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Let’s Talk About Pussy

  • Posted on June 20, 2026 at 2:27 pm
 

No, not in the same way as the usual stories around here. I mean about the word “pussy” itself, and others like it.

You see, the other day I was working on a story and found myself writing a sentence along the lines of, “She felt her vagina clench around her partner’s finger,” and I paused, wondering… Vagina? Does that sound too clinical? Is that a turn-off to people? I’d already used “pussy” plenty of times in the scene and was looking for something to refer specifically to the inside part. So I turned to Google to find out people’s thoughts on the matter, which led me to several threads on the great source of wisdom known as Reddit. Threads like this one, where I learned with some surprise that people have very strong opinions on the subject of genital vocabulary, to the point where the wrong choice of words makes some want to stop reading entirely.

That’s from a romance subreddit, though. Maybe things are different for pure erotica? What would the good folks at Juicy Secrets think of this? So here am I, asking you, our dear readers: What words do you find exciting to refer to the characters’ intimate parts? Which do you hate and never want to see?

From what I gathered, it sounds like a lot of people dislike anything that’s not “pussy” or “cunt”. Pussy is, of course, an old reliable. Cunt is rather stronger, and especially in our little niche, it’s not always appropriate for the character’s age or personality. What about you? Do you prefer if the author sticks to the basics, or do you like some variety?

Do you like the more poetic terms, like talking about a character’s “flower”, or her “pearl” for the clit? Or do these make you cringe?

Do you think anatomical terms like vagina, vulva, or labia (or even just “sex”) have their place in erotica? Or do they feel unsexy and take you out of it?

Do you enjoy a bit of silliness with terms like “pink taco” or “lady garden”?

Should I stop using “folds” for labia? Because I’ve noticed that’s one that people seem to really abhor! 🙂

Let us know all about your favorite, despised, and silliest words for naughty bits!

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May is Masturbation Month

  • Posted on May 15, 2022 at 2:12 pm

Though the month is half over, this is still May and it’s May is masturbation month or Maysterbation.
Anyway, a good time to take matters into your own hands, or a favorite toy, and read a good story here and get off to some self-love.

Enjoy yourself, I will.

Hugs, Sue

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… And Debbie Makes Three

  • Posted on March 22, 2022 at 3:12 pm

Author’s note:  When I wrote My Cousin Nancy it was presented in the first person from the POV (point of view) of Cass. And Debbie Makes Three is, at its core, a retelling of that story with an exception. This version is told in the third person from the POV of Nancy giving you access to thoughts and actions not revealed in the previous story. And, because some readers asked for it, I added some extra naughtiness, as the title suggests.

If you want to read Cass’s perspective on these events afterward, you may wish to read or re-read My Cousin Nancy before starting this story, but it is not necessary.

Thank you to all of you who have read my works and have left comments. You are the reason writers write.

 

By Amanda Lynn

Prologue

Nancy had been reading quietly when her little sister Debbie rushed into her bedroom with all the enthusiasm of a kid at Christmas, hopping onto the bed and landing on her knees.

“Mom and Dad have gone grocery shopping!” the 8-year-old said, far more enthusiastically than such an event warranted.

“Um-hmm,” Nancy acknowledged the statement with all the teenage nonchalance she could muster. She was 6 years older than Debbie after all, she had to give her younger sister a hard time, even if the news filled her with just as much excitement. Lounging on the bed with her back against the headboard and her legs crossed at the ankles, she kept her face hidden behind the teen magazine she’d been reading.

“Did you hear me!” Debbie bounced once, hoping to get Nancy’s attention.

“Um-hmm.”

Debbie growled. “Mom and Dad are out of the house for like…two hours!”

“That’s nice,” Nancy said with a mock yawn, though she was grinning behind her magazine. She knew very well what her sister was hinting at.

“But, Nancy,” Debbie whined, drawing out the name. “I thought you would want to…you know.”

Nancy lowered the magazine enough to catch Debbie’s eyes. “No. I don’t think so,” she said innocently.

