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Ripples, Chapter 14

  • Posted on May 21, 2019 at 2:14 pm

by Sapphmore and JetBoy

After an uneventful morning, Jessica got the girls off to school and drove to the shop. Somehow, she put aside all thoughts of her personal life, knuckling down to making calls, checking stock, analysing sales and checking out new lines. She even managed to busy herself on the shop floor — manning the tills, tidying the shelves and greeting customers, but making an effort to avoid the changing rooms. Why be greedy? she thought. You’ve already got enough on your plate.

At the end of a productive day, Jess was preparing to go home, intending to have her little chat with Alice and Katie. Then she received a call from a member of the local commerce group, asking if she could attend a meeting that evening about business rates and rents. With the economy as it was, especially affecting the country’s town centres, she felt she had to say yes.

She picked up some groceries, then fetched the two younger girls from school. As soon as Alice got home she prepared dinner, and as she and her daughters sat at the table, she told them, “Listen, girls, I need to go to a meeting in town tonight… but instead of getting a sitter in, I’ve decided that Alice is old enough to be in charge while I’m gone. I’ll only be gone a couple of hours or so, but phone Rachel if anything happens and I can be home in ten minutes.” She turned to her eldest daughter. “How does that sound, sweetheart? Do you think you can look after your sisters for me?”

Alice nodded, clearly pleased. “Of course, Mum, thanks for trusting me. I promise, I’ll be careful.”

Jess smiled at her lovely teenage daughter. “I’m sure you will; you’re a very grown-up girl for your age.” They exchanged knowing looks, then carried on eating.

After dinner, Jess cleared up, with Alice helping dry the dishes, then she went upstairs to get ready — a quick shower, slipping into a casual pantsuit, retouching her makeup and a few swipes of the hairbrush. By six-thirty, she was ready to go.

Standing by the door, car keys in hand, she told Alice, “Okay, call me if there are any problems, but remember, Rachel is just across the road. I might be home by ten, but it could run later than that. Make sure your sisters wash up and clean their teeth, and that Poppy’s in bed by eight, Katie by nine. You can stay up and wait for me if you want, but make sure to do all your homework. I’ll let Rachel know you’re looking after the girls.”

“Okay, Mum, no problem.”

“Thanks, love.” Though feeling a wicked urge to give her daughter a passionate French kiss, Jess settled for placing a soft peck on Alice’s cheek before taking her leave.

*****

As the door closed behind her mum, Alice was already beginning to think about having a little fun with her sisters. She called out, “Katie! Poppy!”

The younger girls appeared at the top of the stairs. “What’s up?” said Katie.

“Why don’t you guys bring your homework down here? We can work at the kitchen table and get it done fast… then we’ll have until bedtime to do something fun together!”

“Cool!” cried Poppy, disappearing in a flash.

“Something fun, huh? Sure, okay,” said Katie, giving her big sister a thoughtful smile before turning away. Alice felt a flash of excitement, suspecting that her younger sibling had something more interesting in mind than TV or kids’ games. Maybe Katie got over how nervous she was in the shower yesterday, Alice thought. Wow, I sure hope so!

Moments later, the three girls were seated at the kitchen table, plowing through their homework. Poppy had a few long division problems she was struggling with, but with Alice’s help she made short work of them, and within half an hour, they were finished.

“All right!” Alice said, slamming her biology textbook shut. “Let’s go get changed, then meet up by the sofa!”

Grinning with excitement, the three girls raced upstairs, each to their own room.

Her heart pounding, Alice quickly stripped off all her clothes, dropping them where she stood, and rushed into the landing stark naked. She went down the hallway to Poppy’s room and, without hesitation, entered. “Hey, Popstar!” she exclaimed, “don’t forget to clean your teeth.”

Alice’s sudden entrance made Poppy start. She turned, her eyes going wide at the sight of her big sister, bouncing into her room without a stitch on. “Ali, you’re not wearing anything. You’re always doing that.”

Alice grinned, “I know. I told you before, didn’t I? I like not wearing clothes. Why don’t you try it? We could all watch telly completely naked. It’ll be fun, like… like living in the jungle!”

“A naked party, huh? Yeah, let’s!” Without a second thought, Poppy shucked the nightshirt she wore, then slipped out of her knickers. “How’s this?”

“Perrrrrrrrfect,” Alice cooed, feasting her eyes on the nude seven-year-old. “I’ll go tell Katie.”

*****

In her room, Katie had just put on fresh panties, and was wriggling into an old Abba t-shirt of Alice’s that she liked to sleep in. She appraised herself in the mirror, wondering if she really was as cute as her big sister said.

Katie found herself hoping that Poppy wouldn’t want to stay up past her bedtime, maybe even turn in a little early, so that she could be alone with Alice for awhile before their mum got home.

Ever since she and Alice had showered together the day before, Katie had been consumed by thoughts of her older sibling, of how they’d washed each other. It felt so lovely when she touched my bum, Katie mused, and when she got me to wash her titties… well, that was nice too.

But then Alice had tried to put Katie’s hand between her legs, the younger girl had panicked and fled. Katie’s face burned with embarrassment as she replayed the incident in her mind. She could still hear Alice’s voice, whispering, Wash me there… it feels so good.

Katie wasn’t sure if she was a lesbian like her big sister, and preferred girls to boys… but she knew one thing for certain: If she gives me another chance to touch her there, I won’t be running away.

She’d just begun to make her way to the door when Alice burst in. Katie opened her lips to speak — then froze as she realized that her older sibling was completely bare.

“Hey, Kitty Kat — me and Pops are going to watch TV with no clothes on.”

Katie was flabbergasted, unable to speak. Finally she managed to say, “Why?”

“Just for a laugh,” Alice giggled. “We’re pretending we’re in the jungle, and don’t have any clothes!”

Katie felt a touch of nervousness, but fought it off. Don’t you be a fraidy-cat — not this time!

In fact, when she thought about it, the idea of getting naked with Alice seemed, well, sort of interesting. With a devil-may-care shrug, she stripped completely before her big sister.

“Way to go, sis!” cheered Alice. “Let’s brush our teeth first, then we’ll head downstairs.” She went into their shared bathroom, another smile of victory forming. Well, that was easy, she told herself, reaching for the toothpaste. I think this is gonna be lots of fun.

Within minutes, the three sisters were gathered in the living room, each stealing occasional glances at the other two. Alice had suggested that they bring their dressing gowns along, just in case they needed to cover up quickly… but at the moment, they were all put to one side.

“What shall we watch?” asked Alice, considering for a moment whether to log on to one of her favourite naughty websites and pull up some sexy girl-girl footage. Then she decided it was a bit too soon to expose Poppy to that kind of fun without laying some groundwork first. Katie had already seen one of those videos on the night after their Wales trip and sleepover, and Alice had another hot lesbian clip waiting, one she intended to show Katie at some later time. Maybe tonight, she thought.

They settled on a DVD compilation of songs from cartoons and films and, once it was playing, danced around the floor singing along. Anyone peeping through the window could be forgiven for thinking they were watching some kind of bizarre tribal ritual, unless they could hear the music.

As they pranced around, each continued to check out the others. Alice took the opportunity to study her sisters’ yet-to-develop young bodies, growing more aroused by the minute. Katie paid special attention to Alice’s blossoming womanhood, unsettled by the realisation that she was feeling an attraction for her own sibling. As for Poppy, she savoured the pleasure of doing something naughty, but also gazed in awe at her sisters’ bodies, slightly jealous of their more developed figures.

As their energy waned, the jumping about subsided, and they finally settled down, electing to watch a documentary on penguins, spreading their dressing gowns out on the sofa, where Alice and Katie seated themselves. Poppy chose to lie on her tummy on the floor.

The girls sat quietly, watching the screen — two of them were, at any rate. As the younger ones became mesmerised by the animals, Alice seized the opportunity to study her sisters.

Katie’s body was beginning to ripen nicely, and the way she sat, facing Alice, exposed her open peach enough for the older girl to get a good look. She felt a sudden, urgent hunger to lick that pretty slit, causing her heart to beat a little faster.

Shifting her gaze to her baby sister, stretched out on the floor, head supported by her elbows and palms, Alice found the view to be just as tantalising — perhaps more so, given her sister’s age. She found herself mesmerised by Poppy’s pert, pale bum, the seven-year-old’s thighs parted just wide enough to give Alice an incredible view of the child’s puffy slit, as well as her cute little rosebud.

Alice felt warm all over, imagining the possibilities at hand. What would Poppy do, she wondered, if I were to crawl over to where she is, dip my face between her legs and lick those pretty little holes of hers? Bet she’d love it. She gave a tiny nod. Bet she would, yeah. I wonder… does Mum ever think of Katie and Poppy the way I do? Unsure how to process such an idea, she put it aside.

Eventually it neared 8 PM — so as she promised her mum, Alice informed Poppy that it was her bedtime. She’d expected an argument, but the little one was tuckered out from their earlier antics. “Will you tuck me in, please?” said a sleepy-eyed Poppy, rising to her feet.

“Sure, Popstar,” said Alice, reaching out to take the child’s hand.

Once Alice had Poppy safely nestled in bed, she leaned down and placed a light kiss on the little girl’s lips, allowing it to linger just a little. “Good night, sweetie,” she whispered.

Poppy raised her head slightly. “You never kissed me like that before… I like it.”

“Oh, well,” Alice said, “You’re growing up fast, kiddo — thought I’d give you an adult kiss for a change.”

“I liked it,” the child repeated. “Can I have another?”

“Sure,” Alice said, drawing the little girl into her arms. She pressed her lips to Poppy’s, a bit more firmly this time, drawing the kiss out for even longer. The urge was there to give in to desire and bring her tongue into play, kissing her seven-year-old sister like a lover. She barely managed to resist.

Alice gently broke away, giving the child a sweet smile. “G’night, Poppy… I love you.”

“Love you too,” the dazed girl replied.

Pausing to switch on the nightlight, Alice made her way to the door, turning back to look at her little sister before she left. The sight of Poppy gently touching her lips quickened Alice’s heartbeat.

“Alice?” Poppy called out, just before her sister closed the door. “That was fun, not wearing any clothes. Can we do it again?”

Alice had to smile at that. “Oh yes, Pops, we certainly will. We’re going to have lots of fun, now you’re getting to be a big girl — you’ll see. Now get to sleep. Pleasant dreams.” Pulling the door to, she leaned back against it, taking deep breaths to calm herself.

I don’t care if she’s only seven, she thought. I don’t care if it means I’m perverted. Sometime soon, I’m going to make love to her.

Alice went downstairs and back to the living room — pushing the door to, but not quite closed, remembering how she had peeped on her mum and Rachel on that amazing night, several weeks ago. Who knows? she told herself. Maybe Poppy will wake up and come down for a glass of milk or something. Wouldn’t it be cool to have her see me and Katie, doing sex stuff? She paused to look at her nude sister, still relaxing on the couch. Speaking of Katie…

She seated herself opposite Katie, this time dropping one leg to the floor and bending her other leg on the cushion so her dampening slit was fully exposed. She casually dropped a hand to her thigh, achingly close to the source of her heat.

They carried on watching TV for a few minutes, with Alice thinking of her next step all the while. Finally, she turned to her sister. “Wanna do something else now?” she asked, alternating her gaze between Katie’s eyes and the part of the younger girl’s body she was dying to get to. Let her see me look, she thought.

Katie pursed her lips, as though she was trying to recall the answer to a test question. “Um, I dunno. The other night, you said you’d teach me some cool stuff… y’know, that girls do.”

“Oh, yeah, I forgot about that,” Alice replied, trying to seem nonchalant, but inside she was almost feverish with anticipation. She adjusted her position, fully putting her own sex on display to Katie, leaving one leg trailing on the floor, the other now bent completely with her foot flat on the cushion. Now her sister could see everything she was doing. “Shall I teach you how to masturbate properly?”

“Sure,” Katie said, her voice barely audible.

Alice gave the younger girl an encouraging smile. “Okay, then. First, you need to get yourself all wet; otherwise you can get a bit sore from rubbing. It’s best to do it this way.” With that, she put her index and middle fingers into her mouth, moving them slowly in and out to ensure they received a good coating of saliva.

Locking eyes with Katie, who was watching raptly, she removed her fingers and, moving slowly, dropped the hand to her groin. “You should touch your vagina slowly at first, to get yourself all wet and excited.”

“Vagina?” Katie repeated. “That’s your, um…”

Katie nodded. “Most girls call it their pussy, but there are lots of names for it. Just slide your fingers up and down to get started.” Alice demonstrated, holding back her excitement to build the tension. As her sex grew moist, she gradually eased her middle finger into the hot folds of her labia.

“As soon as you feel wet enough, you can start to put your finger inside like this — but be careful you don’t scratch yourself with your nails.” Alice began to dip her finger inside, alternating with circling the small but throbbing nub of flesh just above. “Once you get going, you can touch your clit, this little button at the top. That’s where you get the best feelings from.” She continued to tease her own engorged clitoris while watching Katie, who was too busy staring wide-eyed at her sister’s vulva to notice.

Katie’s mouth hung slack in awe at the incredible sight before her. Seeing a girl’s naughty bits on the video Alice had shown her a few days ago was one thing, but this was up close and for real. It was giving the nine-year-old all kinds of feelings that were new to her — some thrilling, some a little scary.

Without missing a stroke, Alice said, “Why don’t you have a go, so I can see how you do it?”

Too astonished to speak, but thinking, Yes, that’s what I want, Katie quickly nodded and got into the same position as her sister. Alice smiled and said, “That’s it — like we’re doing it in front of a mirror. Just copy what I do.”

Katie put her fingers in her mouth, just as Alice had done. Once they were wet enough, she did as Alice instructed, and slowly trailed them up and down the cleft of her smaller, smoother pussy. Where Alice had visible outer lips forming, Katie’s labia were not yet as developed. Alice thought her sister’s sex looked more like an apricot.

They continued to mirror each other for a few minutes, the younger girl copying every move her older sister made. As Alice pushed a finger inside, so did Katie; when Alice used her middle finger to rapidly circle her clit, she did the same, though Alice had to pause before she reached a climax. Then Katie watched as Alice fucked herself with the index finger of one hand, while using the other to stimulate her clitoris. Katie copied her but, not being used to having anything inside her vagina, went more slowly.

Although Alice had initiated both sexual encounters with her mother, she’d still been the student, despite Mum’s lack of experience in that area. Now for the first time, she was the teacher… and it felt good. She knew instinctively that she wanted to educate other girls — women, too! — in the delights of lesbian love.

Sensing once again that she was about to come, Alice eased off, not wanting to let it get in the way of her intentions. She continued to carefully watch Katie, whose eyes were still glued to her sister’s busy hands, and waited until the inevitable moment when the younger girl would succumb to these new pleasures.

When Alice finally saw Katie’s eyes close, the girl’s head lolling back to rest on the arm of the sofa, she ceased her own fingering and carefully stood, raising herself from the sofa so that her sister wouldn’t notice. By then, Katie was oblivious to all as she drifted toward her own orgasmic throes, made evident by her short, sharp breaths and little jerks her body made.

Alice moved slowly on her hands and knees along the carpet to Katie’s side, careful not to touch or interrupt her. She watched until she heard her sister’s breaths grow deeper, turning into low moans that built to a crescendo, rising in tone until it seemed as if she might scream. Choosing that instant to make her move, Alice bent forward to flick her tongue over Katie’s tiny nipple.

Katie’s eyes suddenly flew open at this unexpected touch, her hand freezing in mid-motion. “Alice!” she gasped, staring at her big sister in complete disbelief. “What are you–”

“Don’t stop!” Alice said, pausing her flickering tongue to look up at her little sister. “I’m just helping you feel good, Kitty-Kat. It’s okay, carry on. You’re so close!”

Too shocked to speak, Katie began to masturbate again. As it sank in, the import of what Alice was doing, the younger girl redoubled her efforts at manipulating her clit. Only this time, her eyes were wide open, taking in the view of her elder sibling as Alice lavished attention on her nipples.

Katie began to moan louder, her brow furrowed with sudden concern. “Ali, what’s happening? I feel funny all over… I think I’m g-going to wee myself!”

Shaking her head, Alice said, “You aren’t, trust me — it feels like that when you’re about to come really big. “Just let it happen, sis — I promise, you’ll love it.”

Katie still felt uncertain, but she did have faith in her big sister. Anyhow, it felt too good to stop. Her hand moved frantically, the pleasure mounting higher with each passing second.

Alice began to kiss her sister. She didn’t use her tongue, but they were hot open-mouthed kisses that siblings didn’t usually share. Katie didn’t really respond to them, though she seemed happy enough to let Alice do whatever she wanted. Then the panting nine-year-old was coming, and nothing mattered but the moment’s ecstasy.

Katie had brought herself off a few times by then, but lovely as that felt, it was nothing compared to this orgasm, now raging through her body like a thunderstorm. She moaned as this incredible sensation reached a peak, but the sound was muffled by her big sister’s mouth.

A few seconds later, her body convulsed, almost throwing Alice off. The older girl sat back, watching in awe as Katie quivered and shook, lost in purest bliss. I did that, she told herself. I taught my sister how.

Now aching with lust, Alice looked down at her little sister’s hands. Katie’s climax was beginning to ebb —  her finger still pumping in and out, only much more slowly than before. Feeling a wicked impulse, Alice joined her index finger to Katie’s before sliding them both into the girl’s gushing furnace. A jolt raced through Katie’s body, then Alice withdrew her finger, dizzy with excitement as she raised it to her lips for a first taste of the younger girl.

She sucked greedily to get all the juices she’d longed for, then inserted the digit back into Katie’s honeypot for more. It was not long before her second helping was gone, so she dipped in again — only this time, she raised the glistening finger to her sister’s lips. “Go on, sis… you’ve tasted mine, now taste yourself.”

Katie hesitated at first, then took the juice-covered finger into her mouth, sampling her flavour and deciding she liked it. Alice shivered at how nice it felt, having her finger suckled like a hungry baby with a milk bottle.

Taking her hand back, Alice drew close to Katie and kissed her gently, like a lover, but with more affection than lust. Neither girl spoke for a few seconds.

Alice looked round at the clock on the sideboard, then turned back to Katie, who had regained her breath and was practically glowing with contentment. “It’s nearly nine,” Alice said, rising to her feet. “Time for you to get to bed, Kat.” She extended a hand to help her sister up.

As Katie rose, she threw both arms around Alice, hugging her tightly. “Oh, thank you, Ali, thank you! That was… it was the best thing ever!” Pulling away, she gazed up at her sister. “Can we do that again? Lots of times?”

Alice enjoyed a smile of victory, tinged with an overwhelming love for her sibling. “We sure can, Katie. Now that you like girls too, we can do all sorts of things together. I can’t wait to teach you more.”

They gathered up their dressing gowns, then Alice led Katie up the stairs and to her bedroom. She tucked her sister up in bed and kissed her gently on the lips, just as she had with Poppy — only this time, she got to savour the taste of the young girl’s virgin cunt on her lips. “Night-night, Kitty-Kat. I love you.”

“I love you too,” whispered Katie.

Alice turned to go, but just as her hand touched the doorknob, Katie suddenly blurted out, “Ali, who taught you how to do that stuff? You said you’ve done it with other girls… now, will you tell me who they were?”

The question caught Alice by surprise. She hadn’t given any thought to telling Katie about the things she’d done with Mum — at least not yet. She studied her sister for a few seconds, wondering how best to answer, the beginnings of a plan starting to unfold in her head.

She took a breath. “Well… if I tell you, you can’t tell anyone else ever, okay? Whatever was the biggest secret I ever asked you to keep for me, this one is even bigger.”

Katie nodded. “I swear. Cross my heart and everything.”

Returning to the bed, Alice sat down beside her sister. “Okay then. Um, I started doing stuff with Bella after I found these stories and videos of lesbian stuff on the internet. But she was always too scared to let me do much. Mostly just kissing.”

“Uh-huh,” said Katie, her face getting a bit warm as she recalled her own fears. Now, they just seemed silly.

Alice continued. “Then one night, I was outside Mum’s room, and I saw her watching this DVD full of ladies having sex with each other–”

“Wait, wait!” Katie protested. “Hold on. Our mum was looking at a dirty movie? A lesbian movie? But she isn’t gay!” She paused. “Um, is she?”

“I didn’t think so before, but here’s the thing: Mum wasn’t just watching, she was touching her pussy!”

Katie’s eyes were huge. “No way!”

“Yes way,” said Alice. “She didn’t know I was there, and I sneaked away quick when she turned the movie off. Anyhow, I’d been thinking a lot about, y’know, liking girls, and I figured maybe I could talk to Mum about it, ‘specially if she felt the same way. But then, before I got around to talking to her…” She paused, unsure of what to say.

“What? What happened?”

Alice felt herself blush. “Um… so like I said, I was having these thoughts about girls — wanting to kiss them and touch them, you know? Well, I, uh, kinda started feeling that way about Mum.”

Katie made a face. “You wanted to do sex stuff with Mum? Isn’t that, I dunno, sort of weird?”

“Maybe not that weird,” Alice replied. “Let’s face it, Mum’s a sexy woman.”

“I — I guess,” said Katie. “So… what did you do about it? Anything?”

Alice took a deep breath. Here goes, she thought. “A couple nights later, after you and Poppy had gone to bed, I went to Mum’s room and asked if we could talk. I told her that I think I’m a lesbian and I asked her to teach me how to kiss properly… and show me how to play with myself, like we just did.”

“You never!” Katie gasped, her eyes wide. “What did she say?”

“At first, she didn’t want to. Mums aren’t supposed to do things like that with their daughters, and she could get in a lot of trouble if anyone found out. But then, I sort of got her to kiss me anyhow.”

“Wow… so, what was it like?”

“Oh, Katie, it was wonderful. Better than I ever thought a kiss could be. She loved it too, I could tell! And I guess it got Mum all excited, ‘cos I started touching her titties, and she didn’t make me stop. Then… well, Mum undressed me, and played with my pussy till I came.”

“That’s… oh, I don’t know,” breathed Katie, in something of a daze. “It sounds so — so bad, so wicked, but at the same time, really, really hot!” She shook her head slowly, as if trying to clear it.

“You’re right,” Alice replied with a nod, “but it was totally sweet and gentle, too. It wasn’t just sex, Katie. Mum made love to me… and I could feel that love all over when she touched me down there.”

Katie longed to ask her big sister, Would Mum ever do that to me? But she couldn’t summon up the nerve, instead settling for, “Did you, um, d-do stuff to her?”

“I wanted to, but she said no. I suppose by then, she was feeling bad about what we did. But then I pushed her nightie open and sucked her nipples, then Mum let me do what I liked to her. Know what I did then? I kissed her pussy!”

Katie could only gape at her sister. The story was crazy, the kind of thing that she usually wouldn’t believe for an instant. But Alice never lied to her. Never.

Fighting to keep a grip on her emotions, Katie said, “What was that like?”

“I loved it,” said Alice. “It was amazing, she tasted really good. I made her come in my mouth!”

It was too much for Katie. Right or wrong, she yearned to be in on this. “Would you — um, could we maybe do that sometime…?” Please say yes, she silently entreated. Please.

Alice wanted to jump up and down and cheer, but merely smiled. “Sure, Kitty-Kat… but we’ll have to be careful.” Bending down, she gave her sister a gentle kiss. “You’d better get to sleep now, Mum will be home by ten. Remember now — this is our secret, and you promised never to tell.”

“I won’t, honest.”

“G’night, Kat.” Giving her sister a little wave, Alice exited through the bathroom. Before pulling the door shut, she noticed that Katie was staring into space, lost in thought. Good, Alice told herself. The more she thinks about it, the more interested she’ll be, more ready to let herself go.

Peering into the mirror on her wall, appraising her nakedness, the twelve-year-old pondered her next step, Should I wait for Mum downstairs, in my room, or slip into her bed? She had every intention of enjoying sex with her mother that night. If she feels like it, anyhow. But I bet I can make Mum want it, even if she thinks she doesn’t.

She went downstairs to clear up, get some water and make sure there were no telltale signs of what they’d been up to, then went back up to her room and laid on her bed with the bedside lamp on, contemplating the events of the evening.

Alice began to caress her breasts, slowly moving her hands over her body. Remembering how she’d put off her own climax, she knew that there was more than enough time to put that right. But it would be better if I saved it for Mum, she thought. Then again, it could be a couple hours before she’s ready to come to bed. I’ll make myself come, only not too big of one.

She considered logging on to one of her favourite naughty websites — but really, why bother? The vision of nine-year-old Katie finger-fucking herself mere minutes earlier was still etched into her memory. Then she recalled the sight of little Poppy lying prone on the floor, innocently revealing her girly bits, and that image began to fuel her desire in a big way.

Oh God, I want to fuck Poppy! She’d love it, I’m sure. But how do I make a move on a girl who’s only seven? Maybe if I got Katie on board to help me… though maybe I should wait until she and I have done more, like licking each other.

That got Alice’s mind moving in an interesting direction. If I’d tried to kiss her pussy just a minute ago, she would’ve let me — I’m sure of that. She glanced at the clock on her night table. Twenty after nine. Mum said she might be home by ten. That’s time enough for me and Katie to have some more fun.

Acting on this sudden impulse, Alice swung her legs off the bed and went to her bathroom door, opening it wide. She returned to her bed, lay back down and began to masturbate, using the images of her younger sisters to feed her lust. Her movements were gentle at first, lightly caressing her slit. With eyes closed, she filled her mind with the image of Katie touching herself, the girl’s thighs spread open, her fingers dripping with nectar.

Then Alice’s wicked imagination added their baby sister Poppy to her fantasy, the nude seven-year-old down on her knees, her eyes dancing with excitement as her face drew nearer to big sister’s pussy. Alice fingered herself more aggressively as she pictured little Poppy pressing an open-mouthed kiss into her cunt — a vision that had her longed-for orgasm fast approaching.

As the fire beneath her belly hissed and crackled, Alice called out, “Oh Katie, please lick me. Yes, oh fuck, yes. Lick your sister’s pussy!”

She was lost in the throes of ecstasy — making jerking movements, kicking her legs out and panting for breath, all the while keeping her eyes fastened to the door on the other side of the bathroom. And when she saw the door move just a little, Alice knew that her scheme had worked.

Now the objective was to stop herself from getting off. Alice eased up on her fingering, but continued to speak, hoping to entice her sister to move closer. “Oh Kat, I need you so much! Let me taste you. I want to fuck you, make you c-come in my mouth…”

Katie was there, standing in the fully open doorway to her room. She’d put a nightdress on, but had a hand between her legs, rubbing her vulva.

Alice slowly sat up, extending a hand to her younger sister. “Come on in, Katie, it’s okay.”

Her sister walked as if in a trance into Alice’s room. “I — I heard you calling me.“

Smiling at the girl, Alice beckoned her forward. “C’mere, little sister… we’ve still got time before Mum gets home. I’ll show you some more sexy stuff, if you like.”

With only a second’s hesitation, Katie did as her sister asked, crossing the room to stand beside Alice’s bed. Alice was about to tell her to take off her nightdress — instead, she chose to swing her legs off the bed so that she was perched on the edge before Katie, smiling up at the younger girl. Alice took hold of the hem of the faded cotton nightie and lifted it slowly, rising to her feet as she tugged it higher. Katie raised her arms to assist. Alice pulled the cotton garment over her head, threw the nightdress on the floor and, before Katie could react, placed a hand on each side of her face and kissed her on the mouth.

Her sister stood paralysed, not knowing what to do or how to respond. After a few moments, Alice pulled away a little and looked at Katie, their noses almost touching. “Are you sure you want to learn more?”

Katie could only nod at first — then the girl’s voice caught up with her thoughts, coming out in a gasp. “Yes, p-please!”

Alice was giddy with delight, feeling the need to shout out loud. Instead, she spoke, keeping her voice low and intimate. “Okay then. It’s time you knew how to kiss — really kiss, like lovers do. You’ve heard of French kissing, right?” Another nod from Katie. “Well, we’re going to do that now. Just relax and let me show you what it’s like… then you kiss me back the same way. It’s the best, you’ll see!”

Drawing close, Alice kissed Katie again, this time insinuating the tip of her tongue between her sister’s lips. Katie let it happen, a whimper escaping when the older girl’s tongue sought out hers, coaxing it to join in the dance. As the kiss deepened, she began to respond, mimicking her sister’s movements. Then Alice began to plant juicy kisses on and around her mouth, then wandered round to her ears and down the side of her neck.

Though dizzy with excitement, Katie found herself standing motionless, hands hanging limply by her side, the whole world reduced to the mouth and tongue of her sister. She felt Alice’s hand move from her face to her shoulder, then the other hand slipped around to the back of her head as the soft, luscious lips of the older girl found hers again, Alice’s tongue seeking and gaining entry.

Her big sister’s hand continued to wander, inching down Katie’s arm before shifting to her hip, then round the nine-year-old’s back to pull her in even closer. Now their bare bodies were touching, pressed skin to skin. Alice’s hand drifted down to cup and fondle her younger sibling’s bum, kneading the baby-smooth globes, her fingers dipping between them to tease Katie’s rosebud.

Again, those lovely warm kisses moved from Katie’s mouth to her neck, causing the child’s head to loll back, her eyes drifting shut as she lost herself in the moment. This time, however, Alice’s wandering lips and tongue did not return to her mouth, but carried on their journey downward, briefly lingering on her upper chest, then lower, down to Katie’s barely formed breasts.

As Alice’s tongue emerged to encircle a hard nipple, her hand was on the move, too — gliding slowly from Katie’s back to her front, nails lightly scratching a trail around her hip until the fingertip traced a line just above the young girl’s pubis.

Katie was quivering inside, half of her focused on Alice’s lips and tongue as they pleasured her nipple, the other half riveted to her big sister’s hand, thinking, Touch me there, please please please touch me there.

