. That couldn’t be good. There was no way that she’d be in the mood to hang out with some kid she didn’t even know.

Zoe nervously watched as her idol climbed into the car, but to her great relief, Shana took one look at her then flashed a bright smile.

“Hey there. You must be Zoe.” Shana took off the sunglasses, revealing her beautiful blue eyes. “I’m Shana,” she added with a wink. “Cool shirt. That’s actually my favorite design.”

Zoe giggled and shook the offered hand. Touching the real, actual Shana Belle sent those familiar butterflies to her belly and got her tongue all tied up, so she only managed to nod. She could barely believe this was happening. Shana was just as beautiful in real life.

“I’m Helen, Zoe’s mother. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Belle,” her mom said.

“Oh, please, it’s ‘Shana.’ Nice to meet you.” After shaking hands, Shana turned back to Zoe. “You two had a nice morning, I hope? Flew in?”

“Yes.” Nervous to be talking to her heroine, Zoe’s voice came out as an embarrassing little squeak, so she cleared her throat and tried again. “Yes. It was really cool! My first time flying, ever. We could see the clouds below us and everything! Um, I didn’t like it so much when the plane got all shaky, though…”

Shana smiled. “Yeah, turbulence can be scary at first, but you get used to it. It’s not dangerous. Trust me, I’ve taken the plane hundreds of times and never crashed, not even once.”

Zoe laughed and nodded. Of course, Shana had to have flown so many times for media appearances and touring that there wasn’t anything new Zoe could tell her about it. She tried to think of something interesting to say to fill the silence, but could only come up with, “So, um… how was your morning?”

“Hmm, pretty good, I guess, all things considered. Some annoying crap to deal with, but we finally finished recording the new single, so that’s a relief.”

Zoe gasped. “A new single?”

“Ah, yeah. I guess that’s not public knowledge yet. It should be out in a month or two.” Shana considered Zoe for a moment, a sly smile growing on her lips. She fished in her handbag and pulled out a small USB drive. “Say, I happen to have it right here. Would you like to be the first person in the world to hear it?”

“Omigod yes!” Zoe couldn’t believe her luck.

Shana chuckled at her enthusiasm. “Now, this isn’t the final mix yet. There’s still some… fiddling around left to do, so it probably won’t sound exactly like this when it’s out on Spotify or whatever, but it should give you a good idea.”

“That’s okay!”

Shana plugged the drive into a music system that Zoe hadn’t even noticed, off to one side—this car really had everything!—and after a few seconds, the song started playing.

Zoe was all ears as the first notes came out of the car speakers, taking in the new piece of music. It was beautiful, of course, as she would have expected. A little slower and more melancholy than usual, but still recognizable as Shana’s style. She listened to the whole thing without saying a word, her attention entirely focused on the song.

“Well, what do you think?” Shana asked after it was over.

“Wow, it was soooo good! Kinda different, but still really great. Thank you so much for letting me hear it.” Zoe already felt like listening to the song all over again.

Shana smiled. “You are very welcome. And thank you, I’m glad you liked it so much. I’m thinking the piano should probably be just a smidge softer in that quiet part, though, and the chorus… Well, anyway, I won’t bore you with those details.” She seemed to be taking notes on her phone as she spoke.

“I guess that’s the song I’ll be hearing over and over for the next few months, then,” Zoe’s mom said, apparently trying to be funny.

“Mom! That’s rude,” Zoe hissed. She couldn’t believe her mother would embarrass her in front of Shana like that.

But Shana only laughed. “It just might be, sounds like it’s already a hit with Zoe here. Sorry about that.” She winked at Zoe before turning back to her mom. “Um, you know, come to think of it, this must all be pretty boring for you. Now, this is just a thought, but… My favorite day spa is on our way, best in the city. If you want, we could drop you off there, pick you back up for dinner. Get an afternoon of massages, facial, manicure, all that good stuff. I’m a member there, so it won’t cost you a dime.”

Her mom’s eyebrows rose up, as did Zoe’s, but probably for different reasons. Could she really spend the afternoon alone with Shana, without her mom there to say stupid things and annoy them? That would be so awesome.

“Oh, well, that all sounds really nice, but… I don’t really think I should leave Zoe,” her mom said, though she seemed to be very tempted by the offer.

“It’s not a problem. It’ll just be the two of us, I’ll be sure to keep an eye on her. We’ll probably do karaoke all afternoon or something. What do you think, Zoe?”

“Karaoke together? Ooooh, yes! That would be so cool!” Singing with Shana sounded just like a dream. In fact, Zoe was sure she’d dreamed about that before.

Her mom looked less than enthusiastic about the prospect of karaoke, though. In fact, Shana might have just said the exact thing that was needed to convince her to leave them alone. “Um, yes, that’s not really my kind of thing… and I’ve never been to one of those nice spa places before… Hmmm, well, Zoe, do you think it would be okay if—”

“Yes! It’s fine,” Zoe quickly interrupted.

Maybe she’d been a little too eager, because her mom gave her a look, but then she nodded. “Well, it looks like that’s settled, then. Thank you for the generous offer, Shana.”

“Oh, my pleasure. Don’t worry about it.” Shana pushed a button on the car door. “Matthew, could you make a stop by the spa? We’ll be dropping Helen off there.”

“Of course, Miss Belle,” came the reply through the speakers.

A few minutes later, the car stopped in front of a fancy-looking building. “You can leave the luggage here, just take what you need with you. Matthew will make sure it gets to your hotel room.” Shana pressed the button again. “Matthew, can you go in and set things up so that she’s all covered on my membership? Oh, and get her phone number, okay?”

“Certainly.”

“Thanks.” Shana turned back to Zoe’s mom. “We’ll text you with the dinner plans.”

“Sounds good. Thank you, again. Well, sweetie, I’ll see you later, okay?”

Her mom still looked unsure whether she was doing the right thing, so Zoe gave her a big reassuring hug. “Okay, cool! Have fun, Mom!”

The car door closed, and now she was alone with Shana, sitting right next to her. The singer smiled, and Zoe’s heart skipped a beat. Stop being weird, she told herself. She looked around, trying to find something to say. “This car is so cool. Do you always ride in it?”

Shana chuckled. “Oh, no. It’s a bit much for everyday use, you know? I only use a limo to make a big entrance at some events… or to impress a special guest.” She winked at Zoe, then reached out to brush her cheek.

Zoe felt her face grow warm. Special guest, she liked that. But being so close to Shana made her feel all kinds of weird. Blown away that she was meeting her idol, too shy to actually speak to her, and… other feelings that she couldn’t quite put into words.

Luckily, Shana seemed to be the exact opposite: completely at ease and happy to carry the conversation. “So, are you looking forward to the show tonight?”

Zoe’s excitement quickly got the better of her shyness. “Yes! Omigod, I’ve been wanting to see you in concert for so long! But, um, you never play near where I live…”

“Oh? Where’s that again?”

“North Dakota.”

Shana made a face. “Ah, yeah, um, that’s not really on the typical tour itinerary… Hmm, an untapped market, maybe?”

“I would so go!”

“Then it would be worth it. I’ll look into it.” Shana gave Zoe’s thigh a quick pat. “What songs do you most want to hear tonight?”

As their car resumed its journey, Zoe gushed about her favorite songs, her reserve soon fading away. To her delight, Shana assured her that many of those were on the setlist for the show.

After a twenty-minute ride, the car turned into a wide driveway. Distracted by the conversation, Zoe hadn’t been paying much attention to her surroundings, but now she took a look outside and was very impressed to see the large mansion they were driving towards. It looked like something out of a movie. “Wow! That house is huge!”

“Welcome to Beverly Hills,” Shana said, amused by her reaction. She got out of the car and held the door open for Zoe.

Eyes wide, Zoe looked around at everything while Shana gave some instructions to the driver, who left soon after on some errand or other. The two-story house could probably contain the small apartment she shared with her parents five times over, if not more. She wondered what someone did with so much space.

Zoe was no expert in architecture, but the building looked very modern to her, with large windows everywhere. The yard was beautifully arranged as well, with lots of trees, and hedgerows all around.

Shana came up from behind, putting a hand on the small of Zoe’s back. “Well? Want a tour?”

“Yes!” Zoe followed Shana inside, a bounce in her step. She was having trouble containing her excitement.

The front door opened onto a giant area that combined living room, dining room and kitchen into one open space. All the furniture looked refined and expensive, though Zoe didn’t really know much about that stuff. The entire back “wall” was made of windows, giving a nice view of the backyard and the large pool it contained. This room alone was bigger than Zoe’s entire apartment.

Shana led her around, showing off the rest of the floor, which included a practice room with a big piano, a number of well-furnished bedrooms, and no less than three huge bathrooms.

When they returned to the main area, Shana made a vague gesture towards a spiral staircase leading to the second floor. “And up there is… I dunno. More rooms, I guess?”

Zoe laughed, though she wasn’t quite sure if Shana was kidding or not. “Your house is so big that you haven’t seen all of it?”

“Well, I might have been there once or twice,” Shana replied with a wink. “To be honest, most of the time, I live in my apartment in New York. This place here, I guess it seemed like a good idea when I bought it. Like, ‘oh, look at me, I’ve made it big,’ but all that celebrity status stuff is kinda B.S. when you think about it. I mean, the place is nice and all, but… it’s not really me, you know?” She shrugged. “Though it is great for throwing parties.”

Zoe nodded slowly. “Yeah, um… I think I get it. Like, even if I had lots of money, maybe I wouldn’t want something so big. It looks real nice, but I think I’d like a place that’s more… I dunno, cozy?” She hoped she didn’t offend Shana by saying that.

But Shana only grinned. “See? You’re smarter than me.”

Zoe smiled back, flattered that Shana was confiding in her. She’d read tons of interviews with the singer, of course, but this sounded more personal than what Shana usually said publicly. And it didn’t feel like the star was talking down to her, or treating her like a kid, either.

“Well, anyway,” Shana continued, “how about that karaoke?”

“Oh, yeah!”

Shana led Zoe to the section of the room where there was a couch in front of an enormous TV. Usually, when Zoe and her friends felt like doing karaoke, they would simply load up videos on YouTube, but Shana actually had her own karaoke machine with a microphone and everything—now that was money well spent.

“So, pick the song you want,” Shana said, handing Zoe the controller after setting up the system.

Zoe looked through the list of available songs—there were a lot!—and finally selected “Shooting Star.” It was one of Shana’s, of course, and quite possibly Zoe’s favorite song, though there were a few other contenders.

Shana simply smiled and held the microphone out to Zoe.

Reaching out for it, Zoe suddenly froze. The realization had just hit her that she would need to actually sing in front of Shana. All at once, she found herself extremely self-conscious about her abilities.

“Want me to start?” Shana asked, and Zoe was quick to nod.

As soon as the first lines were sung, it became obvious just how talented Shana was. Zoe had known that, of course, but she’d also heard that many pop stars used tricks in the studio to make their voice sound better. Clearly, that wasn’t the case with Shana. With no warm-up or anything, the singer sounded just as perfect as she did on the albums.

Zoe stared, captivated, as Shana sang the first few verses of the tune. It was like her own private show. Even if there wasn’t an actual concert that night to look forward to, the trip would have been worth it for this moment.

Shana glanced at Zoe and winked. “Sing the chorus with me, don’t be shy.”

Zoe got closer to the mic and, in a hesitant voice, began singing the words that she knew so well. She’d done so by herself many times before, but it was a very different experience when the person who wrote the song was standing right next to you. Her voice sounded so weak and unsteady next to Shana’s, she was afraid that she was only embarrassing herself.

But Shana smiled, giving an encouraging nod. That boosted Zoe’s confidence, and she slowly let herself be drawn in by the music. Her voice gained in assurance, and soon enough she was enjoying the duet with her idol. She even sang the last verse by herself.

“Not bad at all,” Shana said once the song was over.

“No way.” Zoe hid her face in her hands, giggling. Shana was probably just teasing her.

“No, really. You’re pretty good, especially when you relax and start having fun. You can’t find your true voice if you’re all nervous.”

Zoe smiled at the compliment. She didn’t think she had a future as a singer, “true voice” or not, but it was still a lot of fun to pretend. And she’d be able to say she sang with Shana Belle, how cool was that?

“Wanna try another?” Shana asked.

Nodding, Zoe put on another of Shana’s songs, something more rhythmic this time.

Shana began dancing—not choreographed like in her video clips, just casually moving around to the beat. Even so, her movements were graceful and alluring. The swaying of her hips, in particular, grabbed Zoe’s attention, and it took her a moment to realize that Shana was motioning for her to join in.

Feeling some heat on her cheeks, Zoe jumped to her feet. She wasn’t even sure why she’d been staring like that, but hoped that Shana didn’t think she was weird. Trying to act casual, she began moving along to the music, mostly imitating what Shana was doing—though with a lot less elegance.

They danced and traded verses, and soon Zoe had forgotten her momentary discomfort. She was having the time of her life singing with Shana. They went through a few more songs, and she bounced around, and sang at the top of her lungs, and it was a ton of fun.

“You don’t have to pick only my songs, you know,” Shana said after the fourth or fifth one of hers that Zoe had selected.

“But they’re the best!”

“Aww. Thanks, sweetie.”