Debbie glared at her, thumping a hand on the mattress. “Yes, you do!” she humphed.

They stared at each other for a long moment, then Nancy sighed and tossed the magazine to the floor. She’d had her fun, but now it was time for…well, a different kind of fun. Standing, she crossed the room, her little sister’s eyes following her movements, and closed the door. Not that there was any real need to. There was nobody else in the house and their parents wouldn’t be home for a couple of hours. Still, it seemed like the right thing to do.

Nancy grinned when she turned back and saw Debbie on all fours, bum pointed toward her. The sweatpants that Debbie wore were pulled snug, showing off the curves of her cute little butt. Until that day six weeks ago, Nancy hadn’t given a second thought to how cute her sister was—at least, not in a sexual way. It was different now. They had crossed a line back then, done taboo things. She was the older sister. She could have stopped it. Should have stopped it. But she hadn’t. She’d allowed it to happen, allowed it to continue and now it was too late to stop. Not that she wanted to, anyway.

Pausing at the edge of the bed, Nancy caressed Debbie’s bum, and a delicious warmth pooled low in her abdomen. Debbie glanced back at her, a smile on her flushed cheeks, a smile that only served to fuel Nancy’s growing desire. Hooking her fingers under the waistband, she pulled her sister’s pants and underwear over her hips and down to her knees, exposing the flawless smooth skin of Debbie’s ass.

Nancy hummed in appreciation of the sight. Who would have thought that an 8-year-old’s bum could be so damn sexy? Nancy caressed each cheek for a moment before kneeling as if to worship the tantalizing ass before her. She slowly spread Debbie’s cheeks with her thumbs, revealing her sister’s little hole. In response, Debbie moved her knees apart as far as her pants would allow, clearly eager for what came next. Nancy inhaled deeply. The younger girl’s scent was faint but rather pleasant. She leaned in for a taste, swiping her tongue from entrance to anus and making Debbie twitch and whimper.

Nancy’s clit was begging for attention now, and she didn’t need to feel herself to know that she was dripping wet. But that would have to wait, for now, she needed to finish what she’d started. Nancy plunged her tongue into her sister’s vagina, relishing the damp heat there for a while, then she moved back up to circle Debbie’s pucker.

This was something new for them. Nancy had only used her tongue on her sister’s ass once before, and that had been by accident, at first. A twitch from Debbie as they fooled around had caused Nancy to inadvertently run her tongue over Debbie’s pucker. She’d thought it would be the grossest thing, but found otherwise. It wasn’t nasty at all. Not in a bad way, anyway. The naughtiness of it actually excited Nancy. And Debbie seemed to enjoy it as well if her hip rolls were any indication. So Nancy had kept going, and discovered a new way to have sexy fun.

Now she was back at it, letting her tongue lick and swirl around her little sister’s asshole. Doing something so dirty was turning her on even more. But she knew that wouldn’t be enough to get her partner off, so she finally stood and ran a hand up Debbie’s back while she cupped the little girl’s pussy with the other. Quickly finding her clit, Nancy teased the little bud, rubbing it in small circles. Debbie sucked in a breath and threw her head back as she moaned loudly.

On the day that Debbie had caught her masturbating some weeks ago, rubbing her little sister’s clit had been the last thing Nancy would have ever thought she’d do. Debbie hadn’t been horrified or grossed out, though, or anything negative like one would expect from a child catching their big sister with her fingers in her pussy. Instead, being the inquisitive girl that she was, Debbie was full of questions. What are you doing? Why are you doing it? Does it feel good? Things like that. Nancy gave her short simple answers, knowing that deflecting or refusing to answer wouldn’t work. But it was when Debbie shoved off her pajama bottoms and demanded to be shown how to masturbate that Nancy found herself at a loss.

Debbie was too damn stubborn to be simply shooed from the room, and there was a real threat that she might tattle. So Nancy invited her little sister onto the bed to sit beside her, hoping a quick demonstration would be enough to satisfy the young girl’s curiosity. It seemed like a good plan at the time. They sat there, side by side, playing with their pussies. Debbie watched Nancy’s hand, mimicking her movements. Nancy watched Debbie’s hand, feeling flustered and confused as she became more and more aroused at the sight. Why in the fuck was she getting turned on watching her little sister masturbate?