Alice began to slide her hand further downward, going slowly as she was able, determined to give her little sister the chance to break away if she wanted. But when her middle finger finally touched the tiny pearl of Katie’s clitoris, the smaller girl’s body jerked suddenly, accompanied by a sharp intake of breath.

“Yes, Ali — oh, yes!” Katie cried.

Raising her face from the girl’s chest, Alice stared at her, thrilled to bits by the raw, naked hunger written on Katie’s face. “You like this, then?”

“I love it, Ali… I — I love you. Please d-don’t stop, touch me some more…”

It’s happening, it’s totally happening, Alice exulted. I’m gonna fuck my little sister!

Her finger began to move, exploring the hot, moist flesh of Katie’s virgin cunt. The slickness of the child’s vagina made it easy for the digit to disappear into the hot orifice, then back out again, drawing forth warm, lubricating fluids so that the coated finger could easily pass back and forth — teasing the girl’s stiffening clitoris, then dipping back into the juicy vagina to keep it slick.

Katie was lost in sensations even more intense than she’d experienced downstairs. Alice’s hand seemed to know exactly where to go to make the good feelings happen… and oh, yes, now big sister was kissing her neck, ear, shoulder, then back to her lips, that sweet hot tongue darting into her mouth to flutter briefly before withdrawing; now Alice was nibbling at her chin, those lovely kisses descending into the hollow of her throat…

Realising with a start that she could be touching her big sister’s naked body instead of just standing there,  Katie reached out to explore the older girl. Her hands found Alice’s breasts, and she began to feel her up.

Suddenly Katie was touching only air as her big sister broke away, those lovely fingers no longer between her thighs. Katie’s eyes popped open, a dismayed pout on her lips. “What — what’s wrong?”

Seizing her younger sibling’s arm, Alice manoeuvred Katie around so that the backs of her legs were pressed against the bed. Nudging Katie’s chest, she said, “Lie down!” in a tone clearly meant to be obeyed.

Katie sat down on the bed’s lower edge, then lay back, encouraged by another light push from her big sister. Now Katie was sprawled out on Alice’s bed, both feet on the floor and her knees slightly parted. She stared at the older girl, wondering what would happen next.

She got her answer right away, when Alice knelt down before her, using both hands to push Katie’s legs apart. Leaning in until the child’s sex was inches from her face, she placed her thumbs on either side of the slit, prying the lips far enough apart to expose the treasure she sought before applying her mouth to the syrupy flesh.

Starting with a long swipe of the tongue, she lathered Katie’s pussy with her saliva — once, twice, three times. Hungry for her prize, eager to take her baby sister all the way, Alice dove in to suck greedily on the little pearl that was Katie’s clit, teasing it with rapid flicks of the tongue.

Katie was quickly snatched back to the state of near-euphoria she had basked in just moments before. She thrashed about on the bed, clutching at the quilt as if she was trying to keep her body from levitating. When a sudden jolt of pleasure hit her body, she went rigid — trembling from head to foot, legs stretched straight, toes pointing outward — then a violent shudder went through the nine-year-old before she went limp all at once, her breathing coming in deep intakes and outtakes, as though she’d just run for her life.

Alice sat back on her haunches, a fire burning in her eyes, smiling with deep satisfaction at the reaction she’d caused in her sister. Rising to her feet, she gazed down at Katie’s sweat-covered body, feeling a love that went deeper than ever before for the girl. She was still consumed by lust, though, and leaned over Katie; a hand on either side of her head, then bent down to kiss her mouth. The dazed girl barely responded, still recovering from her orgasm, while Alice’s body still longed for release.

“Are you okay, sis?” Alice asked.

Katie looked up at Alice, feeling the same deep love for her older sister. “Yeah, I’m… wonderful. That was… I dunno, I can’t even say. Is it always like that?”

“It sure was for me, but I’ve only done it a couple of times. I don’t know, really. S’pose it depends on who you do it with… and what you do.”

Taking a long, luxurious stretch, Katie gave a blissful sigh. “Well, I want to do it again sometime. Can we, Ali?”

Alice saw her opportunity. “Well, we haven’t quite finished yet. See, I’ve shown you what it’s like to be licked down there, but you haven’t had the chance to do it yourself.” Reaching down, she casually placed a hand on her vulva. “Wanna try it now?”

Katie’s eyes widened, as if she’d just received an unexpected gift. “Yeah,” she said, moistening her lips. “Yeah, I do.”

Alice grinned, delighted by her little sister’s eagerness. “Well, here’s your chance.” She stretched out next to Katie on the bed, adjusting her pillows so that she was propped up against the padded headboard. Opening her legs, wide she patted the covers between them.

Rolling over, Katie moved to lie between the spread thighs of her sister, giving Alice a view down the nine-year-old’s back, all the way to those lovely bum cheeks. Wow, little girls sure have pretty bottoms, Alice thought, recalling how enthralled she’d been by Poppy’s bare bum an hour earlier.

Katie was also fascinated as she studied her sister’s lightly-downed slit. “It’s so pretty,” she murmured. “I never really thought about what p-pussies look like.”

“Touch it,” Alice breathed, her body slightly tensed in anticipation and need.

Absently nibbling at her lower lip, Katie tentatively touched a fingertip to the glistening slit, then suddenly remembered to put two fingers in her mouth to moisten them — though Alice was already more than wet enough. That accomplished, she slowly insinuated first one, then both digits into her big sister’s pussy.

“Oh, my,” Katie said, glancing up into Alice’s eyes. “You’re so hot inside, Ali!”

“I’m hot for you, Kitty-Kat,” the twelve-year-old replied. “Now fuck me some. Start slow, then you can go faster.”

Katie began to move, flexing her wrist, pumping her fingers in and out, back and forth. With each stroke, she could feel Alice’s vagina open up to take her even deeper, the older girl’s juices flowing freely.

“Oh… oh, Katie,” Alice moaned, “that feels s-so good, but I want to, to feel your mouth on me. Lick me, Kat, lick me down there.”

Quickly withdrawing her fingers, Katie moved forward to lick at the fiery pink flesh of her sister’s cunt. As her tongue made the first stroke, Alice cried out as though she’d been touched by a hot iron. Startled, Katie paused in mid-lick, but Alice gasped, “Don’t stop, don’t!” placing her hands on either side of Katie’s head to keep her in place.

So Katie returned to the task, bathing her sister’s pussy with long, lingering swipes of the tongue. Soon her lips and chin were slick with the warm juices that issued from Alice’s cleft. She’d sampled the strange but interesting flavor before from her sister’s fingers, but getting it straight from the source was something else again. The nine-year-old had never tasted anything quite like it, and couldn’t put a finger on what it reminded her of.

Katie still wasn’t quite sure she knew what she was doing, but what she could clearly see was that Alice loved it — her moans growing louder, her body quivering more with every lick.

I love it too, Katie thought. Why was I scared of being gay, anyhow? It’s the best! She wanted to immerse herself completely in lesbian sex, to try everything imaginable with Alice. Does this mean that we’re girlfriends, then? That’s a weird idea… but kinda hot, too.

She was getting light-headed from the strong, heady scent of her sister’s cunt. Thirsting for more of Alice’s nectar, Katie covered the pretty pink hole with her mouth, sucking at the juicy folds.

I love this. I love her. I’m in love with my big sister.

Alice’s voice broke into Katie’s reverie. “Do me here, Kat,” the older girl pleaded, resting a finger on either side of her inflamed clit.

Keen to do what her older sibling wanted, Katie trailed her tongue up to the spot Alice indicated, then took the fleshy spear between her lips, nursing it like a tiny nipple.

Suddenly, Alice gave a loud moan, then began to pant frantically, as if she was running at full speed. Her body shuddered, the tremors growing more pronounced with each passing second.

Oh, my God, Katie realized, she’s coming! I’m making her come! She continued to suck Alice’s clit, determined to get her sister off in a big way.

Frantically snatching at a nearby pillow, Alice clamped it over her face to muffle her cries. She began to rock her hips — then stiffened, her frame held motionless for a small eternity before she went limp.

Katie raised her face from between Alice’s thighs, knowing somehow that her sister had had enough. She licked her lips, savouring the thick honey that coated them, her chest swelling with pride.

Letting the pillow fall from the bed, Alice took a deep, satisfying breath.

Sensing motion in the corner of her eye, Katie glanced toward the open door, stunned to see their mother standing in the darkened hallway, staring at her naked daughters.

“Mum!” cried Katie.

And we’re off, to Chapter Fifteen!

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Caryn, Part One

  • Posted on May 17, 2019 at 2:12 pm

by Randi Patterson

{ This story was originally posted at Nifty in August 1998 }

“Mmmmm. Oh, Terry! Ahhhhh….” Kris shuddered with pleasure as Terry slipped her fingers into Kris’ panties and tenderly stroked the girl’s mons. Terry brought her other hand quickly to Kris’ mouth to muffle the girl’s gasps and groans as her fingers gently caressed the sensitive skin of the girl’s labia and the fleshy folds of her vulva.

Terry never ceased to be amazed at how sensitive and responsive her young friend was to her touch. Even here, in the middle of Tucson’s busiest mall, surrounded by hundreds of busy people, Kris was focused completely on the gentle ministrations of Terry’s fingers as they stroked and caressed her genitalia.

If the shoppers in the mall had slowed long enough to notice the woman and girl sitting close together on the bench, they would have seen nothing too unusual. The woman looked to be in her early thirties, with dark hair cut in a wedge style. She was wearing a stylish short business skirt and an expensive leather jacket. She was an attractive woman, with bright, wide-set eyes, full lips, and a pleasantly oval face.

The girl, perhaps thirteen or fourteen, seemed to be too old to be the woman’s daughter. She had blonde hair tied into two tresses that cascaded past her shoulders, and had a beauty that radiated outwards from her on all frequencies. She was beautiful as only a young girl can be, when she is at that indeterminate, post-pubescent, pre-adolescent age. As Bob Seger would say, she had the looks that could open doors with just a smile. It was more difficult to see the short denim miniskirt that she was wearing, because of the large Macy’s advertising circular that was spread out on her lap.

Perhaps she was the woman’s kid sister, or her niece. The two were obviously close friends, if not actually related, judging by the way they huddled together on the bench, the woman with an arm across the girl’s shoulders, their heads close together as they gazed at the circular on the girl’s lap.

“Shh, sweetheart. I know the chance of discovery makes it all the more exciting, but let’s not press our luck, okay?” Terry took her hand from Kris’ mouth and let it fall onto the girl’s chest. She cupped the girl’s breast briefly, squeezing it gently before bringing her hand back up to the girl’s shoulder. “Now, spread your legs a little, Kris, so I can get my hand all the way into your panties. I think you’re wet enough now. Mmm, that’s it, baby.”

Terry, feeling Kris’ lubrication beginning to flow, slipped her hand deeper into the girl’s panties. Gently, she eased her middle finger past the teen’s labia and penetrated her vagina, inserting her finger as deeply as she could. She felt Kris shudder, the vaginal muscles instinctively clamping around her finger. Terry flexed her wrist slightly, bringing her finger up against the ventral surface of the girl’s vaginal cleft. She found Kris’ clitoris and slowly rubbed it with her finger, sliding the length of her finger back and forth over it.

Kris came almost immediately, a series of small orgasms that would crescendo to a mind-bending climax if Terry continued the stimulation.

But Terry knew there was a finite limit to her friend’s self-control. And the middle of the mall was not a good place to test that limit. As Kris began to fidget, and then to writhe her hips in a steadily increasing rhythm, Terry withdrew her finger from the girl’s vagina and gently tugged the panties back into place, giving her mons a reluctant final caress.

She brought her hand to her face, and inhaled the heady aroma of Kris’ little girl muskiness. Licking Kris’ fluids from her finger, she then turned to regard the young girl.

Kris gazed steadily at her, and said, “Ahh, Terry, this is incredible. All those people, and they didn’t even know. I was frightened and aroused at the same time. Weird, but not unpleasant. And you were right, about the way the sensation, the pleasure, seems to intensify.” She paused for a moment, lost in thought. “I feel so, so…” She stopped, shivered and smiled up at Terry. “I think I finally understand what my brother meant about all the sexually repressed half-humans around us, and why he warned me against doing stuff like this.”

Terry arched an eyebrow.

“It was something my brother told me once. When I was trying to figure out how to tell you how much I wanted you to caress me again. He told me that if I had sex with you, I’d probably want to show it off somehow in public. He was more worried about the legal ramifications than the social ones, though. He told me to be careful, but I think we’re being careful enough.” Kris moved the circular off her lap, onto Terry’s. She smoothed down the hem of her mini, and decorously crossed her legs. Still smiling, she said, “Mmm, now it’s your turn. Ready?”

“I hope you never understand anything that even remotely includes the concept of sexual repression, Kris. You are all innocence and curiosity. I hope you hang on to your innocence forever, sweetheart. And no, I’m not ready yet.”

As much as she wanted to be on the receiving end, Terry thought it best to wait. This was the first time she’d had public sex with Kris, but not the first time she’d ever done it with a female. Her previous lover Lisa had convinced her to give it a try. She’d been a little shocked at the suggestion, but Lisa had been very persistent. When she finally acquiesced, Terry had been very apprehensive, but that just seemed to make her orgasm that much more intense when it happened. Kris, on the other hand, was enthusiastic from the start.

Terry shook her head and said, “Let’s get that present for Caryn instead, and you can owe me one when we get home. The fact is, sweetheart, I want to taste you. and I can’t do that here — I almost want to drag you out to the parking lot and go down on you in the Pathfinder. Just remember that the patient are always rewarded. I can wait till we get home. Can you?”

Kris nodded happily. Then, with a speculative look, she said, “What’s wrong with the Pathfinder? It has a big cargo area, and we can pull the curtains…”

“Tease. C’mon, let’s get to the store while I can still think straight. Do you know exactly what you want to get for Caryn?”

“Yep. It’s really erotic. Too erotic for a fourteen-year-old to buy for another fourteen-year-old, that’s for sure. Thanks for helping me with this subterfuge.”

Terry laughed. “Hey, I told you I’d help you out in any way possible if you wanted to become intimate with your friend Caryn. I think she’s a very pretty girl, with a very sharp mind… almost as sharp as yours, my little scholar. I think she just pretends to be shallow and vacant, so she won’t scare the boys away.”

“I know, and thanks again. I think I love Caryn. As a friend. And I want it to be more. I want it to be like what we have.” She took Terry by the hand and looked steadily at her. “I want her to feel the same way I feel when you are touching and caressing me. I want her to feel the same pleasure that we share.”

“Oh my, Kris,” Terry sighed. “I think I just came. When was the last time I told you that I love you, very, very, much?”

“Oh, about ten seconds ago, when you told me you wanted to drag me out to the parking lot and do me in your Pathfinder.”

Terry laughed. “I think that was more lust than love… and pure, unadulterated lust at that. There is a difference, you know.”

“I know. And I know the difference. Just like I know that you love me, and not just because of the sex. I can feel it in the way you touch me, and I can still feel it when you’re a hundred miles away.”

I think she would know it, too, Terry thought. What a treasure you are, Kris. Leaning down, she brushed her lips against the girl’s cheek. “Just wait till I get you home. Now, before I really do drag you out to the parking lot and ravish you, let’s go.”

Hand in hand, Terry and Kris strolled through the mall, making their way steadily towards the Victoria’s Secret outlet. Once at the store, Terry asked for a catalog and browsed through it. Kris stood outside the store near one of the display cases and watched her through the glass. Terry stood with the catalog held up and out, as if trying to get more light. Kris could see each page. Terry browsed through it, keeping an eye on Kris.

Kris waited until she saw what she wanted and quickly nodded. Terry slid her finger down the page until she saw Kris nod again. Terry gave out a low whistle. Hmmm, I like it, she thought.

It was a very brief, very erotic bit of lingerie. The model seemed to be clad in a close-fitting cloud of pink fog. The top hung from her shoulders on two thin straps, and was secured across her breasts with a single tie. The panties were a brief triangular wisp clinging intimately to her mound.

As any sexually aware woman would understand, Terry knew that the most erotic lingerie always leaves something to the imagination. It should conceal as enticingly as it reveals. Terry tried to imagine what Kris’ friend Caryn would look like in it, and felt her knees get weak. Oh, I wish I could wear something like that, she thought. But you really have to be anorexic to look good in something like that. Or fourteen years old.

Terry took the catalog over to the clerk. For some reason, Terry found herself somewhat embarrassed as she showed the picture to the clerk. The clerk pretended not to notice her customer’s momentary discomfiture, and asked Terry what her size was.

Terry said, “Thank you for that vote of confidence, but I can’t wear this, though I wish I could. It’s for my friend, who’s much more petite than I am.”

The clerk nodded, saying, “Oh, I don’t know. I think you’d look stunning. But you’re right. This really belongs on a very petite woman. Do you know your friend’s size?”

Terry said, “She’s a three.”

The clerk disappeared into the rear of the store and reappeared very quickly. “Would you like it gift wrapped? You get a free deluxe wrap at That’s a Wrap with any purchase over $75.”

“Oh, yes. Thanks.”

“Cash, check, or charge, then?”

Terry handed her AmEx card to the clerk. The clerk rung up the sale, gave the card back to Terry, and then called another clerk over. “Amanda, take this over to That’s a Wrap.” Turning back to Terry, she asked, “Christmas, right? Or is it a wedding or birthday gift?”

“Christmas. But that’s fine, I can take it there myself. Thank you anyway.”

“Oh, certainly. Here. Just show them your receipt, Ms. Reynolds. Happy holidays!”

Terry left the boutique and Kris joined her. Hand in hand again, they walked towards the gift-wrap boutique. At the boutique, they had to stand in line for service. After finally getting to the service window, they were told it would be about an hour wait.

Kris giggled as they walked out of the boutique. “Where shall we wait? In the Pathfinder, maybe?”

“Don’t tempt me. C’mon, I’ll buy you a Coke while we wait.”

At the Food Court, they got their drinks, found an unoccupied table and sat down. Kris periodically got up to go check with the boutique for their package. Two Cokes, a plate of nachos, and three-quarters of an hour later, the gift was wrapped and ready for pick up. Terry claimed the gift, and they left the mall for the parking lot.

As soon as they were in the Pathfinder, Terry leaned over towards Kris, slid her hand under the teen’s skirt, cupping her mons. Kris spread her thighs and sighed happily. Terry caressed the girl for several moments through her panties, then took her hand back. “That’s for being so patient back there. I can hardly wait to get you home and in my bed.”

Kris caught Terry’s hand and held it against her pubis. “Can you drive with one hand?”

“Oh. Mmmm, sure. But let me get out of the parking lot first, okay? Put your feet up on the seat, and pull your panties down for me while I get us out of here.”

Kris happily complied, slipping the sodden panties down around her thighs. Pulling her knees up to her chest, she placed her feet on the edge of the seat. Terry maneuvered the Nissan out of the mall parking lot and onto the boulevard. Reaching over to Kris, she lifted the hem of Kris’ denim mini-skirt and gently cupped her mons in the palm of her hand, fingers exploring the sensitive tissue of Kris’ labia. By the time they reached Terry’s house, Kris was flowing with lubrication.

Terry parked the Nissan and pulled her young lover’s panties back into place. Kris smoothed her skirt down. They both walked quickly to the house. As soon as they entered, Terry took Kris by the hand and led her into the living room, where they threw several bolsters and cushions from the sofa and loveseat onto the floor in front of the fireplace.

Growing more excited by the second, she quickly undressed Kris — removing her skirt, blouse and bra, barely managing not to break any zippers or pop any buttons in her mounting passion. Taking a large cylindrical bolster and a smaller rectangular cushion, she had Kris lay down, slipping the bolster under her hips, and the cushion under her neck and shoulders to support her head. Kris’ pelvis was now slightly elevated. Her mons swelled against her panties, the curves of her labia delineated by the taut material.

Terry knelt on the floor next to Kris. Reaching forward, she slipped the girl’s panties down until they were resting across the middle of her thighs. With her back arched by the bolster under her hips, Kris spread her legs, stretching the panties to their limit. Terry gazed for several seconds at Kris’ deliciously exposed pudenda. Reaching down to the girl’s mons, she gently spread her labia apart with two fingers. The girl’s vaginal cleft gleamed with moisture.

Leaning forward, she extended her tongue and slipped it between her parted labia and thrust it as deep as she could into the girl’s vagina. Terry sighed as she gently probed Kris’ vagina with her the tip of her tongue. Kris was lubricating freely, so Terry gently ran her tongue along Kris’ labia and mons, delighting in the girl’s delicious flavor.

Kris began to come, sending what seemed like a fountain of nectar into Terry’s mouth. Her young lover’s sex had a salty-sweet taste that Terry found utterly compelling.

Terry continued to caress the young girl’s mons, labia, and vagina with her tongue until Kris had come several times. She was mildly surprised at the length and duration of the girl’s climaxes, since she had yet to even touch her clitoris.

At length, Kris sighed heavily, rolled onto her side, and gazed at Terry through half-closed eyelids. “Mmmm. I don’t know what you did, but that was one of the best ever. Like the first time you did me, but different, somehow. Thank you. Now,it’s your turn. I owe you two.”

Kris raised herself to a kneeling position in front of Terry and quickly unbuttoned the older woman’s blouse, then unhooked the front closure of Terry’s bra. Kris knew that Terry’s breasts were the most erogenous zone on her body, and that Terry really enjoyed having them suckled. Leaning close to Terry, Kris took a nipple between her lips and fluttered her tongue rapidly over the erect bud, flicking it up and down, then from side to side.

She raised Terry’s skirt up around her waist, then slipped both hands into her lover’s panties. Terry was soaking wet, so Kris eased two fingers of the right hand deep into her vagina, while her left stroked and caressed Terry’s labia. Seeking out Terry’s clitoris, Kris began to caress it with her fingertips. She brought her left hand back up to Terry’s other breast and began to gently caress the nipple, rolling it between thumb and forefinger.

Terry was quickly overwhelmed with the sensations pouring into her brain from her breasts and vagina. A sudden orgasm rocketed through her in an intense, prolonged burst of pleasure.

As Terry’s climax attenuated, Kris slid two fingers into her own vagina, coating them with moisture, then brought those fingers to Terry’s lips. Terry could smell Kris’ muskiness, and eagerly took the proffered fingers into her mout, eagerly sucking them. As the salty tang flooded over her tongue, Terry felt another orgasm rise to engulf her.

“Mmmm, you taste so good. How did you know I wanted to taste you again, right at that moment?” Terry’s first female lover, Lisa, had possessed the same talent; a seeming ability to know what Terry was thinking and feeling as they made love.

Kris shrugged. “I… well, I just thought that would make you happy. I just want you to feel as wonderful as I do when I’m with you, and it seemed like the right thing to do. Sometimes I think I can read your mind, especially when one of us is coming.”

Terry encircled the young girl with her arms and held her close. She gazed down at the young girl as she leaned back, pulling Kris into her lap. You are a jewel, Kris, she thought to herself. Priceless beyond compare.

Kris snuggled against Terry, her back resting against Terry’s breasts, her legs, still bound by her panties, resting over and across Terry’s. Terry reached down to where those panties still clung halfway down the girl’s thighs and slipped one of her legs free, leaving the panties bunched around Kris’ other leg. Now, as they lay together on the floor of Terry’s living room in front of the fireplace, Terry reached around Kris and eased the girl’s thighs apart. Then, gently, she inserted two fingers into her young lover’s vagina.

Kris twisted her upper body to the side and gently nuzzled Terry’s nipples with her tongue and lips. The woman and the girl were both sated now, and just caressing each other for the sake of the physical contact.

Kris enjoyed this post-coital intimacy as much as the passion of the sex itself. Right now, with Terry’s fingers gently probing her vagina, she didn’t feel any urgency at all. Cradled in Terry’s arms, she felt safe and happy. And it was this sweet, warm feeling that she wanted to share so much with her friend Caryn.

Kris closed her eyes, and thought about Caryn. She’d wanted to get intimate with Caryn since the summer, after she and Terry had first made love. Kris, who’d never actively pursued a boy, much less a girl, didn’t know how to let her best friend know that she wanted to make love to her. But with Terry’s help, she’d finally come up with a way to let Caryn know how she felt. The problem, Kris reflected, was not so much in letting her know how she felt, but in dealing with whatever reaction Caryn would have when Kris made her desire known.

After discussing the situation with Terry, she’d come up with a two-step plan that involved a gentle hint, followed by an opportunity to further explore that hint. Granted, the lingerie she’d just bought for Caryn sent a less than subtle message. In fact it might just be a little too obvious. But Kris wanted to provoke a strong reaction. So the Christmas gift of lingerie was Step One.

Step Two was providing a situation where Kris and Caryn could be alone together when Kris presented her gift. Terry solved that by suggesting that Kris house-sit for her the next time she was out of town on business. Kris would naturally invite her best friend to keep her company. Now, with Christmas only a week away, Caryn’s gift was in Kris’ possession.

Kris opened her eyes and looked up at Terry. “Oh, I really love this, being touched so nicely by you. Will you do me one more time before I go home?”

“Of course, sweetheart. With my tongue?”

“Oh, I don’t want you to let go of me. Just your fingers, please!” Kris settled back against Terry, spreading her legs even wider in anticipation.

Terry smiled and tightened her arms around the young girl in a hug. She placed her free hand on Kris’ chest, and closed it around one of her small but deliciously firm and prominent breasts. She felt the nipple erect almost immediately against her palm. Meanwhile, Terry quickly found Kris’ clitoris with her fingers and lightly pinched it. Kris responded immediately, thrusting her hips upwards. Terry finished what she had started in the mall, her fingers fiddling with the girl’s clit.

Kris came in a crescendoing series of climaxes, each one more intense then the one before. At length, Terry felt Kris go rigid, her vaginal muscles clamping down tightly on Terry’s fingers. Terry waited for the orgasm to run its course, and then gently removed her fingers from the trembling teen.

Kris sighed heavily, then rolled off Terry’s lap.

“Mmmm, so nice. Oh Terry, I wish I could stay.” With a sigh, Kris reluctantly started to gather up her clothes. Terry got up, went into her bedroom and put on a robe, then returned to the living room. Kris was already dressed and waiting by the front door.

“Have a happy Christmas, Kris. Give me a kiss, and I’ll see you in a few days, alright?”

Kris smiled and kissed Terry good-bye, then opened the door, not wanting to leave. As she stepped outside she said, “When does Carrie come home? Is she still in Vancouver?” Carrie was Terry’s sixteen-year-old daughter. Kris was too embarrassed to say so, but she had a secret crush on her, and sometimes liked to fantasize about making love to mother and daughter at the same time.

Terry nodded. “Yes, and she’ll be going straight back to the academy from there, so she won’t be coming home until March. You’ll have all the privacy you need for Caryn.” Knowing Kris was reluctant to leave, and admitting that she hated to see her go, she said gently, “I’ll see you soon, sweetheart. If you happen to hear from those two remarkable brothers of yours, please give them my best.”

“Okay, I will. Bye, and happy Christmas, Terry. I love you.”

“I love you too, little one.”

And now, for the rest of the story – Part Two!

2

My Mother, the Escort

  • Posted on May 15, 2019 at 1:59 pm

Author Unknown

Note from JetBoy: Can’t locate the original of this one. Then again, I rewrote the hell out of it, changing the customers (the ones who hire Kim’s mother for the night) from a male-female married couple to lesbian lovers. Hope you enjoy the result.

*****

I suppose I was pretty dense not to have figured it out sooner. I mean after three fucking years, I should have worked out the truth of it. If the late night phone calls and the sexy attire that Mom regularly wore weren’t enough to clue me in, the fact that we always had plenty of money after Dad left ought to have.

But Mom had become a lesbian since the divorce, which made the explanation a hell of a lot less obvious than it might’ve been. Anyhow, I never caught on until this one night when I picked up the phone to call a friend and heard my mother talking to some strange woman.

Normally, I would’ve immediately hung up — I certainly wasn’t the kind of girl who would eavesdrop on her mother! — but I listened for just an instant too long, and found myself unable to break away. It only took a moment to realize what was going on. Mom was describing lesbian sex acts, each one accompanied by a price. The woman on the other end described what she wanted, and Mom made an appointment to meet her at a local hotel. They exchanged goodbyes.

My heart thudding, I stared at the phone receiver. I couldn’t believe it! My mother was an escort… for other women!

It wasn’t like I was appalled or disgusted, mind you. Why shouldn’t Mom make good use of what she’s got? She’s only in her late thirties, with a beautiful, voluptuous body. Besides, the idea kind of made me hot. The idea of fucking a guy for money creeped me out, but doing it with another woman seemed… oh, I don’t know, kind of wild and exciting.

Then I got a really wild idea — I figured if I played my cards right I might be able to pick up some extra cash, if Mom would be willing to throw some work my way! She knew how sexually active I was, after all…

Hanging up the phone, I shuffled down the hall to her bedroom, where I found her sitting at the vanity table in a long silk robe.

“Hi honey! Got plans for tonight?” she cooed, while primping her long dark hair.

“No,” I casually replied. “Mom… I have something to discuss with you.”

“What’d you do now?” she asked casually, spraying perfume along her supple neck.

“I know where you’ve really been going every night,” I said, gazing evenly at her.

“Really…? Where?” Mom replied, a mysterious smile on her face.

“Well… I kind of heard your conversation on the phone a minute ago.” I replied.

Surprisingly, she seemed relieved that her big secret was finally out in the open. And when I asked if I could get in on her action, she immediately agreed!

“Why not?” she replied. “You’re certainly pretty enough, and I know you’re experienced at sex with women… and it would solve my problem if you came along.”

“Really?” I asked, delighted that she had agreed so easily.