“But okay, um, let’s see…” Zoe looked through the list to see if something by another artist would catch her eye, just to switch it up. In the end, she settled on “I Love Rock ‘n’ Roll,” the Joan Jett song. It was one of her dad’s favorites, and she’d always liked it too.

“Oh yeah, love this one,” Shana said when the recognizable guitar riff came on. It was her turn on the mic, so she began singing the first few lines. She winked as she changed “he” to “she” in the lyrics, making the song about a girl instead of a guy.

Giggling, Zoe did the same for the next verse. It made sense, they were the ones “singin’ that same old song” together, after all.

They took turns with the verses, then sang the famous chorus together. Shana began banging her head to the catchy guitar lick, and Zoe soon imitated her, laughing all the while. By the time the song was over, all that dancing and moving around had made her work up a sweat.

“Phew,” Zoe said, shaking the front of her shirt to try to cool off.

Shana chuckled. “Now try that for two hours under big spotlights.”

Zoe felt exhausted just thinking about it. She’d never really thought about how demanding it must be to perform a concert. “How do you do it?”

“Practice, and regular workouts, mostly.” Shana shrugged as if it was no big deal.

“Oh, yeah, I guess you must practice like this all the time… Sorry, this must be kinda boring for you.”

“No, no, it’s fine. It’s nice to sing just for the joy of it sometimes, y’know? And with a good partner, too.” Shana winked. “This is fun. I’m glad I picked you for the contest.”

Zoe was delighted at the compliment, then a little confused. “Wait, picked? Wasn’t it a random draw?”

“Oh, well… sorta.” Shana looked a little embarrassed. “Okay, don’t tell anyone, but I had to insist on getting the right to veto the contest winner. ‘Cause, like, imagine if some creepy old guy won it, and then I’d have to spend the whole day with him? No way. So in the end, what they did is they drew three entries at random, and I got to choose one as the winner.”

“Oooh. That makes sense.” Zoe could see how it might be very awkward to be forced to hang out with some random person. She couldn’t help grinning, overjoyed to know that Shana had chosen her personally.

Shana nodded towards the windows at the back of the house. “So anyway, how about a soak in the pool to cool down?”

The idea sounded wonderful, but there was one problem. “Oh, um… I didn’t think to bring a swimsuit,” Zoe admitted. “It’s still winter back home.”

Shana shook her head. “Came to California without a swimsuit, huh?”

Zoe rubbed the back of her neck, feeling silly. “I kinda packed in a hurry before bed yesterday…”

“Well, that’s okay…” A mischievous smile spread on Shana’s lips. “We could just go skinny-dipping, if you’re game.”

Zoe’s eyes went wide with shock. Go swimming in the nude? She’d never done that before… at least not since she was a baby. She was pretty sure she shouldn’t do something like that with a grown-up she’d just met today. But this was Shana, not some weird stranger, so maybe it was okay.

The thing that caught her attention the most, though, was that Shana had said “we”. Did the singer intend to go naked, too? Zoe felt her heart race at the thought, and those butterflies flew around in her tummy, kind of like when she looked at Shana’s skimpy photos in that magazine. This time, though, Shana wouldn’t be wearing anything at all. Her cheeks burned as she imagined it.

“Don’t be shy.” Shana took Zoe by the hand and led her to the back door, which she slid open. “See? Nobody can see us out here,” she said, indicating the hedges and trees blocking the view.

It was true. Though Zoe knew there were other large houses around, only a couple of roofs could be seen. The neighbors wouldn’t be able to see anything in Shana’s yard any more than she could look into their houses.

“But we don’t have to, it’s up to you,” Shana added, shrugging. She watched Zoe, waiting on her decision but showing no sign of impatience.

“Well… okay, I guess.” The whole thing sounded pretty embarrassing but… Zoe had to admit that her desire to see Shana naked was stronger than her sense of modesty. She wasn’t sure how to feel about that. It seemed so weird. One thing that was for sure was that her parents wouldn’t approve. “But, um, don’t tell my mom… “

Shana chuckled. “Deal. I’d probably be in more trouble than you, actually, so… It’ll be our little secret, okay?” she said, extending her little finger.

Giggling, Zoe hooked Shana’s pinkie with her own. “Okay!”

“Good. Let’s get to it then.” Without further ado, Shana grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it off in one quick motion, carelessly tossing it aside next to the pool. Her shorts soon joined the shirt on the tiles, leaving her in a skimpy bra and matching panties.

Zoe stared. Shana was so beautiful, especially when she wore so little, somehow. Zoe couldn’t keep from eyeing every inch of her idol’s body, though she felt a little creepy doing so. In her view, Shana was perfect from head to toe, and the lacy black bra and panties only highlighted that fact. Is she really gonna take ‘em off? she wondered.

As if reading Zoe’s mind, Shana winked then reached behind her back to undo the bra, letting it slide down her arms and drop to the ground. Without a hint of shyness, she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and pushed them down her long legs.

Zoe tried to look away, as it seemed terribly rude to gawk at someone’s bare body, but she kept stealing glances without meaning to. Shana was the first naked woman she’d gotten a good look at, other than her mother, and she couldn’t help comparing the two. Shana’s breasts were a little smaller, but looked more firm and shapely, and Zoe was puzzled to see that the spot where she’d have expected Shana to have a patch of hair between her legs was as bare as her own.

The strange sensation in Zoe’s belly was growing stronger as she studied Shana’s nude body. It felt like the butterflies were trying to fight their way out, but in a kind of nice way. It was very confusing, she’d never felt that way with anyone else.

Shana took a few steps around the pool to where the water was deeper and dove straight in. Coming up after a few seconds, she turned towards Zoe. “Well? You gonna join me, cutie? The water’s nice!”

Zoe hesitated. Now that it was her turn to undress, it seemed like a big step. Cutie? Did Shana really mean that? She’d never given it much thought before, but now she wished she was more grown-up and looked more like a woman, so maybe Shana would find her beautiful, too.

She slowly unbuttoned her jeans, pushed them down her legs and stepped out of them, did the same with her panties, and finally pulled off her socks. The t-shirt was long enough to cover her private parts, so that wasn’t too embarrassing… but now it was the only thing left to take off. She wanted to turn around, but Shana had undressed without batting an eye, and Zoe didn’t want to seem childish in the eyes of her idol.

Taking a deep breath, she pulled the shirt up and over her head, held it in front of her for a few seconds then, not knowing what else to do, let it drop to the ground. Shana seemed to be watching her intently, which made Zoe even more uncomfortable, but then the young woman smiled and said, “Come on in, sweet stuff!”

It felt really weird to be naked outside, but Zoe tried to ignore it, reminding herself that nobody else could see. There were stairs leading into the in-ground pool, and she carefully went down one step at a time. The water was nice and warm, but still refreshing after all the exercise from earlier.

At the bottom of the stairs, the water was up to her shoulders. Shana swam up to join her, rising out of the water until her breasts were fully visible. Zoe tried not to stare at them, but with little success.

“You good?” Shana asked.

Zoe nodded. “Yeah… I think. It’s kinda weird, being naked, but…”

“But… kinda fun, too?” Shana completed with a wink.

“I guess so.” Zoe giggled. There was a kind of thrill to it.

Shana grinned. “I thought you might enjoy it. So… race you to the other end?”

Zoe gave the older girl a dubious look. “That doesn’t sound fair, your legs and arms are way longer. And um… I’m not a very good swimmer, anyway. I’m a little scared of the deep end,” she admitted.

“Yeah? Well, wanna practice that? I’ll help you.”

“Um… okay.”

“Here, climb on my back,” Shana said, lowering herself into the water so that Zoe could do just that.

Laughing, Zoe wrapped her arms around the young woman’s neck, and Shana began slowly swimming towards the deep end of the pool. The direct skin contact was making Zoe feel funny all over again. She was growing a little lightheaded, being so close to Shana, nestled against her beautiful body.

“Okay, now let go, and just hold on to my shoulder. Try to keep yourself afloat,” Shana said, once they were at the other end of the pool.

Zoe did as she was told. With one hand gripping Shana’s shoulder, she kicked her legs as hard as she could to try to keep from sinking. It was pretty stressful to be in a spot where the water would go over her head if she stopped moving.

Shana chuckled. “Not so fast, you’re gonna tire yourself out. Relax. Your body’s naturally buoyant, you don’t need to make such a big effort to keep floating. Do like me.”

Zoe observed Shana’s calm movements and tried to imitate her. There was a moment of panic as she began to sink but she soon managed to find a good balance between exertion and keeping her head above the water.

“Yeah, much better,” Shana said. “And even easier with both hands.”

Zoe hesitated a moment, scared that if she let go of Shana, she’d immediately plunge to the bottom of the pool. Tentatively, she loosened her grasp on Shana’s shoulder, then released it completely, and to her surprise found that she was staying afloat under her own power. “I… I’m doing it!”

“Very good!” Raising her hands above the water, Shana applauded. “See? It’s not so hard. Now, show me how you swim. Here, I’ll hold you up so it’s easier.”

Zoe felt Shana’s hand on her tummy, lifting her up so she could demonstrate her swimming technique. The touch made the butterflies go even wilder, filling her lower belly with warmth. It felt strangely pleasing, Shana’s hand on her bare skin. Zoe squirmed a little, unsure of how to respond to these new feelings and afraid that Shana might think she was weird, but in the end, she decided to just enjoy the sensation.

She swam around a little, Shana giving her tips on how to improve. Zoe couldn’t keep from grinning. She’d never imagined that one day she would be getting singing and swimming advice from her all-time favorite pop star.

After a while, Zoe was feeling more confident in her swimming abilities. She even swam the length of the pool from the deep end on her own, to Shana’s acclaim.

“Phew. I’m getting kinda tired, though,” Zoe said afterwards.

“Yeah, okay, let’s get out.”

Zoe followed Shana up the steps and out of the pool, getting a good view of the singer’s butt in the process. It was perfectly shaped, just like the rest of her body. Zoe tried to look elsewhere, but it wasn’t easy.

“We can rinse off here,” Shana said, indicating an outdoor shower, the kind they have at public pools. Her house really did have everything. Shana walked under the showerhead and turned on the spray, then motioned for Zoe to join her.

Zoe had assumed they would take turns, but she decided this was even nicer, and stepped beneath the streaming water with Shana. Once again, she had trouble keeping her eyes from exploring the young woman’s body. They seemed to want to take in every detail: the fine legs, the curiously bare private parts, the flat belly, the strangely fascinating breasts… When her gaze drifted higher, she met Shana’s eyes, and suddenly realized that she’d been caught staring.

But Shana only smiled warmly. Apparently she didn’t mind at all, if she even did notice. For a moment, it looked like Shana’s eyes might be doing a bit of wandering as well, but Zoe figured that had to be her imagination.

On to Part Two!

The Struggle With Desire, Part 1

  • Posted on November 28, 2019 at 4:03 pm

By JetBoy

Note from JetBoy: This is my adaptation of a nearly 25-year-old story named, “Angela, Heather, and Kristen,” by Delphi. I hung onto the basic plot, but rewrote the text extensively — enough, I think, to make it public. My humble thanks and regards to Delphi for the inspiration.

***

Janice and Kori were sisters — and the best of friends. Along with their mother Sharon, they were a very closely-knit family, especially after their father left them, back when Janice was only seventeen and Kori fourteen. Those were hard times, but they stuck together and made the best of things.

Two years later, when our story begins, Kori was sixteen and a junior in high school. She had fooled around a bit with boys, but was still a virgin. Honestly, she wasn’t sure what all the fuss was about, preferring a good book or a movie to going out on dates.

Most days, Kori got home from school in the afternoon, about three hours before Sharon and Janice, who made it home from work at around 7 PM. Janice was employed by the same clothing store as her mother.

This evening, when they arrived home, Kori was in the living room, stretched out on the couch, idly watching HBO. Hearing the key turn in the front door, she sat up, giving her mother and sister a smile as they entered. “Hi, guys.”

Sharon and Janice were tired, but they both still retained the natural beauty that this family’s women were blessed with. Sharon was thirty-seven years old, but looked more like thirty. She possessed thick, lustrous brunette hair, which she’d passed on to her girls. She worked out regularly to keep herself in shape, so she still had a great figure.

Wearily, mother and daughter sat at the kitchen table. “How was it today?” Kori asked.

“Been better.” Sharon said, slightly turning her head. “It was busy, because Rita phoned in sick. But we managed.”

Janice exclaims, “You’d think it would be cold in that warehouse, what with the fans and all. But it was hotter than hell. I couldn’t stand it. God, I so wanted to take my shirt off!”

Kori giggled. “That would have given old man Jerry something to see…”

“I don’t think his ticker could stand the excitement, so you better keep that shirt on, young lady,” Sharon said as she stood up and stretched. “Okay girls, I’m off to do my workout. Kori, I know you have homework to do, so hop to it.”

“Okay, okay… you’re the boss,” Kori laughed. Making a wry face at her big sister, she padded off to her bedroom.

***

Janice and Kori had shared a room all their lives. It had a floral motif, with bright yellow furniture from their childhood days. They shared a bunk bed, Kori sleeping on the top. Sharon had always wanted to move to someplace bigger, so they could each have their own room, but the money situation simply didn’t warrant it. Kori and Janice got along so well that they didn’t really mind sharing, though.