That was when it happened. The moment when Nancy watched her own hand push Debbie’s out of the way all by itself and begin to masturbate her little sister. Not just a quick touch, no, but a full, orgasm-inducing flurry of fingers. What the hell was she doing? Why hadn’t she done this sooner? When Debbie squealed as her body convulsed in ecstasy, Nancy felt her excitement surging, triggering her own climax.

Nancy flopped onto her back, eyes closed. What the hell was wrong with her? Her mind raced with images of what had just happened. It was hard to deny it had been the hottest thing ever. She gasped and her eyes flew open wide when she felt small fingers slipping between her legs and finding her still throbbing clit.

“Is this…okay? I wanna try doing it to you,” Debbie asked in an excited whisper.

Nancy had just come, but Debbie had no way of knowing that. Nancy wanted to say no—felt like she should, anyway—but…she just couldn’t make herself, and simply nodded in acceptance instead. Debbie made her come again. Quite quickly in fact. Faster than she had ever made herself come.

That had been the beginning of their sexual adventure together, and it had only gotten better from there! As they explored these new experiences, they’d developed their love-making skills, leading to increasingly more intense orgasms.

By now, Nancy was familiar enough with her little sister’s body to know when she was close to coming, and she definitely was at the moment. Debbie’s hips rocked in time with the motion of Nancy’s hand. The younger girl stretched out her arms and dropped forward, apparently unable to keep holding herself up, but her butt was still in the air. She moaned into the blanket as Nancy toyed with her pussy.

Nancy wanted a taste, though. She paused her touches only long enough to roll Debbie over and finish pulling her pants and underwear off. With the younger girl now on her back with her legs spread, Nancy knelt once more and took her little sister with her mouth. Debbie squirmed and pushed her hips up eagerly. But when she came, Nancy didn’t let up. She kept licking and sucking intently until she’d given her sister a second toe-curling orgasm.

“Is that what you were looking for?” Nancy asked. She smiled playfully at Debbie, quickly peeling off her own clothes.

Debbie nodded, her face flushed. “Yeah,” she said between panting breaths.

Nancy crawled onto the bed and lay with her head on a pillow. She spread her legs invitingly, and Debbie wasted no time taking position between them. The young girl’s thigh pressed against Nancy’s center, and her lips quickly went to one nipple, releasing a wave of pleasure that washed over Nancy. She groaned and arched her back, moving her hips to intensify the electricity that sparked from her clit.

Nancy grabbed the girl’s ass and pulled Debbie into her. She rocked, grinding her pussy into her sister’s thigh, but she only managed a couple of thrusts before the little tease wiggled away, smiling and giggling. Before Nancy could protest, though, Debbie was already kneeling between her legs. Her sister’s tongue explored her pussy, swirling around her clit and delving deep into her vagina. Nancy bucked, gripping the blanket as each lick brought her closer to the edge.

Debbie was new to this. A bit clumsy and unsure. Still, she was learning quickly. The wonderful feelings that were coursing through Nancy’s body could easily attest to that fact.

“Oh, God, yes,” Nancy said when two fingers slipped inside her. Debbie began pumping them, slowly at first, then accelerating the rhythm, all along keeping her mouth on Nancy’s clit. That familiar sensation deep inside her quickly built up, reaching its climax before she knew what hit her. Nancy cried out, tangling her fingers in Debbie’s hair, and holding her in place as she rode out the aftershocks.

When Nancy finally released her, Debbie flopped down on the bed beside her and they rested for a while. Nancy looked up at the ceiling as her breathing slowly returned to normal. She loved that her sister, typically a little brat, also had this side to her. A pain in the ass most of the time, but when they were alone, she was a horny little sexpot who loved to get naughty with her big sister.

Nancy looked over at the clock and then at Debbie. “We still have time. Ready for round two?”