She gave me a sly look. “There’s a new client who’s giving her girlfriend a special present for her eighteenth birthday — me! She requested two girls because she doesn’t want to be left out of the action, but all my regulars are busy and I don’t want to blow this job… the money’s too good.”

My heart was fluttering like a hummingbird. “It sounds great, Mom!”

An hour later we were outside room 269 at the Plaza Motor Lodge, ready to go to work. Mom was in a black stretch satin gown with a plunging neckline that almost reached her navel, with two side slits up to her waist that showed off her long slender legs and sheer black nylons and garter belt ending in a 6″ clear platform high heels. I was wearing a tie-front top and short plaid skirt, white nylon over the knee stockings and 4 inch black platform heels. I wanted to look sexy but innocent, so Mom tied my long black hair in to a ponytail.

We knocked on the door and an attractive woman in her early thirties answered it.

“Good evening. I’m Erin, and this is my lover Davina,” she said, pointing over to a younger woman who was sitting in an armchair, looking extremely nervous.

“I’m Janet, and this is my daughter Kim,” Mom replied.

I nearly fainted! I guess I hadn’t expected Mom to admit our relationship.

Erin arched her eyebrows. “Hmmm, interesting… a mother and daughter team. Does that cost extra?”

“Not at all, honey,” Mom replied, turning on the charm.

Erin poured us drinks… and Mom began coming on to Davina right away. “Why don’t you come over here and sit next to me,” she purred, patting the bed.

Davina did so, still clearly nervous, and Mom wrapped an arm around her shoulder and began whispering in the girl’s ear. I could tell she was turned on, jitters and all.

“Kim, come and sit with me,” Erin said, perched daintily on the sofa. Heart throbbing, I crossed the room and sat down next to her. She smiled at my mother and her girlfriend as Mom began to nuzzle playfully at Davina’s neck. “She’s never been with any woman besides me before,” Erin murmured.

Erin didn’t waste time. Sliding her arm around my waist, she kissed me hungrily. I was startled but responded quickly, my tongue emerging to meet hers. I felt Erin’s hands on my breasts, her palms brushing my nipples. I glanced over at the bed and saw Mom and Davina in a hot embrace, kissing passionately. My mother’s hand was beneath the young woman’s skirt, and Davina was clumsily unbuttoning Mom’s dress.

Erin opened my blouse and lowered her face to my breasts, skillfully sucking on my nipples, making them stand to attention. I moaned, pulling her face into my chest, placing my free hand between her thighs. She was wearing slacks but no panties, and I could feel the heat and wetness of her cunt through the material.

“Here, baby… let me undress you,” I heard my Mom whisper to Davina.

She quickly peeled away the young woman’s clothes and laid her down naked on the bed. Then I watched as she did a seductive striptease. Mom shimmied out of her dress and released her beautiful breasts, then ran her hands across her nipples. She slid the dress down her stomach and over her ass, revealing a black g-string thong. I watched as the dress hit the ground and she stepped out of it.

Mom turned and bent over at the waist, sliding her thumbs under the strings of her thong and pushing it down to her ankles. Holding the position so Davina could get a good view, she glanced at me… smiling as Erin and I made out. Now nude but for her garters, stockings and heels, Mom straightens up, and for the first time in awhile I got a good look at her unclothed body.

She was just about perfect for a woman her age, with full creamy breasts, a shapely ass and a neatly trimmed tuft of hair between her thighs. Davina simply lay there, mouth open, taking in my mother’s beauty. Erin was impressed, too, watching my mother as I slid my hand into this woman’s panties to fondle her pussy.

“Mmmmmmm,” Erin purred, loving my touch, “your mom is really hot!” Then she turned to me. “So… let’s see what her little girl is like.”

“Yes, ma’am…” I said in my most innocent voice.

I rose to my feet and began to strip. I slowly removed my top and played with my nipples, then removed my skirt and panties, leaving my knee socks and heels. Erin’s eyes moved from my 32B tits and down my stomach to my shaved pussy.

Her eyes blazed with excitement. “Turn around and grab your ankles, lover,” she demanded.

I turned around, bending at the waist, and took hold of my ankles. Erin knelt behind me and ran her hand up my inner thigh, brushing my pussy with her fingertips. I could feel the warmth of her breath against my cunt and asshole as she inhaled deeply, clearly loving the scent of my arousal.

“Damn, you’re hot, girl,” she breathed. Then she sat down on the bed, parting her thighs. “Get down on your knees and eat my pussy. I want your mouth on me,” Erin panted.

I didn’t have to be told twice. As I lowered my face to Erin’s glistening cunt, I saw Mom working Davina over. She rubbed her breasts against the teenage girl as she kissed her way down her body.  As much as I wanted to watch them, though, Erin’s hungry cunt demanded my immediate attention. After placing hot, wet kisses along her glistening labia, I took her flower into my mouth, pressing my tongue deep into the moist crevice.

“Mmmm… oh, yesss. You have such a hot little mouth,” Erin moaned, shifting her butt in the chair as I ate her. I sucked and licked at her pussy, loving the heat, the flavor of this sexy woman. Behind me, bedsprings creaked.

“Oh,” Davina moaned, “oh.”

Tilting my head a bit, I saw Mom on her knees… her round, firm ass sticking out, her mouth fastened to Davina’s juicy cunt. The young woman’s trembling hands were resting in my mother’s thick mane of hair, her eyes closed, her mouth open. The sight of Mom’s butt made me tingle all over. I love the sight of a hot woman’s ass, and hers was magnificent.

Wanting to drive Erin absolutely crazy, I took the pink nubbin of her clit between my lips, flicking it mercilessly with the tip of my tongue.

She seized up as her body was rocked by a raging orgasm, her wild cries echoing in the room. “Oh GOD! YES!” she howled. I remember hoping that the walls at this motel were nice and thick.

I could hear Davina gasp hoarsely as her own climax hit warp speed. “Ohhhh! Oh yes! I’m… I’m… I’m…” she panted.

I continued to pleasure Erin’s cunt, and she came for at least a full sixty seconds before she released me, flopping back into the chair, sweaty, flushed and satisfied.

“Mmmmm, Davina… your pussy tastes so good!” Mom cooed, licking her lips as she sat up. The young woman reached for my mother and drew her down into a hot kiss, her tongue emerging to lick her wetness from Mom’s mouth and chin. Then she relaxed, holding my mother close.

Davina shifted her gaze from my mother’s eyes to smile sleepily at her lover, who was relaxing in her chair as I rested my cheek on her warm thigh. “Thank you, Erin,” she said in a soft voice. “That was wonderful.”

“Hmm… I’ve got a hot idea, if you’re into it,” Erin said with a saucy grin, her eyes darting from me to Mom and back again. “Janet… will you and your daughter make each other come?”

It took a few seconds for her words to sink in. But I already knew that I wanted it to happen. The thought of kissing and fondling my sexy mother made my already overheated cunt even wetter than it was.

Mom rose from the bed with a smile, then placed both her hands on her hips… as if waiting for me to make up my mind. She didn’t have to wait. I stood, walked to her and slid my arms around her waist.

“Mom, I’ve — I’ve wondered for a long time what you were like in bed…”

“Would you like to find out, honey?” she purred, her eyes never leaving mine. To answer that question, I hugged Mom tightly, kissing her passionately, my tongue seeking hers.

Moaning into my mouth, she fondled my ass, pressing her breasts against mine. Then she led me to the bed and lay back, eyes dancing as I parted her supple thighs. “Come to Mommy, baby…” she breathed.

I slipped into her embrace as naturally as always… but now as a lover instead of a daughter. She explored my mouth with a hot tongue, sending my lust soaring. My hand stole between her thighs.

When I fingered her pussy, she writhed in my arms, gently nudging my head lower. “Kiss Mommy’s nipples, sweetie…” she whispered. I happily obliged, sucking the pink tip of her right breast into my mouth, then gently nibbling at it.

She moaned, hugging me closer, “Yes, baby… oh, yes, just like that. I adore you, sweetheart!” Purring with pleasure, Mom cupped my ass, grinding her cunt into mine in a wickedly incestuous fuck.

“Ohhh, Mom!” I squealed, pushing my throbbing pussy against hers. “This feels so good… But I want to taste you.”

“Oh, yes, my angel. Lick my pussy,” Mom gasped, “and I want to lick yours.”

There was nothing in this world I needed more right then. Giving Mom a brief, but extremely hot kiss, I swung myself around until my face was inches from her pussy. The sight of her glistening cunt and the intoxicating smell of her aroused me to erotic heights I had never known before. Acting purely on instinct, I opened her cunt with my fingers and placed a loving kiss just inside her vagina. She inhaled sharply.

“Oh yes, baby. YES! Eat Mommy’s pussy!” she cried just before her mouth claimed my cunt, her tongue plunging deep inside me.

I moaned into my mother’s juicy slit, tonguing deeper into her wetness, totally caught up in my first foray into incest. We were really getting into it when I felt a hand creep beneath my chin and raise my face from Mom’s quivering cunt.

Opening my eyes, I found myself staring directly at a huge latex cock, then I saw that it was firmly strapped around Erin’s waist.

“What do you think, Janet? Should I fuck you with this big cock while your daughter licks your clit?” I heard Erin say above me.

“Yes!” Mom panted between slurps from my dripping slit, “Do it! Fuck me!”

I watched as my mom spread her legs for Erin, then I grabbed hold of this hot dyke’s prick and guided it to Mom’s opening, easing the tip inside her. Just then, I felt a hot, wet tongue lick at my asshole.

“Yes!” I gasped, shoving my hips back against Davina’s face. “Ohmigod that feels so good!” My head spun. I loved having my ass rimmed… and Davina had a wicked tongue that worked magic in my anal cleft. Obviously, she’d gotten over her shyness and then some.

Heart pounding, I lowered my face once more, enthralled by the sight of Erin’s cock pumping in and out of Mom’s cunt. I licked at her clitoris… then took the pink nubbin between my lips and sucked it, flicking it with my tongue. My body began trembling helplessly. Those hot, sucking mouths at my pussy and ass crack were turning me inside out!

Meanwhile, Mom went ballistic, thrusting her ass every time Erin lunged forward. Grabbing her thighs, I hung onto her for dear life as I sucked her clit. She moaned into my pubes, wrapping her lips around my own pink pearl until I went into overdrive.

The world burst into shiny pieces that flew wildly in every direction as I came so hard I saw stars. I could feel my mother climaxing beneath me as I bucked and rocked atop her.

Spent, Mom and I cuddled while Erin and Davina relaxed next to us.

“Wow!” Erin grinned. “Worth every penny. Damn, you two are hot together!”

“You can say that again,” Mom chuckled, hugging me tightly. “Welcome aboard, sweetheart!”

Mom and I kissed passionately, making it clear that she and I were more than just mother and daughter now… much more. As my hands reached for her beautiful breasts, I wondered if all of our future jobs as a team would be as fantastic as this one.

The End

2

My Little Sex Toy Cindy

  • Posted on May 13, 2019 at 2:05 pm

by Stormy

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in May 2009 }

Little Cindy was the most delightful, beautiful little girl. She was a mere child of eight, with pretty black hair and a look of delightful intent in her eyes. She was also a submissive lesbian.

Her mother Emma had raised Cindy to be a sexual servant to women. From infancy, Mommy had been teaching little Cindy how to please her, instructing the child in every kind of lesbian love. Needless to say, Emma’s daughter quickly came to love the sweet, passionate games she and her mother would play together, mostly in bed and with all their clothes off.

Mommy had been her only lover up to this point. Now Emma wanted Cindy to experience lesbian pleasure with other women and girls. So she offered her to me as a gift for a week, while school was out for the summer.

“She’s great at rimming. In fact, she lives for it. My baby loves to lick my ass,” Emma told me, selling me on the idea of taking her little girl under my wing. “That’s just one of the things Cindy can do, though. She’ll satisfy you just about any way you can imagine, I guarantee it. I want you to enjoy her any way you like.”

Emma wanted little Cindy to be my sex toy, and Cindy couldn’t have been more excited about the arrangement — the child had seen pictures of my cunt and ass online and wrote me an email saying that she couldn’t wait to lick both my holes. Needless to say, I was definitely interested in having this little angel go down on me.

I told Emma to send Cindy on a plane to me, and that after a week, I’d return her. When we agreed on the details, she put Cindy on the phone.

“Hello, Janice.” came her little voice on the phone.

“Hi, baby… are you excited to come see me?”

“Oh yes! I can’t wait! I’m so excited. Mummy said I have to make you happy and be a good girl! Oh Janice, I want to be good and love you, lots and lots!”

“I know you will, sugar.” I said, and after chatting a bit more, we exchanged goodbyes.

*****

Not long after that, I was at the airport, picking up little Cindy. I met her at the gate.

She looked so young and innocent, walking her little rolling suitcase behind her. Knowing that Cindy was anything but innocent only made me want her all the more. I knew how much trust Emma had in me to let her baby be mine for a whole week, and I planned to share every kind of lesbian love with this cherubic girl of eight.

When I took little Cindy in my arms, and felt her press her little body totally into mine, I fell in love with her, completely. I could tell she felt the same about me.

“Hi baby, did you have a good flight?”

She nodded cutely. Her eyes didn’t leave mine. She looked a little overwhelmed but this little sexy girl was burning holes into me with her eyes.

I took her tiny hand in mine as I picked up her tiny suitcase and she and I walked and chatted. It hadn’t been a long flight, only 90 minutes, but she’d been fawned over by the flight attendants as little girls usually are.

“Now Cindy, you know why you’re here, right?”

She looked up at me as we walked, she held my hand tighter in anticipation and I felt a little shudder of joy run through her tiny body. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Mmm-hmm… Cindy, do you know that look Mommy gets in her eyes, when she wants you to please her?”

“Yes.” she said with a grin. “I like that look.”

“Did you notice any of the ladies on the airplane looking at you like that?”

She lolled her head side to side, as if thinking for a moment. “Only a few.”

“Tell me baby, did you flirt or respond to them?”

She tilted her head. “What’s ‘flirt’ mean?”

“Well, flirting is when you know someone wants to kiss and touch you, and you let them know that you know. Maybe you might smile or play with your hair. Things like that.”

“Oh, I see. Yes, I did flirt a little bit with one of the airplane helpers. She smelled really good and I got a warm feeling in my tummy when she smiled at me.”

We walked casually, hand in hand. As we did, I noticed not a few women were glancing at me with that look that said, My, what a cute little girl. I wondered how many of them were lesbian girl-lovers like me.

I thought about what Cindy said. Was she was feeling a little brave? Time to see just how willing this child was to please me.

I steered her toward a magazine store which was populated by several customers, one of whom caught my eye: a teen girl with dirty blonde hair, dressed in trendy casual wear.  I waited a moment, long enough to notice this girl’s eyes straying to Cindy more than once.

I knelt down with little Cindy, pretending to show her a magazine. I asked her, “Cindy, if I wanted you to pleasure someone with your mouth, you would, isn’t that right?”

“Yes, Mommy said to be good and do whatever you said to do.”

“Okay, but what I’m asking is if you want to do what I say.”

“Yes, yes, oh yes I do, Janice!” I almost felt like she was going to cry right there and then at the suggestion that she might be unwilling to obey me. I was pleased by her response.

I hugged her a bit closer. “Okay, then. You see that girl over there? She’s been looking at you since we walked in the store. She wants you, baby, I feel it.”

Cindy looked at the girl and smiled. The girl smiled back and I smiled back and indicated with my head that she could come talk to us if she cared to, which she did.

“Hi there,” the teen said as she drew close, gazing at Cindy with genuine interest. “What’cha reading there?”

Cindy held up a copy of Cat Fancy magazine. “She likes cats.” I lamely said.

“Ohhh, so do I!” said the girl. “I have a kitty myself.”

Jackpot, I thought.

The girl was about sixteen, very pretty, the sort who guys would call a “cocktease” because she was showing her curves in some nice stretchy jammie-type pants with the word BITCH emblazoned across her ass. She was also wearing a cute t-shirt without a bra.

She said her name was Ashley. We three talked for a little while and I could tell she was into Cindy, and that she wanted the child. I have an ability to read these things, and yes, I was using little Cindy to troll for my type of woman, right here in the airport. I’d only had this little angel for a few minutes and I was already scheming.

I gave this sexy teen a warm smile. “Ashley, sweetie, I have a problem, and I wonder if you can help me with it.”

She warmed up even more. “Oh? Tell me!”

“Well, Cindy here…” I whispered in her ear, “…thinks she is a lesbian.”

Ashley’s eyes narrowed and her smile became different. “Oh, really?”

“Yes,” I continued, “Her mother has sent Cindy to me to train her, to find out if she has what it takes to please a woman.”

“What it takes?” Ashley asked me, her eyes wide.

“Yes, that’s right. She’s been her mommy’s lover for years, but now she gets to explore sex with other women… and girls.” I gave Ashley a very significant wink.

I let the words hang there for a long moment. Cindy was pretending not to hear, thumbing through magazines.

“How can I help?” Ashley asked slowly.

“Well, if you’re into it, I’d like all three of us to go into the bathroom stall and have a little fun.” I leaned in close to her. “Ashley, do you like to get your pussy eaten?”

This girl may have been a teenager, but in that moment, she almost became a little girl herself, both cheeks turning a lovely pink.

“Y-yes…” was her reply.

I smiled and took both their hands. “Then let’s go.”

There was a bathroom nearby and although it was semi-busy, all three of us managed to duck into the rearmost handicapped stall where there was almost no traffic. I guessed people wouldn’t even be able to see our feet, the stall was so big. In addition to a toilet, there was a handrail and plenty of open space for us three.

Once we closed and locked the door, I looked at both of them with a smile. Cindy was excited at what might happen, but was still a little nervous. Ashley however, was in high gear. I had chosen well, and she literally licked her lips as she looked at me. She wanted this to happen.

Without even asking, little Cindy whipped her shorts down and seated her little bottom on the toilet, sending a hiss of pee into the bowl. The image of her pale white bottom and the sound of her stream got the best of me. My hands went to Ashley’s body, and standing behind her, I massaged her tits under her t-shirt as she luridly watched the child pee.

The little one daintily wiped herself. She started to rise, and I said, “Cindy, get naked, then climb up and stand on the seat.”

She smiled at me, perhaps anticipating what was coming. She lifted her feet so as to slip off her shorts and undies, then turned around, showing us her bare bottom, and stepped up onto the seat of the toilet.

“Put your hands on the wall and bend over, baby, arch your back like a kitty cat and show Mommy your asshole.” I liked to use crude language with little girls in this type of scenario.

This little angel knew exactly what to do. She looked downward, placed the top of her head against the wall, and her little sneakers squeaked a bit on the toilet seat as she set her feet, squatted slightly, and arching her back, she reached back and parted the tiny globes of her ass, revealing the most delicious little pink anus I’d ever seen.

“God, that’s so hot!” Ashley exclaimed and then she looked at me for confirmation.

“Well, that’s the goal.” I said, amused.

I put my hands on Cindy and had her scoot forward a bit on the toilet so that there was room for someone to sit on the toilet, facing backwards, so long as they didn’t mind having their face buried in her ass. Then I told Ashley to sit down.

She knew what she wanted, and she quickly arranged herself just like I planned. The word BITCH on her ass was barely visible as she swung her legs up onto the forward part of the toilet so they couldn’t be seen. Now only my feet were visible to anyone who cared to peek under.

Now Ashley was sitting the wrong way on the toilet, and her hands were running softly up and down the outside of Cindy’s sweet thighs. Her fingertips lightly traced the globes of the child’s ass, still being obediently held open. Ashley was panting and staring at the little girl’s holes, just a few inches away from her face.

After savoring the moment a bit, I crudely pushed Ashley’s face right into the sweet spot, pressing her mouth into Cindy’s vulva.

The girl acted like a starving dog. She immediately began licking and sucking at Cindy’s anus and pussy for all she was worth. She reamed the tiny hole with her tongue, causing Cindy to whimper in ecstasy.

I leaned back against the wall and slipped my hand into my pants. Ashley was making me proud and I was delighted to see her really working that little quim. This girl loved young pussy and was having the time of her life right now. I could see her tongue bathing the baby’s clit area as she worshiped Cindy with her tongue. I knew the child had been primed for this by her loving mother, who had done the same thing to her for years.

Her little hips were moving in motion now with Ashley’s tongue which was pointedly and rhythmically fucking the child’s ass. I was surprised to see her little hole accommodate all of Ashley’s tongue, deep as the teen could go.

“Yeah, that’s it,” I encouraged Ashley, “go on, rim her good.”

I was frigging my clit like mad, but I paused for a moment while the assault continued. I stepped over to little Cindy and she turned her head to me, eyes half closed. I made a “shh” motion with my finger and I gently kissed her mouth. She was breathing hard, but still kissed me back, her tiny tongue sparring with mine.

Cindy moaned into my mouth as the teenager continued to feast on her bottom. The pleasure in her face was unreal. This child was glowing. I knew then that I had a little treasure on my hands.

“Are you okay, baby?” I asked her, and Cindy nodded in between stifled gasps. “What is she doing to you, little one?” I pressed.

“S-she’s licking my bottom!” the girl whispered. “Oooh, Janice, it’s deep!”

I stroked her hair and brushed it off her face, enjoying her pleasure. I could see she was getting close to her little orgasm and Ashley wasn’t showing any signs of slowing down, her slurping and smacking sounds were probably the biggest risk to our being discovered, because she was really going to town on the heavenly feast she was being given.

I lowered my head to the little one’s ear. “Now Cindy, this is what your whole week is going to be like. All week long you are going to get licked and you are going to lick. It’s your job, baby, just like your mommy said, okay?” She nodded to me, eyes glazed with lust.

“And there will be more women like this,” I whispered “and each one is going to treat you however she wants and will fuck you baby, just like your mommy does, and maybe even a little bit harder. Is that okay, baby?” She nodded. “And I’m going to make love to you too, little one. You and I will explore every kind of pleasure that two lesbians can share. Is that what you want…?”

She gasped, “Yeaaaah!” a bit too loud, but that was probably because she was coming.

Ashley slowed a bit and drank in her reward as Cindy’s pussy oozed sweet juices like a piece of luscious fruit. Cindy’s body writhed and she cried out, revealing just how well her mother had trained her to enjoy her own orgasm.

The two lovers remained entwined on the toilet seat. Finally Ashley stood up, but her eyes never left the child, her fingertips still trailing lazily at the top of Cindy’s thighs.

I smiled at them both. “Cindy, would you like to return the favor to Ashley?”

The whole lower half of Ashley’s face was glistening, like a glazed donut. She looked at me with an open mouth, hoping she had heard me right Little Cindy nodded up and down as fast as she could. “Yes, yes, yes, please!”

I had her stand up and scoot to the very back of the toilet, sitting down, facing forward. I whispered into Ashley’s ear: “Okay, girl, now you’re in for a real treat. Feed her your cunt.”

We hadn’t drawn any attention yet, so Ashley was quick to whip off her pants and get the job done. Clearly she was as interested in Cindy’s education as her mommy and I are. She looked like the ultimate picture of perversity as she kept her sneaks on, stepped up onto the front part of the toilet seat, naked from the waist down, and settled her bare bottom down onto Cindy’s waiting mouth.

The child eagerly met her halfway, tongue sticking out in anticipation, but Ashley had other ideas; she squatted and ground Cindy’s face backward so that the child’s head was pinned against the back wall.

I heard Cindy’s muffled complaint, but it was more like a tiny plea, really. and since Ashley had the right idea, I ignored it. Soon Cindy accepted her fate as her head was sandwiched between the wall, and the upturned teenage ass. she had only one place to go, and that was forward, because her little body was held fast, and the weight of the older girl’s body was insistent and unyielding.

I was interested to see how she’d react to having all control taken from her, and was delighted. She submitted like a meek little lamb, allowing Ashley to grind her pussy into Cindy’s face.

Ashley’s dazed expression and her whispered words told me that Cindy was doing a superb job, “Oh, God… Oh, fucking hell, she’s got a hot little tongue… yeah baby, yeah, little one… lick my pussy!”

Cindy’s eyes, were half closed. Her nose popped up into view when she shifted her assault to Ashley’s asshole, and I could tell from her sheer determination and endurance that she was a very special little lesbian girl.

After a while, Ashley suddenly stepped down from the toilet seat. Cindy’s face was slick with juices, and the open-mouthed look of joy made my heart thump harder. I was in love with this little girl, twenty minutes after having met her.

Ashley was determined to get off how she wanted, and apparently didn’t care who heard. She straddled the toilet and brought her shaved pussy right up to Cindy’s mouth, squatting down so the child’s seeking mouth could latch onto it.

“God… it’s like she’s nursing on me!” Ashley whispered, almost sobbing with joy. It was true, Cindy was sucking the teen’s cunt like it was her own mother’s nipple. I smiled at the pleasure the two of them were sharing, glad that Cindy hadn’t gotten upset at being treated a bit roughly.

In fact, Ashley got a little rougher with her as her orgasm built. She was now holding Cindy’s head in both hands, grinding her pussy into the child’s face. She was urgently whispering, almost to herself, “That’s it… yeah you, suck my cunt… yeah… ohhhhhh!”

After she was spent, the girl rose to her feet on shaky legs, lifting her cunt from Cindy’s face. As Ashley slumped against the side wall, the picture was complete.

As for Cindy, she was sprawled on the toilet, her shorts clearly showing a damp little camel toe, face sticky with cunt juices, and positively glowing. Getting fucked by girls and women in the bathroom was clearly a blast for her, and I had the distinct feeling she could handle much more. I was impressed.

We all three cleaned up and hugged and kissed lovingly, then Cindy and I excused ourselves and left Ashley to finish up, wanting to avoid all three of us coming out at the same time.

As it happened, one of the ladies in the restroom gave me a sly wink as I walked the little girl out. I saw her looking at the wet spot on Cindy’s crotch.

I took Cindy up to the sink next to the woman and told her to wash her hands. “She’s cute, isn’t she?” I said, while Ashley quietly exited from the stall and walked out, glancing a smile at us as she left.

The woman said simply, “Very.”

She was about 40 or so, very pretty. I could tell she knew what we’d been doing.

I took out my card. “I think maybe you might like to get to know Cindy here a little better. If so, give me a call this week. We aren’t too far from here.”

The woman discreetly smiled and said “Thanks,” slipping my card into her bra with a sly look.

As I looked down, I saw Cindy was making eye contact with her, and she with Cindy. My little lover was staring up at this woman, naked lust in her eyes. I had a feeling that if our new friend undressed right here and now, Cindy’s mouth would instantly find its way to her cunt.

I had another mission, though, an urgent one: get Cindy home and into my bed. I craved this girl of eight like a drug, needed her more than any lover I’d ever had.

We exited the bathroom and traveled through the airport terminal, Cindy following me as I made my way to the car.

“Do you know what we’re going to do very soon, you and I?” I queried as I started up the car and backed out of the parking space.

“Make love?” she piped, gazing up at me with hopeful eyes.

I patted her bare thigh. “That’s right, little one.” And as I drove home, I slipped a hand into Cindy’s shorts and masturbated her, the child’s sighs of delight gradually becoming moans and cries, filling my car with the music of passion.

The End

Another Year With Juicy Secrets

  • Posted on May 9, 2019 at 2:00 pm

By JetBoy

The hands of the clock spin in a crazy blur, the pages cascade like autumn leaves from the calendar and — voila! — a year has passed. Which, in this case, means it’s once again time to say Happy Birthday, Juicy Secrets!

This site is so much a part of my world that it seems impossible to believe we started the thing a mere four years ago. Since then, it’s grown into a big, beautiful thing that I’ll take pride in until I die.

That said, this last year has certainly been a tumultuous one for us.

First, we were unceremoniously shut down by our original hosts at Kinky Blogging, who got threatened by their provider for carrying sites with sexual material involving minors. Thankfully, we managed to locate a new host, a Ukrainian company named Netengi, and soldiered on.

Then we had to bid a most reluctant goodbye to Cheryl Taggert, one of the three founders of Juicy Secrets, who has taken on a new career as a legitimately published author. She is still missed enormously, but lives on in the beautiful stories of hers that you’ll find here. We’ll always love you, Cheryl.

Next, our new host Netengi abruptly pulled the plug on us, two months after we signed up with them. Upon asking why, we were informed that they did not accept erotic content. We reminded them that their own list of rules said nothing to that effect, and they drew up a new list of rules. Didn’t get any of our money back from them, either — and we’d paid for an entire year up front.

We were out of commission for weeks, but did manage to keep in touch with some of our readers through the single page that remained of the original Juicy Secrets, all the while casting about desperately for a new host. We finally found one, they were okay with us, and here we are.

One piece of good news was the partial return of Naughty Mommy, another of the three founders of Juicy Secrets. Due to extremely difficult personal circumstances, she was forced to take a lengthy break from the site. Now she is back — though only as a writer, picking up the thread on “Teaching the Girls,” one of the stories she’d been working on right before her hiatus. Her administrative duties have been assumed by our wondrous Amanda Lynn, who essentially runs the site — along with your humble servant JetBoy (the third and final founder of Juicy Secrets), and PoppaBear, who does invaluable editing work for us.

So there you have it — our little corner of the internet is still going strong, we’re still getting great new stories, and we’ve got a lovely bunch of readers who make all the work worth doing. Thanks for sticking around.

Love always, JetBoy

Tears of the Sun, Chapter 12

  • Posted on May 7, 2019 at 1:42 pm

by Purple Les

After leaving Clementine DuMount’s, The Tequila Kid rode into town, making a few stops to say her goodbyes, spreading the word around that she was on her way back to Ranger headquarters. She also took a moment to meet with Judge Claxton.