It was around 8:30, and the two girls were stretched out on their respective bunks, quietly reading. Kori had just finished a chapter of English, and was now done with her homework for the weekend. She stuck her head over the side to say something to her sister — when she was startled by something she noticed.

Janice was engrossed in a book. Lying on her tummy, her hair spilled down the back of her grey t-shirt. Where that t-shirt stopped, a black pair of tight spandex sweats began, and proceeded down the length of her body. Kori watched her for a while, startling herself with the realization of how cute and attractive her sister was. Not the kind of attractive that they might notice when the other did her makeup just right, or put on a cute outfit. Studying her sister’s body, Kori found her to be really… sexy. 

Her eyes traveled down the length of Janice’s brunette hair. The t-shirt, though baggy, hugged Janice’s body at the waist. The black spandex created a beautiful silhouette around her buttocks. Kori could see Janice’s muscles move whenever her sister shifted. From there, Kori’s eyes traced her sister’s legs, so slender and so strong under the spandex, right down to her cute bare feet.

Kori began to feel flustered and light-headed, but also… aroused, somehow. Sexuality was not one of her more important concerns, but she could not ignore the sudden warmth she felt between her legs. She closed her eyes and pictured Janice naked, as she had seen her many times before. But this time it was different, somehow. The mental image of Janice’s soft, warm curves was strangely alluring and surprisingly provocative to Kori.

I don’t understand, she thought. I’ve never been attracted to other girls before. And to feel that way about my own sister…?

Kori allowed herself to drift into a fantasy. She pictured Janice standing before her, completely nude, a look of deep longing in her eyes. I’m naked, too, she decided. Her imaginary sister drifted close, extending a hand, whispering “I love you, Kori.”

Then the soft lips of Janice’s were brushing hers, and a delicious shiver raced through Kori’s slender frame. Allowing herself to drift even deeper into this crazy waking dream, Kori parted her lips, heart pounding like a bass drum when her big sister’s tongue slipped between them, entering her mouth.

Kori’s eyes snapped open, and she stared blankly at the ceiling. Holy shit. What corner of my mind did that come from? Am I… could I actually be gay?

Carefully turning onto her side, Kori gazed down at Janice again. Her sister’s t-shirt had crept up slightly, exposing her bare midriff. Kori felt a quick surge of arousal at the sight of Janice’s skin. She almost gasped out loud.

She couldn’t look any longer — her embarrassment and the strange warmth between her legs was fast becoming unbearable. She hopped down off the bed and quietly left the room. Janice said nothing, and continued to read.

Out in the hallway, Kori could feel her heart pounding, her ears ringing. Her breathing was hard and sharp, as she tried to drive the picture of her sister’s naked body out of her mind. This was something they made fun of the women gym teachers for! She’d never imagined that she might look at another female like that herself — especially her own sister!

This is so wrong, she desperately told herself. I can’t be thinking about Janice like that!

She paced around the hallway, trying to purge these scary thoughts from her mind. Finally, she opened the door to the bathroom and moved to the sink, turning on the tap so she could splash some cold water on her face.

That was when she heard, “Sweetheart, are you okay?”

Jumping a bit, she quickly looked up to see her mother nude in the bathtub, enjoying a good soak after her workout. This was something Kori had seen before, but never while feeling as she did now. Her nerves were jangling.

She stuttered, “Oh — yeah… I just um, wanted to wash my face…”

Sharon sank deeper into the hot water. “Well, whatever you’re here for, shut the door. You’re letting the cool air in.” Squirting a bit of liquid soap into one hand, she began to lather her arm.

Kori’s heart hammered. She didn’t want to let on that something was wrong — this, she knew, was one problem she had to keep to herself. She shut the door, then reached to turn off the sink faucet, knocking over a glass jar filled with cotton swabs in the process.

From behind, Kori heard, “Goodness, honey… what’s the matter with you? Come over here.”

Obediently, Kori drew closer and sat on the edge of the bathtub, trying not to stare at her mother’s nudity, wanting to anyway. God, am I actually having these weird sex thoughts about Mom, too?

Sharon raised a wet hand from the water, and brushed back her daughter’s hair. She asks, “What’s wrong, sweetheart — is it something at school?”

Kori felt a sudden crazy impulse to run, to crawl into bed, yank the blankets over her head and never come out. Instead, she slowly turned to look at Sharon.

She noticed her mother’s beautiful, concerned face, then the drops of water rolling slowly down her neck. She unintentionally shivered at the sight of Sharon’s full, beautiful breasts, jutting forth like two islands. The way her mother’s wet flesh shone in the soft light and the stiffness of her nipples — from the cool air, Kori told herself — only increased the teen’s anxiety.

In spite of her effort to resist looking, Kori’s eyes traveled down her mother’s body. Through the steaming water, she could see Sharon’s naked waist, leading to the golden triangle between her thighs. Kori fleetingly glanced to her right, noticing the way her mother’s shapely leg arched out of the water.

Sharon, using her sixth sense, perceived her daughter’s uneasiness at seeing her nudity. She smiled, and brushed back Kori’s hair again. “Honey,” she said reassuringly, “you’ve seen me naked before.”

Kori did not know what to say, and couldn’t speak anyway. Mom had recognized right away what her daughter was doing — checking out her naked body. What must she think?

Sharon thoughtfully glanced at her own breasts, and then looked toward Kori’s, outlined beneath her flowery sweater. She then smiled and softly said, “You know, honey… your breasts are the same size that mine were when I was your age. As you get older, they’ll get bigger.”

Kori, although still a bit nervous, felt her worst fears melt away. Mom had misread her discomfort.

She peered down at her own budding chest and said, “Really?” then looked back at Sharon’s beautiful wet breasts as if it was the right thing to do, all the while savoring the chance to openly study her nude mother. My God, she’s so beautiful. 

To make her point, and not really thinking about it, Sharon moved her hand from Kori’s hair, down the neck of her sweater, and lightly cupped her daughter’s left breast. “Hmm… I think so.”

Kori nearly gasped, shocked by a sudden throbbing between her legs. She’d touched herself down there before, but it felt nowhere near as wonderful as her mother’s hand. She closed her eyes, sighing with pleasure.

Sharon, realizing that maybe touching her own daughter’s breast wasn’t the best thing to do, began to remove her hand — but then she stopped, seeing how very much Kori was enjoying her touch. She was surprised to feel a sudden familiar warmth beneath her tummy.

Sharon, almost hypnotized, moved her hand around Kori’s breast in a massaging motion. Kori was nearly swooning, her eyes closed while she floated in these strange, wonderful feelings.

Sharon said softly, “Does… does this feel good, honey?”

Kori, suddenly feeling bolder, placed her hand over her mother’s, pressing it against her breast as she whispered, “Yes…”

Sharon, now knowing she was crossing a line, knew she should pull away — but somehow, she couldn’t. The moment was too perfect. Her own eyes drifted shut as she imagined the softness hiding beneath Kori’s sweater. Her thighs spread slightly, and she felt the warm water caressing her vulva.

They opened their eyes at the same time. Sharon felt Kori release her hand, and she drew away. For a short, awkward eternity, they stared at one another.

Sharon couldn’t believe she had just fondled her own daughter. Another part of her mind reasoned that she had only responded to Kori’s needs. Wasn’t that a mother’s duty, no matter what? However, she couldn’t ignore the fact that she had been incredibly turned on by the warm, soft treasure she had just cupped in her hand. So that’s what it feels like to touch another woman’s breast, she thought.

Echoing her mother’s thoughts and interrupting them, Kori nervously stammered, “C-can I touch yours?”

Sharon paused for a second, made a quiet decision, and slowly pulled herself to an upright sitting position in the tub. From the neck down, her wet skin glistened. Some hair from her bun had come loose, and was strewn about her shoulders.

Kori gazed lovingly at her mom’s breasts… so much bigger and fuller than her own. They didn’t sag, but seemed heavy due to their largeness. Her nipples were erect.

Small rivulets of water slowly trickled down the older woman’s neck, into the valley between her breasts. She looked at her daughter’s innocent face, heart racing as she waited for Kori to touch her.

Kori was almost shaking as her hands made contact with the warm, wet skin. Her palms touched her mother’s nipples, as her fingertips felt the soft weight of another woman’s breasts for the first time. Her hands became moist as she moved them around toward the front of Sharon’s breasts… supporting them, absorbing their warmth. Kori studied her own motions with an intense sense of concentration.

Sharon watched her daughter’s hands massage her breasts, then gazed dreamily at her daughter’s lovely face, now filled with wonderment. God, her touch feels so… lovely. Sweeter, somehow, than the clumsy groping of a man.

Kori began to feel more at ease, even as the temperature rose between her legs. By then, her panties were soaked. Her thumbs ran back and forth over Sharon’s nipples, while her palms cradled the creamy globes. She cupped them, sliding her hands up and around in a heart shape until her fingertips met. Finally, blushing a bit, she pulled away, grinning shakily as she wiped her hands on her pants.

“They feel so… full. Soft, and warm.” she said.

Sharon smiled. “That’s how they’re supposed to be,” patting Kori’s hand. “This will be our little secret, okay? A nice bonding moment between mother and daughter.” They gazed at each other for a moment, then Sharon shook her head, as if to clear it. “Now let me finish up here, hon. Go do your homework, and get ready for bed.”

“I… already finished my homework,” Kori said, a little sad that the moment had ended. But she stood to leave. Stopping, she looked at her mother who was still sitting. “Mom, what… what were you, um… feeling inside, when you touched me?”

Sharon was at a loss for words. All she knew was that her vagina was tingling from the experience she and her daughter had just shared. Finally she said, “We’ll talk about it later, honey.”

Giving her mother a fleeting smile, Kori turned and left the bathroom.

***

Janice could not figure out what was up with her sister. Kori had returned to their room with this weird dreamy look on her face. Janice had looked up from what she was reading. “Hey, are you okay?” But Kori said nothing, as if she didn’t hear, and silently climbed up and onto her bunk bed.

When Janice stood up and saw Kori lying on her bed looking up at the ceiling, she knew her sister was deep in thought about something. Probably a guy at school, she thought.

Janice spoke again. “Hey, Kornpop. Anything you need to… talk about?”

Kori looked over and smiled slightly. “No, no. Maybe later.”

Janice knew when to lay off. “Okay.” She put her hand on Kori’s arm. “I’m here anytime you need me, though.” She got back into her bed and picked up her book again.

Kori stared at the ceiling. She couldn’t even look at Janice in the same way anymore. The whole time her big sister stood there, Kori was tracing every inch of the older girl’s body with her eyes, studying Janice with a newfound awareness. She still felt the warmth of her sister’s hand, as if she’d been branded.

She suddenly began to picture Janice undressing. Not the way she normally changed clothes, but really stripping, while Kori watched her from a chair. Suddenly she imagined their mother standing close behind,  reaching around to pull up Kori’s top and fondle her breasts.

Falling deeper into the fantasy, Kori whimpered in delight, clutching Mom’s hands to her chest as Sharon leaned in close and began to nuzzle her daughter’s neck. Kori began to tremble with lust as she watched Janice remove her bra and slowly, sensuously, peel off her panties…

That’s when she Kori woke with a start to find the room dark. She instinctively looked at the clock: 3:45 AM. She’d fallen asleep on her bunk.

In the darkness, she could hear Janice breathing softly as she slumbered in the bed below… totally unaware of the perverted sex fantasies that baby sister is having about her, Kori thought, feeling uneasy.

***

In her own room, Sharon was also wide awake. The incident in the bath with Kori kept running through her head. So many confused thoughts… so many confusing feelings, overwhelming her consciousness.

Was it right to touch my own daughter that way? Maybe she’s more freaked out now than she was before. And how could I let her fondle me like that? But damn it, she wanted to! 

Is Kori a lesbian? Am… am I a lesbian? Or bisexual? She set her jaw firmly. Well, what if I am? I’ve gone through life trying to find the perfect man, and wound up wasting all those years with a real bastard. Why can’t I do what I feel? 

Because you’re not supposed to touch your daughter’s breasts, and she’s not supposed to touch yours. But why not? She loved it, I know she did. And I felt closer to her than ever when she was touching me. Somehow we were communicating on a level that most mothers or daughters never reach.

And God, did she feel good. I know she’s just sixteen, probably still a virgin, but she’s got the body of a real woman. 

Maybe I should just admit the truth. My own daughter turned me on… and she was aroused, too!

I… I wanted her to kiss me. I would have let her. I wanted to take her in my arms right there, and let her kiss my breasts, and touch me all over… 

Sharon was stunned by these feelings — and suddenly found herself wondering if Kori thought about her that way. She did adore her daughters. There was no question about that. So… would making love with Kori be such a terrible thing?

It would bring us closer, she told herself. Really, when you think about it, we’d only be taking our love to the next level. And which would be better: for Kori to first experience love with someone who truly loves her and wants to make her happy… or some creepy high school boy who only wants to add a notch to his belt?

Sharon couldn’t believe that she was seriously thinking about this. But she was.

***

Kori was wide awake, staring at the ceiling from the upper bunk. She tormented herself with images of her mother and sister, reacting with anger and disgust to her incestuous desires.

But she couldn’t purge those sexual images of her nude mother from her mind. And Janice… Kori wondered what it would be like to share her sister’s bed. To hold her all night and wake up next to her. To kiss her, touch her, love her.