Debbie grinned. “Uh-huh. Can I sit on your face this time?”

***

SEVERAL DAYS LATER

Friday

The winter night air nipped at Nancy’s face and the snow crunched under her boots as she hurried home. She wasn’t quite late just yet, but she had stayed longer at her friend’s house than she had planned. It was all Trudy’s fault, really. Well, at least some of it was, anyway. Okay, damn it, it was probably mostly Nancy’s fault! She’d initiated the dirty talk, after all, and that had led to some hot and heavy making out. It hadn’t been the first time either, but usually, that was all that happened, steamy kisses with some touching relegated to the upper arms and back.

But tonight, as if by unspoken agreement, they’d explored further. Feeling up one another’s boobs through their clothes led to them falling back on the bed with Nancy on top. Hips ground together until they both shuddered, gasping against each other’s neck. They blushed and giggled, neither brave enough to comment on what they had just shared.

Thoughts of what had happened with her friend and where it may go in the future swirled around inside Nancy’s head as she pushed open the front door. Shedding her coat and boots, she made her way to the living room.

“I’m home,” Nancy announced as she crossed the living room and held her hands in front of the fireplace to warm them.

“Hi, honey,” her mother said. “Cass is downstairs with your sister. She’s been asking after you, so you should go say hi.”

Nancy smiled at the thought. “I will, Mom.” Her 10-year-old cousin Cassidy would be staying with them for a few days while Cass’s parents took a trip to Las Vegas that they had won in a radio contest. Nancy liked Cass, though they didn’t get to visit each other that often because they lived in different towns. More than that, though, what had made Nancy smile was that she knew that Cass had a bit of an infatuation with her. Not that it was a secret to anyone in her family, the way that Cass had always clung to her every time there was a family gathering.

Her cousin’s little crush was simply sweet and innocent. That’s how Nancy had viewed it, at least. Until just recently. Now, an intriguing question had come to her the night she heard that Cass would be visiting. It was an idea she’d never have had if she and Debbie hadn’t started fooling around, but… Now she had to wonder if Cass would be interested in crossing that line, too?

Her cousin was very cute, after all; Nancy had always thought so. She loved the way Cass’s blue eyes sparkled, and how she wore her blonde hair down past her shoulders—at least she did the last time Nancy had seen her. In light of recent events, she now also had to imagine how the pretty little girl would look like naked. How she’d look like as Nancy made her come.

The thought still filled her with that pleasant feeling as she hurried, trying not to be too obvious, toward the stairs leading down to the family room.

As soon as Nancy came down, Cassidy looked up from where she sat on the sofa next to Debbie and beamed brightly, jumping to her feet. Nancy grinned back, feeling excited tingles in her belly. God, Cass was even cuter than she remembered. She crossed the short distance in two easy strides and pulled her cousin into a hug.

“Hi, Cass. How are things?”

Nancy held the embrace, maybe a bit longer than customary, letting her hands caress Cass’s back. The scent of Cass’s shampoo touched her nostrils. Apple, perhaps? She should let go but, damn, it felt so nice to hold this little cutie in her arms. Nancy noticed Debbie looking at them, a knowing smirk on her face. Sure that her sister knew exactly what was going through her mind, Nancy felt the heat climbing up her neck and pulled back from Cass. She thought she saw the slightest shade of pink coloring her cousin’s cheeks.

For the rest of the evening, Nancy hung out with the younger girls. They talked, filling each other in on any news or juicy gossip that they may have missed since that last time they were together. Any chance she got, Nancy let her eyes wander over Cass’s body. She was so cute—no, hot— and Nancy caught herself undressing Cass in her mind more than once.

When bedtime rolled around, Nancy let her fingers gently trace the length of Cass’s arm as she said good night to the girls, the slight touch enough to send pleasurable shivers down her spine. Headed down the hall off the family room, she made a quick stop at the bathroom before going to her bedroom. She leaned her back against the door once it was closed and let out a soft moan. Her libido had sprung into high gear the moment she’d laid eyes on Cass, and it was still going strong.