As The Kid passed Boot Hill, she stopped the horse and dismounted. Spying a fresh mound of dirt, she made her way over to it, studying the small marker planted there. The Kid knew the type of marker it was. It showed that a half-breed or black or Mexican or Chinese was buried there, so that a white, no matter how lowly, wouldn’t be interred next to them. Only one person like that had recently been buried in Boot Hill, far as The Kid knew.

Squatting down, The Kid scooped out a couple handfuls of dirt with her hand, then slipped Charlie Redeye’s medicine pouch into the small hole. She covered it with the dirt, stood and said, “I doubt you even deserve it, Charlie… but I hope you make it to the spirit world somehow. Adios.” Walking back to the sorrel, The Kid swung herself into the saddle and galloped on.

The Kid rode for three days. Avoiding the town of Adobe Wells, she made her way to the site of the Hodgekiss massacre.

Massacre. The Kid could think of no other word for the thing that had been done there. Six men pretending to be Indians had slaughtered the Hodgekiss family, raping the women in the process. It was a miracle that Arabella had escaped and survived.

Arabella had remembered that there were six of them, though the only one she could recall for certain was the ‘big Indian man,’ as she called him. That had turned out to be Frank Sims. The Kid figured that four of the men were the hired guns that worked for Ramses Kingsley. Those four men were dead now, all taken down by The Kid. Frank Sims was dead too, shot by Kingsley. The sixth ‘Indian’ had to be Ramses Kingsley himself.

The Kid pieced it all together. Kingsley had run into Mike Hodgekiss at Adobe Wells, got scent of the gold somehow, and buffaloed the man into making him a partner. Somehow, Hodgekiss got another contract out of Kingsley, one that was more to his advantage. Most likely, Kingsley only signed it to give the impression he was honest, but knew it wouldn’t matter since he planned to kill the whole family anyway.

He bided his time until Hodgekiss left Adobe Wells, following a map that Kingsley had given him to save time. In fact, the map led to nowhere — a spot far off the beaten track, to ensure that no witnesses would be present. There Kingsley and his men ambushed the family to take what gold they had, then killed them all so he’d be sole owner of the mine. Most likely he wanted the other contract as well, though it didn’t matter much if the whole family was dead.

The Kid shuddered as she pictured it in her mind’s eye. The four gunmen raping Arabella’s ma. Probably Kingsley himself doing Arabella’s big sister. Sims brutally beating Mike Hodgekiss. And there was poor Arabella, seeing it all happen before she fled. If Kingsley knew she’d been there and got away, he’d surely have figured that the badlands would do the dirty work for him.

At any rate, Kingsley couldn’t find the gold or the contract, or the two youngest children. At Adobe Wells, he located Hodgekiss’s son Dan and his grandmother. The way The Kid figured it, Sims raped and roughed up the old woman while Kingsley cornholed the boy. The grandmother must have told them that the gold was in the bank. Kingsley had Sims take the sheriff out of town on some pretext, then quickly got the rest of his men together and robbed the bank.

But The Kid foiled Kingsley’s plans — first by capturing the gold, then leading two of his men after her in wild pursuit. Once in the badlands, The Kid dispatched them both, though it had cost the life of her beloved horse Buttercup.

After that, Kingsley was determined to find the Hodgekiss girl and his two missing men. That was when he had Sims hire Charlie Redeye. From there, The Kid knew the rest.

The Kid wondered many times why Kingsley and his men had bothered to dress up like Indians to carry out their massacre. The notion had seemed foolish at first, but then it made sense. Kingsley had the sheriff of Adobe Wells in his back pocket. But even a sheriff, no matter how corrupt, would find it difficult to turn his back on such a slaughter. Claiming the massacre had been committed by a “bunch of redskins” would provide enough of a cover if there turned out to be a witness, or the murder site was found quickly. Also, Kingsley had the idea of using the family’s scalps for proof they were all dead, claiming that Charlie Redeye had got them from the Indians.

Kingsley murdered Charlie so he couldn’t say different, then killed Sims to make sure there were no loose ends. Kingsley surely must have suspected that in court, Sims would slip up somehow and drag him down, too.

The Kid hated to admit it, but Ramses Kingsley had done a thorough job of covering his tracks, eliminating any witnesses to the massacre he had carried out on the Hodgekiss family. In fact, there was barely a piece of hard evidence to connect Kingsley to the crime at all.

All The Kid had to incriminate the man was the cigar band she’d found by the overturned wagon. It matched the ones on the cigars Kingsley had given The Kid, as well as the one she’d found on Charlie Redeye’s body. It didn’t seem like much, but that tiny bit of colored paper pointed right at Kingsley. After all, those cigars came from Havana and were, as he had said himself, the only ones you’ll find west of the Mississippi.

The Kid wasn’t sure that a mere cigar band would be enough to sway a jury, though. That was why she was there, waiting for Ramses Kingsley. One way or the other, this case was about to be closed.

She had found a safe place out of the sun with a small water hole close at hand, about half a mile from the massacre site — an ideal place to wait for Kingsley to show. No one would find her there unless they knew where the water hole was. It was luck and some good guessing on The Kid’s part that had led her to this spot on the way back to Oak Creek.

There, The Tequila Kid waited four days for Ramses Kingsley to show. She would wait four years if she had to. If her theory that Kingsley had been the sixth ‘Indian’ was correct, sooner or later he would come, looking for the buried gold. She’d packed along plenty of feed for the horse, as well as several pounds of jerky and hardtack for herself.

On Day Five, in the middle of the morning, he finally arrived. Observing from a distance, The Kid was surprised to see he’d come with a large wagon pulled by two horses. From the slow, measured pace of the horses, she could tell that the wagon was full. Whatever was in it was covered by a tarp.

After a moment’s reflection, The Kid decided that instead of taking the gold back to Oak Creek, Kingsley intended to move on to a new town and start over. A smart move, she decided. After everything that’s happened, he couldn’t spend the gold in Oak Creek — not without raising questions he can’t answer.

The wagon had two barrels of water strapped to it, one on each side. No doubt about it now — he was moving on for sure. The Kid watched as Kingsley stop the horses and put the brake on, then climb down from the wagon and look around the massacre site. Slowly rising to her feet, she began to move closer.

*****

Kingsley sat back on the wagon bench and lit a cigar. He drew on it thoughtfully, trying to figure where to start searching.

This worked out all right enough, even if it wasn’t how it was supposed to go, Kingsley thought to himself as he sat smoking. At least that damn Tequila Kid left. Had to liquidate my assets in town, but that left me with plenty of cash. Sure, I lost a gold mine, and a chance to be mayor of Oak Creek. But now I’m free and clear and about to pick up four bags of gold.

He smiled, pleased with himself. Yessir, I played it smart. Hodgekiss messed it up some by not having the gold along when we set on him here. I thought sure he’d tell me what I needed, what with all my men raping his wife while Sims beat him, but he was made of harder stuff than I figured. I did enjoy the look on his face while I did his daughter in the ass.

If I hadn’t been smart enough to find the Hodgekiss boy in Adobe Wells, I might never have found out where the gold was. Raping that old woman in the ass got me the information I needed. I didn’t mind letting Sims rape her, too, while I took what I really wanted. You can say what you like about pussy, but there’s nothing anywhere that feels half as good as the ass of a young boy. And when he’s struggling and crying, that makes it even better.

After that, all we had to do was walk into the bank and take the gold. Had it right in my hands and then… Kingsley spat on the ground as he recalled The Tequila Kid and how she’d interfered, killing two of his gunmen, then chasing him and the other two.

Kingsley began to slowly stroll around. He looked at the overturned wagon the Hodgekiss family had been in, kicked the broken water barrel that had sheltered Arabella. Then he noticed the pile of rocks. The rough cross that once stood there had been removed by The Kid when she arrived days earlier.

Kingsley studied the rock pile. He took off his coat and loosened his string tie and opened his collar, then leaned over and put both hands on one of the boulders on top.

He froze in place as The Kid’s voice suddenly came out of nowhere, “Howdy there, Ramses. You sure took your sweet time gettin’ here. But I knew you’d come, sooner or later.”

Kingsley stayed as he was, sure that The Kid must have a gun pointed at him. He slowly straightened up and turned around even more slowly, keeping his hands shoulder high.

He was surprised to see The Tequila Kid standing there with her thumbs hooked in the belt of her pants, her hip at an angle and one knee slightly bent. She looked as concerned as if she was just observing a turkey shoot on a Sunday afternoon.

Kingsley slowly lowered his hands but stood his ground. “I thought you didn’t know where this place was,” he said softly.

The Kid just stood there staring at him. “I needed to get you here.” she said. “If you was innocent, you’d not be in this place. But you’re a murderer and,” she shrugged, “here you are.”

Kingsley glared at The Kid. “That girl never carried an arrow away with her, did she? You found the site somehow and took one.” He spat on the ground, adding, “I don’t like being made a fool.”

The Kid shook her head. “No one made you a fool except your own damn self.”

Kingsley didn’t reply to that, but his eyes said it all.

“I also found this here.” The Kid continued, enjoying the sight of Kingsley as he fumed quietly. She held a small object she’d pulled from her vest. “Your brand of cigar, ain’t it? Hell, you said it yourself — the only ones out this way are yours.” She tucked the cigar band back in her pocket.

“Is the gold even here?” Kingsley asked as he glanced at the rock pile. “Let’s make a deal, Kid. Show me the gold, and I’ll split it with you, fifty-fifty.” He spoke smoothly, flashing his smile.

“The only thing under them rocks is the people you tortured and murdered.” The Kid answered. “Since you’re curious, though, I’ll tell you where the gold is.” Kingsley squinted at her as she said, “It’s safe and sound in the bank at Oak Creek. All four bags. Under the name of Arabella Hodgekiss. Except for that one nugget I left on your desk to tempt you.” She laughed. “Looks like it worked, too.”

Standing straight and tall, The Kid said, “Ramses Kingsley, I have a warrant for your arrest. I’m takin’ you back to Oak Creek to stand trial for murder.”

Kingsley gave a genuine smile of amusement. “For whose murder? By what authority?”

The Kid pulled her vest back to show the Texas Ranger badge pinned to her shirt. “By the authority of the state of Texas. For the murder of…” The Kid stopped and rubbed her tattooed chin for a moment and said, “For the the murder of the Hodgekiss family. The father, mother and young girl that you left dead here. The old woman that you killed in Adobe Wells. For little Dan Hodgekiss, who you killed by butt-fucking him to death.” The Kid’s voice had risen, and Kingsley now had a nasty sneer on his face.

The Kid’s eyes narrowed as she went on, “For the murder of Charlie Redeye. For the murder of Frank Sims. I have plenty of evidence. Lots of it’s just circumstantial, I admit. But one of the charges will stick, and that will be enough for me to see you hang.”

Kingsley pushed his hat back, then forward. He looked The Kid in the eye and said, “No… I don’t think that I will be arrested. I think I’ll take my money and belongings and push on to Mexico, like I planned.”

“I disagree,” The Kid answered back.

Kingsley smiled. “There’s no gun faster than me, Kid. Besides, I have a personal dislike for you.” Spreading his feet apart, he continued. “Ever since you popped up in Adobe Wells, you’ve been nothing but trouble for me.”

The Kid turned more toward Kingsley, adjusting her own stance.

Kingsley flexed his shoulders slightly. “You messed up my robbery and took the gold. You killed all four of my hired guns. You got Frank Sims arrested, putting me in a bad fix. He was the best man I had on my payroll… and because of you, I had to kill him. Worst of all, you kept that brat girl alive, making me lose a gold mine. You’ve tricked me for the last time, bitch.”

Kingsley’s hands dangled loosely as he added, “After I kill you, Kid, I think I might just hold off heading to Mexico and ride on back to Oak Creek. I’m in a mood to butt-fuck that little Hodgekiss cunt, then cut her throat. I bet she’s got a sweet, tight little bottom hole, too — just like her brother and sister.”

Knowing that Kingsley was trying to anger her, The Kid only gave him a tight-lipped smile. “The only place you’re goin’ from here is back with me — if not for trial, then for burying. Y’see, I got me a personal dislike for you too, Kingsley. I’d rather see you face justice on the end of a rope for all the evil you done, but I’ll settle for givin you what you deserve right here and now.

“If you hadn’t been torturin’ that old woman and that poor little boy, and then robbed that bank… well, I’d never’ve had to ride into the badlands.” The Kid slowed her words now. “Then my horse Buttercup wouldn’t have broke her leg, and I wouldn’t have had to shoot her.”

“Your horse,” Kingsley said, gazing at the young woman in disbelief.

“Funny, ain’t it?” The Kid continued. “All the crimes you done, and you’re gonna die for one you didn’t even know about.” Her face grew hard, her eyes ice cold. “I blame you for my horse bein’ dead. And for that, I’ll be glad to kill you, Kingsley.”

Kingsley took a long, deep breath, then nodded his head. “How you want to do it, Kid?” he asked, observing the loose etiquette of gunfighters.

The Kid answered, “If you got a coin, flip it up high. When it hits the dust, we slap leather.”

With his left hand, Kingsley pulled a twenty dollar gold piece from his vest pocket. He wondered which hand The Kid would use. He’d seen her roll a cigarette with her left. But her left-hand gun had a hammer for fanning the gun. He guessed she would use her right-hand gun to draw.

On his left hand, he balanced the gold piece on his forefinger and then flipped it high into the air with his thumb. The sun glinted on the edges as it spun in the blue sky.

The Kid could see that Kingsley wasn’t looking at the coin at all. She watched his eyes. As the coin hung in the air for a moment, then began to fall back to earth, he drew his gun and fired from the hip.

In the blink of an eye, The Kid had her gun in hand. As she raised it and pulled the hammer back in one smooth motion, she went into a shooter’s crouch. As her head dipped and her gun roared, the bullet from Kingsley’s pistol tore her hat away.

As Kingsley cocked his hammer back to fire again, the bullet from The Kid’s gun put a hole between his eyes. He dropped to the ground like his bones had turned to dust.

A blue haze of gunsmoke hung in the air. There was dead silence until The Kid heard the coin hit the ground.

She slowly stood up, feeling lightheaded. Something wet began to trickle down her face. Kingsley’s shot had grazed her skull. The Kid took the bandana from around her neck and tied it flat to her head to stem the bleeding. The bandana soaked up the blood, but didn’t stop it.

Climbing onto Kingsley’s wagon, The Kid pulled the tarp off it and began throwing the dead man’s trunks and boxes on the ground in a fury, watching them split open on the ground, the man’s clothes and valuables spilling out everywhere. When The Kid came across a bottle of whiskey, she put it aside and finished emptying the wagon, all but the strong box.

Taking a clean bandana from her vest pocket, The Kid removed the blood-soaked one, uncorked the bottle of whiskey and poured some of it over the place on her head where Kingsley’s bullet had scored her. It stung horribly, but she gritted her teeth and tied the clean bandana flat across her skull. Climbing down from the wagon, The Kid picked up her bullet-riddled hat — now sporting a fresh new hole — and carefully placed it on her head. After a while, the blood coming from her head ceased to flow.

The Kid went to the body of the man she’d shot dead. Rolling him over, she spat in his face. “That’s for the Hodgekiss and DuMount families. And for Buttercup.” Fetching Kingsley’s bedroll from where she’d thrown it, The Kid wrapped up the body, then hoisted it into the wagon with a rope. That job done, she stopped, rested and took a long drink of water. Her vision was blurred. Sometimes she saw double and felt dizzy.

There was one task remaining, though. The Kid laboriously moved the rocks that she’d used to cover the grave of the Hodgekiss family, unearthing their remains. She gently placed each body in the wagon, then covered them with the tarp.

Waking the half-mile back to the water hole to fetch the horse she’d borrowed, The Kid rode it back to the massacre site, where she watered Kingsley’s horses, then tied the reins from her riding horse to the back of the wagon. Taking the reins, she set off, heading back to Oak Creek.

Now that her adrenaline rush had worn down, The Kid just tried to stay awake and hold steady. Having done what needed to be done, she focused on getting back to Oak Creek alive. She stopped only to rest, water and feed the horses. Occasionally she tried to eat, but couldn’t keep any food down.

It was a long four day ride before The Kid came down the main street of Oak Creek. She stopped in front of the sheriff’s office, climbed down from the wagon and stumbled inside.

The sheriff and deputy were having coffee when she came in. They both stared at The Kid, who stood swaying in the doorway, covered in dust and dried blood.

“Um, howdy, Kid,” Sheriff Milligan said. “Are you all right? You look ‘bout half dead.”

Deputy Ritter shook his head. “I’ve had to bury some folks that looked more alive than you do now, Kid.” He poured a cup of coffee and handed it to The Kid, who fell into an empty chair and stretched her long legs out.

“Much obliged,” The Kid said. Taking a sip, she added, “This is mighty fine coffee. I’ve had trouble keepin’ anything down for long, though.” Then the mug dropped with a thud, splashing hot liquid — followed by The Kid, whose body hit the floor like a sack of potatoes.

“Hell fire,” she mumbled, drifting into unconsciousness.

*****

When The Tequila Kid drifted awake, she lay still for awhile before allowing her eyes to open. She sensed somehow that the light would hurt. She was lying somewhere soft and warm. Feels more like a bed than a coffin, she decided, so I ain’t necessarily dead.

Bracing herself, she opened her eyes. It was hard to focus them at first. Then the soft edges on everything grew sharper. She was in a room that looked like Clementine’s. So I’m back in town. Be damned if I can recall how I got here, though. The Kid looked around a little, careful not to move any more than she had to. Her head felt like someone had hit it with a sledgehammer.

Slowly glancing to her left, she spied Mimi, sitting by the window and doing needlepoint. With the sunlight spilling over her, Mimi seemed more angel than girl — though right then, The Kid was much happier to be seeing the girl.

Mimi raised her eyes toward the bed — then gasped, dropping her needlework. “Ma!” she yelled, making The Kid’s head ache even more than it already did.

Leaping to her feet, Mimi ran to the bedroom door and swung it open with a bang, still hollering at the top of her lungs, “Ma, she’s awake! Ma, hurry, hurry — The Kid’s come to!” She was standing in the doorway and hopping up and down, beside herself with glee.

Sweeping into the room, Clementine seized The Kid’s hand, brought it to her face and kissed it, standing by the bed with tears in her eyes.

“Dear God… oh thank goodness you’re back, Kid!” the older woman exclaimed. “We thought you might die on us. You’ve been unconscious for three whole days.”

Wondering if her voice still worked, The Kid managed to say, “Well… I’m glad ya didn’t have to bury me just yet.”

Clementine laughed, then started to cry. Turning to her daughter, she said, “Mimi, go tell your sisters that The Kid’s awake. Then have Susie tell one of the hands to ride in to town and fetch the doctor.”

Mimi returned shortly, with Arabella close behind. Before Clementine could stop her, the child hurled herself onto The Kid — who winced with pain, but took the sobbing little girl into her arms. “Don’t you cry, Button,” she crooned, patting Arabella’s back. “I’ll be all right now.”

“That’s enough, Arabella,” Clementine gently scolded, disentangling the sniffling girl from The Kid, setting her back on her feet. “We have to let her rest now.”

“Oh, Kid, I was so scared!” Arabella whimpered, letting Mimi hug her. “When they brought you here, you looked…” She shuddered, unable to say more.

“Now hush, child,” Clementine said. “She doesn’t need to hear about that right now. Here, Kid.” She poured some water into a glass, then held it to the lips of The Kid, who took a few careful swallows. “How do you feel?”

“Well, my head hurts somethin’ fierce. Truth be told, all of me does. How’d I get here?”

“You rode into town, went into the sheriff’s office — looking as if you’d gone twelve rounds with a mountain lion, he said — then passed out. Doctor Stone kept you for a day and night, then we moved you here. He didn’t know if you’d ever wake from it or not.” Clementine began to cry again, but through her tears she said, “You must try to eat something, Kid. Mimi, go heat up the chicken broth, then bring some up here.”

The Kid managed to eat some broth and keep it down. The girls — including Susie, who had just put in an appearance — were filled with questions, but Clementine shooed them out. Then she left as well, giving The Kid the chance to rest until the doctor got there.

*****

“No doubt about it, Kid,” Doc Stone said while he examined her wounded scalp, “you’re lucky to be alive. If that bullet had hit just a fraction of an inch lower, they’d be nailin’ you into a pine box. As it is, you lost a lot of blood, and got a nasty concussion to boot. But you take plenty of bed rest for a week or thereabouts, and I think you’ll be fit as a fiddle.” He began to put his instruments away. “I did have a heck of a time gettin’ that bandana off the wound. All that dried blood. You should’ve just let it alone. Damn foolish you were.”

The Kid’s eyes twinkled as she said, “Well, I reckon I’ll heal up, despite gettin’ doctored by you, Stone.”

With a snort of laughter, the doctor said, “Yep, I think you’ll be fine.” Turning to Clementine, he added, “I’ll stop back tomorrow, then check in every couple days. Keep her scalp away from water. Them stitches need to stay in a week or so. I’ll take ‘em out next Thursday.” He glanced back at the patient, shaking his head. “If you know where The Kid’s guns are, I suggest you bury ‘em somewheres. Keep her out of trouble for a couple days.”

“You still here, Stone?” The Kid called out. “Ain’t there someone else you can go drive into a early grave?”

Grinning, the doctor tipped his hat. “Ladies, I bid you a lovely afternoon. You too, Kid.” He picked up his black satchel.

“I’ll see you out, Hiram,” Clementine said, following him from the room.

Only Arabella remained. Drawing close to the bed, she said, “You rest now. Rest and get better.” She took The Kid’s hand, brought it to her lips for a kiss, then smiled. “We’ve all took good care of you, Kid. Newt and Ernie carried you in the house. Aunt Clem cleaned you up, then she put you in her nightgown and in her bed. The doctor stitched up your head — it took twelve stitches, too! After that, we watched over you. We took turns, waitin’ for you to come back to us.”

The Kid gave Arabella’s hand a gentle squeeze. “You done real good, Button,” she said. “Nobody ever cared for me better.”

Arabella pressed her lips against The Kid’s hand, then tenderly laid it down. “I love you so much, Kid. You sleep now. If you need anything, ring this little bell here on the nightstand. I’m gonna make sure you get well.” It did The Kid’s heart a world of good, the sight of Arabella’s smiling face.

Then the girl added, “Oh, I forgot to tell you… after things calm down some, Aunt Clem — I mean Momma, is takin’ me to the judge. She’s adoptin’ me legal, Kid. I’m gonna be her daughter!”

The Kid gave a blissful sigh, letting herself relax. I kept my promise, she thought. I protected Button from the sons of bitches that killed her folks. Now she has a real home and a family. Her eyelids grew heavy and drifted shut. She slept peacefully.

*****

In the days that followed, The Kid longed to be up and about, but forced herself to heed Doc Stone’s advice and take as much rest as she could. Soon enough, she began to feel better, stronger. Her appetite had returned, and Clementine kept her well fed. The pain in her head gradually eased, and was finally gone.

A little more than a week later, the doctor took off her bandages and removed the stitches. “I’d take it easy for another week or two.” he told her, examining the wound closely.

“Aw, Doc, I’m gettin’ plumb stir crazy, stuck in this here bed,” The Kid protested. “I need to be up and doin’ things.”

“What you need is rest!” Doc Stone exclaimed, then rolled his eyes. “I declare, if you’d been shot point blank in the head, that bullet would’ve just bounced off. Your skull must be thicker’n a grizzly bear’s.” He gave a weary laugh. “Kid, I bet you’ve been told many’s the time how damn hard-headed you are… well, this little scrape you got proves it.”

That made The Kid grin. “Sorry, Doc. Guess I ain’t the easiest to take care of.”

“Worst patient I ever had,” the doctor said, but with a hint of a smile. Picking up his satchel, he turned and pointed at The Kid as he left the room. “You rest now, young lady. I mean it. I’ll be back in a couple days, then we’ll see if you’re ready to leave that bed.”

The next day, The Kid got dressed and came downstairs. Clementine ordered her back to bed, and The Kid didn’t put up much of a fight — she was already feeling dizzy.

The next day she felt stronger, but stayed in bed. When Clementine brought in a breakfast tray, she gave The Kid a hand mirror. “Now you’ve healed up some, you probably want to take a look at yourself.”

“I look a sight, don’t I.” The Kid said, clucking her tongue. The doctor had needed to shave the side of her head where the wound was. Though healing nicely, there would be an ugly scar.

“You’re still beautiful as ever, Kid,” Clementine said. “That hair will grow back fast enough, and it’ll cover up the scar. Though I think you might have to part it the other way now.” She took the mirror back. “All right now, you get some rest.” With a pat on the shoulder, Clementine left The Kid and went downstairs.

Later that afternoon, Sheriff Milligan pulled up in a buggy, a woman seated next to him.

They were at the front door as Clementine opened it. “Hello, Sheriff Milligan,” Clem said, then added a soft “Hello,” for the woman, wondering who she might be.

“Howdy, Mrs. DuMount,” Sheriff Milligan said. “I had to come out here to speak with The Kid. This is Miss Polly Nevers. She’s a friend of The Kid’s, and wanted to say hello to her if you don’t mind.”

Clementine offered her hand to the woman. Polly held out her gloved hand, and as the two women shook, she said, “First off, let me say that I run a disorderly house in town. So I do understand if you’d rather I… I didn’t enter your home, Mrs. DuMount.”

“Nonsense,” Clementine said. “Any friend of The Kid is welcome in my house. Come on, both of you.”

Polly’s heart swelled with gratitude as she stepped inside saying, “Thank you.” It was always a relief to meet a person of good standing who didn’t look down their nose at a woman like her. She felt something else in Clementine, too. Something in her gaze that seemed oddly familiar to Polly. A thing she’d seen before in The Kid’s eyes… but what was it?

Clementine showed Sheriff Milligan and Polly upstairs. “The sheriff should speak with her first,” Polly said. “He’s here on official business.”

“If you like,” Clementine said with a smile, admiring Miss Nevers’ beauty. I can see why a man would spend good money to lie with her, she thought.

Clem entered the bedroom. “You have a visitor, Kid,” she said, then brought the sheriff in.

Drawing close to the bed, Milligan nodded. “Howdy, Kid. You look a lot better since the last time I saw you, I’ll sure say that. How you feel?”

“Hey, Sheriff. I’m doin’ all right, I reckon.”

“I need to fill out a report about what happened with Ramses Kingsley,” Milligan said, getting straight to the point of his visit. “I sent the Rangers a telegram. I’ll write out that report and bring it back here. I’ll read it to you, then add or take out whatever you want. Then you make your mark on it, and I’ll mail it to the Rangers for you.”

“Much obliged, Sheriff.”

“What happened out there, Kid? Self defense, I figure.”

“That’s right. I wanted to bring him back. He had different ideas.”

“The doc says you’re lucky to be alive. Why didn’t you have me come along with you?”

The Kid smiled. “It’s out of your jurisdiction.”

Milligan sighed and fingered his mustache, then finally said, “There’s someone come with me to see you.” Looking out into the hallway, he added, “I’ll have some coffee with Mrs DuMount while you chat. Don’t be too long, now… I’ve got to get back to town.”

As the sheriff walked out, Polly swept in, closing the door behind her, scowling as she took a good long look at her friend and lover. “God damn it, Tequila! You look awful. I told you not to mess with that Kingsley. Why don’t you ever listen to me, you obstinate little so and so? If you weren’t so bad off, I’d put you over my knee and wallop your ass good.”

“Nice to see you too, Miss Polly,” The Kid said with a wry smile. “You oughta be a nurse, with that sweet bedside manner ya got.”

Moving over to the bed, Polly bent down and kissed The Kid long and hard on the mouth, then glared at her. “Damn it, how can I stay mad at you? When you come back to town, I thought we’d lost you for sure. You almost died.” She seated herself on the bed, taking The Kid’s hand.

“Sorry I scared you, Polly,” The Kid said, feeling somewhat abashed. “Tell you what, I’m right glad that I got the chance to live instead.”

Glancing around the room, Polly said, “I suppose you’re lovin’ it here, Kid. A beautiful woman and three cute girls, tendin’ to your every need.”

“Well, I reckon there’s one need I got that you could take care of better than anyone, Polly.”

Arching an eyebrow, Polly said, “Oh? Sure you wouldn’t rather have that cute girl you found in the desert tend to it instead?”

“Well, she certainly knows how to… the thing is, you’re here now. I bet it would be fun to have her join us, though. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Polly?”

“Never you mind what I’d like,” the madam replied, as she went over to lock the bedroom door. “I think I need to put some color in your cheeks, young lady.”

“Ya gonna kiss my head better?” The Kid asked.

Polly had always cherished The Kid’s smile. The little dimples that showed always made her seem more like a child than a young woman.

“I think it may do you more good if I kiss further down,” Polly said, a wicked smile on her lips.

“Well, now,” The Kid said as Polly drew the bed covers down, then gave her a long kiss that quickly grew passionate. The two women took turns sucking playfully at each other’s tongues.

“Raise your hips,” Polly said, then tugged the nightgown The Kid wore up to her chin, baring her breasts. Polly bent to lick and kiss the younger woman’s hard nipples, then nuzzled a path downward until her head was between The Kid’s legs.

Reaching out, Polly traced a finger through the juicy slit of her lover. “I never knew how beautiful a woman’s cunt could be… not until I first got a look at yours, Kid.” She brought the finger to her mouth and sucked it. “Like a flower in God’s garden… I swear, just lookin’ at it makes me feel hot and crazy inside.” She drew closer. “Mind you, I intend to do a lot more than just look.”

She began to lick, her lips and tongue working their magic. Soon The Kid’s cunt spilled love honey into Polly’s eager mouth, as the young woman exploded in an intense orgasm that left her breathless.

“Still sweet as ever,” Polly cooed. She stood, poured some water into the wash basin and cleaned her face, then washed The Kid’s privates before pulling her nightgown back down and the covers back up.