The sweatpants she wore felt constricting. Sliding off the bed and landing deftly on the shag carpet, Kori went to her dresser to change into something lighter. Janice stirred, but remained asleep.

Kori took off her t-shirt, then reached behind and unsnapped her bra. She paused, then, and cupped her petite breasts, brushing her fingertips over the stiffening nipples.

Her fingers slid down to the waistband of sweatpants, slipping them down and off. She then took off her lace panties and stood there nude in the darkened room, then padded to the full-length mirror on their closet door to look at herself.

There was enough moonlight pouring through the window to illuminate her, and the effect was magical. Kori had never thought of herself as an especially pretty girl, but now she saw something different… something lovely.

Her figure was lithe and elegant, the moon turning her skin to silver. The dark tresses of her hair spilled onto her pale shoulders. Kori studied her budding breasts, then began to stroke them softly. She glanced down at the pubic triangle between her legs, admiring the fine curls.

Suddenly she struck a pose in front of the mirror — putting a leg forward, cocking her head as if in a photoshoot. Turning around, she looked over a shoulder to study the gentle curves of her bottom, put both her hands on the cheeks of her ass, then ran them down the backs of her thighs. She felt how smooth her skin was, wondered if Mom might like how it felt to touch her there.

She turned and looked at Janice, who had partially kicked off the covers in her sleep. Kori took two steps forward and crouched down next to the older girl, conscious of a growing warmth between her legs.

Kori studied her sister. Even asleep, Janice was beautiful — a vision of loveliness in a baby-blue tank top and a wisp of satin panties. She lay on her side, one long leg over the other.

Unconsciously at first, Kori began to trace her inner thighs with the tips of two fingers as she studied her sister’s body. The shape of Janice’s nipples were visible through the skimpy tank top, and the undershirt had pulled up just enough so that Kori could see the underside of her big sister’s breast.

Kori began to stroke her tingling slit, the aroma beginning to scent the air around her. God, she wanted to touch Janice so badly… just as she’d touched her mother only hours before. Her breath quickened as she imagined her naked body atop Janice’s, kissing her sister’s soft mouth. She could almost feel her sister’s hands groping her ass, their long legs intertwining, Kori’s bare pussy rubbing against Janice’s thigh. In her fantasy, she gasped as Janice took her breast in her mouth and began to tease the aching nipple with her tongue.

Her rising desire was quickly becoming unbearable, and Kori responded by plunging two fingers inside her pussy. With each in-and-out motion, she could feel the heat and wetness on her fingers, savor the scent of cunt that perfumed the air.

Kori fell back on the carpet, no longer caring if Janice was watching or not. She frantically fingered her cunt, picturing Janice nude on top of her, both sisters exploring each other’s bodies. Kori squeezed her breast, knowing that if she didn’t come right now, she would get on top of Janice and beg her sister to make love to her.

In her wild passion and ecstasy, she finally did come, her fingers deep inside her dripping cunt. She felt herself reach the summit, then jump off. She covered her mouth with her free hand, stifling her sounds of pleasure… then finally lay there, breathing hard, her fingers still inside her vagina.

Reality check. She sat up quickly. Janice was still sleeping. Good.

Kori decided she would sleep nude tonight. She had masturbated before, but never with such intensity, or nerve enough to do it in front of her sister. When she crawled into her own bed, she could still feel her pussy tingling, but at least she had released some of the sexual tension she had built upon this crazy night.

Kori quickly fell asleep, the last image in her mind one of Janice, her mother, and herself — naked and in bed together, their limbs lovingly entwined.

Below, Janice’s eyes were open, amazed at what she’d just witness. She had never seen a woman play with her own pussy before, let alone her own sister. She pictured the entire scene over and over, weirdly fascinated by it all. She was masturbating in front of me, as if she was putting on a show, she thought. She wondered what Kori had been thinking about while she fingered herself. Before long, she too fell asleep.

***

The Saturday morning sun had crept over the horizon and was filtering through Sharon’s window, but she was already up, standing naked in front of her full-length mirror.

She gazed at herself and saw a thirty-seven-year-old woman who thought she’d done it all. Sure, she had been daring in her younger days, but never as much so as with Kori last night…

She tilted her head and examined her legs. They still looked good. She turned a leg forward, looking at her feet and following the curves up to her shapely ass. Yep, I’ve still got what it takes, she thought.

Then she thought of Kori and smiled, a twinge of arousal flaring in her loins. It’s time to show off these legs, she thought... and maybe a few other things, too.

Onward to Part Two!

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Adventure of the Amazing Invisible Girl: A Bedtime Story, Part Two

  • Posted on November 26, 2019 at 3:46 pm

By Purple Les

Almost a whole week had gone by. It was a Friday evening, and Heather and Alice’s mother Sue was going out for a few hours with some friends.

“I’m trusting you to look after things while I’m out, Heather. I know that you won’t let me down.”

“I won’t, Mom,” ten-year-old Heather assured her mother.

Sue turned to her little girl, “And you be a good girl for your big sister, Alice.”

“I promise, Mommy,” the six-year-old replied. She meant it, too.

“Okay, then,” Sue said. “Heather, you know how to reach me if anything comes up. Bye-bye, now. Love you both.” With a kiss for each of her daughters, she left through the front door.

“What do you want to do, kiddo?” Heather asked her little sister. Alice had been bathed and was in her pajamas, while Heather still wore play clothes.

“I wanna play War,” Alice stated.

Heather sighed. She found the card game called War to be fairly dull… but with a shrug, she decided to be nice to her little sister and put up with it.

They sat on the living room floor as Alice got out the deck of cards, shuffled them and counted them out, then they began to play. It was a mindless game, one where each player turned a card up and whoever had the higher card took them both, until one player was out of cards. Sure enough, Heather soon found herself getting bored.

Then they came to a place in the game where both girls turned up the same card, which was where the “war” part took place. According to the rules, the players then put these cards to one side, laid two more face down, then turned over another as a tiebreaker. The winner got all eight cards.

As they prepared to turn their tiebreaker cards, Heather had a very wicked, very intriguing idea.

“Hey Alice, hold up,” Heather asked, “I just thought of something. How about, besides the winner taking the cards, the loser has to take something off?”

Seeing the befuddled look on Alice’s cute face, Heather tried to explain in greater detail.

“So like if I lose this war, then you get the war cards and I have to take off my shirt or socks or something. And if you lose, you take something off.”

“We do that every time we have a war?” Alice asked.

“Yeah, that’s right.”

“How long do we do it for?” Alice was trying to make sure that she understood.

“Till one of us is bare naked,” Heather said, grinning.

Alice laughed at this idea and eagerly said, “Oh. Sure, okay.”

They each turned a card over. Alice had a nine, but Heather had only a five.

Alice laughed with glee as she gathered the cards to her pile and pointing at Heather, saying, “Okay, now take something off.”

Both girls giggled as Heather removed both her socks, leaving her barefoot. Then the game resumed as before.

The next war found Heather losing again — and after a moment’s reflection, she took off her pants. That left her in just panties and a t-shirt. Alice became less giggly as she stole glances at her big sister, thinking about how cool it would be to see Heather naked again.

Their next war came soon after. This time Alice lost, and slipped out of her pajama top. That left the little girl topless, with only her pajama bottoms and panties left to lose. Heather’s eyes kept wandering to her baby sister’s bare chest. I’d love to lick her nipples, she told herself. I didn’t get around to doing that last week.

Several hands and a few wars later, both girls were down to their panties.

They came to another war, and Alice turned over a King. Heather slowly turned her own card over. It was a Jack, and Alice was all smiles. “Whoo!” she squealed, “take ‘em off, big sister!”

I guess I should make this fun. Heather thought. Heck, it is fun. Standing up in front of her wide-eyed little sister, she turned around, pulled her yellow panties down and shook her bare bottom back and forth for a moment. Heather then tugged her knickers back up again and spun around to face a delighted Alice.

“So… you ready to see me bare naked?” Heather purred.

Alice clapped her hands. “Yeah! I wanna see you with nothin’ on.”

“Okay,” Heather said as she grasped the waistband of her panties and began to slowly push them down. Once her vulva was revealed at last to Alice’s hungry eyes, Heather slid her undies all the way down to her feet and stepped out.

“Cool,” Alice breathed, staring in complete awe at her nude sister.

Enjoying this game more with each passing second, Heather posed with her legs apart, letting Alice see everything. Then, unable to resist, she began to play with her smooth slit.

Sitting back down on the floor, the ten-year-old spread her legs even wider, giving Alice a close-up view as she masturbated, running a finger up and down through her juicy cunt.

Heather was beside herself with excitement as she performed for her little sister, putting on a sex show for a child of six… but what happened next thrilled her even more.

Alice shimmied out of her little white underpants. Now just as naked as her big sister, she parted her thighs, putting herself on full display.

“I found something that feels really good,” Alice said. “I just touch this little bump thing up here. See? Like this.” The child spread her tiny vulva open with the fingers on one hand, and with the index finger of the other hand, lightly brushed her tiny clitoris.

Heather copied what her little sister was doing, and soon both girls were watching each other masturbate. They exchanged shy smiles, happy to be sharing something so naughty.

“Heather?” Alice began, “Would you, um, lick me, please? Like Linda did that time?”

Omigod, yes! Heather thought. She’d been thinking about going down on Alice ever since watching Linda do it, but hadn’t had the nerve to make a move on her own sister. “You really want me to do that?” she asked, still fingering her clit.

Alice gave a vigorous nod. “Yeah. Please? If you do it for me, I’ll do it for you. Okay?”

Heather could only stare at the six-year-old, her heart racing. She wants to lick me too? How awesome is that?  

Nervously moistening her lips, the older girl drew closer. “Um, okay. Now, I haven’t done this before, so let me know if I’m doing it right.” Lying down on her tummy, Heather looked closely at the baby-smooth pussy before her. Her little sister’s pussy.

Heather took a deep breath in an attempt to calm her racing heart, then gently kissed Alice’s sex. She paused to sample the flavor, quickly deciding that she liked it, and began to lick and nibble her baby sister.

Alice lay on her back and raised her knees up and cooed and giggled with delight at what Heather’s tongue was doing to her. “Ooooohhh, that feels nice,” she moaned, “D-don’t stop!”

From where she sat, Alice had a lovely view of Heather’s bare butt. It’s so pretty, she decided. Wonder if she’d let me play with it?

But that thought was interrupted by the sudden surge of good feelings between Alice’s thighs. The child’s eyes drifted shut as those sensations grew and grew, then turned into that thing that her sister’s friend Linda did to her last week, something so huge that it stole her breath away.

Like last time, those feelings eventually became too big, and started to tickle. Alice finally told Heather, “You can stop now. That felt good.”

Heather lay back, lightly caressing herself as she drank in the sight of her angelic little sister, content in the glow of her orgasm. I made that happen, she told herself, buoyant with pride.

Once Alice had recovered her breath she said, “Okay, now it’s your turn.”

Heather was very excited, but wasn’t sure if this was right. “You don’t have to if you don’t want, Alice,” she told her little sister.

“No, I wanna do it. Lay down now, and make some room for me.” Alice instructed her big sister, pushing Heather’s feet apart to spread the older girl’s legs. Instead of lying down between them, though, Alice knelt by her big sister’s side, then bent down to place a few shy kisses on Heather’s slit. Deciding she liked the taste, the six-year-old began to lick.

Placing a hand on Alice’s shoulder, Heather said, “Not so hard with your tongue, sweetie. Do it soft. Yeah. That’s good. Mhhh, yeah, keep doing it just like that.”

As Alice went down on her big sister, her flawless little bottom was about a foot or so from Heather’s face. The older girl idly ran her hand over those tender globes, then slid down to fondle Alice’s pussy, much to the child’s delight.

Heather reached a lovely climax of her own, then had Alice stretch out next to her. The sisters cuddled, sharing kisses and words of love.

“That was amazing,” Heather told Alice. “I’ll do this with you anytime you want, kiddo. Just say the word.”

“Okay!” Alice replied. “I’ll prob’ly want to real soon.”

“But not now,” the older girl said, glancing at the clock. “We gotta get dressed before Mom gets home.”

They got back into their clothes, then went downstairs and parked themselves in front of the TV.

When Sue got home, she praised her daughters for being good girls. She was also pleased to see that Heather still seemed to be willing to hang out with her little sister.

***

The next day, Linda came over to play. Linda’s mother Rita came with her, as Sue was hosting a little get-together for some of her grownup friends.

Sue told the girls, “You go upstairs and play. When the party’s over there’ll be some chocolate cake left, and you can each have a piece. If you’re good, that is.”

The girls dutifully promised to behave, then went up to Heather’s room, where they played games for a while. When the sound of grownups laughing and talking could clearly be heard, they knew that it was safe to have some real fun.

“You guys wanna kiss and stuff?” said Linda.

“I’m into it,” Heather declared.

“Can we do it naked?” Alice asked.

Linda and Heather glance at each other in surprise, then they both eagerly said “Yeah!”

Heather closed her bedroom door, then all three girls began to excitedly undress. As the last of their clothes came off, the girls looked closely at each other’s bare bodies.

“Let me see you guys kiss.” Linda said.

Taking her little sister’s hand, Heather lay back on her bed with legs spread wide, Alice on top of her. They began to kiss, and Linda licked her lips as she watched, turned on by the sight of sisters doing sex with each other.