Nancy pulled her top over her head and tossed it into the laundry basket. Unbuttoning her pants, she glanced at her reflection in the dresser mirror. Her breasts were covered by her pink bra, but it was the erect nipples poking against the material that caught her attention. How long had they been like that? Probably since she’d hugged Cass, she guessed, and that made her cheeks warm, along with other parts of her body. Had Cass noticed? She hoped so.

She chuckled to herself and pushed off her pants, kicking them aside. Nancy undid her bra and looked at herself in the mirror once again. She cupped her breasts, enjoying the sensations. The soft flesh and pointed nipples against her palm increased the arousal between her legs. She slid a hand downward, slipping into her underwear, and found wetness.

She watched herself in the mirror as she began to play with herself. The teen girl looking back at her in the reflection was flushed, light pink coloring her chest, neck, and cheeks. Her lips parted as she moaned softly. The fingers moving through her folds found her clit and her body jerked at the touch. Nancy rolled her hips and slipped a finger into her vagina. How could she be so fucking horny so quickly? The orgasm she had shared with Trudy hadn’t happened all that long ago. Yet, here she was, wet and throbbing with need. Had holding Cass done this to her? Well, whatever. She didn’t want to analyze it anymore, she just needed to come.

Peeling off her panties, she grabbed a large teddy bear that sat on a chair in the corner of the room. It was brown and fuzzy and had seen better days. Nancy plopped the stuffed toy onto the bed then straddled it. Her teddy bear looked up at her with glass eyes and a stitched mouth that was pulled up into a smile, as if it was looking forward to what was to come. Nancy certainly was.

She held the furry head and lowered herself onto it, pushing its snout into her sex. Nancy rocked her hips and adjusted her position until her swollen clit found the rigid piece of plastic that was the bear’s nose. Moaning, she watched herself ride the teddy bear’s face in the mirror. This wasn’t their first time. Far from it. The bear had been a present from when she was a year or two old. Nancy was 8 or so when she accidentally discovered that rubbing her pussy against the bear’s nose could cause such wonderful feelings which, after more experimenting, led to her first orgasm. And many more since then.

She could feel that a new climax wasn’t far away, in fact. That delicious pressure deep in her belly grew as she pictured Cass. Tried imagining her naked. God, if only. Nancy pinched a nipple, rolling it between her thumb and forefinger. She studied the mirror, becoming more and more aroused as she watched herself ride her furry friend. Her breaths became fast and shallow. Hips moving faster still. Erotic images of Cass, memories of humping Trudy to orgasm, and Debbie’s naughty knowing grin finally sent her over the edge. She squeezed her eyes shut as her body stiffened and exquisite pleasure raced through her.

Finally, she rolled off the bear and collapsed onto her bed. She lay there for some time, not opening her eyes until her breathing had calmed. It had been so intense, and she wasn’t sure if she had screamed or not. She’d definitely felt the need to. It had been a few minutes, though, and no one was knocking on her door to check on her, so it seemed she’d been quiet enough. She sighed in relief.

With the last shadows of pleasure fading away, she collected her teddy bear and kissed its nose. The taste of her arousal touched her lips and she giggled. “You’re such a lucky bear,” she told the stuffed toy, placing it back on the chair until it was needed again. Pulling on a clean pair of panties, Nancy crawled into bed and turned off the light. Sleep claimed her quickly and she dreamed of naughty fantasies starring her sexy younger cousin.

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SATURDAY

A full bladder woke Nancy. The long sliver of sunlight that peeked around the curtain and streaked the wall told Nancy it was morning, and it was time to get up, lest she make a mess in her bed. Groggily, she threw the covers back and stood, and as was her custom, she headed down the hall in only her blue panties.

She froze in place when her foggy brain registered the presence of someone else in front of the bathroom door. Nancy had forgotten that she wasn’t alone in the basement today and that the two other girls might also need the bathroom. At this moment, it was sexy young Cassidy.