Opening her handbag, she fixed her makeup, pausing to appraise herself in the vanity mirror, then came back to the bed. “You rest now, Kid. I’ll see you again soon.”

The Kid was struck speechless, and Polly seemed to understand, giving her a brief but tender goodbye kiss and a wink before she went downstairs.

Clementine and Sheriff Milligan were seated in the parlor, drinking coffee. When he saw Polly descend the stairs, the sheriff placed his cup in its saucer, reaching for his hat. “I’ll go pull the buggy around,” he said. “Just be a few minutes.”

As he went out the door, Clementine said, “Would you care for coffee, Miss Nevers?”

Polly said, “No, thanks, Mrs. DuMount. I do appreciate the kindness you’ve shown, allowing me to visit with The Kid.”

Reaching out to take Polly’s hand, Clem said, “Please, Miss Nevers, feel free to drop by again soon.” She gazed deep into Polly’s eyes, adding, “You are most welcome here. And please, call me Clementine.”

The madam quietly responded, “I’m Polly.”

The two women held hands for a moment, a common truth passing between them. Then the buggy pulled up, breaking the spell. “Nice to meet you, Clementine,” Polly said, then turned to go.

Standing in the entrance, Clem saw the buggy set off, then watched Polly dwindle in the distance. With a thoughtful nod, she wandered into the kitchen, where her eldest daughter was peeling potatoes for the evening meal.

“Mimi,” Clementine said, “Why don’t you let me finish that, while you go check on The Kid. See if she wants anything. Keep her company for awhile, if she feels like it.”

“Sure, Ma!” Mimi exclaimed, grinning with delight. Untying her apron, she hung it on a peg, then went bounding up the stairs.

*****

The Kid was just drifting into sleep when she heard a soft tap on the door. Rousing herself, she said, “Come in.”

Mimi entered, a shy smile on her lips. “Can I get you anything, Kid? Would you like me to visit with you for a little bit?”

“Sure,” The Kid said. “Come on in and catch me up on what’s been going on.”

Seating herself, Mimi filled The Kid in on the day-to-day routine around the house. Suddenly falling silent, she got up, went over to the door and closed it, then turned the lock. The Kid felt a sudden twinge of erotic anticipation.

Returning to the bed, Mimi perched on the edge, tugging the dress she wore up far enough to bare her knees. Gazing warmly at The Kid, she said, “I’m fourteen, you know.” The Kid nodded — wondering where Mimi was going with this, suspecting that she knew only too well.

“The thing is,” Mimi continued, “I know how to pleasure another girl. Or woman.” The girl’s cheeks were flushed now.

The Kid lay still, looking at Mimi. Dang, she thought, Could this be going where I think it is?

“What I guess I’m getting at, Kid, is maybe you need some…” The rest of Mimi’s words tumbled out of her mouth so fast The Kid wasn’t sure if she heard them right. “I think maybe you ought to be pleasured, so you can rest better.”

The Kid’s heart was thumping wildly, but she managed to keep herself sounding calm, saying, “That sounds real good, Mimi.”

“Good.” Mimi said. “Now you just lay there and relax and I’ll do it all.” Leaning in, she gave The Kid a long, hungry kiss, then broke away, looking pleased with herself.

“Close your eyes, Kid. I’ll need to see your privates so I can give you pleasure. No matter what, just keep your eyes shut and enjoy this.”

The Kid felt the covers being stripped away and her nightgown pulled up. Then Mimi’s hands were on her thighs, spreading them apart. She sighed blissfully as the girl’s tongue began to lick her slit up and down, up and down. Then The Kid felt her clit being licked, kissed and gently nibbled.

Unable to help herself, The Kid raised her head slightly, opening her eyes just enough to see the top of Mimi’s head between her legs. Where’d she get the notion to do this to me? The Kid wondered. I guess it don’t really matter, it feels so good.

Feeling the rising storm beneath her belly, The Kid whispered, “Oh, Mimi. I think I’m g-gonna come,” then gasped as the girl intensified her efforts, slowly easing a finger into The Kid’s love hole while sucking at her clitoris.

Reaching down, The Kid held Mimi’s head with trembling hands, moaning in ecstasy as she climaxed for the second time that afternoon.

As The Kid caught her breath, Mimi went to the basin and washed her face. She dampened a washcloth, using it to clean The Kid’s vulva, then tenderly kissed her. “I think you’ll rest better now,” Mimi whispered.

With a weary smile, The Kid, “Think I will, too. Thank you, Mimi. Thanks very much.” Propping herself up on an elbow, she added, “Soon as I’m up and able to move around, I’m gonna do that to you, pretty girl.” She gave Mimi a wink, then laid back down.

Mimi giggled, then left the room, closing the door behind her. The Kid soon dozed off.

Later that afternoon, The Kid awakened. The room felt stuffy, so she got up to open a window. It struck her that she was feeling much better. I need to get out of this nightgown, though — it’s startin’ to smell.

Taking a clean nightgown from the chiffarobe, The Kid picked up her moccasins and descended the stairs, only to find Clementine standing at the bottom, arms folded. “And where do you think you’re going, young lady?”

“Just wanted to take me a bath and put on this clean nightie,” The Kid replied.

Clem thought for a moment, then nodded, “Doc Stone did say that now that the stitches are out, you can wash your hair.” Glancing into the kitchen, she called, “Susie?” An instant later, Clementine’s youngest daughter appeared. “Go with The Kid and help out with her bath. You carry the water for her, now — she’s to take it easy.”

“Yes, Ma!” a grinning Susie said. She raced out the front door, then looked back inside. “C’mon, Kid, let’s go!” She vanished again.

By the time The Kid made it to the wash house, Susie was there heating water on the stove, fetching more from the well. As the water grew hot, the young girl gradually filled the tub. “It’s ready now, Kid,” Susie finally said. “Go ahead and get in.”

Reaching down for the hem of the nightie she wore, The Kid slowly pulled it up and off while little Susie watched, wide eyed with excitement. The Kid carelessly let the nightgown fall to the floor as she padded over to the tub, climbed in and seated herself in the steaming water.

“Ma said I was to help you, Kid,” Susie said, “so let me get you clean.” She held a bath flannel in her hands.

Susie washed The Kid’s back first, but the look on the child’s face made it clear that she longed to scrub much more than that. “Ain’t you gonna do the rest of me?” The Kid asked. “I need a bath all over.”

“S-sure, Kid!” Susie stammered, unable to believe her good luck. “Um, turn around.” The Kid obliged, and then the girl was soaping her bare breasts.

It was a lovely experience, allowing this sweet young thing to lather, clean and rinse every part of her body. Susie seemed to enjoy it just as much.

Finally, The Kid emerged from the tub. Taking a towel from Susie, she quickly dried herself. As she did, the younger girl looked around outside, then closed the door to the wash house.

“Sure does feel good to have clean hair at last.” The Kid said. Sitting on the long wooden bench, she picked up the fresh nightgown and was about to pull it over her head — then Susie spoke up.

“Wait, Kid,” the child said. “Just sit there. Close your eyes and open your legs for me. I’m gonna give you a nice surprise.”

The Kid shut her eyes. She felt warm hands on her inner thighs, then Susie began to lick her pussy. Peeking down, The Kid took in the view of the pretty little girl, now down on her knees and giving pleasure to a woman. My, that’s a fine sight, she thought.

The Kid closed her eyes again, loving what little Susie was doing with her mouth and tongue. It was similar to how Mimi did it, but different, too. Something about the eagerness that Susie brought to the task, though, made The Kid decide that it was the best licking she’d had in awhile.

The Kid was nearing her third climax of the day. Putting both hands on Susie’s head, she pushed her hot wet sex harder against the child’s mouth. Susie didn’t slow down, just kept licking until The Kid had an explosive come that left her panting for breath.

Susie just knelt there, staring at The Kid’s wet cunt. Finally she stood, fetched a washcloth and wiped the fluids from the young woman’s pussy — what she hadn’t already cleaned up with her tongue, anyhow.

The Kid put on the nightgown and moccasins while Susie washed her face, then they walked back to the house together, hand in hand. The Kid went back up to bed. Weary from her exertions, she dozed off right away.

When she awakened, it was early evening, and Clementine was there with a tray of food.

“Now, Clem,” The Kid said, “You and the girls are gonna spoil me to death.”

“You need loving care for a little more yet,” Clementine said, a twinkle in her eye. “So just enjoy it while you can, young lady.” Patting The Kid on the arm, she murmured, “Go on, tuck in while it’s still warm.”

After The Kid was done eating, Clementine asked, “Would you care for dessert? It’s chocolate cake.”

“No, thank you,” The Kid answered, patting her belly. “I’m ‘bout to bust, I think.”

Clementine got up and went over to lock the bedroom door. Returning to the bed, she leaned over, kissing The Kid full on the mouth. They kissed again, with lips parted and tongues going back and forth.

Without a word, Clementine pulled back the bed covers and put her hands on the nightgown The Kid wore. As she slowly tugged the gown up The Kid’s lean, muscular legs, Clem said, “You just relax now, young lady. I’m going to give you a come. Bet you could really use one.”

Clementine didn’t mind having The Kid watch her. In fact, the older woman loved the idea of this nineteen-year-old girl looking on as she licked her pussy. Does it get her extra excited, Clem wondered, knowing that I do this to my daughters, too?

Clementine went down on The Kid with an abandon that soon had her on the verge of orgasm. It felt like a combination of the way Susie and Mimi licked. Them girls sure learned from their Ma, The Kid thought.

She felt a finger tip enter her anus, then another slipped into her pussy. All the while, her clit was being stroked and teased by a tongue that knew what it was doing.

Suddenly, everything got hot and crazy. The Kid seized a pillow, pressing it to her face to muffle her screams of pleasure as she came.

Once her body had ceased to thrash around and The Kid lay still, Clementine kissed her. “If you’re like me,” Clem said, “You must enjoy the taste of your pussy on the lips of a lover.”

“I sure do,” The Kid said.

“And I do love sharing these same pleasures with my daughters. But we’ll talk about that again some other time. Right now, Kid, I want you to get some rest.” With one last kiss, Clementine picked up the tray and left the room.

The Tequila Kid lay quietly, thinking about what Clementine had just said. And I do love sharing these same pleasures with my daughters. But we’ll talk about that again some other time.

The Kid pondered those words. Does that mean she wants to do this with me again? I sure hope so. Maybe she’ll tell me more about her daughters, the things they do together. Has she got Button doing those things with her and the girls? She sure seems happy here, now more than ever.

Then she had another thought, one that made her shiver with excitement. Maybe Clem wants me to join them all in bed. Lord God almighty, wouldn’t that be a dream come true? Wouldn’t it just? As she turned the idea over in her mind, The Kid somehow drifted into a deep sleep.

The Kid awakened abruptly, sensing a presence nearby. It seemed late. Sure enough, she heard the clock downstairs strike three. Then there was another sound, the gentle closing of her door. “Who’s there?” she called out.

“Shhhhh, Kid. It’s me — Arabella.”

“Oh. Everything okay, Button? Are you ill? Is there any trouble?”

“I couldn’t sleep, Kid. I have to do somethin’ so bad, I can’t stand it.”

“What’s that?” The Kid asked. Am I still asleep and dreamin’ this? she wondered.

Arabella didn’t answer. Instead, she lit the oil lamp on the table and turned it low. In the dim golden glow of the light Arabella put her index finger to her lips and again went, “Shhhhh.”

Reaching down, Arabella grabbed the hem of her nightgown and stood up straight, pulling the garment up and over her head. She tossed it aside and spread her legs, using both hands to open her cunt, spreading the tiny bare labia apart and revealing the pink wetness inside to The Kid.

Then the young girl approached the bed, whispering, “I just gotta lick you down there, Kid. I can’t stop thinkin’ of it and I — I just gotta. You don’t have to do nothin’ at all.” Arabella added with a naughty giggle, “Nothing except come in my mouth, that is.”

The Kid pushed down the bed covers, pulled up her nightie and spread her legs wide, eager to give Arabella what she wanted. The child was in no hurry, though — she began to gently play with her own slit while using the other hand to explore The Kid’s moist labia.

The Kid enjoyed the soft touch of Arabella’s fingers, feeling herself growing increasingly wet as she watched her ten-year-old lover masturbate.

“This ain’t no dream, is it?” The Kid whispered.

Arabella bent forward and gave The Kid a passionate kiss, plunging her tongue into the young woman’s mouth. Breaking away with a smacking sound, she said, “Nope, it’s for real.”

She climbed up on the bed, turning around to present her taut round bottom to The Kid. Arabella was on her hands and knees and The Kid loved everything she saw in the soft light.

“I’m gonna lick you.” Arabella said simply. “If you want to poke any of my holes while I do that, you can.”

Arabella began to lick The Kid’s slick, hot pussy, exploring every bit of it with her tongue. When she got to the clit, the girl teased it ever so gently, coaxing the tiny organ out from under its hood, then sucking at  it.

Reaching out, The Kid squeezed the lovely globes of Arabella’s buttocks, then used her fingers to lightly stroke the ten-year-old’s tight, puckered anus and vulva. She teased Arabella’s rosebud, loving how the girl reacted to it — pushing back against her finger, moaning with pleasure into her cunt.

Moving slowly and carefully, The Kid eased a finger into Arabella’s vagina. The child responded right away, pushing back against the probing finger, trying to take it even deeper.

Arabella could feel her pussy getting steadily wetter as The Kid fucked her. It felt so good that she hungered for more, so she slipped a hand between her thighs, brushing her own clit with a finger tip, still concentrating on pleasuring The Kid’s clit with her mouth.

They reached orgasm simultaneously, giving their release an intensity that neither had expected a moment earlier. After the last waves of pleasure had passed, the two lovers lay limp and spent. Arabella managed to turn herself around and crawl into The Kid’s arms, and they nestled together for awhile.

The Kid was nearly dozing when Arabella crawled out of her embrace, bringing the young woman back to the there and then.

“I gotta go back to bed now,” Arabella said. Giving The Kid a brief goodnight kiss, she wriggled into her nightgown, then blew the lamp out.

“Wait, Arabella.” The Kid said. “Don’t go. Come and lay under the covers with me. Please?”

Arabella was caught off guard by the request. “You sure, Kid?” she asked as she came slowly back to the bed.

“I’ve missed seein’ you fall asleep. I’ve missed havin’ you near me at night. I just want to wake up next to you one more time,” The Kid said, a hint of sadness in her voice.

Arabella smiled. Taking her nightie off again, the naked child slipped under the covers, kissed The Kid’s cheek and said, “Sleep well now, my angel of love.” Snuggling close, Arabella rested her head on The Kid’s shoulder, soon falling sound asleep.

The Kid watched Arabella slumber. As she studied the child’s face, she thought to herself, How lucky I am to have known someone so precious. Lord knows, I can’t bear to leave her. But I can’t take her with me, neither.

Ride along to Chapter Thirteen!

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Just Being With You

  • Posted on May 5, 2019 at 1:54 pm

by Christene

{ This story was originally posted at Nifty in September 2002 }

For as long as she could remember, Alexis had never seen her mother Olivia with other men. Her father had left before Alexis had been born, and he was rarely mentioned. Her mother had always been secretive about her love life. Alexis suspected that there might be a special reason behind that. She believed that she had never seen her mom involved with a man for the same reason that Alexis felt her pulse race every time she felt Olivia’s gentle hand touch her cheek. Her mother loved women, just as she did. She was certain of it.

Alexis had known of her attraction to the gentler sex ever since she had played kissing games with her best friend at age thirteen. But what Alexis had only realized a year or so ago was that her own mother was the woman that she desired most of all.

However hard she fought it, she found herself drifting again and again into hot, sexy fantasies of her and Mom — naked and entwined in a loving embrace, hands caressing one another’s warm, soft skin, kissing again and again. Finally Alexis had to admit to herself that this was simply the way she was, and that she could not wish this desire for her mother away.

Alexis watched Olivia with keen blue eyes as the gloriously tall woman strode across the room, dressed only in a lacy black bra and panties. For many years, Alexis had wondered if she would ever have such a striking figure. Now, at the age of sixteen, it was becoming quite evident that her mother’s beauty was hers as well.

She tried to memorize the sight of her scantily clad mother as Olivia stood before the mirror. Alexis lovingly took in the way that long blonde hair was gathered in a quick motion and held up from her long, leonine neck.

“What do you think, baby?” Olivia asked, regarding her appearance in the mirror. She turned her head from side to side, trying to decide which look she liked best. “Up or down?”

Alexis all but purred her response. “Mmmm, up, Momma. Wear it up. You have such a gorgeous neck. Show it off!”

Olivia’s green eyes shifted slightly to take in the reflection of the young woman behind her. “Such things you say, little one,” she said, a flirtatious smile gently touching her lips.

The smile caused an all too familiar warmth to slowly rise in Alexis. She was forced to look away, fearing that her blue eyes might reveal too much of what she felt for this beautiful woman.

“So, Mom,” she murmured, “which dress are you wearing tonight?”

Olivia finished pinning her hair up before glancing over at the dresses she had set out. A slip-like black dress, cut dramatically low in the back, and a the red spaghetti-strapped number. Either would easily make her the belle of the ball — and maybe tickle the fancies of a few of the lovely ladies who would be there, she suspected. The only problem was… which one?

Shrugging, Olivia peered over a shoulder at her daughter, who was on her bed, reclining on her side in a seductive pose that seemed to come all too naturally to the lovely teen. A small thrill surged through Olivia, even as she wondered if her daughter realized that she exuded such a sensual presence. “Which dress do you prefer, Lexie?”

Alexis knew precisely which dress she wanted to see her mother wearing, although she feigned thinking in order not to let Olivia know how eager she was. “I think the black one will look the best,” she said. When her mother began to reach for the dress, she hastily added, “You should probably take your bra off first, Mom. It won’t work with that dress.”

Frowning down at the lacy black bra, Olivia nodded. “I suppose it won’t.” She reached around behind her back and unfastened the bra with experienced ease.

A soft moan was stifled deep within her throat as Alexis drank in the vision of her mother’s bare breasts. She allowed her eyes to linger over the dusty rose nipples that were so much lighter than her own, longing to take them into her mouth.

Before Alexis even realized that she had uttered the words, she found herself voicing her lustful wishes out loud, though quietly: “God, I want your body.”

Olivia froze, looking to Alexis with softening green eyes. She immediately went to her daughter and drew her into a loving embrace. “Oh, baby, you have a beautiful body,” she whispered. “Please don’t think that you don’t.”

Wrapping her arms around her mother, Alexis breathed deeply, relieved that her careless slip had gone unnoticed. The act of breathing proved to be dangerous, however, as she inhaled the sweet scent of her mother’s skin.

She gently pulled the older woman closer to her, nuzzling her face into the soft valley between her mother’s curvaceous breasts. She heard a soft gasp come from Olivia’s mouth, which served only to embolden her courage. Her lips gently brushed over her mother’s delicate skin for a sweet moment before she spoke.

“I love the way you smell, Momma.”

Olivia was trembling. She forced herself to pull away from her daughter’s warm embrace, suddenly overcome by a nervous tingling throughout her entire body. “Do you like my lotion, baby?” she started awkwardly, trying to compose herself. Moving to her vanity, heart pounding with excitement, she took the bottle of scented lotion and offered it to her daughter. “Here, Lexie. You can have it. You know, to try… if you want — you know, to, um, see if you like it.” She was blushing now.

Alexis smiled thoughtfully. “Thanks, I think I will.”

And before Olivia could remove the lid to the lotion, her daughter had raised her shirt over her head and sat down, wearing only her white bra. Olivia felt her mouth becoming dry as Alexis unhooked her bra to reveal shapely breasts with proud dark nipples. Looking at her daughter, she was reminded once more that her little girl was no longer so little. God, she was so lovely…

“Well,” Olivia breathed, suddenly feeling a bit overwhelmed by her daughter’s beauty, “aren’t we the exhibitionist?”

Alexis smiled with an warmth that glinted inside her blue eyes. “This is how you wanted me to be. Isn’t it, Momma?” She stood up, before her mother. “You always taught me to be proud of my body.” Alexis looked to her shirt which had been cast carelessly to the ground. “I guess I could put it back on if… “

“No, Lexie. Don’t do that.” Olivia reached out for her daughter, resting her hand under her chin to guide blue eyes to meet her green eyes. “You are perfect, absolutely perfect.”

Alexis blushed. “You are a bit biased, don’t you think? I mean, you have to say that sort of thing to your daughter.”

Olivia shook her head. “I don’t work that way,” she said. She took a bit of lotion into her hands and began to gently massage her daughter’s shoulders. “You know that.”

Nodding, Alexis smiled. She closed her eyes, enjoying her mother’s touch. A soft gasp left her lips at the feel of Olivia’s warm, lotion-anointed fingers on her skin. She trembled at the sound of her mother’s sultry voice as Olivia whispered “Do you like this, baby?”

“Yes, Momma,” Alexis answered. She was overcome by the feeling that her words were so inadequate when it came to saying what she thought. She wished that her mother would caress her breasts with those soft hands.

A warm smile began to curl Olivia’s lips. “Hmmm… you seem a bit, um, worked up,” she said with a knowing gaze. “And I’ll bet I know why that is, too.”

Alexis tensed, suddenly certain that Olivia knew everything. The truth had finally come to light about her feelings for her mother. She swallowed the lump in her throat as well as the fear that threatened to choke her. “W-why, Momma?” she stammered.

“It’s okay, baby,” Olivia offered gently. “We don’t have to have any secrets from each other. After all, we are all that we have. I know how you feel.”

The arms encircling her and pulling her tightly to her mother’s soft chest caused her to softly moan. “Oh, Momma, I wanted to tell you. I’ve wanted to tell you for so long.”

Manicured fingernails lightly brushed over her daughter’s bare back. “You should have, honey.” Olivia kissed her daughter’s temple, holding her trembling body close. “You’re thinking about… someone special. Aren’t you?”

Alexis tried not to concentrate on the breasts pressed gently to hers. She felt strangely sorry that, once again, Olivia had not fully understood what she had meant… wanting to tell her mother once and for all that she, her own daughter, was madly, hopelessly in love with her.

But she didn’t know at all how to say it. “Yes,” she finally whispered.

“Is there anyone in particular that you… that you love?”

Olivia was taken aback by the blue eyes that locked upon hers so intensely when her daughter pulled away to meet her gaze. The desire blazing within Alexis was shining like the sun. The “yes,” barely whispered by Alexis, her eyes growing moist, sent a chill of excitement racing down Olivia’s spine.

The tears which always came at the thought of never being allowed to express her love for this woman, her mother, made themselves known by stinging at the young girl’s eyes. “I love this person so much, Momma… someone who doesn’t even know. I don’t know how to say it, the way I feel.”

Pulling Alexis once more into her arms, Olivia stroked comforting circles over the young girl’s back. “Shh… no tears, little one.” She waited for Alexis to relax into her embrace before she spoke again. “If you truly have feelings for this person, then you should do whatever you have to do to win their love.”

“But what if — what if this person doesn’t feel… or will never feel the way that I do?” A solitary tear rolled slowly down her cheek as Alexis considered that very real possibility. “It would hurt so much, Momma!”

Olivia sighed, then kissed Alexis’ hair, her cheeks and finally her eyelids. “Unfortunately, angel,” she said, cupping her daughter’s face after smoothing away a fresh tear from her cheek, “getting hurt is a reality that we must all face. With love, there is always the chance that will happen.”

“So why risk it?” Alexis nuzzled at her mother’s neck, resting her head against a loving shoulder.

“Oh, that one’s easy.” Olivia smiled down on her daughter. “We risk it because the reward is so great. True love, Lexie, the kind that poets write about… it does exist. And it is the most precious thing in this world.”

“Have you ever known love like that, Momma? The kind of love that you would be willing to risk anything to keep?”

“Yes, I have,” Olivia murmured, her own eyes growing moist. “I’m holding her, right now.” She kissed her daughter’s temple. “I would do anything for you, baby. I hope you know that.”

“And you love me like that?” Alexis found her heart daring to hope…

“Of course, I do. You are the real and true love of my life.”

The smile that filled her being would not be denied. Alexis was aglow with the words still echoing inside her ears. “I am?”

“Yes, my love, you are.” Olivia gently kissed her daughter’s lips. “There is no greater love than that of the love that exists between a mother and her child. Someday, perhaps, you will learn this from your children.”

Alexis wished that she could feel the softness of her mother’s lips against hers just a bit longer. “Will I have to wait that long to know that kind of love?”

“Who can say, Lexie?” Olivia caressed her child’s cheek. “Your true love might be closer than you know.”

Alexis kissed her mother’s palm, then held it close to her cheek. “I think you’re right, Momma. Thank you so much.” She held tightly to the hand resting against her skin.

“Now, about this special person of yours…” Olivia tilted her head to study her beautiful young daughter, marveling at the way that her child’s blue eyes always had a way of reaching where others could not. “Make your true feelings known, before it’s too late.”

Alexis sighed softly against her mother’s hand. “It isn’t that easy.”

Olivia laughed. “Oh, I never said anything about it being easy, but in the end, I am sure that you’ll find it worth the effort it took to be totally open and honest.”

The chiming of the grandfather clock down the hall caused Olivia’s green eyes to widen. “My God! It’s eight already!” She tore herself away from her daughter, rushing to slip into her dress. “I am going to be so late!”

“I love you, Mom.”

Slipping into her black dress, Olivia smiled. “And I love you, baby.”

“No, I mean, I really, really love you!”

Olivia chuckled softly, smiling as she glanced over her shoulder to her beautiful young daughter. “And I really, really love you, little one.”

Alexis crossed her arms, feeling naked in more ways than simply being without a shirt. “Mom, you aren’t listening to me.” She watched her mother rushing into the bathroom to apply the finishing touches to her makeup. “I am in love with you.”

The sound of glass breaking made her jump with start. “Mom?!”

The sixteen-year-old raced into the bathroom. She found her mother leaning against the bathroom counter with the shattered remnants of her perfume bottle lying in the sink. The air was thick with scent. Her mother was staring at her daughter’s reflection in the bathroom mirror with confused green eyes.

Shaking her head, Olivia waved away the thoughts running through her mind. She closed her eyes tightly. “You don’t know what you’re saying,” she whispered.

“Yes, I do, Momma,” Alexis replied softly.

“You’re just a kid! What do you know about being in love? How can you know that this is — that I am what you want…?”

“Who are you trying to convince? Me or yourself?” Alexis asked, quiet but defiant. Her mother had told her to fight for who she loved. She knew that her mom hadn’t realized that she was the lucky lady… but her advice was still sound.

“Y-you really mean that… that you are in love with me?” Olivia said softly. “That you want to — want to… be with me?”

“Yes, Momma,” Alexis quietly replied. “I’ve wanted you for a long time.”

“This is crazy,” Olivia whispered. “I don’t know what… what to say. We aren’t supposed to think this way.” A single tear rolled slowly down her cheek. “I — I’m not supposed to want this.”

Alexis smiled at her mother as though she had already won. She walked to Olivia with a purposefully seductive stride. Wrapping her arms around Olivia’s curvy waist, she lightly kissed her mother’s exposed shoulders. Her nipples brushed against her mom’s warm skin as she pressed herself against Olivia’s back.

“Do you love me…?” she asked softly against her mother’s silky skin, then smiled, knowing the answer already.

Olivia rested her hands along the soft arms gently embracing her. She leaned back, her daughter’s hair touching her face. “You know that I do,” she replied, her voice trembling.

Feeling brave, Alexis curled her fingertips around the straps to her mother’s dress. She slipped the dress down Olivia’s body until it puddled to the floor at their feet. She kissed over the smooth skin of her mother’s shoulders, then moved upward to the woman’s neck, where she knew that Olivia would be most sensitive. Her lips brushed teasingly at her mother’s skin before she brought her mouth to Olivia’s ear and whispered,  “Say that you love me.”

“I… I love you, Alexis,” Olivia managed to say, barely above a whisper.

Reaching around to caress her mother’s breasts, Alexis cupped them in her hands for a long, pleasurable moment, then teased her nipples between finger and thumb. “Tell me that you are mine.”

“Baby, I’m your moth–” Olivia inhaled sharply as her daughter pinched roughly at her nipples. She bit her bottom lip. “I… I’m yours, my love.”

“Forever?” Alexis asked, nuzzling her mother’s neck.

Turning around inside their embrace, Olivia cupped her daughter’s face and gazed deep into those blue eyes, astonished at the hunger she saw there. “Yes, Lexie. Always…” She paused. “But there are some things that you and I need to discuss first. I mean–“

Alexis put an end to her mom’s words by covering Olivia’s mouth with her own, kissing her passionately. She nearly swooned as she tasted her mother’s lips for the first time. The sweetness of Olivia’s mouth was intoxicating.

Her mother’s response was hesitant at first, but Olivia’s long-suppressed desire for her daughter was very real and could not be denied. Soon she was eagerly returning those hungry kisses, her tongue tangling with that of Alexis in a sweet dance of passion. Olivia’s arms entwined her daughter’s bare back and drew her closer, into a fiercely possessive embrace.

Alexis was glowing with pleasure as she and her beautiful mother kissed as lovers for the first time. She couldn’t believe it — her wildest fantasy was coming true. Feeling bolder than ever, she broke the kiss and knelt before Olivia, gazing up into her mother’s face, her eyes shining with love.

Hooking her thumbs in her mother’s lacy black panties, she lowered them over shapely hips and long legs. She leaned in close, kissing her mom’s soft thighs. Alexis let her fingers trace over the fine diamond of dark blonde hair at the apex of her mother’s legs. She savored the soft moan that her touch inspired, her body tingling with anticipation.

Alexis inched forward, her lips parted, tasting the very air, so sweetened by her mother’s excitement.