When Heather reached down to fondle Alice’s cute little bottom, Linda couldn’t hold back — she had to masturbate, tracing a finger through her smooth slit. Reaching out, her free hand met Heather’s on Alice’s ass. Linda wanted to do more to that lovely bum than just caress it, though.

She allowed her finger to slip into Alice’s butt crack and move back and forth, stroking the child’s rosebud. Alice was taken aback at first, but quickly decided that she liked having her bottom hole touched. When Linda’s fingertip paused at the cleft of the six-year-old’s anus, Alice pushed back, wanting to feel it inside her.

That caused Alice’s sex to rub against Heather’s, giving both girls great enjoyment, so Alice began to work her hips forward and back, grinding into her big sister. It felt divine.

When the pleasures of cunt against cunt became too powerful, Alice would move her bottom up just a bit to feel Linda’s finger pressing against her tight little butthole. When that felt too good, Alice lowered herself back down onto her sister.

Then, while Alice and Heather were still pushing their pussies together, Linda slid the tip of her index finger into Alice’s anus. She was tight at first — but then the child relaxed, allowing that probing finger to enter her rectum right up to the third knuckle.

Having her asshole and pussy pleasured at the same time proved too much for Alice. Her body jerked violently as she came, crying out loud in delight, then the little girl lay limply on top of Heather.

Heather gave her little sister a tender kiss, carefully moved the child to one side, then beckoned for Linda to join her. Linda eagerly climbed on top of Heather, and they kissed and rubbed their pussies together while Alice watched.

“You guys should lick each other,” Alice said, “Like at the same time.”

Linda liked this idea. She raised herself up, turning around until her beautiful bare cunt was over Heather’s face. Moistening her lips, Heather stared at her friend’s pussy. It’s so pretty, she thought.

Linda felt much the same way. She kissed Heather’s slit, then began to trace the moist opening with her tongue. Firmly grasping Linda’s hips, Heather drew them down so she could lick her friend’s sweet snatch.

Alice moved around on the bed, taking in the hot lesbian action from all angles. First, she watched her sister licking Linda, then she took in the view of Linda going down on Heather.

Reaching her climax first, Linda abruptly rolled away, wrenching her too-sensitive cunt away from her lover’s lips and tongue while she panted for breath. Alice chose to seize the moment, moving in to lick Heather.

Watching a girl of six go down on her own big sister soon had Linda excited all over again, and she remounted Heather, lowering her pussy back down to her friend’s open mouth.

Thrilled to have access to Linda’s juicy slit again, Heather licked eagerly at it until she came herself from the amazing things her little sister was doing to her pussy. Wow, Heather thought, she’s really good at this!

Soon after that, Linda came again on Heather’s face, overwhelmed by the very idea of the wild, dirty things they were involved in.

In the aftermath of their loving, the two ten-year-olds laid side by side, kissing each other and sharing the taste of little Alice’s nectar on their lips. Alice crawled in between the older girls, and they took turns kissing her cute little mouth.

Soon Linda and Heather dozed off, but Alice was still wide awake. Carefully disentangling herself from the older girls, the restless child puttered around the room for a couple of minutes — then she had an idea. It was taking the grownups forever to finish their stupid party, and Alice wanted a piece of that chocolate cake now.

Carefully opening the bedroom door, Alice stepped into the upstairs hallway, still completely nude.

Whispering, “I am now invisible,” Alice walked down the stairs and into the living room, where she saw that all the ladies were in the dining room and kitchen. Most of the grownups had already left, though a few of them seemed to be helping Mom tidy up.

Alice walked up to the dining room table, loving her new power of invisibility. She picked up a dish and put a piece of cake on it — then paused, seeing that there were cookies, too. Unable to resist, she filled the rest of her dish with cookies, then took a fork and a napkin. She turned and began to carefully make her way to the stairs.

The chatting ladies didn’t notice the naked little girl at first. Then a woman saw Alice out of the corner of her eye and nudged one of the others. They were amused by the sight of a naked girl filling her plate with goodies, but didn’t say anything or look directly at her.

But then Linda’s mother Rita saw Alice, and hastened into the kitchen to tell Sue, “You’d better come quick… your little girl is wandering around without a stitch on.”

Alice’s mother was more amused than angry, but still felt she ought to scold her daughter. Leaving the kitchen, she caught up with Alice just as the six-year-old was about to mount the stairs.

“Alice Ann Mitchell! What on earth do you think you’re doing?” Sue cried as she grabbed her daughter’s arm with one hand, taking away the dish of treats with the other.

Shoot, Alice thought, realizing where she’d gone wrong. They couldn’t see me, yeah, but they saw the dish floating through the air. Now Mom knows I can turn invisible.

“I — I didn’t want to wait for cake,” Alice mumbled. “So I turned invisible… but I forgot, you can see me holding stuff. I’m sorry, Mommy.”

“You were… invisible, you said?” Sue asked, puzzled.

Alice gave a sorrowful nod. “I figured out how.”

Clucking her tongue, Sue hustled Alice up the stairs and to her bedroom. “Now get into your pajamas,” she sternly said. Alice quickly obeyed, then Sue added, “Go stand in the corner.” Her lower lip quivering, the child did as she was told. “You stay right there, and don’t dare move an inch till I come back,” Sue pushed the door closed.

As Sue made her way back toward the stairs, she paused to glance through Heather’s open door, and was shocked to see her oldest daughter and Linda lying together naked and entwined, both sound asleep.

Sniffing the air quickly confirmed Sue’s suspicions — the room reeked of sex. She stared at the girls for a long while, pondering the significance of what she saw, then slowly went back downstairs.

Sue arrived in time to say goodbye to the last of the guests, who had gotten their coats and purses. Soon everyone had left except Linda’s mom Rita.

Taking a deep breath, Sue told Rita, “Alice wasn’t the only one who was naked.”

Rita raised an eyebrow, her cheeks flushing a light pink.

Sue felt an urge to draw it out, but couldn’t hold back, “Heather and Linda are asleep on Heather’s bed. They’re both nude, and it’s pretty clear that they were doing something sexual.”

It was a conversation Sue and Rita had engaged in before, usually when they were alone together. The two mothers had been lovers for two years now. At first, quick, casual sex had been enough for them, but soon the two women found themselves growing closer.

One afternoon, as they lay in bed together, Rita asked Sue about any childhood sexual experiences she might have had.

Sue said, “I was maybe eight or so. Me and another girl my age were playing in my room. I don’t know how it started, but she went in my closet and said, ‘Guess what I have on.’ When she came out, her shoes and socks were off. Well, then it was my turn to go in the closet. It turned into a game between us.

“The thing is, we started getting more and more daring about it, stripping down to our underpants, or even completely naked. I found it very exciting, though I wasn’t sure why. We were both having great fun till my mom came in and caught us. She made us feel very guilty about what we were doing, and we never played the game again.” She sighed, then looked up at her friend. “How about you, Rita?”

“Well,” Rita began, “I remember I was around ten. We were camping out in my backyard. There were two girls my age. We were all in our sleeping bags in the tent. We’d slept with our clothes on. You know how it can be, staying up late and having no parents around, right? So one of my friends decided to run around the backyard bare naked. After she’d done it, she talked us into joining her. I’ll never forget how thrilled it made me, being naked with them.”

Though these things had been nothing more than the innocent play of children, both women were quite turned on by their recollections.

The next time they were snuggling together after sex, Rita said, “This may be too weird. If it is, tell me, and I’ll never bring it up again.”

“Go ahead,” Sue said.

Steeling herself, Rita began. “Even though my Linda is ten, I still like to give her baths. Why not? She enjoys it, and so do I. Well, sometimes lately when I bathe my daughter, I… I find myself getting, um, aroused by the sight of her naked. Maybe it reminds me of some of those things when I was a little girl, maybe I’m turning into a pervert.” She gazed evenly at her friend. “Is that too freaky for you, Sue?”

In answer, Sue guided Rita’s hand to her pussy, murmuring, “No… no, it’s not. Feel how wet I am.”

From that time forward, Sue and Rita often discussed and fantasized about sexual situations involving them and their daughters. They would create scenarios where they made love to the girls, and it always seemed to bring a greater intensity to their orgasms. They’d never acted on these impulses, but often felt tempted to.

Now the mothers gazed at one another in disbelief, grappling with the reality of what Sue had just seen upstairs. “Oh, my God,” Rita whispered. “Our daughters are having sex, Sue. Are they just fooling around, or could they really be lovers?”

“Come take a look,” Sue replied, “then tell me what you think.”

The two mothers went upstairs together, tiptoed down to Heather’s door and took turns peering inside.

“Oh, yes,” Rita said, staring at the nude children, nestled together so peacefully on the bed. “I’m sure you’re right, Sue, they’ve had sex for certain. You know,” she added after a brief pause, I caught my little Sean and Linda together just last week.”

“Caught them?” Sue asked, arching an eyebrow.

“Yes, you know, naked together, touching each other’s genitals,” Rita explained. “Oh, it was more a case of kids’ curiosity than anything. I mean, they definitely weren’t having sex. Not like this.” She nodded toward the dozing ten-year-olds.

“Did you… confront your kids, then?”

“I did,” Rita said, “I told them I wasn’t angry, as long as neither of them felt that they were being pressured into doing these things.”

Carefully easing the bedroom door closed, Sue said, “Now, let’s go check on Alice.”

Sue explained to Rita about her youngest daughter’s very vivid imagination, and how Alice seemed to believe she had the power to vanish completely. “I guess that’s why she was naked.”

“Wait, wait,” Rita said, “Do you think that maybe… she was naked before that?”

Opening her mouth to speak, Sue paused. “You mean, was Alice playing sex games with her sister and Linda?”

“You think it’s possible…?”

Sue pursed her lips, lost in thought. “You know, my girls have been spending a lot more time together lately. And last week, Heather and Linda were letting Alice hang out with them. They’d never done that before!”

Fuck,” Rita breathed, her eyes wide. “Making love to Alice. How old is she?”

“Just six,” Sue answered.

“That’s — that’s so wild!”

Sue slowly nodded. “I believe a little chat with my youngest is in order.” She entered Alice’s room, Rita close behind, and found her daughter still standing in the corner.

Folding her arms, Sue said, “Well, young lady… what do you have to say for yourself?”

Alice turned toward her mother, wearing a glum expression. “I’m so sorry, Mommy,” she whimpered. “I promise not to ever be invisible again. Don’t be mad at me, pretty please?”

“I’m not angry with you, sweetheart,” Sue replied. “But you need to understand that being invisible isn’t a nice thing to do. If you can see others and they can’t see you, it’s like you’re spying on them. Okay?”

“Okay, Mommy,” Alice replied, nodding.

Come here, baby girl,” Sue said, extending her arms as she sat down on her daughter’s bed. Alice sat next to Sue, letting herself be drawn into Mommy’s warm embrace. “There’s something else I wanted to talk to you about. Before you turned invisible and came downstairs, were you playing naked games with your sister and Linda?”

“Uh-huh, I was,” Alice began, then realized what she’d just said. “Oh, no!” she cried out in distress. “I was s’posed to not tell! I did a pinky swear!”

Cradling the agitated girl to her, Sue made soothing noises. “Shhhhh, sweetie. Don’t be upset.”

“B-but… Heather an’ Linda, they’re in trouble now, huh? Bad trouble.”

“No, sweetie,” Sue said, swaying to and fro with Alice in her arms. “They think that what they’re doing is wrong, but it isn’t, and I’m not upset with them… or with you. Believe me, Alice, it’s perfectly fine for girls to love other girls.”

“It is?” the child said, gazing up at her mother.

“Yes, absolutely. In fact…” Sue looked up at Rita and the two women exchanged warm smiles. “…Auntie Rita and I love each other that way.”

“Really?” Alice exclaimed. “With your clothes off and, and everything?”

“That’s right, Alice,” Rita said, seating herself on the bed with the others, little Alice in the middle. “Your mother and I have been lovers for two years. We’ve been naked together many times… and I’ll bet we’ve done all the things that you did with Linda and Heather.”

“That’s right, sweetheart,” Sue said. “So it’s okay for you to tell us about what you girls were doing while we had company downstairs. We’d love to hear all about it.”

Alice was still a bit uneasy, but she couldn’t say no, not when Mommy was looking at her with those warm, loving eyes. “Well, first, we took off all our clothes. Then we did kissing, like how grownups do it. Um, and Heather and Linda touched me, down there. Then we kissed each other’s, um, things, and licked them, too. It felt so nice, Mommy! Is it good like that when you and Auntie Rita take your clothes off?”

Sue had to take a long, deep breath before she could speak. Her heart was pounding like a jackhammer. “Yes, sweetie. It’s very good.”

“Wow,” Alice said, a dreamy smile on the child’s lips as she pictured it, Mommy and Auntie Rita, playing the same naughty games she’d just enjoyed with her big sister and Linda.

Getting an idea, she looked back and forth at the two women, then spoke. “Could I maybe, um, take my jammies off and do those things with you guys?”

There was a long stretch of silence as the child’s words rang through Sue’s head. Did she really just ask for permission to…?

Sue turned to look at Rita — and a surge of warmth flowed through her frame when she recognized the need, the wanting in her partner’s expression. She loves the idea… and damn it, so do I.