Nancy stood there topless for a moment and probably would have remained so if it wasn’t for the stiffening of her nipples making her a little embarrassed. She quickly covered herself with an arm but not before Cass had gotten an eyeful.

“Jeez, Cass. You scared the crap out of me,” she said with a nervous chuckle.

“Sorry, I n-needed to pee,” Cass stammered.

Nancy held out an arm toward the bathroom. “After you,” she said before the situation became any more awkward. When Cass closed the door behind her, Nancy breathed a sigh and dashed back to her room.

“Holy crap!” she muttered to herself. It had been a quick glance, but she was sure that Cass had checked her out. A good sign, she thought. Nancy pulled on a T-shirt and stepped back into the hall as the bathroom door opened. She smiled and gave Cass a friendly squeeze on her shoulder as she brushed past and into the bathroom. It had been a simple touch, but it affected her, nonetheless. Her stomach fluttered and her heart seemed to beat a bit quicker.

Cass and Debbie were sitting at the breakfast table when Nancy entered the kitchen. She greeted her mother, who was preparing eggs and bacon, with a kiss on the cheek. Filling a glass with orange juice, she turned to the table and caught Cass’s eyes. Nancy smiled and gave her cousin a wink. Pink touched the younger girl’s cheeks. As she passed behind Cass toward her chair, Nancy couldn’t help but reach out and let her fingertips gently run across her cousin’s back, from one shoulder to the other. The touch made Nancy tingle with excitement, and she wondered if it did the same to Cass.

They chatted as they ate, then cleared the table when they were done. Nancy had planned to hang out with Cass and Debbie, but once they made it downstairs it looked like the girls were going to be playing with Barbies. Not really her thing.

Nancy glanced out the window as she headed for her room. The sun was shining, and it glinted off the freshly fallen snow. Taken by sudden inspiration, she turned back to the girls and suggested they all go sledding instead. Cass and Debbie eagerly agreed and the three of them bundled up and made their way to the hill.

The afternoon went by quickly. They raced each other down the hill, then built a snowman when they began to tire from climbing the hill after each run. A snowball fight broke out soon after and Nancy found herself outnumbered when Cass and Debbie joined forces, finally falling to her knees in surrender.

Nancy yelped when Debbie jumped on her and they tumbled back into the snow. When Cass approached a moment later, laughing, Nancy reached out and pulled the girl into the tussle, right on top of her. Surely that would look innocent enough, but the truth was she’d wanted to feel Cass’s body against her. And God, did she feel it! As Cass fell, her thigh somehow slipped between Nancy’s legs and pressed right against her sex. Nancy had to stifle a moan.

It was unlikely that Cass knew what she was doing to Nancy at that moment, triggering that familiar pull low in her belly, yet as Nancy lay still for what seemed like ever, staring back into those surprised eyes, it seemed that they also twinkled with…something else.

“Are you going to kiss?” Debbie interrupted.

“What? No!” Cass sputtered.

Just like that, the moment was over, but Nancy wasn’t ready to let it go just yet. As if by instinct, she found herself leaning up and kissing Cass, just as her sister had asked. It was just a quick peck, but it felt nice, and it left her wanting more.

Figuring that trying to make out with Cass right now was not a great idea, she rolled her cousin onto her back and tickled her instead, making a joke of it all. She pounced on Debbie as well to give her some payback for cutting short their moment, and soon the three of them were laughing and rolling around in the snow, tickling each other as best they could through their thick winter clothes. Nancy was reasonably certain that Cass had copped a feel of her boobs at one point, and fervently hoped the girl would want to do more of that later.

When they’d had their fill of outdoor wintery fun, they began to head back. All their pants were soaked from the snow, and were growing cold and uncomfortable now that the commotion had died down. Coats and boots were shed when they arrived home, and Debbie went off to her room on the main floor to get dry clothes while Nancy and Cass headed downstairs to change.

“I may need a crowbar to get these jeans off,” Cass said, popping the button.