Olivia’s body was trembling as Alexis buried her nose in her mother’s soft pubes, gently kissing her cunt. The older woman moaned as her daughter’s tongue emerged to tantalizingly lick at her moistened labia.

Alexis was gentle at first, sampling the musky flavor of her mother. But her lust would not be denied… and the young girl’s face was soon burrowed between Olivia’s thighs, eagerly feasting on her mom’s dripping pussy. Then she felt her mother’s hand upon her shoulders, holding her back.

She gazed up at her mother, her blue eyes revealing an intense desire and a sudden, helpless fear that perhaps that desire was not returned. “Momma, please,” she said softly, her lip quivering.

Olivia caressed her daughter’s cheek with only the softest of touches. “Not here, my sweet.” She bent down to taste her new lover’s kiss again. “Let’s go into the bedroom.”

The relieved sigh that left her child did not go unnoticed. Olivia took Alexis by the hand, guiding her to her bed. She slowly finished undressing the young girl, kissing every bit of skin released from its mask of clothing.

When at last her daughter stood before her naked, she allowed her eyes to feast upon the young girl’s perfect body. “My God, you are beautiful,” she breathed, causing Alexis to blush hotly.

Olivia eased her daughter onto her back, marveling at the love shining in her child’s eyes. She gazed lovingly at Alexis’ ecstatic face as her hands continued to explore her lover’s body. She studied her beautiful sex, which was shaven smooth.

“When did you do this?” Olivia asked, smiling curiously.

Alexis smiled while raising herself up on her elbows. “You don’t know everything about me, Momma.”

“I guess not… but I intend to learn.” Olivia leaned forward to kiss her daughter, taking time to savor the softness of her mouth. Her tongue teasing over the girl’s eager lips.

Alexis wrapped her arms around her mother’s back and pulled the older woman’s body on top of hers. The feel of this woman, her mother — the warmth of her, the smell, the weight of her — was more wonderful than she had even dreamed. Reacting on instinct, she spread her thighs wide and pulled her knees toward her chest, causing her hot, wet pussy to rub against her mother’s tummy.

Olivia moaned and brought her mouth to her daughter’s in another hungry kiss. Her tongue slowly licked around her child’s eager mouth, then trailed its way to Alexis’ ear. “I adore you, my beautiful, sexy daughter,” Olivia whispered. “I’m going to make love to every inch of your body.”

Nuzzling her way down Alexis’ neck, then over the soft skin of the young girl’s body, Olivia stopped — first at her left breast, then her right. Olivia’s lips brushed over each nipple tenderly, then her tongue emerged to lick. Then she took her daughter’s nipple into her mouth and suckled lovingly, moving languidly from one breast to the other, granting each one the love and attention that her daughter craved.

Continuing her way downward, Olivia moved between her daughter’s thighs. Her nails lightly raked over the moistened lips of her daughter’s pussy. She smiled softly at the sight of Alexis squirming under her touch.

“Momma, please…” Alexis uttered, in a voice that made her desire clearly known.

Olivia smiled and inched forward. Her tongue flicked lightly at her daughter’s swollen clit, causing Alexis to gasp. “You like me teasing you like this,” Olivia purred. “Don’t you?”

Alexis might have liked to say, “Yes.” She might have wanted to make a verbal response of some kind, to express just how much she loved her mother’s touch — but all cognizant thought was swallowed by the moan that left her lips at the feel of Momma kissing slowly over her inner places. She clutched tightly at the sheets of the bed, feeling as though she might cry from the sheer happiness of this moment. Just as she thought she might surrender to tears, her left hand was captured by the warm and loving touch of her mother. Soon, her fingers were laced together with Olivia’s as her mom continued to pleasure her girl with her mouth.

Olivia parted the young girl’s pussy lips, silky in their moistened excitement. She let her tongue lightly caress the sweet pink folds of her daughter’s most intimate places. When her child opened her hips to grant her more access, she delved deeper into her sweet recesses. She listened to the sound of her lover’s breathing growing harder and faster as her tongue slid up to swirl around her swollen clit. Olivia nursed at her daughter’s button of sensitivity for a leisurely moment before running her fingers along Alexis’ opening to coat them in moisture.

The sensation of her mother nursing at her clit while caressing her pussy sent pleasure coursing through the young sixteen-year-old like nothing she had ever known.

Alexis whispered “Oh… Momma,” as she felt her mother enter her for the first time. She clung to her lover’s reassuring hand, feeling Olivia hasten the pace of the lovemaking, tongue flicking her clitoris, the two fingers that her mother had deep within her matching the labored pace of her breathing.

“Momma, I’m close…” Alexis moaned.

Olivia responded… and the fingers inside Alexis pushed deeper, sending the girl to new heights of pleasure, as her body suddenly tensed with the onset of her climax. She cried out to her mother, her heart swelling with love and utter devotion even as she bucked and rocked in ecstasy. Olivia’s mouth closed on her daughter’s flower, not wanting to waste a drop of the sweet nectar.

Olivia continued to pleasure Alexis, gradually slowing her pace to ease the girl down gently. She waited for the velvety inner muscles contracting around her fingers to relax her before she eased them out of her daughter’s body.

She kissed Alexis’ vagina tenderly, then rested her head against her daughter’s thigh, still wet with the girl’s juices. Her manicured nails then traced along the epicenter of her child’s cunt, caressing Alexis lovingly. A tear rolled down her cheek as she breathed, “I’ve dreamed about this for so long…”

Alexis placed her hands on her mother’s head, stroking her hair. “Again,” she said.

A soft chuckle left Olivia’s lips. “Perhaps you should rest a bit, my love.” She rose up to lie beside her daughter on the bed. Lying down on her side, she faced her child, her new lover. The kiss that welcomed her warmed her heart.

“No,” Alexis whispered, shaking her head. “Say it again.”

Olivia wrapped her arms around Alexis, pulling her close. She felt her daughter’s thigh part hers in order to weave their legs together. “I have dreamed of showing you just how much I wanted you for so long, Lexie. Making love to you has been my fantasy for years,” she murmured. “I have never loved anyone the way that I do you, my darling daughter. You are my entire world.”

Alexis nuzzled her mother’s neck, trailing soft kisses along Olivia’s sweet-smelling skin. Her lips traveled lower, making her mother gasp in pleasure. Her mouth stopped just above a waiting nipple. The warm breath curling around Olivia’s breast was an ecstatic torture. Olivia could feel her daughter’s smile against her skin. “Now who’s being a tease?” she moaned.

A feeling of fiery warmth enveloped her nipple as it was taken lovingly into Alexis’ mouth. Olivia cupped her child’s head, pulling her young lover forward, encouraging her. “Oh, Alexis,” Olivia whimpered, “you do that so well.”

Her daughter’s thigh pressed between her own, causing her to sigh in deepest pleasure. Alexis’ body had long been a source of intense arousal for Olivia, and now her forbidden desire was being realized as she bit her lip, savoring the heavenly sensation of her pussy sliding against her daughter’s leg. She rocked her hips in time with her daughter while Alexis’ mouth moved to her other breast.

Alexis guided a hand around to caress her mother’s flawless ass as she continued to brush Olivia’s burning cunt with her thigh. Meanwhile, her other hand stole between her mom’s legs to play with her clit.

Their soft, sensuous kissing continued, much to Olivia’s delight. She felt breathless and was swooning like a schoolgirl. The sensation of Lexie’s fingers teasing at her clit nearly sent her over the edge, but she resisted the urge to give in so quickly. “Oh, God, baby, that feels so good!”

Heart throbbing with excitement, Alexis slowly kissed her way down her mother’s body. Her tongue swirled in enticing circles around her mom’s belly button. From this vantage, she became aware of the bewitching scent growing stronger as she moved steadily lower. “Oh, Momma,” she sighed, “you smell heavenly.”

Just as she was about to make love to her mother with her mouth, Alexis felt her breast brush against her mother’s clit. She noticed her mother’s moaned reaction and decided to explore this sweet game further. Shifting her weight a bit, she ground a nipple into her mother’s wetness.

“Oh, Lexie, w-what are you doing to me?” Olivia gasped aloud. She felt her body react so strongly to her daughter’s every touch. She could not remember her senses being so stimulated by any of her past lovers. Then again, she told herself, she had never craved anyone as much as she had Alexis. Making love to her precious daughter was an entirely new kind of pleasure, and her body knew it.

Alexis continued to caress Olivia’s glistening pussy with her breast, anointing herself in the essence of her mother. The hips thrusting against her in a slightly faster and more desperate pace told her how close her new lover was.

Olivia parted her thighs wider, opening herself for her daughter. Panting, she angled her hips forward, expecting to feel the softness of her daughter’s silky breast against her cunt once more… but instead felt her clit taken into a warm mouth while two fingers eased into her cunt.  “Oh, GOD!” she cried.

Savoring the taste of her lover, Alexis suckled greedily at her Olivia’s clit. She plunged her fingers in and out of her mother, feeling Olivia open herself to take her daughter further inside. Her mother’s fingers, tangled in her hair, suddenly gripped her frantically, accompanied by a soulful cry which escaped from the older woman’s lips at the moment of orgasm.

Alexis drank deep of her mother’s passion, savoring her sweetness as wave after wave of pleasure battered Olivia helplessly. She continued to suck at her mother’s dripping pussy until Olivia finally collapsed against the pillows… then lightly kissed and caressed her, letting her mother down just as gently as Olivia had done to her.

Looking up at her mother, now resting contentedly, Alexis crawled up to lie with her, twining her arms lovingly around the older woman. She pressed herself close to Olivia, loving the feel of her mother’s back against her breasts. Her lips caressed a smooth shoulder. Lightly, she brushed her mother’s hair away from a soft ear.

“Momma,” she whispered. “Are you asleep?”

Olivia smiled a dreamy smile. “Almost.”

“I just wanted to tell you that…” Her voice trailed away.

The sudden end to her daughter’s words caused Olivia to turn inside their embrace. She stared at her new lover with concerned green eyes. “What, baby?”

A warm hand touching her cheek made Alexis smile. She kissed her mother’s palm, holding the hand and moving it to rest over her heart. “Just being with you, Momma–“

“I know,” Olivia breathed. She kissed her daughter in a way that sent delicious tinglings of new arousal coursing through them both. “It’s everything.”

The End

Emily

  • Posted on May 1, 2019 at 2:08 pm

by Amanda

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in September 2005}

I was ten the first time I ever had sex with a woman. I’ve been with one man since that and it was enough for me to know that I am definitely gay. Her name was Emily. She was a seventeen year old goddess, the prettiest girl in school. I lived in a small town back then, one where everyone knew everyone, and who everyone was sleeping with. Well, Em didn’t want to be labeled a slut, so she had found a different way to satiate her desires.

I worshiped her. She and my sister were both cheerleaders. I would watch them practice for hours, bringing them sodas or fetching towels. I was really doing it for Em, but Maddy, my sister, was there so I had to play nice for her too or she’d run me off.

To this day I suspect that Maddy and Emily had some kind of sexual history, but it had to have ended when my sister started sleeping with her boyfriend. I think this is what had Em back on the prowl.

I was a dead ringer for my sister, only in a younger package. She and I both had my mother’s looks, her dark hair and blue eyes. Maddy had lovely 34 C breasts and I had just started to show the slightest puffiness around my nipples. Maybe that’s why Em liked me. She did like me, she talked to me like I was her age, and she hugged me a lot. She had started babysitting me sometimes when she was thirteen, and we were close.

Maddy was taking a shower after one of their practice sessions and I was sitting outside, listening to Em talk. I can’t remember what she was saying, only that I loved her soft voice and southern drawl. I loved to look at her. I didn’t understand my fascination with her and her beauty back then, but I know now I had a massive crush on this girl.

I noticed, as I sat fawning over her, that Em had become quiet. She was sitting in front of me smiling. “Do you like any boys in your school?” she asked me.

I just shook my head, too mesmerized by her to speak. She reached out and poked my belly and I laughed, playfully pulling away from her.

“I’m going to Greg’s place, can you watch the munchkin till I get back?” Maddy asked, interrupting my moment with Emily. She was rubbing her hair with a towel as she stood wrapped in a robe and dripping in the doorway. She didn’t wait for an answer, just turned and went back in. She knew Em liked spending time with me and wouldn’t say no.

Maddy was gone in a few minutes, leaving me alone with the most fabulous woman on earth. My mother wouldn’t be home for hours — she worked evenings at a textile mill, and I knew Maddy would be at Greg’s until just a few minutes before Mom got back. It meant lots of time with Em, and that was never a bad thing.

Emily took a shower and got dressed while I sat watching television. She made us some frozen pizza for dinner and we sat watching television and eating.

“I should charge your sister for this, ya know?” Em said. I looked up at her.

“You don’t like staying with me?” I asked, a note of heartbreak in my voice.

“Of course I do, sweetie.” Em leaned down and hugged me. “But I make everyone pay for babysitting.”

It hurt me a little, knowing I was just a job, but I never thought in my wildest dreams that Emily liked me the way I liked her. Not that I fully understood those feelings anyhow.

We watched television for the rest of the night. About an hour before bedtime, I changed in to my pajamas and snuggled up on the couch next to Emily. We watched Remington Steele together and when it ended, I headed for bed.

I was most of the way up the stairs when Emily came hurrying up behind me and turned me, pushing my back against the wall. She put her hands on the wall on either side of my head and leaned in close, smiling. And those green eyes, they went right through me. I still have a thing for redheads because of her.

Emily didn’t say a word, just stood there smiling at me, making me nervous. I didn’t know what was going on, I couldn’t imagine why she would be doing this until she leaned in and pressed her mouth against mine.

My eyes opened wide but I could see she had closed hers. She parted her lips slightly and pinched my bottom lip between her own. I was in shock. The most beautiful woman in the world was here with me, kissing me. I didn’t know much at ten, I’d led a sheltered life, but I knew this was the kind of kiss only boyfriends and girlfriends gave each other.

It felt like forever, standing there with Emily’s flowery scent filling my nostrils and her warm, soft lips pressed against mine, before she broke away and stood back. She pressed her finger against my lips. “Don’t tell anyone I did that… okay, Cyn?” she whispered.

Don’t tell? I wanted to scream it from the rooftop. I was in heaven, dancing on clouds, swooning. But I knew enough to understand why I couldn’t say that an older girl like her had kissed me that way.

She walked me up to my room and tucked me in, stopping to kiss me once again on the lips. It was a shorter kiss, but just as heavenly.

If I’d known about masturbation then, I’d have had some way to relieve the aching desire I was feeling. My sex was hot and swollen and it felt a little wet. I didn’t understand what the kiss had done to me, but I liked the feeling. For all its frustration, I truly liked it.

The next time I saw Em was about a week later. I had begun to feel hurt that she hadn’t come around, especially after the beautiful kiss we had shared. I was walking home from school and she was getting off the bus from high school. She saw me and called out to me, then came running up, all smiles.

She was so sweet, she took my book bag and slung it over her shoulder. “Can I walk you home?” she asked.

What was I going to say? No? Of course not, my red-haired goddess was offering to join me — not come see Maddy, not just going the same way I was. Her house was actually in the opposite direction, and she was walking me home. I just blushed and smiled bashfully. She smiled back and took my hand walking me the two blocks to my house.

“Maddy went to the dentist today… she won’t be home ‘till later,” I told Emily as we walked into the house.

“I know sweetie, we have math together. But I wanted to see you.”

She came to see me! Me, not Maddy, not for practice, she came for me! Could anything be more wonderful?

Dutifully, like the good little girl I’d been taught to be, I went into the kitchen and poured a lemonade for both Em and myself. I brought them into the living room, handing the bigger of the two glasses to my lovely Emily. “It isn’t as sweet as normal,” I told her, sipping at mine.

Emily sipped her drink and set it aside. She patted her hand on the couch, inviting me to come sit with her. “I missed you this week,” she told me as I sat down next to her, feeling giddy from being so close.

I set my lemonade down and tried to look relaxed. I didn’t want to act like a little kid, I wanted her to like me. “How come you didn’t come by?” I asked her.

Emily just smiled that beautiful smile at me. She stroked my hair so softly, I could feel her touch all the way down my back. I leaned into her palm as she touched my face and closed my eyes.

I gasped when I felt her lips on mine. It surprised me but only for a moment and then I leaned into the kiss, letting my lips part as hers had. I was wearing a short skirt that day, and I hardly reacted when she began to touch my leg. Emily’s hand felt so soft and warm as she stroked my lower thigh. I could feel she was moving her hand higher, under the hem of my denim skirt. I was scared, I’ll admit it, I was very afraid — but it was Emily and I trusted her. She’d been watching me for about four years and I felt so at home, so safe with her.

Emily’s lips were gone from mine and I opened my eyes to that lovely smile. I swallowed hard and couldn’t keep my gaze from lowering to watch her hand disappearing under my skirt.

I startled when her thumb brushed across my clit and she paused, the smile never fading. “Is that okay, sweetie?” she asked me. Mom had told me that that was my special place and no one could touch it. She had said that I shouldn’t talk about it or touch it, because I had to be a good girl.

I was afraid, but it was Emily — how could she be doing anything wrong? Slowly I turned my head from side to side, wrapped in the moment and much too nervous to speak. “Does it feel good?” she asked as she pressed her thumb against my clit once more. I nodded my head slowly, eyes locked on her arm.

It did feel good. Every time she moved her thumb it sent waves of tingles through me. I’d never felt anything like it before. She was touching me in such a wonderful way. I could feel my breath quickening, and the room seemed to be getting hotter. “Won’t we get in trouble?” I finally managed to ask.

“No one has to know, sweetie. I won’t tell.” Emily sat back. She picked up her lemonade and sipped it, then set it back down. “If you want to stop, you should tell me,” she said quietly.

Want her to stop? For all the fear, the uncertainty, I was loving this. All this wonderful, naughty attention from my goddess, I had to be the luckiest girl in the world.

“But I’m a girl,” I told her. Like I said, a sheltered life. I didn’t understand my feelings for her, and knew nothing of lesbians or pedophiles.

“I like girls,” she said, almost blushing. “Especially pretty little blue-eyed girls like you.” She pressed her finger against my nose, tracing it down to my lips. She made a kissing smack with her lips and I giggled shyly.

Emily was incredibly gentle and kind. I remember teenage sex, it was rough, clumsy, selfish. Emily was none of these things with me. She made me feel like I was the only thing in the world to her. She was a wonderful girl.

Slowly Emily coaxed me up and led me to my bedroom where she eased me down on the bed. She straddled me, walking on her knees until she hovered over my hips, staring down at me. The smile, that constant smile, it never faded or faltered as she pulled her sweater up over her head and dropped it on to the bed next to me. Her scent wafted up to me when the sweater landed next to me and I drank in its scent. She smelled so soft and sweet.

I swallowed hard when she popped the buttons on her jeans. Em shifted on the bed until she could get her pants off and then there she was — fair skinned, light freckles, hovering over me in her white lace bra and panties. I know now, though I didn’t then, that she had planned this. She had worn the underwear for me, though I couldn’t fully appreciate it at that age.

With little bumps on my chest and no hips to speak of, I suddenly felt self conscious. Emily’s curves were so perfect, so beautiful, and me, I looked like a boy. Absently my hand went to her hip and I stroked her leg. She was so soft, it was like rubbing silk.

“It’s your turn,” she cooed as she began tugging at my shirt. I didn’t want to stop, but I was ashamed of my immature body. I resisted as she pulled my shirt off, but only a little and hardly enough for her to notice. Next came my skirt. She sat back and looked down at me, her eyes growing slightly larger.

I blushed and covered my breasts, tears rushing to my eyes. I was so embarrassed I didn’t know what to do. “I’m ugly.” I sobbed.

Immediately Emily fell on me and hugged me. “You’re anything but ugly, sweetheart,” She said, trying to comfort me. Finally she sat back and coaxed my hands away from my breasts. I was feeling better, she had a way of just making things okay.

“But I don’t have any boobs,” I whined, trying to cover my chest. “Maybe I’ll be pretty like Maddy when I grow up.”

“You’re beautiful now.”

“But I’m not…”

Emily pressed her finger over my lips. “Shhh…” she whispered. “I like you just like this.”

“And you d-don’t wish I was older?”

Emily shook her head and leaned down, kissing me. She then whispered in to my ear, “I think little girls are sexier.”

I didn’t understand what she meant. I wasn’t even sure what sexy really was. But it made me feel better all the same. I relaxed a little and let her win the battle for control of my hands.

Emily sat back up and reached between her breasts, unclasping her bra and letting it fall away. I’d never seen bare breasts before. Not Maddy’s, not my mother’s, no one. They were wonderful. Em’s breasts were beautiful round C cups with youthful pink nipples and a slight dusting of freckles. I wanted to touch them, but I was too afraid.

I didn’t have to wait or wonder. Emily took my hands in hers and guided them to her breasts, helping me massage them, touch them. She moved my thumbs over her nipples, and closed her eyes, sighing softly.

Slowly she moved my hands down her body, letting me feel every inch of her. Finally she reached her hips, and she pushed my thumbs under the elastic of her panties. She helped me pull the lovely lace panties down her legs and off.

Emily kept herself trimmed into a perfect orange red triangle of fine soft hair. I couldn’t tear my eyes from her sex. It was amazing. Her lips protruded slightly and I could just detect her musk in the air. She took my hand again and guided it towards her vulva. She pressed my finger against the hard knot hidden in her folds. I could feel her warmth and her wonderful wetness. It sent a charge through me.

“Do you feel that?” she asked. I nodded my head. “That’s called a clit. It’s where we girls feel something really special.”

I looked up at her, into those green eyes. I was trying to comprehend everything that was happening, trying to understand how I could be so lucky as to have her attention this way.

Emily’s hands on my body brought me back, and I closed my eyes. She was gently pinching my nipples and rubbing the soft flesh that would someday be my breasts. Slowly she moved her hands down my body until they were separated from my skin by the thin cotton of my panties. Em hooked her thumbs under my panties and slid them down my legs. Again I found myself feeling embarrassed by my immaturity, but her broadening smile reassured me.

The softness of Emily’s lips on my nipple sent waves of heat through me. She kissed my breasts, rubbed them, made love to them. I could feel the sweat on my forehead, and my breath was quickening so much that I felt a little dizzy.

Emily made her way down my belly, rubbing my sides, caressing me, loving me as she went. Finally she reached my sex and paused to look up at me. Our eyes met and I swallowed hard and tried to smile.

A shock raced through my belly when her tongue touched my clit. I gasped and clenched my fists. Emily suckled my clit, coaxing moans from my lips.

I don’t know which finger she used, but she didn’t break my hymen. The sensation of her finger sliding inside me, though, caused me to arch my back and gasp, almost squealing as I did. She lapped at my clit, suckled it, pinched it between her lips. I was writhing on the bed, my head thrashing from side to side.

My eyes flew open, but my vision dimmed as I felt my very first orgasm rip through my body. I shuddered, trembled, squealed. I felt my toes clench and my hands were tearing at the covers on the bed. “Em!” I squealed as she caused another wave of pleasure to race through me.

Finally spent, I relaxed into the bed and closed my eyes, breathing deeply, contentedly. My vagina was still spasming every so often. Each pulse carried a wave of pleasure with it causing me to drift just at the edge of sleep.

“That’s called a climax,” Em said as she slid up to lay next to me and kissed my ear. I opened my eyes and turned my head to look at her. I couldn’t yet speak. I was in shock. Nothing like that had ever happened before. I didn’t even know it could happen. She stroked my face, happy to let me lay there and recover from this brand new experience.

“Is that sex?” I finally managed to ask.

“Yes,” she answered simply.

That opened a door to a new world for me. Suddenly I doubted everything my mother had ever said about sex. It wasn’t dirty or bad, it was wonderful, soft, gentle. Emily had shown me something I could never have even dreamt of. Maybe my crush on her had been one of those normal little girl crushes on an older girl — but this, it had changed me. If I wasn’t gay before, I was now. She had ruined me for anything but females.

I was starting to gain coherence. Emily coaxed me up on to my knees and helped me straddle her. She guided my hands over her breasts. I pinched her nipples like she had done for me. I realized what she wanted from me and I wanted to do my best for her. I wanted to give her what she’d given me.

She moved my hands down to her belly, but I was feeling more confident and took over, rubbing, stroking, caressing her as I built up my courage to reach down and touch her sex.

My hands moved over her pubic hair and soft mound until at last they moved through her moist folds. Emily sighed, smiling up at me, encouraging me to continue. “Did you like what I did for you?” she asked me. I nodded my head, already able to see what she was getting at. I was nervous though, I wasn’t sure I could do it. “You remember when I showed you my clit?” Again I nodded my head. “When you lick that, and suck on it, it feels very good.”

Slowly, timidly I slid down until I was between her legs, staring at her sex. It was a beautiful sight. I traced its outline with my finger, fascinated by what I was seeing.

Finally, having built up the courage, I moved forward, stretching my tongue out. I pressed my tongue against her clit and moved it slightly. Again, she sighed. She began gently stroking my hair and whispering to me, but I couldn’t understand what she was saying.

The scent of her excitement, the taste of her honey, it excited me, sending new waves of desire through me. I loved her taste. No woman I’ve ever been with has tasted as sweet as she did. Maybe it was because she was my first, or because she truly was a goddess, but Emily was wonderful in every way, so much that even today I dream of her.

Feeling more confident I did as she had instructed before and sucked her clit into my mouth. I pressed my tongue against it, trying to remember what she had done for me. It was all a blur, though — and I wasn’t sure I was doing it right.

“Put your fingers in me,” I heard her say. I shifted on the bed and penetrated her. The feeling of her walls closing around my fingers triggered a new excitement. I felt the warmth in my lower regions again. I couldn’t believe how easily they slid in, how her body seemed to welcome me.

I moved my fingers in and out while I suckled her clit. Emily began rocking her hips with me, moaning more loudly. I relaxed a little as she ran her fingers through my hair. Even something so simple as that excited me.

“Oh!” she gasped. Emily drew me into her, trying to get me to put more pressure on her clit. “Suck harder!” she whispered hoarsely. I did, trying to do my best for her, trying to make her feel as wonderful as she had made me feel.

With a single cry she pulled me forward, arching her back. She moved her hips more slowly, pulling me in, begging silently for more. I was a little afraid, I couldn’t breathe, but didn’t want to stop. I felt her walls contracting around my fingers, and I made a single muffled sound, the vibrations of which sent shudders through her.

Finally she relaxed into the bed and quieted. I crawled up to lay next to her, staring at her in amazement. I had done it, I had given her that amazing feeling! I felt powerful, older.

Emily opened her eyes and rolled onto her side, smiling at me. “You’re really good at that,” she said to me. I blushed and averted my eyes. She leaned in and kissed me softly.

“Can I be your girlfriend? I promise I won’t tell,” I assured her, knowing already that what we had done must be a secret at all costs.

“I dunno, sweetie, are you sure you’d like that?”

“I want to be your girlfriend, and you can be mine,” I begged.

Emily turned me on my back and pulled me against her naked body. She kissed my neck and shoulders. I loved the way it felt to be held in her arms that way. “Okay sweetie, we’ll be girlfriends.”

I wanted to jump up and dance and sing and run around but I didn’t move. Having her hold me like that, it was too wonderful to run from, now so more than before since she was really mine, she was my girlfriend. “Can we hold hands when we watch TV?” I asked her.

Emily rolled up and kissed my cheek. She tickled my side playfully and squeezed me. “As much as you want, sweetheart.”

I can’t even begin to tell you what Em meant to my life. She was the most memorable lover, the most precious memory I have. She made my childhood a time of wonder and beauty, and I will be eternally grateful to her.

Ripples, Chapter 13

  • Posted on April 29, 2019 at 2:25 pm

by Sapphmore and JetBoy

Monday morning, back to work, back to school, everything back to the same old routine.

Only it wasn’t, not by a long shot.

When Jessica opened her eyes, memories of the previous night came flooding back to her. She turned to the side, expecting to see Alice there, but that side of the bed was vacant. She must have gone back to her room during the night, she thought.

Unlike the morning after the first time she’d made love to her twelve-year-old, there was no guilt or moralising — well, not very much — and no regret. Today, she mostly felt acceptance and fulfilment, perhaps a teensy weensy bit of disappointment that her beautiful, persuasive daughter wasn’t still lying beside her, warm, naked and waiting to be kissed.

Turning back to her bedside cabinet, Jess squinted at the glowing red numbers on the radio alarm clock. It was still early, so she decided to shower before making sure the girls were up. Pushing the blankets to one side, she swung her feet to the floor, then stretched languidly. Seize the day, kid, she told herself.

As Jess rinsed off in the hot shower, dismissing an urge to masturbate, she mused on how completely her life had changed in the last month. Turning off the water, she moved to the end of the double size cubicle, plucking the soft Turkish towel from its hook, then gently dried her body.

Jess studied her steam-obscured image in the mirror, recalling that first momentous morning where she had asked herself: Where is my life going? Now, at least, she had some answers, and for the first time in a long while, knew what she wanted, for herself and the girls.

She thought of the years she’d wasted: first, resenting Mark for leaving her, then wondering when and if she would ever find a replacement for her fickle ex. Longing for a man; not just someone to share her life and give her the security and love she needed — no, deserved — and on whom she could bestow her own love, but someone for the girls to look up to as a male role model. It had taken Jess until now to finally realise that she was chasing the wrong dream. Her daughters didn’t need a father figure to lead happy and successful lives, and I sure as hell don’t need a man to make me feel complete.

She wasn’t sure where her relationship with Rachel was headed, only that she wanted more than just friendship. Will she become my lover, partner… wife, even?

Then there was Alice. Whatever the future held, she knew this ‘special relationship’ she had with her eldest daughter would continue, at least until the girl found her own path. For Jessica, that path had been well and truly trodden, and she knew that she wanted to stay on it, at least for now.