Taking her daughter’s hand, Sue patted it. “Tell you what, sweetness. Auntie Rita and I will both make love to you — but first, we have to take your powers of invisibility away. Does that seem fair to you?”

“Yes, Mommy,” Alice replied. “But, uh… how do you do that?”

“Leave that to me,” Rita said, reaching out for Alice’s other hand. “I know the magic you need.”

“Let’s take this to my room,” Sue said, rising to her feet. “That bed is big enough for all of us.”

Alice followed the two women to her mother’s bedroom. Her mother shut the door, then said, “Now we need to get bare naked. Not you just yet, Alice. I want to undress you myself.”

The six-year-old watched with increasing interest as Sue and Rita took off their clothes. Alice couldn’t recall ever seeing her mother in the nude before, and was thrilled to finally be getting the chance. She liked seeing their bare breasts, but what really got the little girl excited was the sight of Mommy’s and Auntie Rita’s bare bottoms. Alice found herself longing to touch them. She was puzzled, though, as to why her mother had hair down there, and Linda’s mother didn’t.

Rita and Sue sat together on the bed, their legs spread apart. Alice liked looking at their things. They were bigger than what she or Heather or Linda had. Auntie Rita’s looked like a piece of juicy pink fruit. Why are they so wet? she wondered.

“Now, Alice,” Rita began, “Are you ready to give up your power of invisibility?”

“Yes, I am.” Alice said, “I don’t wanna get in more trouble.”

“Good for you, sweetheart,” Sue said, “Come here.”

Alice approached her mother, who unbuttoned and removed the child’s pajama top, then tugged the bottoms down until they ringed Alice’s feet. That left the little girl’s white cotton panties.

“Can I — would you mind if I took Alice’s panties off?” Rita asked, a quiver in her voice.

“Why, no,” Sue replied, gesturing toward her daughter. “Go right ahead.”

Kneeling before the six-year-old, Rita grasped the waistband with trembling hands, then slid them down very slowly, as if she was uncovering a priceless treasure. As Alice’s baby-smooth slit was revealed to her hungry eyes, Rita whispered, “My God… she’s perfect.”

Alice carefully stepped out of her bedclothes, leaving the child every bit as naked as the grownups. She gave them a bashful smile.

“Very good, Alice,” Rita murmured, then patted the bed. “Get on your hands and knees for me, okay?”

Alice climbed onto the bed and got into the position Auntie Rita wanted. She was facing away from the two women, but could see them reflected in the mirror on her mommy’s closet door.

Now a soft hand was stroking Alice’s bottom. She gave a blissful sigh, very much liking the nice warm feeling of that hand, then shivered as two fingers slipped between her cheeks, tickling her rosebud.

“I’m going to cure you from becoming invisible, I promise,” Alice heard Rita say, “but first, I’ve got to get you ready for it. Don’t worry, this won’t hurt a bit.”

A second hand joined the first, and the child felt her buttocks being gently pried apart. What’s she doing? Alice wondered, then gasped as something warm and moist slid through the crease of her anus. She was confused for a moment, but quickly realized that Auntie Rita was licking her bottom hole.

She was shocked at first, then it felt so good that Alice simply relaxed and let it happen. Then Auntie Rita pulled away, but before Alice could protest, the woman placed the tip of her finger against the little girl’s tight pink asshole and slid it inside.

Seated beside the trembling child, Rita carefully penetrated the girl, going a little deeper with each stroke, moving it in and out very slowly until her finger was buried right up to the first finger joint.

“I need to leave this in your bumhole for a few moments,” Rita explained to her lover’s daughter.

“Does it feel all right, sweetie?” Sue asked. “Doesn’t hurt, does it?”

“No, Mommy.” Alice said in a dreamy voice. “Mmmmm… I like the way it feels.”

Moving closer, Sue pushed Alice’s legs a little further apart, enough for her and Rita to take a good long look at her daughter’s cute little girl pussy. Their eyes met, and the two mothers shared a smile, knowing that they both wanted the same thing.

Rita said, “Alice, since you’ve been such a good girl for us, would you like your mommy and me to lick you?”

“Wow! Honest? Yeah, I’d like that lots,” was Alice’s very enthusiastic answer.

Rita began to withdrew her finger from Alice’s anus. “Ohhhh,” the child pouted. “Are you sure it’s been in there long enough?”

“Well, perhaps just another minute or two. To be sure it works.” Rita turned to Sue who was watching her lover slide a finger back into her six-year-old daughter’s rectum, going a little deeper this time. Alice’s butt clenched, then rose up and down slightly as the child tried to relax.

Reaching out, Sue placed her hand on her daughter’s butt, her fingers brushing Rita’s.

Pointing to the right-hand side of the bed, Rita told Sue, “Go stand in front of your daughter and masturbate, show her how to do it. Be sure to tell her what you’re doing.”

“Okay.” Sue said, with her voice gone soft and husky. Padding over to where Rita indicated, Sue posed for her little girl, then reached down to lightly caress her sex. “See what I’m doing, angel? This is how you can make yourself feel wonderful.”

Alice studied Sue’s movements, enthralled. Mommy’s pussy was so close to her face that she could detect its rich, exotic aroma.

She really liked watching Mommy play with herself, and having Auntie Rita’s finger in her bottom felt lovely. Alice moved her hips around, seeing if she could get that finger to go even deeper.

“This is my vagina,” Sue told her little girl, then slipped a finger deep inside herself. “It’s what you and Heather came out of.”

“When we was babies, huh, Mommy?” Alice said, “Now we’re big girls.”

“You’ll always be my babies, but yes… you are getting to be big girls. Taste this, sweetheart,” Sue said as she pulled her gooey finger out of her cunt and offered it to her child.

Alice’s mother was always holding a finger out to her daughters, saying, ‘Taste this.’ Sometimes it was cake batter, or frosting, or something else nice. This was something completely different, however, and the little girl knew it. Opening her mouth, she took Mommy’s finger between her lips.

The first thing she noticed was that it wasn’t sweet, not exactly. In fact, Alice couldn’t quite pin the flavor down, except to say that the taste was stronger than her big sister’s pussy, and she liked it a lot. She sucked and licked the finger clean and, when finished, said, “Can I have more, Mommy?”

“Oh yes, Alice my love,” a thrilled Sue replied, “You can have all you want. But Rita has to take her finger out of your bottom first.”

Alice made a face. “Aw, Mom,” she pouted, “does she gotta? I like it.”

“Well, if she doesn’t, we can’t lick you down there, now can we?”

“I guess not. Okay, you can take it out.” Alice said, and Rita did just that.

Sue continued with her demonstration “This bump here is your clitoris… the clit, for short. The most sensitive part of a woman’s body. It feels amazing when you touch it.”

Getting up on her knees, Alice spread her vulva open with both thumbs and said, “Here’s mine, Mommy.” Touching it with the tip of her finger, she smiled and said, “You’re right, it feels nice.” She paused, studying her mother’s cunt. “I like your clit, Mommy. It’s big. Er… can I see what it feels like?”

“Of course, dear,” Sue said, joining Rita and Alice on the bed.

“Would you like to touch mine too?” asked Rita.

“Sure,” Alice replied. “Here, sit close to Mommy, and I can touch you both!”

Sue and Rita both leaned back against the headboard, their legs spread wide. Seating herself before them, little Alice explored the cunts of the two adults, delighted by how warm and juicy they felt to the touch. The wetness just seemed to invite her fingers into the women’s vaginas.

Rita and Sue watched as the little girl touched them, occasionally sharing passionate tongue kisses and fondling each other’s breasts. It felt lovely, but Alice wasn’t quite experienced enough to make them come with her fingers.

Finally, Rita spoke up. “Um, Alice? Your mommy and I need to do something to one another now, so we can get that extra special feeling.”

“Yes,” Sue agreed. “Watch what we do, Alice… it’s something really nice that you can try with Linda and your sister. Oh, and you can touch yourself while you watch us, if you want.” She laid down on her back, then Rita knelt on top of her, only facing the other way.

Alice immediately knew what they were about to do, having seen Heather and Linda engaged in the same act. They’re gonna lick each other, she told herself, and I get to see it! The thought of it dazzled the child.

Now in the classic sixty-nine position, Rita and Sue began to lick and suck each other’s pussy with an animal hunger. They were soon very close to coming.

When Alice said, “I saw Linda and Heather do that. I wanna try it, too!” Both mothers moaned, then came together in an especially intense orgasm. Finally they lay limp and entwined, their bodies glazed with sweat.

Once the women had emerged from the cozy afterglow of their ecstasy, they turned to Alice and began to caress and kiss her all over, enjoying the delights of a little girl’s body for the first time.

Sue nuzzled her daughter’s neck, whispering, “I adore, you my angel. Can Mommy kiss you, the way that lovers kiss?”

“Yes, Mommy,” the child sighed. “Please kiss me.” Their mouths drifted together, and soon their tongues met as well.

Before Alice knew it she was on her back, kissing Mommy while Auntie Rita licked her, the woman’s hot tongue gliding through the moist opening.

“You saw Linda and Heather doing what me and Rita just did?” Sue asked her daughter in between kisses.

“Yes, Mommy.” Alice answered as she watched Rita’s head between her legs.

A few moments later, Rita raised her face from the six-year-old’s slit. “Sue, come lick your daughter. You’re aching to taste her, I’m sure.”

“Yes, I am,” Sue murmured. Caressing Alice’s face, she added, “I love you, baby girl. Don’t be scared — this is just another way for me to show you how strong that love is.”

“I’m not scared, Mommy,” the child replied — though she was, a little bit. “And I love you, too.”

Alice was spellbound as she watched her mother settle down between her thighs, then a delicious shiver raced through the little girl as Mommy looked up and their eyes met, her mouth no more than an inch away from the girl’s sex.

Alice felt the caress of Sue’s breath, and spread her legs even further apart. Please lick me there, Mommy, she silently begged. I want it so much!

A low moan escaped the girl’s lips as her mother kissed, then licked her cunt. Just the tongue at first, then a warm, tender mouth covered Alice’s slit.

“Do you like how this feels, honeybunch?” came a voice close to the child’s ear. It was Auntie Rita. “Is it good, your mommy making love to you like this?”

“Yes,” Alice breathed.

“What about the things you’ve done with your sister… and my little girl? Did you enjoy that?”

“Yes,” Alice said, her voice soft and dreamy. “I like k-kissing Linda an’ Heather.”

“Kissing them? Their lips, you mean?” Auntie Rita had a hand between her legs, rubbing herself there.

Alice shook her head. “Not just… I love kissing more of them, too. Their titties. And — and their things, I mean p-pussies.”

Suddenly that extra good feeling was upon the six-year-old, and she loudly cried, “Oh, Mommy! Oh, yeah, mmmmmyeah! Oh. OH! Don’t stop, Mommy, d-d-don’t stop!” She clutched her mother’s head, shaking helplessly as waves of pleasure rolled through her thin body, one after the next, until the child was spent. Alice let her hands fall, then lay back panting like she’d run a long, hard race. “Uh, you c-can stop now, Mommy,” she managed to say at last.

Then she was nestled between Mommy and Auntie Rita who, Alice noted in her dazed state, were sharing deep, sexy kisses. She wanted to be kissed herself, but lying there doing nothing felt so nice…

After letting herself be cuddled for a while, Alice asked, “Mommy, can Heather and Linda come play with us? They’d prob’ly like to, I bet.”

Rita and Sue looked at each other, then smiled. “Well, yes,” said Rita, “I don’t see why not. How about it, Sue? Up for some more fun and games?”

“Oh, I’m definitely on board,” Sue agreed, then kissed her little girl’s cheek. “Good idea, sweetie.”

Heather and Linda were still dozing peacefully when they were awakened by a voice saying, “Girls?” Sitting up in a panic and covering their bare bodies as best they could, the ten-year-olds were very surprised to see both their mothers and Alice, all standing bare naked in the doorway.

They were even more surprised to hear Sue say, “Girls, let’s go downstairs for cake and cookies. Don’t bother getting dressed, just come as you are.”

Heather and Linda felt a little odd at first, seeing their mothers bare naked — especially while they, too, were nude. However, they quickly grew to enjoy this new experience, not least because their moms looked so beautiful with all their clothes off.

As the five of them ate sweets and drank juice, Sue and Rita explained to the two ten-year-olds that they knew about their little sex games, that they played them too, and now they could all enjoy them together. Linda and Heather were shocked at first, but quickly realized that liked the idea very much.

“Shall we go back upstairs?” Rita finally said, laying down her fork. “I don’t know about the rest of you, but I’m in the mood for love.”

They made their way back up to Sue’s bedroom. Reaching out for Heather, Rita drew the girl into her arms, kissing her lover’s daughter. And just like that, the afternoon’s festivities were underway.

They made love in every combination. Alice especially enjoyed watching Rita lick Linda’s pussy, almost as much as she liked watching her mother go down on Heather. Alice also discovered that she really enjoyed rimming, and eagerly licked the bottom holes of her four new lovers.

Who needed the power of invisibility, anyhow? Alice was happier than she’d ever been. She could kiss and do sex stuff with her mommy and her sister. Or she could play over at Linda’s and enjoy naked games with a different mother and daughter.

Sometimes they all played together. Sometimes Alice just played with herself. It was all great fun, and they lived happily ever after.

The End

Note from Purple Les: Thanks to JetBoy for his assistance with this story.