Nancy froze, her vaginal muscles clenching at the opportunity presenting itself. “Let me help,” she offered with a grin, moving hastily before the moment was lost. She knelt in front of her cousin and unzipped the girl’s wet pants, then hooked her fingers in the waistbands of both jeans and panties, and with a firm yank, pulled them over Cass’s hips and to her thighs.

The T-shirt Cass wore was long enough to hide her sex from view, but Nancy remedied that situation with a gentle push that sent Cass plopping back onto the sofa with a yelp.

“Is your shirt wet, too?” she asked after she had finished ridding Cass of her jeans and panties.

Cass nodded and Nancy felt the hem of her T-shirt. Sure enough, it was soaked from being tucked into the jeans. Standing, Nancy pulled the garment up and Cass lifted her arms without hesitation to let her take it off entirely.

Glancing down at her cousin’s body, Nancy swallowed. Cass was now completely naked, save for a pair of socks, and she was just as hot and sexy as Nancy had imagined. Her lust practically boiling, it was all Nancy could do not to go down on the girl right then and there.

Noticing some redness on Cass’s thighs, Nancy sensed another tempting opportunity. “Your legs are red from the cold, let me warm them,” she offered, kneeling down again. Laying her hands on her cousin’s thighs sent a rush of warmth in her lower body, despite the coolness of Cass’s flesh. Slowly, she began rubbing the girl’s legs, the friction warming their skin. How far did she dare go? Cass was naked, and so far, didn’t seem to mind staying that way. Maybe Nancy could move her hands just a bit higher

As if reading Nancy’s thoughts, Cass spread her legs a little, putting her bald pussy on display. Nancy couldn’t help grinning as she took in the sight, her mouthwatering. Surely this was an invitation. Slowly, she slid her hands up the inside of Cass’s thighs. The thought of touching her cousin’s sex stirred the fire between her own legs.

Suddenly, the door to the family room opened and Debbie came bounding down the stairs. Instinctively, Nancy jerked her hands away and stood up. Damn it! So close, she thought. She gave Cass a meek smile and hurried to her room.

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Nancy’s intent had been to quickly change, and she’d gone so far as to take off her wet clothes, now lying in a heap in her laundry basket. But now, once again she stood naked in front of her mirror, her clit craving attention, all because of her sexy young cousin. She could wait until bedtime when she could take her time, but she wasn’t sure that she could stand to wait until then. Or she could rub out a quick one. She was sure it wouldn’t take long.

Making the easy decision, Nancy flopped onto the bed and spread her legs. She found her clit and began to rub it with abandon, all the while picturing Cass’s naked body.

“Oh fuck,” she moaned.

Increasing the tempo, she rolled her head to the side and spied her teddy bear sitting in its usual place. Its unseeing eyes seemed to be judging her. Maybe it was jealous that its nose wasn’t buried in her pussy right now. “Sorry, pal. Next time,” she whispered just as the orgasm hit her. She threw her head back and opened her mouth in a silent cry of release.

Once recovered, she pulled on shorts and a tee then strolled into the family room to join the girls. The wood stove was going, making the room toasty warm. Cass and Debbie had also chosen to wear shorts.

“You guys up for some Uno before supper?” Nancy asked.

“Sure,” Debbie replied while Cass nodded her agreement.

The three of them sat cross-legged on the floor in a loose circle, far enough apart to keep their cards hidden, but close enough that Nancy could let her fingers roam teasingly up the length of Cass’s back and over her thigh. She heard her younger cousin inhale a sharp breath at one touch that caused her whole body to twitch. Nancy smiled to herself, wondering just how far Cass would let her go.

As they all sat at the supper table a while later, Nancy tried to behave herself, but it was difficult with her cousin sitting right next to her. All she wanted was to run her hands all over the girl’s body. As they ate and talked, Debbie recounting their adventures on the snow-covered hill, Nancy took the risk to reach under the table and touch Cass’s thigh. She had to stifle a laugh when Cass jerked and a blush reddened her cheeks. Sliding her hand further up, her finger slipped under the leg hem of Cass’s shorts. Eyes growing wide, the girl shot her an alarmed look that Nancy could only read as Are you crazy?