But she wanted more than just sex. She craved a relationship, a grown-up relationship… with a woman. And if that woman also has a penchant for sex with young girls, especially her daughters, so much the better.

As for sweet distractions such as Sally — and perhaps others to come, Jess told herself — well, didn’t she deserve a little fun to make up for lost time? She was certain that Rachel felt the same way. Nevertheless, she resolved to get together with her friend as soon as possible to address that very subject: should they become real lovers, or keep things casual?

Jess wasn’t sure how her sexual relationship with her daughter Alice would affect what she had with Rachel, but couldn’t imagine it being a stumbling block. After all, Rachel herself had made it clear that she intended to entice her own daughter Bella into bed — and that she was willing to include her younger girl Cindy, who was only ten, in the fun and games.

She pondered the likelihood of her friend making such a daring move. Could she really have sex with her ten-year-old daughter, or was she just trying to shock me?

Given everything that had happened over the last few weeks, Jess was inclined to believe that Rachel did intend to seduce Cindy. Hell, who am I kidding? She’s the one who loaned me that lesbian DVD, the one that got me lusting after Alice in the first place. If I know her, she’s already made love to Bella, and she’ll probably have gone down on Cindy before the week is out.

That thought suddenly posed a question in her own mind, a question she’d never allowed herself to take seriously, but had been quietly nagging at her for at least a week: Is there a possibility that Katie might be open to exploring the same pleasures that Alice and I have? Even when Rachel had jokingly suggested they “educate” their daughters together, Jessica had only been thinking of Alice.

Only now that the idea had been planted, Jess found it had taken root.

What if Katie caught me and Alice naked and in bed again, only this time while we were making love? How would I explain that away… and would I even want to?

Jess remembered how brazen she had been when Katie walked in on her and Alice that first time. Recalling how she’d flaunted her nudity just to test Katie’s reaction, she realised how easy it would have been to take that next step, to persuade her nine-year-old to undress and join them beneath the sheets.

And what about Poppy? …Oh my God, I can’t be thinking about this!

Nonetheless, those thoughts persisted. Jess had been paying more attention than usual to her daughters’ beauty of late — partially because of the sex she and Alice had enjoyed, but also because the girls had become much more, well, casual about what they wore around the house.

Just last Saturday, Jess had noticed that Katie, who’d been ridiculously self-conscious about her body for at least a year — never allowing herself to be seen in anything more revealing than her bathrobe — was now lounging about in a t-shirt and knickers. Hopeful that the nine-year-old was getting over her bashfulness, Jess had decided not to comment on Katie’s attire and risk making the girl self-conscious all over again. She’s got no reason to be shy, not with a cute little body like that, Jess mused — but that thought made her uncomfortable, and she forced her mind elsewhere.

As for Alice, she’d definitely been dressing in a more provocative fashion since the first time she and her mum had made love, spending most of her time indoors in her underwear. She favored her tiniest panties and a thin, tummy-revealing top through which her nipples could easily be seen. Probably trying to get me all hot and bothered, Jess thought. Can’t say it didn’t work.

Then there was Poppy, whose nightwear had suddenly gone from pajamas to panties… which, of late, was usually all she wore to the breakfast table. At least I didn’t look at my half-naked seven-year-old and think of sex, Jess told herself, then sighed. But I probably will this morning.

Don’t go there! she admonished herself. Still naked, Jess seated herself on the bed, rubbing her closed eyes and struggling with these forbidden thoughts.

As on that first fateful morning, her reverie was interrupted by the sound of one of her girls calling out.

Slipping on a big fluffy robe, Jess went to see what the noise was about. The hallway was empty, but she followed the sound to Katie’s room, where she saw Poppy standing outside the door of the adjoining bathroom that Katie shared with Alice.

Sure enough, her youngest was only wearing knickers. Jess forced herself to focus on Poppy’s face, rather than her body. “Sweetie, what’s all the noise about?”

The seven-year-old frowned at her mother. “I can’t find my hairbrush, Mum. I wanted to see if Katie’s got it, but the door is locked.”

“Go and finish getting ready. I’ll find it for you,” Jess said. In spite of herself, she couldn’t suppress the impulse to steal a glance at her little girl’s bottom as she exited the room. A sudden desire to see it bare made her shiver, and she clenched her jaw. No, God damn it.

With a grimace, she tried the door. Sure enough, it was locked. She gave it a sharp rap. “Katie, what are you doing in there? Poppy was out here, calling for you.”

Katie’s voice issued from the other side. “Oh, sorry Mum. I was in the shower and didn’t hear. What’s up?”

“She wants to know if you have her hairbrush.”

Jess thought she heard giggling, but then Katie responded, “I’m not sure… maybe? Tell her I’ll look for it.”

Something seemed odd, but Jess wasn’t sure what. At a loss, she simply said, “Well, hurry up and finish.”

She left the room and, as she passed Alice’s closed door, knocked. Getting no response, she opened it slowly, wondering if Alice was still in bed. She peered into the room, but saw no sign of her eldest daughter. Figuring that Alice was already downstairs, Jessica turned to go — then paused when she heard whispered  voices coming from the bathroom. She tiptoed over to the door and tried the handle, but it, too, was locked.

What’s going on? Is Alice in there, too? Jess struggled with her curiosity, feeling a strong impulse to place an ear against the door and eavesdrop. Finally, though, she made herself turn away. I’ve never spied on the girls, and I won’t start now.

But… should I knock, at least? she wondered.

*****

Minutes earlier, Alice had entered the bathroom when she heard Katie turn on the shower. Casting the extra-large t-shirt she was wearing aside, the nude preteen quietly approached the shower cubicle, opened the door and stepped inside. “Got room for one more?” she said with a grin.

“Omigod!” squealed a startled Katie, her eyes huge — then the younger girl’s expression shifted into a  scowl. “Dammit, Alice, you scared the stuffing out of me!”

“Sorry, sis,” the older girl replied with a giggle. “I just wanted to wash your back.”

Irritated though Katie was, the offer was an inviting one. For one thing, she liked the idea of hanging out with her big sister while they were both naked. She’d been thinking a lot about the stuff Alice had shown her the day before — that film clip of the two girls doing sex, then the lesson she got from her sister about touching between the legs to make yourself feel good.

Katie had made herself come three times since then, though she had to force herself to look at a photo of a boy band singer she liked while she did it, trying not to think about those lesbian girls in the film clip.

Now here was Alice, offering to help her get clean. It was weird, yeah, but too tempting to refuse.

“Okay, okay,” Katie sighed, as if getting her back washed was a tedious everyday experience. But her pulse was throbbing with excitement.

“I’ll take that,” said Alice, plucking the bath mitt from her sister’s right hand and slipping it over her own. It was already lathered up, but she added a dollop from the blue soap bottle anyhow. “Okay, turn around.”

Katie meekly obeyed, and Alice began to wash her younger sister. She started with long strokes up and down the girl’s back to soap her up, then worked on Katie’s upper half with the mitt. All the while, she drank in the view of her sibling’s bare body, especially that cute bottom of hers.

She wanted to use both hands — so after a moment’s hesitation, Alice brought her uncovered left into play, tenderly caressing the slippery softness of Katie’s skin.

“You’ve got a great body, sis,” Alice murmured, massaging the girl’s shoulders. “Mark my words, you’re gonna be a right stunner in a couple of years. But you look good now, too.”

Katie looked back, studying her big sister’s face. “Are you sure you’re not just saying that, y’know, just to — to be nice?”

“Just you wait,” Alice said, letting both hands glide down Katie’s sides to her hips. “The boys will be falling over themselves to ask you out.”

Katie didn’t reply right away, then she said, “Well, maybe I won’t want to be with a boy. Could be I’ll like girls, same as you.”

“Okay, then the girls will be doing the asking. Bet they won’t be able to keep their hands off you!”

“Well, you’ve got your hands on me now,” Katie giggled.

Alice was taken aback. Wait, wait — did little sister just flirt with me? The notion made her decide to be a bit bold. “Yeah… guess I do.” Soaping the small of Katie’s back, she allowed her hands to slip down further, cupping her sister’s bum.

Katie tensed slightly, but didn’t react otherwise. So Alice began to gently knead the taut globes, loving how perfectly they fit in her grasp.

The temptation was there to give into her craziest impulse, to let a couple of fingers wander between Katie’s thighs and stroke her smooth slit. Bet she’s wet down there, Alice told herself, and not just from the shower.

Alice knew this wasn’t the right time to make her big move, though. Katie was still grappling with shyness, and it wouldn’t do to come on too strong, not this early in the game.

Then she got a very exciting idea…

“Okay, your back looks pretty clean,” Alice said, then offered the bath mitt to Katie. “Wanna wash me?”

Hesitantly accepting the soapy glove, Katie stuck her hand into it, then looked at her big sister. “Well… turn around, then!” she said.

Alice just smiled. “Why don’t you do my front? I need to be clean there, too.”

Katie’s eyes widened. She parted her lips to speak, but nothing came out.

“It’s okay,” said Alice. Reaching out for her sister’s gloved hand, she pressed it to her right breast.

Swallowing hard, Katie slowly began to soap Alice’s chest, trying to seem relaxed and casual about it.

“Hey, this is just like that movie we saw!” Alice said. “You know, the one where Cleopatra gets bathed in milk by her slaves?” Assuming a regal air, she added, “Wash my tits, serving wench!” and laughed.

Katie giggled nervously, then fell silent as she continued with her task, fascinated in spite of herself by the nicely formed breasts of her big sister. They sure do feel nice, she thought.

Alice was thrilled by Katie’s touch. Her eyes drifted shut as she pretended that the nine-year-old was really making love to her. Then, as Katie’s soapy-gloved hand moved down to stroke her belly, Alice felt a reckless impulse that was too powerful to refuse. Grasping her sister’s wrist, she began to guide it between her legs.

Staring in disbelief at her big sister, Katie whispered, “What — what are you doing, Ali?”

“Wash me there,” Alice pleaded. “It feels so good…”

Instead, Katie snatched her hand back. “We better get out now. Mum might come in!” Turning away from her big sister, she ducked under the shower head to quickly rinse the soap from her body, then hastened out of the cubicle without a backward glance.

“Yeah, I guess,” Alice sighed, then stepped under the flowing water to rinse off. Idiot, she chided herself. You pushed her too far, too soon.

She’d no sooner finished and turned off the water when their mum called out. Alice tried to keep quiet, but failed to suppress a giggle when Katie answered. Stepping out of the shower, she grabbed a towel and hastily dried herself.

She was just about to escape into her room when Mum called again — this time, from her side. “Alice? Are you in there, too?”

After a brief moment, Alice answered, “Um, yeah, Mum. I couldn’t wait, so I asked Katie if I could come in to, er, use the toilet while she was in the shower.”

“Well, stop playing around and get ready, both of you.”

Alice waited a full sixty seconds before cautiously opening the door and peering into her room. Making sure that Mum had left, she turned back to Katie. “She’s gone — we better get dressed.” Touching her sister’s arm, she said, “Sorry about that, Kitty-Kat,” giving the girl a sheepish smile.

“Oh.. it’s okay,” Katie replied, her cheeks flushed. “Sorry that I — I got weird.” Opening the door to her room, the younger girl left without another word.

Entering her own room, Alice padded naked over to the dresser with a towel in hand, taking out clean underwear before she finished drying herself.

As she took her school uniform out of the wardrobe, Alice weighed the situation, finally deciding that her blunder hadn’t necessarily spoiled her scheme to get Katie into bed. She’s gotten a lot more comfortable about being naked around me… and she totally wanted to touch my pussy, even if she didn’t actually do it.

Alice resolved to stay the course and continue with her plan. I’ll just keep flirting with Katie, but give her time to think about what she wants. If I let her make the next move, she won’t be as likely to back out. Slipping into fresh knickers, she reached for her skirt. Maybe if I let Katie catch me playing with myself…?

Then an interesting thought occurred to her. What if it was Poppy who caught me touching my pussy? Bet I could get that little minx to strip off and join me, right then and there!

Alice could feel her knickers grow slightly damp at the idea of playing sexy games with both her younger sisters. At the same time, even! Then… what if I got all of us into bed with Mum?

Glancing at the clock while buttoning her blouse, Alice grimaced. She longed to masturbate, but there wasn’t anything close to enough time. Maybe I can rub out a quick one in the loo after gym. She stepped into her shoes, then snatched up a brush and began to work on her hair.

*****

Over in her bedroom, Katie was glumly dressing for school, scolding herself all the while. Why didn’t you do what Alice wanted? Just the other day, you put your finger inside her! Now she thinks you’re a great big fraidy-cat!

She sighed, her shoulders slumped. Alice probably won’t wanna teach me anything else, not now…

At the same time, Katie was puzzled about feeling this way. Why did it matter so much, anyhow, getting sex lessons from her gay sister? Why had it felt so good when Alice soaped up her bum in the shower? Why did she keep thinking about that film clip Alice had shown her, the one with the two naked girls doing dirty things with each other? She’d managed to resist the temptation to look for more stuff like that on her own computer, but those girls seemed to elbow their way into Katie’s head whenever she touched herself.

And now she was noticing cute girls at school, too. Really noticing them.

It doesn’t mean I’m gay, she told herself. The notion didn’t scare her like before, but she still found it unsettling. She’d toyed with the idea of searching the internet for a porn clip, one featuring a girl having sex with a boy… but hadn’t worked up the nerve. What if it grosses me out?

She stared at her reflection in the mirror. I’m so mixed up! Maybe I should talk to Alice about this. But after how I just acted in the shower, what if she tells me she can’t help me, cause I’m just a kid?

Katie nibbled at her lower lip — wanting to cry, knowing there wasn’t time to.

*****

Jessica was busy making breakfast when Alice danced down the stairs and entered the kitchen, dressed in her school uniform. Jess turned, her heart skipping a beat at the sight of her beautiful, sexy daughter. Alice’s crisp white blouse and lacy bra barely hid the outline of her ripening breasts, and her pleated skirt had been pulled up and turned over at the waist — shortening it to show off her legs, the way all the girls did.

Jess pictured herself kneeling before Alice and running her tongue up the girl’s soft, pale thigh, then shook her head to clear it. Not now, for fuck’s sake!

She gave her daughter a shy smile. “Hi, sweetheart. Didn’t hear you get up this morning.”

“Hi, Mum,” Alice said. “Well, I woke up early… then I figured I should go back to my room, just in case Katie came in and caught us again, y’know?”

“You were right, of course. I should’ve thought of that myself.” Jessica studied her child carefully. “So, Alice… are you still okay, with — with all of this? I mean, after last night?”

Moving closer, Alice reached out for her mother. “Oh, Mum, it was wonderful.”

Jess opened her arms, drawing her daughter into a loving embrace. She bent to plant a kiss on the girl’s forehead, but Alice lifted her head to catch the kiss on her mouth. Jessica gasped in surprise — and Alice quickly responded, her tongue darting between the older woman’s parted lips. Helpless to resist her daughter’s fierce ardor, Jess met and matched Alice’s passion, her own tongue joining in the lustful fray.

As they kissed, Jessica’s robe fell open to expose her nakedness. Alice slid both hands inside the robe to cup her mum’s breasts, then bent to plant a kiss on each nipple.

Jessica moaned, nearly swooning with mingled joy and pleasure. Hastily righting herself, she gave her daughter a reproachful look. “Alice! Be careful, for God’s sake! Your sisters might see.”

“Sorry, Mum, I forgot.” Alice responded with a shrug, actually wishing that Katie and Poppy could see her like this, making love to their mother.

They broke apart at the sound of Alice’s siblings, two sets of feet descending the stairs.

Jess hurriedly pulled her robe shut, greeting the younger girls before turning back to preparing breakfast. Her heart was racing, but she managed to appear calm and genial.

*****

A little later, Jessica got dressed, ran a brush through her hair and drove the two younger girls to school, dropping Alice at the bus stop to her school along the way. Home again, she’d just closed the front door and tossed her keys on the kitchen counter when the phone rang.

It was Rachel. “Morning, Jess… are you off to work?”

“Hi, Rach, not yet. I’m going in a little later, why?”

“Can I pop over for a bit? I need to talk to you about something.”

Jess laughed. “That’s funny; I was going to ask you the same. Sure, come on by when you’re ready.”

“Okay, see you in a minute.”

As she replaced the receiver in its cradle, Jess wondered whether Rachel wanted to discuss the same thing she did… a possible future together as lovers.

Jess filled the silver espresso pot with strong Italian coffee and switched on the hob. After a couple of minutes, the pot hissed and dark brew bubbled from the stem, filling the kitchen with its heady aroma. As she took down two small cups and matching saucers, the doorbell rang.

Jess opened the door to the ravishing brunette. “Perfect timing, I’ve just made us some coffee.”

“Smells lovely,” said Rachel, breezing in through the door to embrace her friend. They held each other for a moment, then slowly drifted apart, exchanging shy smiles. “I’ll pour,” Rachel murmured.

By the time Jess had closed the door and followed her neighbour into the large kitchen, Rachel had already filled their cups and was perched on a stool, sipping her coffee.

Jess got the feeling from Rachel’s unusually quiet demeanour that she had something momentous to say. She leaned back against the counter and picked up her own cup, raising it to her lips. “So, what is it that’s so important?” Jess was a little nervous, wondering if perhaps Rachel was going to say that their night of lovemaking had been a mistake.

Rachel didn’t answer straight away, just continued to drink her coffee, draining the cup down to the dregs before setting it on the saucer. Meeting her friend’s gaze, she said, “You know me, Jess. I’m not shy in the least, not when it comes to talking about sex.”

“Oh, really? Hmmm… can’t say I’ve ever noticed that about you.” Jess responded with a slight grin.

Ignoring the wry comment, Rachel took a deep breath, then suddenly blurted, “Jess, I made love with Bella last night!”

Nearly choking on a sip of coffee, Jess set her cup to one side. “Bloody hell — break it to me gently, why don’t you?”

Rachel was blushing. “Sorry, love. I’ve been thinking all morning about how I was going to tell you.”

“Consider me told,” Jessica said, wiping her lips with a napkin. “So… how did it happen?”

“Well, I did say that you and I should educate our daughters together… though honestly, I was being a little tongue-in-cheek when I said it. But last night, I got to thinking about you doing it with Alice, and I couldn’t stop thinking about it. All the while, Bella’s sprawled out in front of the telly, wearing a sloppy old pajama top and these adorable little shorts… my God, I couldn’t take my eyes off her!”

Jessica’s heart throbbed as she drank in Rachel’s words, capturing feelings that were so very much like her own for Alice.

Rachel continued. “Any morally upstanding woman would’ve gone upstairs to her room, locked the door and wanked herself into a stupor. But that’s never me, Jess. So I invited Bella into my room and offered to teach her more about sex. She was nervous, yes… but she didn’t say no.”

Jess sat just looking at Rachel for a moment, raising her coffee to her lips to hide her face. She wasn’t sure how this news made her feel.

“How was it?” was all she could think to say.

“It was bloody amazing! I started off by asking about her and Alice… and it seems they haven’t really done that much together. Just kissing and some touching, because Bella was too scared to go any further. I asked her if there was anything about sex that she wanted to know, but she was really shy. It was really hard getting her to open up; when I asked her if she masturbated, she couldn’t even say the word.”

“So what changed?” Jess asked, even though she felt she knew what was coming next. Her excitement was steadily growing, as if she was listening in on a private sex chat. As Rachel went on, Jess began to stage the scene in her mind.

“I did manage to get Bella to admit she touches herself… but when I asked her to show me how she does it, she didn’t want to undress. I hope you don’t mind, but I told her you’d had a similar little chat with Alice — you know, about sex and masturbation, but I didn’t elaborate. In the end, I offered to undress myself, then I fingered my pussy and got her to copy me. One thing led to another and… well, you can imagine what followed. I couldn’t believe how excited I was to see Bella naked. It must’ve felt the same way for you, Jess, when you first got a glimpse of your Alice in the altogether.”

Jessica’s imagination was running wild. She was beginning to squirm where she stood, assailed by vivid scenes of Rachel and her adorable twelve-year-old. More than that, Jess also recalled the waking dream she’d had on the morning after that first incredible night with Alice.

“I was just… on fucking fire with lust for my own daughter, but also trying not to let it show in case she got scared. In the end we made love, Bella and me… it was beautiful, and I came like never before. When you and I did it, it was fantastic, really fucking fantastic, especially as I’d been hoping something would happen between us for ages… but there was something about the, the danger of sex with Bella, that takes it to a different level.” Rachel gave Jess an inquiring glance. “You understand what I mean, don’t you…?”

Jess was still processing the scene in her head, but she’d also picked up on her friend’s comment about hoping for something to happen between them. Maybe she feels like I do, and wants us to be a real couple. “Oh yes,” she replied, “I know perfectly well what you mean. I felt the same… especially last night. You see, Alice and I made love again.”

Rachel’s eyes widened. “What? My God, so you and Alice were going at it the same time as me and Bella? If I’d only known, I might’ve come even harder.”

It wasn’t even my doing, really,” said Jess. ”Alice is turning into a little minx; she asked if we could do it again and I didn’t have the strength to tell her no.” She sighed, made a helpless gesture. “Oh, who am I kidding? I swear, she only has to snap her fingers and I’ll be flat on my back, legs spread for her. I’m going to have to talk with Alice, tell her to be careful, else she’s likely to be seducing her classmates… probably even some teachers.”

And we already know a couple of our girls’ teachers who are that way inclined,” Rachel said. “Remember Beverley and Hannah, and what they were getting up to at the bar the other night?”

Taking a deep breath, Jess said, “Listen, since we’re in confession mode, I need to let you know something else. Last night I told Alice all about us, what you and I did. I even told her about having sex with Sally.”

“Wow, really? How did she react?”

“Oh, she was fine with it all — in fact, she was brilliant. She even asked if you were jealous about me and Sally.  And that leads me to why I wanted us to talk today.”

“What, you want to know if I am jealous, then? Of Sally?” Rachel queried with a look of puzzlement that softened into a grin. “Perhaps I am, just a little, but only because I wasn’t there to help you fuck her.”

“That’s not what I was getting at,” Jess replied, shaking her head. “What I wanted was to talk about… well, where things stand with you and me, Rach. I’m not sure what we have here, and I need to know if it’s just a casual sex thing or not. Are we in a real relationship? Do you… would you like to be?” She tried to seem calm and collected, but there was a definite tremor in her voice.

Their eyes met briefly before Rachel slid off her stool, then crossed the short distance to where Jess was leaning against the worktop. She took Jessica’s cup from her and placed it on the counter. Looking up at the taller woman, Rachel tilted her head to place a soft kiss on her friend’s mouth. Jess responded, cupping Rachel’s face in her hands. They kissed, gently but with enormous passion.

Finally, Rachel broke away to look at Jess. Were there tears in her eyes? She whispered, “Yes, yes… I’d love for us to be a couple… that is, if you want to? I — I’ve been avoiding the subject, in case I scared you off. I wasn’t sure whether you could fall in love with a woman, or if — well, if it was just a phase, something you just wanted to try because you weren’t, you know, getting any.” They laughed, then Rachel added, “I didn’t want to be pushy.”

Jess relaxed, relieved that she hadn’t misread the situation. “Before that first night, I’d barely even thought about sex with women, but you triggered something in me, and I began to get curious. It opened my eyes to what I’ve been missing… what I’ve needed to have in my life.

“That first night, when you and I made love for real… it felt like the beginning of something. At first I thought I was reading too much into it, that you just wanted a bit of fun… or maybe that you felt sorry for me. But deep down inside, I sensed that you wanted more than a romp in the sheets — and that’s when it struck me, that I felt the same way. After all that’s happened, with you and Sally and Alice, I knew that I wanted a real relationship with a woman. With you.”

Rachel gazed at Jess with adoring eyes. “You’re my best friend, but I’ve been in love with you for ages. I know I have a reputation for being bold as brass, but let me tell you, Jess — it took a long time for me to work up the nerve to make a move on you. I’m so, so happy that you want us to be lovers!” Overwhelmed, close to tears, Rachel reached out to her friend. “Take me in your arms and hold me, Jess, before I start blubbering like a baby.”

Jess leaned into Rachel and hugged her close, losing herself in the woman’s warm body, the sound of her contented sighs, the scent of her skin. She detected the merest hint of another aroma as well — that of her new lover’s arousal. God, I want to fuck her, she realized. But there isn’t time. Is there?

When they finally drew apart, Jess placed both hands on Rachel’s shoulders, looking down on the shorter woman as if she was having a serious talk with a child. “So what comes next? I’m not sure I’m ready to tell the world about us just yet. Christ, I’m only just getting used to the idea of being a lesbian!” She shook her head in wonder. “Wow, I never pictured myself saying those words. What will happen when everyone knows? We both have businesses, but what would this do to our reputations? We might lose some customers, and it wouldn’t be fair on the people we employ if that happened.”

Rachel stopped her friend. “Hey, it’s 2018; it’s hip now for strong women to switch sides. They’re all doing it in Hollywood, every other week some actress comes out as gay, or bi.”

“Maybe, but this is the Cotswolds, and some people still have old-fashioned views.”

“Well, I agree we should think about it before going public, but this town’s a lot less straight than you think. You saw what was going on at that club; how many ladies did you see getting it on? Remember Bev and Hannah, me and Heidi, and plenty more.”

“Well, I suppose you’re right. There were even some women having sex in the loos.”

Rachel looked surprised. “Oooh, I didn’t know that! Makes sense, though. You should have come and told me, girl! Did you actually stand on the seat, then, and peek at women shagging?”

“I was in a cubicle and heard some, but others were making out right out in the open. Did you know about Reiko and Nadya?”

“I’d guessed; I’ve seen them together and it was pretty obvious. I thought you already knew.”

“Alice told me. Apparently, Reiko’s daughter Azumi told her. Come to think of it, I wonder if that’s what made Alice curious? Anyway, I bet you’ll be shocked when I tell you who else was having it off.”

Rachel looked intrigued. “Spill the beans, you old dyke.”

Jess lightly punched Rachel in the shoulder with mock indignation. “Hey, you, not so much of the old. I overheard Abby and Mel getting very hot and heavy, and it definitely wasn’t their first time, either.”

Rachel’s eyes widened. “Are you sure?”

“Of course! They’ve been my friends since school, I’d recognise those voices anywhere. Plus, they used their names. Trust me, it was them.”

“Well, fuck my old boots! Mel and Abby lovers… I never clocked on. I wonder if their husbands know. They must be very sneaky about it. Did they see you?”

“No, I hid until I was sure they’d left, but I think they might have suspected it was me in the cubicle when I went missing. I was going to tell you that I saw them groping each other as they left your place, but you dragged me upstairs and ravished me before I could get the words out.”

“What can I say? I was aflame with passion.”

Jess grinned. “Still are, you silly cow. Anyhow, when I left yours in the morning, I saw Abby coming out of Mel’s house and they kissed on the doorstep. She must have stayed the night; I think their girls were at a sleepover, and their husbands off fishing or something.

“That’s not all, as we left the club, I saw some woman all over Serena; she was frozen on the spot while the woman practically assaulted her. Then later I remembered where I’d seen her before. It was Karen Gregson, y’know, from that hair salon down the end of the high street. That’s why Serena didn’t come home with us, she went with Karen. I think it might have been her first time, the way she acted.”

“Wow, who’d have thought the prim and proper Serena would get turned? That’s one piece of info I’m keeping for later.” Rachel gave a satisfied nod. “So, it seems everyone in the mother’s club has seen the light. Good job I rescued you from blokes and brought you into the fold, eh? We could have ourselves a regular little lezzie group thing going on.” Smiling wryly, she added, “And you’re worried about losing customers for being gay?” She noticed a thoughtful frown on Jessica’s  face. “What’s up, love — something wrong?”

“There are some serious details you and I need to discuss, Rach. There’s Sally for one, and what about Millie? I told Sally I that was open to having sex with her again, at least until she finds herself a girlfriend her own age.”

“I told Millie the same thing. You know, if you’re up for it, there’s no reason we can’t play around with others now and again — perhaps even together. It wouldn’t change how I feel about you, and I’d say we both need to make up for lost time, but only if you feel the same way.”

Jess felt a surge of warmth jolt through her body. The thought of having sex with Rachel and Sally at the same time appealed to her tremendously. “I think that would be… delicious.”

“That’s my girl!” Rachel exclaimed. “Actually, I’d almost forgotten about Millie, but I’ve just had a thought. Why don’t I ask her to come round to mine sometime next week, then you tell Sally that you have a surprise and bring her over? We could do a little matchmaking. If Sally is looking for a girl her own age… well, after what Millie and did last week, she is definitely off boys. Plus, if they need a little guidance, we could always offer some hands-on tuition… I know where I’d like to lay my hands.”

Jess was already picturing that little scenario, but she forced it out of her mind, determined to stay focused. Rachel had a wicked smile on her face, until she noted her friend’s sober demeanor. “Okay, there’s that… what else is on your mind, Jess?”

“Well… what should we do about our daughters? If Alice comes on to me again, I don’t have the willpower to say no — to be honest, I don’t even want to say no. And I’m sure that you’ll want to keep making love to Bella, now you’ve got the taste. Can you and I be lovers and have sex with our kids? And then there are our younger girls. I’m still not sure what to do about Katie and Poppy. And what about you, are you still seriously thinking about taking Cindy to bed?”

“Ah, yes… that reminds me of something I need to tell you,” Rachel murmured, looking a bit embarrassed. “I think it might be a little late to keep my activities with Bella a secret from her little sister. Bella and I were having a little post-fuck cuddle, you see… and Cindy caught us, stark naked and in each other’s arms. it seems that I was, er, somewhat noisy when Bella went down on me.” She was blushing now. “For a novice, she’s got a very talented mouth.”