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My Amazing Mum, Part Six

  • Posted on November 24, 2019 at 4:28 pm

By Misty Meadow

Mum’s cleared all the junk from the garage and parked the car in the driveway. She’s covered the concrete floor with an old rug, threadbare but usable, and put an old couch in one corner. She talks about finding a big mirror in a demolition yard somewhere, but that’ll have to wait. It’s Saturday morning. Jackie Jackson, my P.E. teacher, is coming to audition me for the gymnastics team, and we’re getting prepared.

The doorbell rings and Mum, dressed in a sheer slip with no knickers, opens the door. From the top of the stairs I see Jackie step in, wearing her school outfit — tight nylon shorts and a men’s singlet. Only today, she’s gone without a bra, and her nipples show so starkly through the thin material that it’s like seeing her topless. Her camel toe is even bigger than usual.

I start down the stairs, stark naked. “I can’t find my leotard, Mum,” I pout.

“Shit, I forgot to take it out of the laundry. It’s being washed. Sorry, love.”

Jackie looks up at me, her eyes bright. “You’ll just have to work in your knickers,” she says.

“Or naked,” says Mum, who had arranged this little deceit with me beforehand.

“And I forgot my leotard, too,” says Audrey, also naked. She follows me down the stairs. “Wow!” she says, looking at the front of Jackie’s shorts. “Your camel toe… it’s bigger than ever!”

“That’s because I’m not wearing knickers,” she confesses, running her eyes up and down Mum’s bare body, which is perfectly visible through the transparent slip. “Just like you, Jo.” We all laugh.

“I suppose we’re all pretty shameless,” Mum says. “You see, I’ve always taught Misty to be proud of her body, and she seems to have interpreted that to mean she should show it off to everyone.” She smiles. “I’m a bit of an exhibitionist too, truth be told.”

“No shit,” Audrey mutters to herself.

“No one should hide their beauty,” Jackie says, “especially people like us.”

“Us?” I ask.

“Girls who like girls. You like girls, don’t you, Misty?”

“I like Audrey… in fact, I’m in love with her. I like my mum, too and I like you, Jackie.”

She smiles, drinking in the sight of our little naked bodies — our smooth cunts, Audrey’s budding tits and my flat chest. Then she studies Mum’s slender figure.

“Not a pubic hair between the three of you. How delicious. You could be a teenager, Jo.” Hearing that, Mum practically glows with happiness. “Now, where are we going to work? In the garden?”

We take Jackie into the garage, where our teacher looks about. “This will do nicely. We have perfect privacy, so working naked won’t be a problem for girls who always want to show off. That’s fine. Know what? I think I’ll get naked, too.”

Mum’s face lights up, and my tummy churns with excitement. I’m about to see my gym teacher’s cunt. Oh, what joy! Jackie peels off her tank top and pulls her shorts down, tossing them on the couch and stands there, completely starkers, as we stare at her.

“Oh, my God,” Mum murmurs, her eyes big as saucers. Jackie’s mound is perfectly shaved, her cunt lips almost as big as Mum’s, a rosy clit peeping out at us. Audrey and I stand open-mouthed, entranced by her boyish beauty.

“Do you mind if I stay and watch?” Mum asks.

“No, I prefer it if you do. If you leave me alone with these two sex kittens, I might not be able to control myself, and end up doing something naughty to them, so you’d better keep an eye on us.”

“If you did, they might enjoy it,” Mum says, playing our game to perfection. She sprawls on the couch, legs carelessly wide and her cunt in full view, just like I knew she would.

“Okay, Audrey, I want you to start some stretching exercises, and I’ll work with Misty, see what she’s capable of. Show me what you’ve got, Misty.”

I do some moves I learned in ballet class, leaps and pirouettes, then a handspring. I manage a backflip from a standing position, but land badly.

Jackie quickly approaches, her face colored with concern. “Are you alright?”

“My thigh!” I moan. This is completely contrived, of course. I climb shakily to my feet. “I think I’ve pulled something.” I point to my inner upper thigh.

Jackie puts her fingers to the spot. “There?”

“A little higher,” I tell her, and her fingers move to where my leg joins my torso. “Yeah, right there.”

She smiles. Has she seen through this little scheme of mine to get her hand close to my cunt? “I’ll massage it for you,” is all Jackie says.

As her fingers move up and down my groin, her thumb “just happens” to graze my slit. When it slips between my labia, I can’t keep from moaning. I glance over at Mum, who has a wicked smile on her face, a hand down between her legs. I’m definitely enjoying this gym lesson.

For half a minute or so I let Jackie fondle me. I look over at Audrey who’s doing a stretching exercise, standing with her right leg raised almost vertically beside her wobbling body as she holds her calf with one hand, This shows her cunt off beautifully.

“It feels better now, Jackie,” I say, and she reluctantly takes her hand away. “But maybe I should sit down and rest for a minute.” I go to sit beside my mother.

“Perfect,” Mum whispers in my ear. “That was a neat stunt you pulled there.”

“She made my pussy wet,” I whisper back, then point across the room. “Look, Mum!” Jackie’s holding Audrey steady, one hand on her waist and the other right on her cunt.

“Jesus!” Mum whispers. “This is a lesbian’s paradise. I’m getting so fucking turned on.”

Audrey lowers her leg and raises the other, and Jackie touches her the same way. Then Audrey — now holding herself much steadier — does a handstand, holding the pose for a few seconds, then spreads her legs, one forward and one back.

“They should be perfectly horizontal,” Jackie says, running her hand from one ankle to the other, brushing Audrey’s cunt as it passes. “Now switch.”

Audrey scissors her legs closed and opens them in reverse, then Jackie does her hand thing again, pausing to sniff her fingers when she takes them away. Audrey closes her legs, pauses for a beat then goes over into an arch, feet, and hands-on the floor, back bent. Now her feet are about thirty inches apart, and her cunt is the centre of everyone’s attention.

Jackie stands there, gazing at this thrilling pose, my lover’s delicious slit all but served up to her. She turns and looks at us, an expression of painful frustration on her face. “Oh, my God!” she cries. “It’s too much, damn it. I have to have her!”

“Go for it!” Mum urges.

“Yeah!” I chime in. “Do it!”

Jackie kneels between Audrey’s legs, bends down and kisses her right on the cunt.

“Bravo!” Mum cries. “Make her happy, Jackie. She’s been wanting you to do that for a long time.”

Mum and I join them in the middle of the floor, watching raptly as Jo’s expert tongue goes to work. Mum squats down next to Audrey and lovingly caresses her breasts.

My only question is: What should I do? There are three willing lesbian right in front of me, there are no rules and anything goes. Mum’s tits and cunt are available, but Jackie is new territory for me, so I stand behind her, reach down and cup her breasts with both hands, squeezing and kneading them, then drop to my knees, put my arms around her and slide one hand between her legs, fingers seeking her pussy. I work a finger in and out of her, then search for Jackie’s clit, strumming it. I can feel her body tremble.

This tableau plays itself out for a while until Audrey winces and says, “Oh, bugger… I’m cramping!”

We step back and let her fall to the floor where she lies on her back, knees raised and spread, her face slightly pained, but flushed and happy.

“Let’s sit on the couch and rest,” Jackie suggests and we all sit down.

“Who’s kidding who?” Mum asks. “Let’s face it, we’re not here for gymnastics… are we, Jackie?”

She grins sheepishly. “I have to confess, my motives aren’t exactly pure. I’ve been lusting after these little hotties for almost a year now — yes, even you, Misty, even though you’re only eleven. I admit it, I’m a fucking pervert and a paedophile.”

“Me, too,” Mum says. “You’re in good company.”

“Can little girls be paedos?” I ask.

“Why not?” Mum answers. “My own mum was; so am I, so you’re in line for succession.” I smile proudly. “I think we should all go up to my bedroom where we’ll be more comfy, and get to know each other a little better.”

“We didn’t make the bed,” I say. “Audrey slept with me last night.”

“You mean we’ll be using sheets where your two perfect little bodies lay naked, all night long?” says Jackie. “Oh, how intimate. It’ll be almost like wearing your clothes.” We rise from the couch and drift toward the hallway

“Mum has a collection of sexy knickers we can model for you,” I tell her as we climb the stairs.

“That’ll be wonderful,” Jackie says, “I love searching through girls’ knicker drawers… but more than that, I want to rummage through your laundry hamper and try on the dirty knickers that you wore yesterday.”

“And mine, too?” Audrey asks.

“Yes, and yours, too,” Jackie replies.

Audrey giggles. “Can you rub yourself when you’re wearing them? I want my knickers to smell like your pussy.”

On the landing, Jackie announces she needs to pee. We all crowd into the bathroom to watch her as she sits on the loo with her legs splayed, leaning back to let us see her lovely cunt.

“My mother used to let me pee on her in the tub,” Mum informs us. “Among her other fetishes, she was a piss drinker.”

“How old were you then?” Jackie asks.

“Misty’s age.”

“I’m something of a pee lover,” Jackie says, “so perhaps another day, we can have some fun with that in the shower. Who’s up for it?”

“ME!’” we all chorus, grinning.

“Don’t wipe yourself,” Mum says, “because, in a few minutes, I’ll be licking you clean.”

In the bedroom, we look at Mum’s wide bed, but there are four of us and it’s going to be a tight squeeze, as she points out.

“Not a problem,” Jackie says. “We can lie one on top of another.”

“Head to tail?” I ask, thrilled by the thought. “Sixty-nining? Awesome!”

‘But who’s gonna sit on whose face?” Mum asks. “Misty, you should sit on Audrey’s or Jo’s, because you can sit on mine any time you like.”

I speak up. “Audrey and I have our whole lives in front of us. So perhaps you should lick her, Mum… and Jackie can lick me!”

Their faces light up. Mum tears her slip off and falls back on the bed, and Jackie lies down beside her. Audrey and I glance at each other, marveling at our good fortune. I watch as she lifts a leg over Mum’s face and lowers her body until lips meet lips, then she leans forward and plants a big sloppy kiss on Mum’s dripping cunt.

I look at Jackie, the cute, boyish teacher who is about to add to my sex education. “Come on, you sexy little minx,” she says, smiling. “As long as I have a face, you’ll have a place to sit.”

Just as I’m lowering my cunt to her mouth, she murmurs, “A little drop of pee would be a nice touch, if you’re able to.” I’m definitely planning to oblige her.

An hour later, we’re all squeezed together on the bed, side by side, exhausted. Our cunts are almost raw from the ravages of hungry tongues, and we’ve all lost count of our orgasms. Everyone has gone down on everyone else, and we’re more or less wiped out.

“You girls have turned me into a child molester,” Jo says. “I fucking love it!”

“And here are two little girls who want to be molested as often as possible,” Mum says. “You can do anything you like to them, as long as they consent.”

I’m glowing with love for her. My mum is amazing!

The End

Kerb Crawl

  • Posted on November 21, 2019 at 3:59 pm

By Androgyne

Reworked by JetBoy for Juicy Secrets

As I step out of the shower, I realise how a vampire is supposed to feel when the thirst is on her. The hunger, the need — it takes priority over all other considerations, and the need is on me tonight, burning hard and deep.

Barely rubbed dry, I dump my towel onto the bathroom’s tiled floor and stride into the bedroom. Reaching for the body mist canister, on the dressing table, I envelop my naked body in a flowery haze, as I stand in front of the mirror. Still looking pretty good for forty-one, I tell myself.

I’m tallish though not towering, heavy breasts above the firm curve of my belly that bounce slightly as I move. My rounded thighs meet in the shaven triangle of my vulva and the damp sheen on my pouting labia isn’t just from the shower. I’m horny as hell and I need to get laid right away. Past time to get dressed and out to search for what I need to scratch my sexy itch.

On nights like these, the keyword is lightly-dressed. No panties or bra for starters, no stockings or tights… just a short pleated skirt, white blouse, and a pair of light moccasins since I’m driving.

I run a comb through my medium length brown hair, scoop up the car keys from the dresser, and then scamper downstairs toward the front door, pausing only to pick up my wallet before tapping in the alarm code to secure the house. Closing the front door behind me, I turn the key in the deadlock. The alarm on my people carrier bleeps as I press on the fob while trotting towards the big vehicle.

It’s late September, though the weather is still mild. If I feel a chill later there’s always the car’s heater, and I’ve a nylon windbreaker on the back seat. Sliding behind the steering wheel, I turn on the engine and reverse out of the driveway and into the crescent. Driving off into the gathering darkness, I know exactly where I’m heading for, Concert Road, and the area off it. It’s a happy hunting ground, most times!

The Concert, as its known locally, is an area of little housing and less shops. It’s mainly light industrial premises, so after dark it’s pretty much deserted. That is, until the working girls come out to play. At this time of night, I expect to find just what I’m looking for and badly need, someone to put out the fires building deep inside me the only way they can be extinguished — with a warm, wet mouth on my pussy.

I know this area like the back of my hand, so I’m there in no time. The first one I spot is pacing near a set of traffic lights. She’s not unattractive. but heavy built. I prefer them slender or skinny, so I cruise on by. The next qualifies on physique, but she looks really rough. I figure she’s on drugs or sick or both, so I pass her by as well.

Turning onto Calder Street, I can see someone in the distance, drawing closer. I begin to think, This could be the one.