“Oh, my God, something like that happened to us! Katie caught Alice in my bed after our first time together, but I managed to cook up an excuse, at least. I told her that Alice came in to sleep with me because she’d had a bad dream… and we were both naked because my room was hot. So what happened, what did you tell Cindy?”

“Y’know, it was pretty obvious what Bella and I had been doing… so I told her the truth.”

Shocked, Jess covered her mouth. “You didn’t!”

“I did. You know how Cindy responded? She wanted to know when I was going to teach her how to make love. So… I promised her I would, this weekend.”

“You really are going to take her to bed, then. Doesn’t that feel like, well, going too far? I mean, she is only ten.” Like you haven’t been thinking the same way about Katie, she told herself.

“Nearly eleven, actually. Look, if Cindy is old enough to take an interest in sex, she’s old enough to learn. And who better than a loving mother to give her the guidance she needs? Besides, she was bound to catch me and Bella again at some point, so it seemed like the sensible thing to do. Think about it, keeping that kind of thing under wraps in your own home is going to be all but impossible. How long do you think you can hide what you’re doing with Alice from her sisters?”

Jessica’s mind was in chaos; she couldn’t think straight. “I don’t know, I hadn’t thought about it.” Liar, she accused herself. You did too, just this morning.

“You must have at least considered the possibility that you’d be caught again.”

Jess remembered the way Katie looked at her when she’d paraded nude in front of the nine-year-old, that morning after she’d first been intimate with Alice. “Well, okay, I have. Earlier on, I was wondering what might happen if Katie caught us again. See, I remembered what you said about Cindy, how you were thinking about… including her. At first, I told myself you were joking, but then I wasn’t sure. That was when I let myself, uh, imagine what it would be like with Katie. Then, I started thinking about Poppy and I… I had to make myself stop.” Her cheeks burned.

Reaching out, Rachel calmly took Jessica’s hands between hers. “Jess, darling… it will be okay, I promise. Our girls are pretty grown up; they’ve had to be. If you and I face this together, we can make it work… and with all of us participating.”

Jess stared at her friend. “All of us? How do you mean?”

“It’s what I sort of suggested the last time we spoke about this. It seems to me that we should sit down and talk it over — you, me, Alice and Bella at first. We could officially tell the girls about us being lovers, then we tell Alice about me and Bella, and Bella about you and Alice. That way, they’ll have each other to talk to, and who knows, they’ll probably take their relationship to the next level, now that Bella is over her shyness.”

“She is?” Jess said. “Well, after a romp in the sack with the likes of you, I’m hardly surprised.”

“Let me put it this way,” Rachel said, “Alice is going to be amazed, the next time she and Bella have a sleepover. My daughter is champing at the bit to get her hands on yours.” She paused for a moment to think. “Tell you what… why don’t you have Bella spend the night this Friday, and we’ll have that little chat with her and Alice. At the very least, they’ll spend a lovely evening together… and if we’re lucky, all four of us can have some fun.”

Jess considered Rachel’s proposal, already picturing that scene. “That does sound tempting, I must admit. But what about our youngsters? I’d be too nervous to try anything like that with Poppy or Katie around.”

“Hmmm, good point. Let’s see… what if we organized a sleepover at my place for them? That way, Katie and Poppy could come over and have the run of the house with Cindy. I’ll see if Millie can sit for them — which means that I’ll need to save some sex energy for her when I get back home, I suppose. That way, if we do end up joining Alice and Bella, we’ll be able to get as loud and wild as we want!”

“Jesus, that sounds so fucking kinky,” Jess murmured, absently touching between her legs.

Noting where Jessica’s hand was, Rachel couldn’t help but smile. “Then on Saturday, I’ll be teaching these things to Cindy.” She shivered with delight. “God, I can’t wait to get her naked. If all goes as it should, she’ll have another member of our little family society.”

“Incest society, you mean,” Jess said. “I can’t believe we’re actually talking about doing this. The more I think about it, though, the more it makes sense. I fought myself about it at first, but you know what? I love what sex has done for the relationship I have with Alice. What would it be like to have that kind of closeness with Katie, too?”

“Well, since I hope to be making love to my youngest this Saturday, you should take the opportunity to come out to Katie… perhaps to Poppy as well.”

Jessica tried to picture that scenario. She’d always been open and honest with her daughters, speaking to them in a way that some would say was too grown up, but the girls had always responded in a way that sometimes made her forget their ages.

“I’m not sure about Poppy. I think she’s too young to be part of this.” Jess interjected.

“I think you’re underestimating her… but okay, let’s leave the little one out of it for now. Katie, though, is very grown up for her age. You should let her know what’s going on, at least, even if you aren’t quite ready to make love to her. Let’s speak about it later in the week.”

Jess knew Rachel was right, but she wasn’t sure how she would broach the subject. Taking a quick glance at the kitchen clock, she turned to her lover. “Much as I’d love to cement our relationship, I really do need to get to work.”

Rachel also checked the time. “Me too. Phone me up some time, if you’re having any further doubts.”

With that, they kissed, each resisting the urge to undress and ravish the other, then Rachel left before either one of them could change her mind.

Once at the store Jessica plunged herself into paperwork, but was too distracted to accomplish much. In the end she spent much of the day in her office trying to work what she would say to the girls, particularly Katie.

That night, she tried to put it all out of her mind, spending the evening helping her daughters with homework before they all settled down on the sofa to watch TV. Every so often, Jess stole a glance at each of her lovely girls, dressed in their nightwear, wondering what their reactions might be when she told them about her newly realized sexuality… and Rachel. Sometimes she peeked at the girls with no other reason than to appreciate the beauty of their youthful, scantily covered bodies.

Alice already knew about her mum’s lesbianism, of course, but making an official announcement out of it seemed different to Jess, more formal… and even though Alice had claimed to be fine with Mum and “Aunt Rachel,” becoming lovers, Jessica still wondered if her daughter mightn’t still feel a bit jealous.

The rest of the evening passed without incident — in fact, Alice didn’t come knocking on her door after hours. Despite a hint of disappointment, Jess was mostly glad that the girl had given her the time and space she needed to collect her thoughts.

So Jessica spent a good long while lost in concentration, staring up at the ceiling — but everything was too jumbled in her mind to organize, so she shut everything out and switched off the light, allowing herself to fall asleep.

As promised: Chapter Fourteen!

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Expecting, Part Two

  • Posted on April 27, 2019 at 2:19 pm

by  JetBoy

Tammy and Mist followed me in their car as I negotiated the twisting roads that led to my home. Once arrived, I ushered them inside; and once the door had closed behind us we stood there for a moment, grinning foolishly at one another, ready for anything.

“How about dinner?” I finally said.

This met with enthusiastic approval, and I invited Mist and Tammy into the kitchen to join me while I threw something together. They wanted to help, so I dug into my larder, and the three of us pitched in to conjure up a lovely supper of pasta with marinara sauce, a salad and garlic bread. I opened a nice Cabernet, and we sat down to our humble feast and tucked in.

I was incredibly hungry, and my guests clearly were as well, so we made short work of the meal. The mood was one of exuberance. Fixing dinner with Tammy and Mist had been a lot of fun, and we couldn’t stop smiling and giggling as we ate.

The wine turned out to be excellent, and we called on Mist to make a toast. She stood, looked back and forth at her mother and I, then raised her glass and softly said, “To us.”

“To us,” Tammy and I echoed — and when I glanced into my friend’s eyes, I seemed to fall into them. We gazed at each other for an eternity that only lasted for a few seconds, and something passed between us, something warm and beautiful. I think that was when I first realized that this was more than one of my casual lesbian sex romps. Much more.

Then I turned to Mist, who gave me a smile as big and bright as the sun, and I felt a surge of adoration for her, too.

I wasn’t sure what was happening to me, but I liked it — and rising from my seat, I purred, “I think we’ll have dessert in the bedroom.” Taking the bottle of wine, I beckoned Tammy and Mist to follow, adding, “Leave the dishes,” with a wink.

We climbed the stairs, a tangible excitation in the air that seemed to positively crackle. The lovemaking we had enjoyed earlier now seemed like a mere appetizer, and we were already ravenous for more. I ached to sample every imaginable sexual delight with this pregnant goddess and her luscious nymph of a daughter. As for Tammy and Mist, they were clearly eager to explore their new relationship as lovers.

Entering my bedroom, I set down the wine bottle and turned to my guests, only to have both mother and daughter take me in their arms. I wrapped my arms around their bodies, and we simply held each other for a long, lovely while. Then I sought out Tammy’s mouth with my own, and we enjoyed a gentle French kiss. Then Tammy turned to her daughter, their mouths meeting, tongues dancing. When Mist kissed me I melted into her, licking at her lower lip, and she sucked playfully at my tongue.

Our kisses grew increasingly urgent, and our hands began to wander and explore the curves and planes of each other’s bodies. Mist’s fingers were toying with my right nipple as I slid a hand beneath her mother’s top to stroke her swollen belly, while Tammy’s tongue trailed its way around the edge of my ear. Our heartbeats seemed to accelerate in unison, the excitement level increasing dramatically by the second.

And then we were undressing each other — but slowly, teasingly, as if we had all the time in the world to make love. A button unfastened here, a portion of skin bared there, the sound of a zipper being tugged down… we were playing out a slow dance of seduction, making each moment count. I tugged Mist’s tank top up and off, bent to place a soft kiss upon her shoulder, then stepped out of my panties when Tammy slid them down to my ankles. No words were spoken — none were needed.

Soon we were all naked, and Mist squealed “Come on!” followed by a flying leap onto my bed, where she bounced excitedly, as if she were eight instead of fourteen.

I glanced over to Tammy, standing beside me. She smiled and took my hand, and we padded over to the bed, climbing aboard next to Mist, whose eyes were aglow with lust. “I wanna watch you guys fuck now,” she cooed.

To hear those wicked words from this sweet young girl… well, my libido was aflame in an instant. I turned to Tammy and seized her in my arms, claiming her luscious mouth with my own. She matched my passion and then some, her tongue darting between my parted lips.

We lay down together, still locked in a fierce embrace. Tammy was fucking my mouth with her tongue, grinding her pregnant body into mine. I dragged my nails down her back, and she broke away long enough to moan “Oh… I love that!”

Her ass demanded to be groped — and I obliged, kneading her generous buttocks with hands that hungered to touch, to fondle, know every inch of this magnificent woman.

My mouth, however, was watering for Tammy’s cunt, and it would not be denied.

Pulling away, I quickly positioned Tammy on her side, then twisted around to burrow my face between her thighs. No gentle nuzzlings were wanted now… I plunged into her sex, a greedy mouth drinking deep from a lover’s body.

A shiver flickered through me as I felt Tammy placing hot, open-mouthed kisses upon my own cunt — then I inhaled sharply as her tongue probed into the vaginal tunnel, wriggling about deliciously. Tammy’s chin was brushing my engorged clitoris, making my body jolt with her every movement.

The entire lower half of my face seemed to be coated with her essence, and I still craved more. Drinking deep from the chalice of my lover’s sex, I suddenly wondered if she tasted different because of her pregnancy. I imagined going down on her right after she gave birth, soothing her aching vagina even as I sampled and savored what new flavor her cunt might have.

Tammy and I lay curled on our sides, pleasuring one another with ardent mouths, our bodies forming a sweet circle of womanhood — a circle with an unborn child nestled in the center. Can the baby feel this, sense our loving from inside her mother’s womb? I wondered. As I ate Tammy’s juicy cunt, I slipped a hand between our bodies and placed it on her belly, wanting to convey all the warmth and joy I felt at that moment to the little one.

Then I felt a crazy surge of joy as Tammy placed her hand atop mine, squeezing it as if to say that she knew my wishes, and shared them. It was a beautiful moment that sent my arousal — and my love — soaring.

My response was to grind my face even deeper into Tammy’s wet flesh, going down on her with everything I had. No subtlety here — my objective now was to make her come and come hard. I rolled my tongue around the walls of her vagina, then withdrew to shift my attention to the hard nub of her clitoris, which I sucked between my lips.

Tammy took my cue, quickly moving to envelop my throbbing clit with the warmth of her mouth — and then we were off, both of us passengers on a mad roller coaster of sexual rapture that wrenched us this way and that, ever moving faster, faster; knotting into tangles of pure velocity that swiftly untied themselves, only to twist together all over again; whizzing past blurred flashes of ecstasy, barely glimpsed through speed-narrowed eyes.

Oh, my stars, what a wild ride it was. And it steadily grew ever more intense as Tammy and I each licked and sucked and nibbled at the other’s pleasure button. I was spinning, whirling helplessly as that damned roller coaster somehow trapped itself on a loop-the-loop, increasing its speed on each go-round — gravity tearing at me like an insane thing as the world raced by spinning, spinning, spinning —

And then I was coming, wrenched free from the weird whirligig and flying headlong through space, body strobing to the impossible poundpoundpound of my heart, each beat in perfect rhythm with the throbbing of my orgasm. I plummeted to earth, but somehow never felt myself land.

Finally, my eyes fluttered open.

I was greeted by the sight of Tammy’s beautiful cunt, the glistening pink flesh nearly hidden within a thick bush of auburn curls. I moved in to press an affectionate kiss inside the dewy flower, then rested my cheek upon my new lover’s inner thigh. A blissful, serene haze enveloped me, and I felt a sudden flush of warmth course through my limbs as Tammy lightly nuzzled my own still-tingling sex.

Then I felt soft hands caressing my body, and I rolled away from Tammy to peer up at the beaming face of Mist, who now knelt beside us. “Gosh,” she whispered, her eyes moist as she stroked her mother and me, “that was… that was awesome.”

I was out of breath and a bit dizzy, but the sight of this naked girl rejuvenated me, made me want her. Raising myself into a sitting position, I drew Mist into my arms, covering her mouth with my own. My lips were sticky with Tammy’s wetness, and the cute teen moaned happily as she tasted and delighted in the flavor of her mother.

Tammy was now hugging her daughter from behind, adorning Mist’s neck with heated, open-mouthed kisses. A prickle of excitement raced through me as Tammy trailed her tongue up to the girl’s ear, pausing to nip at the lobe in a playful fashion. Mist swiveled around to gaze at her, and a lust-filled glance passed between them that made my heart skip a beat. Then their mouths crushed together as they embraced, mother and daughter lost in the forbidden pleasures of incest.

Then Tammy gently broke their kiss, turned to me and with a wicked smile cooed, “C’mon, Carly… I think Mist needs both of us to get her off.”

Tammy and I lay the girl down between us and began to touch her, gossamer-light caresses that traveled the length and breadth of her body. She sighed contentedly, lulled into relaxation. But as our touches became less gentle, more intimate, Mist began to squirm in arousal.

Then we began to love her with our mouths as well as our fingers — barely-there kisses, light tongue flicks and teasing love bites intended to drive her frantic with lust. Soon she was moaning in our arms as we lavished affection on her bare body. We were careful, though, not to make Mist come, wanting to take her to the absolute limit of pleasure — and beyond! She would have to beg us for release.

By now I was sucking on Mist’s toes, sending delicious shivers through her slim frame while Tammy licked at her daughter’s nipples. I could see her hand tucked between Mist’s thighs, fingers lightly stroking at the girl’s slit.

Mist was writhing helplessly, eyes wild as she mewled in desperation. “Oh, Mommy,” she gasped, “Carly. P-please… let me — ohhhhh, I need to, to…”

In spite of her entreaties, we continued to tease her for just a bit longer. Then Tammy’s eyes met mine, and she gave me a nod.

I quickly crawled between the redheaded nymph’s slender thighs, opened her cunt with my fingers and kissed the sweet pinkness inside. Tammy was manipulating Mist’s clitoris with her fingers as I allowed my tongue to slide deep into the girl’s vagina. She tasted wonderful — tart and juicy as an exotic fruit.

I began to tongue-fuck my teenage lover, gazing up the length of her form to watch Tammy enjoy her daughter’s breasts — suckling them, then teasing the pert nipples with her teeth. Mist’s head was thrown back, mouth slack as she cradled her mother’s face to her chest. Her body was quivering from head to toe. She was going to come soon, and her climax promised to be one for the record books.

Eager to take this young lesbian even higher, I brought my hand into play as I continued to suck at Mist’s dripping cunt, placing the tip of a finger against the moist cleft between her buttocks. A shudder flickered through her body at that — and as she sucked in a lungful of air, I slid the finger all the way into her anus with a single steady stroke.

And then Mist exploded in a surge of pleasure that had the girl thrashing about like a wild mare, her heels drumming a tattoo on the mattress as she came. God, did she come. It was all I could do to hang on and not be thrown from the bed by the helpless thrusts of her hips. I held firm, though — my mouth glued to Mist’s sex, tongue probing her. I was rolling my finger around inside the teen’s anus, moving it in tight little circles… and that only made her buck all the harder.

Tammy and I carried Mist through the arc of her ecstasy, keeping it going until she had climaxed at least four times in succession. Finally she lay limp, her eyes glazed, panting as if she’d just completed a marathon.

I lifted my face from between Mist’s thighs as Tammy turned to me, the two of us coming together in a brief but passionate kiss of celebration. Finally we broke apart and lay down alongside Mist, cuddling her between us.

We three lay entwined for a long, wonderful while — serene and contented, occasionally exchanging soft kisses and taking warm swallows of wine from the bottle I’d brought upstairs.

I was amazed at how good it felt – just being with these beautiful women. When it came to relationships, I’d always kept things on a casual basis. I just liked playing the field too much, sharing my bed with a steady stream of willing and curious females. But the warmth and affection that I felt in the arms of Tammy and Mist was something else again. It was as if I’d been magically transformed into a teenager with an enormous crush — and I loved it!

The three of us didn’t leave the house or put on a stitch of clothing from that Friday night until early Sunday. Well, I threw on a dressing gown when we had Chinese take-out delivered on Saturday night, but otherwise it was all nude, all the time. Mist had made plans to meet with friends on Saturday, but she called them to beg off, claiming she had a headache. And for an amazing forty hours or so, Tammy, Mist and I indulged our every sense in a wild bacchanalia of pleasure that the gods on Olympus might have envied.

We made love again and again in every combination, three new lovers exploring every part, every inch of each other’s bodies. We fucked ourselves into exhaustion, dozed, then awakened to fuck once more. We’d unwind from our orgies in the hot tub, though even in there we’d make out — which sometimes got the love play going all over again.

And when we weren’t engaged in carnal delights, there were many other ways to pass the time. We watched a Bollywood film from my DVD collection, danced naked to Sixties soul records, fed each other chocolate cake with our fingers, even had an impromptu yoga session. I read to Tammy and Mist from the love poems of John Donne, and Tammy told our fortunes with a Tarot deck I had lying around. As for Mist, she fell in love with my tabby cat Percival, and played with him every chance she got.

But that wasn’t all — we also shared our souls. I found myself opening up to Mist and Tammy in a way I seldom did with my lovers, giving them the chance to see me as I honestly was… all the while getting to know them better, too.

And Tammy and Mist were discovering one another in a different way — mother and daughter adding a sexual dimension to their relationship, joyfully exploring a new life together as women in love.

There was one more particularly special moment that I want to tell you about. We were curled together on the bed, all flushed and glowing from our lovemaking. We’d just engaged in an oral daisy chain; the three of us licking each other’s cunts at the same time.

Anyhow, Mist twisted around to smile at her mother and murmured, “Say, Mom… do you have one of those strap-on cock thingies?”

Tammy arched an eyebrow at her daughter. “Well… yes, I do. Why do you ask?”

Blushing sweetly, Mist replied. “Um, I’m — well, the thing is, I’m still a virgin, Mom… and I’d kinda like for you to be my first fuck.”

Tammy’s eyes widened. “Mist!” she gasped, “Is that… are you sure that’s what you want? You shouldn’t rush into–”

Mist placed a finger against her mother’s lips to shush her. “It’s been a fantasy of mine, Mom,” she whispered. “Ever since I knew that I wanted you. God, I’ve made myself come so many times, just imagining you on top of me, taking me with your cock… totally making me yours.” She cupped Tammy’s cheek, her eyes shining with love.

Tammy was overcome with emotion. “Oh… oh, my God, Mist,” she breathed, her eyes suddenly moist. “I don’t know what to say…”

Mist sighed happily. “I… I never believed it could actually happen, Mom. It was just a, a crazy dream I used to get myself off. But now that we’ve made love…” She touched her mother’s swollen belly. “I know you can’t fuck me just yet… but — after the baby is born, I hope you will, Mom. You’ll b-be making my dream come true.” She took her mother’s hand, pressing it to her lips. “Oh, Mom — please say yes! I don’t want anyone but you to do it…”

Tammy stared at the ceiling. “How can I say no?” she whispered, her face alight with wonder. She turned to Mist. “Sweet baby,” she cooed, “If you want me to be your first, nothing would make me happier.” She drew Mist close, cradling the teen’s face to her breasts. Then she glanced at me, her eyes brimming with happy tears. “I’ve got a date with my little girl, Carly,” she whispered. “She wants me to fuck her.”

I was on the verge of tears myself, overwhelmed by this incredible love between mother and daughter. “I think it’s a beautiful thing, Tammy… and you are a very lucky woman.”

Then we were all hugging… and it was only moments before the three of us were making love again, our lust rekindled.

Our weekend was a wonderful vacation from the cares of the world, and I was sorry to see it end. Tammy had to work on Sunday, though, and I’d committed myself to a staff meeting at the clinic that same afternoon. So mother and daughter bid me a fond goodbye, we kissed passionately, and I waved as they slowly drove away.

Ah, but before they left, Tammy and Mist made plans with me to get together for dinner on Monday night at a local French restaurant. It was a marvelous evening, too. We enjoyed a fine meal, then nipped back to their place for fun and games. All of which, needless to say, we played naked.

Over the next few weeks the three of us spent every spare moment in each other’s company, and that included more than a few overnight sleepovers. I even drove Mist to school one morning and, wicked woman that I am, fingered her to a lovely orgasm before I dropped her off.

The sex continued to be nothing short of incredible, and the time I spent with Tammy and Mist with our clothes on was a joy, too. Getting to know them both, as friends and lovers, moved me to reevaluate a few things I’d always taken for granted about myself. As I mentioned earlier, I’d always been one for casual, commitment-free relationships. Oh, there had been roommates, in my less affluent days, but I had never shared my personal space with a lover, and shunned serious romance as if it carried the plague. I’d been a player, jumping into bed with any available female that took my fancy.

But the hours, the days, the nights spent with Mist and Tammy had me wanting something different.

Suddenly I wasn’t seen at the Hot Spur on Fridays, trolling for young cuties. I abandoned the lesbian chat room. I bought a very expensive new outfit — complete with sexy underwear — just to dazzle Tammy and Mist for a night out on the town. I sent them flowers and spent hours making each of them a personalized mix CD. They had an ice cream cake delivered to my door, festooned with pink frosting hearts. Then there was the night that they tied me to a chair in my living room and performed for me, doing a nicely choreographed song-and-dance rendition of “I Only Have Eyes for You,” while stripping naked, one item of clothing at a time… then they got into a mother-daughter sex show on the floor at my bound feet that nearly gave yours truly a heart attack — not to mention got me so fucking wet that I had to have the chair professionally cleaned. I wouldn’t let Tammy pay for it, either.

After three weeks of this craziness, I knew I was in love.

It shook me up, I’ll tell you… but I was determined not to let this chance for happiness slip through my fingers. I invited Tammy and Mist over for dinner on Friday, then spent a couple of days making preparations.

By the time the doorbell rang on Friday, I was a bundle of nerves… but as I opened the door to let them in, all the tension that was churning through my tummy simply melted away at the sight of their smiling faces. I was a woman in love, and everything was perfect.

We dined on a sumptuous feast of chicken in a orange glaze, a wild rice casserole and steamed vegetables, with black bottom pie for dessert. Then I brought out a bottle of vintage Reisling, and we toasted one another. Then, my heart racing with excitement, I took out three tiny black velvet boxes and gave one apiece to Tammy and Mist.

I watched as mother and daughter opened the boxes, then flipped the top of my own. Their eyes widened in unison at the sight of the trio of matching rings I had purchased.

And I simply said, “I love you both, and I want to be a part of your lives. Tammy, Mist… will you marry me?”

The next thing I knew, we three were hugging tightly, all of us sobbing as we tearfully exchanged vows of devotion. I was deliriously happy and, truth be told, a little wistful that I’d spent so many years running away from this kind of love.

Before long our hugs and kisses began to grow increasingly heated, so we tiptoed up the stairs to the bedroom, shedding our clothes as we went. By the time we reached my bed – our bed — we were all naked and ready to play. And play we did, losing ourselves in an evening of wild sex that I still remember vividly. All the heat and passion we had already explored together was there, now flavored with the spice of romance.

A few weeks later, we had a small ceremony in which Tammy and I were joined together, as lovers and life partners. Mist slipped the rings on our fingers, which all our friends thought was adorable — but nobody noticed that she wore a ring of her own, one exactly like ours.

So Tammy and I were united as a couple. Everyone cheered, we had a great party afterward, toasts were made, confetti was thrown. Then my lovers and I waved goodbye to the guests, jumped in the car and squealed away in a crunch of gravel for our honeymoon. I’d borrowed a vacation house in Costa Rica from a friend of mine, and we spent two weeks there, celebrating our new life together.

*****

That was five years ago. The three of us are still together, still blissfully content.

Mist attends a local college, and occasionally enjoys herself with other girls, some of whom she brings home to romp with in her room. But she always returns to the big bed that her mother and I share, where we three renew our secret bond, this wondrous triangle of love and lust that unites us.

Oh, and then there’s the fourth member of our happy household — the one who brought us together in the first place, when you think about it.

Pony Myrtle Parker was born nearly a month after our ceremony. The birth was performed by a midwife I know, so it took place in our home. After the midwife had shared a congratulatory glass of wine with us and departed, Mist and I undressed and climbed into bed with the new mother to make gentle love to her. And yes, we both took turns going down on Tammy, soothing her vagina with our mouths as she nursed our daughter.

That was such an amazing experience that we made it part of our sex lives for awhile — Tammy, Mist and I sharing our bodies as lovers while Pony fed at her mother’s breast, all four of us gloriously nude.

I still carry a picture in my mind — an image viewed while lying between Tammy’s thighs, mouth buried in her red pubes as I drink of her thick, sweet nectar. I’m gazing at Mist’s flawless bottom as she perches upon her mother’s face; then at Tammy, happily licking at the juicy cunt of her daughter. And all the while, little Pony is nestled in Tammy’s arm, taking milk from her mommy’s nipple. I’m not sure I’ll ever have a lovelier erotic memory.

Unless it happens to be the night, two weeks after Pony’s birth, when Tammy kept her promise to Mist and took her daughter’s virginity. I prepared Mist for her mother, licking her slit while she sucked at the seven-inch latex cock that jutted proudly from her mother’s waist.

It was a breathtaking sight, watching Tammy lower her naked body onto that of her daughter, slowly entering Mist until the tip of her cock rested against the girl’s hymen. Tammy and I each took one of Mist’s hands… fingers entwining as our virgin lover inhaled deeply, bracing herself for her mom’s penetration.

Mist cried out loud when Tammy’s cock broke through the thin membrane, her face contorting with pain. She wouldn’t allow her mother to pull out, though, wrapping her legs around Tammy’s ass to hold her in place while she waited for the hurt to lessen… trying her best to accommodate the seven inches of latex that filled her. Finally she whispered, “Okay, Mom, I’m ready… just go slow.”

God, it was beautiful. The tears were still drying on her cheeks, but Mist’s face gradually grew radiant with joy as Tammy began to move her hips — only an inch or two at a time, at first.

And soon mother and daughter were really fucking, their bodies grinding lewdly, mouths pressed together in the most torrid of French kisses. I frantically masturbated while I watched my lovers from a ringside seat, right next to them on our bed.

It was a hell of a night, one that left Mist with an abiding passion for strap-on sex. And the little minx loved to fuck — every bit as much as she loved to be fucked. Tammy’s cock, along with a few other bad-girl toys that we owned, became a crucial part of our collective sex life after that night.

Pony is four now and about to begin nursery school, the most charming, delightful child imaginable. I certainly never saw myself as the maternal type, back in those younger, wilder days, but raising Pony together with my lovers has brought me a profound sense of fulfillment. Corny as it sounds, I consider myself blessed.

Our little girl understands that Tammy and I are a couple, and has even seen us make love a few times… but we are keeping big sister Mist’s role in our sex lives a secret from Pony until she is old enough to understand.

It was Mist who was the first to bring up the subject of bringing Pony into our incestuous relationship, broaching the idea soon after the child had turned three. Mist adores her baby sister, and wants her to be a part of the passion and pleasure that she, her mother and I have shared for five years.

We spent hours discussing the pros and cons of making love to our little girl. In the end, Mist’s heartfelt arguments won the day.

Here’s what we finally decided. Pony is already comfortable in a lesbian household where open nudity and sex are part of our everyday life, and we have always been very physically affectionate with her. When she turns seven, Tammy, Mist and I will sit our child down and tell her about our secret love life, then offer Pony the chance to join the three of us in bed. Mist has already staked her claim on making love to her little sister first, but Tammy and I are also ready and willing to teach our daughter all about the joys of the lesbian life. And knowing Pony as we do, we are all confident that she will say yes.

It’s a wonderful feeling, imagining that day, less than three years from now, when we hope to make Pony our new lover. And this anticipation we feel only seems to grow in intensity with the passage of time. Our little girl might make some adorable remark, or skip happily through the living room, or sprawl naked before the television, giggling at a Bugs Bunny cartoon — and Tammy and I will share a secret smile, or Mist will give us both a saucy wink as we dream of the magical night when our sweet trio will become a quartet.

The End

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