She’s standing in the mouth of an alley, under a sodium street light. In the orange glow I can begin to make the girl out as I slow down to halt just short of her hangout. From here I can see that she’s tall, thin, young, and blond. In fact she’s really young, which suits me fine. The younger they are, the keener they are to please, less likely to just go through the motions. I flick the headlights on and off a couple of times to attract the girl’s attention, then wait as she ambles over.

There’s a chance she won’t take a lady customer; some of the girls and ladies won’t. That seems strange to me — why would a street girl who’ll take a cock up her rear without a condom have a problem with fingering a lady’s pussy?

At least I feel fairly confident that the police won’t be bothering me. They periodically have a blitz on kerb crawlers, but they’re hardly likely to worry about a lady who stops to ask for directions from someone standing on a corner. Also, in their innocence, they seem to find it hard to believe that a housewife would be out to pick up a hooker.

Coming nearer, I can see that this girl is really young. She’s loaded on the makeup, but looks no more than thirteen, and she’s kitted out about as provocatively as she can be. Her calf-length boots are loose on her because her legs are thin, as are her thighs — clearly visible, since her skirt is as brief as one of those fringe things you wrap around a birthday cake. Up close now, I can even see a flash of her panties. These are black, of course, and through the fine mesh of the girl’s blouse, her tiny breasts and perky little nipples draw my eyes.

Tapping the switch to roll down the window, I slide over to her side to make my play. “You wanna do some business, baby?”

She looks cool and unconcerned as she shrugs and moves closer, right up to my car’s door.

“Sure, lady, why not? I don’t do rough stuff and I don’t let my customers do it to me. Otherwise, anything goes.”

Jesus, she’s just what I’m after. I’m getting excited and hot just looking at her. The girl’s face is thin — like her body, but just as pretty, while her blond hair is fine, silky and cut really short.

Swinging open the passenger door, I gesture her inside. When she settles on the seat, that tiny skirt rides up high over her thin thighs to reveal the taut triangle of those skimpy black panties. She’s also wearing black and yellow hooped stockings, folded over just above her knees.

God, I want this so badly I’m shaking. “What’s your name, baby?”

“Chrissie! Christine, really, but everyone calls me Chrissie.”

“Okay, Chrissie. I’ll drive us somewhere quiet, where we won’t be disturbed. Do you know Purslow Park? Plenty of privacy there.”

Flipping open the glove compartment, I scramble a thin sheaf of banknotes out of my wallet and hand them to her. “Is that okay with you?”

She folds them and pushes them into the breast pocket of her blouse, scarcely seeming to look at them — but I’m sure she knows exactly what I’m paying her.

The girl dazzles me with a smile. “Lady, for that you get whatever you want, as often as you want!”

I’ve started the car once she’s hooked up her seat belt and we’re away down the deserted street. My hand drops onto her lean thigh to gently caress it.

“How long have you been doing this, baby? Don’t your folks worry about where you are at this time of night?”

She makes a face. “What the fuck do you care? Are you a social worker? You wanna talk, or do you want me to screw you?”

“Calm down baby, I’m just asking. You got paid and I’m gonna get fucked as good as you can do me. I’m just curious is all.”

“Oh, well I don’t suppose it’ll hurt to tell you. Dad’s in gaol, and Mum’s pissed most of the time. I do this for the money, what else? If I didn’t I’d have nothing to wear and fuck all to eat half the time. Are you happy, now you know?”

“I’m happy we’re heading for the park, baby. We’ll be there soon.”

The dark skies have now descended into a steady rain, which is good since not much will be moving in the park. The windscreen wipers are on fast, and my fingers are pressing against the crotch of Chrissie’s lacy panties.

She eases back in her seat and makes a noise a little like a cat purring. “You’re paying me, y’know! Do you get off on this?”

“My name’s Francis; my friends call me Frankie. And yes, I do get off on this. I love feeling up a girl and getting her panties damp.”

Right then, I swing my car left into Purslow Park. Through the curtain of rain, I can see that the place is almost deserted. A couple of cars parked, maybe people doing just what I’m gagging for. I hiss past them and head for a secluded spot under the trees. Swinging my car around, I reverse into the undergrowth and then shut off the engine. I can hear the car pinging as it cools, but the loudest sound is the rain rattling onto the roof.

“Let’s get into the back, baby. There’s more room there.”

I’ve got the car doors locked — it’s nighttime in an almost deserted park, and I don’t want any intruders bent on robbery or worse. In semi-darkness, I settle on the back seat, then turn to face my pick up.

“Warm me up first, Chrissie. I love having my nipples sucked, so start with them.”

Her movements are smooth as single malt scotch as she effortlessly pops open the buttons of my blouse from top to bottom, then tugs it out of the waistband of my skirt, over my shoulders, and completely off. Her mouth settles over one swollen nipple while her fingers tweak and tug at the other. I shift about on the seat, moaning softly with pleasure at how good it feels. Her sharp little teeth clamp down hard enough to cause pain… but I love the pain, and love it even more when she flicks her tongue at the tip of my breast. Then she twists my other nipple so hard that I yelp.

“God, Frankie, you got great nips; so big and hard.”

While she’s working my breasts, Chrissie slips her free hand under my skirt, up my thigh, then paused in mid-motion as she realises I’m wearing no panties. She recovers from this surprise quickly enough, though, and slides her fingers through the slick folds of my labia, probing the puffy lips till I’m wriggling on the seat cover, panting with helpless desire.

Pulling her lips from my bloated nipple with a smack as she withdraws her hand from under my skirt, Chrissie flashes me a wicked grin. “Y’wanna see all of me, Frankie?”

My throat’s so thick and dry I can’t get the words out, so I just give her a vigorous nod. Crossing her arms, she lifts the hem of her skimpy top and tugs it up and over her head. No bra, of course. Her small breasts are tipped with stiff, pointy nipples, and suddenly I want my mouth on them. A brief fumble with a button and zip and she’s wriggled out of her micro skirt. As Chrissie hooks her thumbs into the waistband of the black lace briefs, she smiles with even greater abandon before easing out of the wisp of black nylon.

Her panties dangle from a finger as she opens her thighs for me, showing everything. “Now you see my pussy, Frankie… so tell me, when do I get to lick yours?”

God, I’m absolutely burning for this young girl to do me. I can’t wait any longer, so the words spill from my lips as I flip my skirt up, putting myself on display. “Now, baby, do it now, go down on me!”

Kneeling before me, Chrissie pushes my thighs even farther apart as she leans closer, her breath warm on my wet flesh. Pursing her lips, she lets a stream of warm saliva drizzle on and into my cunt. With a fingertip, she gently smears it around my vulva and labia. Finally, when I think I can’t bear it for one more second, she leans in and kisses my quivering pussy.

I’m writhing on the seat when the tip of her tongue slides deep into my vagina. I throw one leg up onto the seat, stretching myself even wider. I know I can’t hold back, I’m going to come right away.

When it hits, my body bucks and arches like a bow. “Oh fucking hell, baby!” I cry.

I’m jerking and shaking in a brutally hard orgasm that rocks my bloody world, but ends a bit too soon for my liking, and the leg I laid across the seat is throbbing with a cramp, requiring a quick massage with both hands to ease it away.

It’s a good start to my evening, but I want and need more — at least, once my heart slows down and my breathing eases. I glance down at where Chrissie still kneels on the floorboard, and she’s looking up at me with that same wicked smile, her mouth smeared and glistening with my pussy cream.

“You want more, Frankie? Or do you need a rest? Old ladies get tired easy, don’t they?”

Cheeky little fucker! I’m paying good money for this, but sod it — she’s just too good with her mouth for me to get pissed off at for being a smartarse. “No, Chrissie,” I answer back. “I know what I want, and I want it now. I want you to fuck me bowlegged!”

When she stands, head ducked so as to avoid the car roof, I realise how tall she is, almost as tall as I am. I can feel the heat from her thin body as she gets on top of me, those hard little nipples grinding against my bigger, equally hard ones, sending what feels like electric current surging through my breasts. Then she presses her taut little pussy into my wet labia and begins to grind, her eyes dreamy with pleasure.

Fuck my old boots, this young hottie is bloody amazing! There’s an eagerness to Chrissie’s fucking that goes way beyond what she’s getting paid. This kind of enthusiasm can’t be faked — she’s into this in a big way.

Then all I know is ecstasy as she grinds her pussy into mine, her hands clutching my hips as she humps me, smooth and steady. I reach around and cup her silky buttocks, then raise myself to heave back against her, I’m breathing hard, sweat trickling between my breasts. I can feel my release rising inside me like a massive pressure front deep in my vagina, but I’m determined not to come so soon this time.

Her slick flesh slides over mine, and even in my shuddering pre-orgasmic state, I can see that this time Chrissie is on her way to coming with me. Her lips are drawn back, showing good teeth that gleam in the faint light, her head is thrown back, the tendons of her neck in taut relief as the young girl trembles in the face of her approaching climax. She’s pumping her hips faster and faster now, and we’re both on the verge of losing it; but she keeps hammering my crease with hers.

I stiffen, my whole body spasms, and then my orgasm explodes through me as I squirt my pussy nectar all over and into Chrissie’s satiny flesh. Meanwhile, Chrissie is erupting against me, caught up in a huge and shuddering climax of her own that leaves her slumped on top of me. While my heart thunders in my chest and waves of incredible heat and pleasure flood my body, I shake and tremble like a leaf in a gale. The rain is rattling on the roof of my car, and we both lay entwined, breathing like we’ve just run a marathon.

At last I stir, unknot myself from Chrissie’s velvety flesh, then prop my back against the seat while I get myself together once more.

As for Chrissie, she rears back and stretches luxuriously as if she’s waking from a nap. “Satisfied with what you’ve got for your money, Frankie?”

I’m getting value for money, but I’m not quite satisfied yet. “You’re good, baby, and you’re hot — but let’s go one more round!”

She smiles and snakes her way back towards me. “Anything you want, any way you want it, Frankie. You’re still in credit! What’s your pleasure, love?”

“Turn side on to face me, baby, and spread those lovely thighs.”

As she does so, I do the same, so we’re facing each other, my thighs spread wide — though not as wide as Chrissie’s supple body allows hers to go. Reaching forward I trail my fingers through her slick pussy then probe between her labia till I can ease two fingers deep into her pink seashell. Curving them inside the girl’s vagina, I begin to pump them hard into her.

Her hand moves between my sticky thighs to slide not two but three fingers into me, stretching my cunt just enough to make me grunt, then moan with delight. Face to face, we finger fuck each other with increasing vigor, and I try to time things so we get off together.

“Almost there, Chrissie,” I pant, “just a little longer… slower, baby, ooohh yeah. Mmmm, yes, right there, now! I’m gonna come now! Oooooooohhhh!”

Hooking my free arm around Chrissie’s neck, I yank the girl’s face to mine and plaster my lips to hers as we convulse in one more huge orgasm together. It seems to go on and on till we both slump down, burnt out and satisfied at last.

My car reeks of hot pussy, the windows are misted over, and the rain is still a steady drumming on the roof as we start to clean ourselves up. The old sports holdall under the seat yields a towel, some moist clean-up squares, a three-parts-full bottle of mineral water, and a small cylinder of a cheapish body spray, practically unused. In a little while, the evidence of explosive lesbian sex has pretty much vanished.

With Chrissie in the passenger seat beside me and belted in, I start my car up again and head for the park gates. This time, I turn right on the way out to head back the way we came. The rain has become mixed with frequent rattles of hail and I’ve cranked up the heater a bit.

Turning my head, I glance across at Chrissie to make conversation for the first time since we were done fucking.

“I’ll want more of you soon, baby. You’re some talent all right, and there’s more than a few things we didn’t do that we can do next time.”

Chrissie looks a little tired; even her wild sexiness seems to have subsided somewhat. She glances at me from under her lowered lashes. “So you got what you wanted, Frankie? No complaints?”

I give her my best “cougar” smile. “Well, I’m a tad tender after your vigorous attention, baby, but that was well worth it. How about you?”

“Yeah, me too,” she nods. “I came twice and I got paid for it, so I’m cool!”

“You want me to drop you off back at that alley in Calder Street, baby?”

For the first time since she got into my car she doesn’t look sexy, angry, or cocky. Indeed her expression is downright incredulous. As the wipers struggle to keep the screen clear, she turns to me. “Oh, Mum, look at it out there! It’s like the heavens have opened. Let’s go home!”

I can’t help but laugh. “Oh Jesus, Chrissie… the look on your face when I said that! Yeah, of course, we’ll go home. But how was that for role-playing?”

“Amazing, Mum. Can we do it again soon?”

“Oh, not too soon, I’ve got a lot of other exciting ideas lined up for us. Your Auntie Grace has given me one of her old nurse uniforms, so just wait till you find out what we’ll be doing that night! Anyway, let’s get home. Your dad’s on shift till 6 AM… so later on, if we’ve got some energy left, we could try a little late-night loving in your bed.”

Once again, my hand slides under my daughter’s skirt, caresses her slender thigh, then presses against the moist crotch of her skimpy briefs. She wriggles as she grins at me. “You really do like feeling up young girls’ wet panties, don’t you, Mum?”

“Just yours, baby… just yours!”

I accelerate the car as the first twinges of desire begin to return to my dampening pussy, headed for our home — and my daughter’s bedroom.

The End

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