Nancy withdrew her hand a moment later and grinned mischievously at her younger cousin, happy with the reaction she’d got. They all chatted for a while, then Nancy and the girls helped in the kitchen with clean-up after their meal was done. When her mother thanked them for their help and shooed them away, Nancy led them back to the family room where they carried on with their card game. Once again Nancy sat close to Cass, and she could tell the girl was enjoying the nearness as well. If only they had a little more privacy.

“You guys want to watch a movie?” Nancy asked, getting an idea.

“Can we watch Frozen 2?” Debbie asked with a big smile on her face.

Nancy groaned. “Again? You’ve seen it a hundred times, I’m sure.”

“I haven’t seen it yet!” Cass added.

Nancy grimaced and sighed. “Fine. Frozen it is. Why don’t you two get into your nightclothes and I’ll make us some popcorn?”

The girls agreed and Nancy hurried to the kitchen to get their snack. Grabbing a bag of microwave popcorn, she tossed it into the machine, then poured three glasses of Coke. A short time later, Nancy returned to the family room with a tray of refreshments. Cass and Debbie were sitting on the sofa, Debby in her PJs and Cass wearing an oversized tee that came to mid-thigh. The sight of the girl’s bare legs made her grin.

“That looks comfortable,” Nancy said. “I think I’ll change too.” Setting the tray down, she hurried off to her room to change. She was going to have some fun with her cute little cousin tonight, that much was for sure. Just how far she would go was yet to be determined, but Nancy decided to improve her odds by wearing something sexy. She quickly stripped and went to her dresser, pulling out a light blue tank top and a pair of matching blue panties. Once dressed, she checked herself out in the mirror. “What do you think?” she asked, turning to the stuffed bear. “I’d do me. Wouldn’t you? Of course you would, and you might get your chance later.” She giggled and left the room.

As Nancy walked into the family room, Cass trailed off mid-sentence in whatever she’d been telling Debbie. The girl’s eyes widened as her gaze locked on to Nancy’s exposed midriff for a rather long while before she finally looked up. Nancy gave Cass a crooked grin when they made eye contact, then she squatted in front of the shelves holding the DVDs. It only took her a moment to locate the movie, plop it into the machine, and switch on the TV.

Cass had sat on one end of the sofa with Debbie on the other, leaving plenty of space for Nancy in the middle. Of course, Nancy had no intention of leaving any space between herself and her sexy cousin. She sat right next to Cass then stretched to hit the light switch, leaning toward the girl as she did so. Her movements pulled the material of her tank taut across her breasts while simultaneously bringing them much closer to Cass’s face. She didn’t miss how her cousin looked pointedly to where an erect nipple was noticeable through the fabric, and she thought Cass might even have licked her lips.

“Like what you see?” Nancy asked in a hushed voice as the room darkened.

Cass opened her mouth as if to speak then snapped it shut. Nancy grinned to herself then settled into her spot on the sofa, her bare thigh touching Cass’s.

They sat in silence for a while, watching the movie and munching on popcorn. The warmth from the woodstove was pleasant but not as pleasant as the heat that was building between Nancy’s legs. It was time to make a move. Now or never. Besides, Nancy was fairly certain that Cass would be receptive to her advances. Cautiously, she reached over and placed a hand on her cousin’s knee. The skin was soft and smooth, so nice to touch, and Cass didn’t protest. In fact, Cass seemed quite happy with the attention, judging by the subtle sound of a quick, excited breath. Nancy was going to take this as a good sign and hopefully as unspoken permission to do more.

“Do you think she’s pretty?” Nancy asked in a soft whisper.

“Huh? Who?” Cass asked.

Nancy nodded at the screen. “Elsa. Do you think she’s pretty?”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

“I bet the rumors are true.”

“What rumors?”

“That she’s a lesbian,” Nancy said. She moved her hand then, letting it travel slowly up to Cass’s thigh. “I bet she’s even fooled around with Anna.”

Cass turned to look at her in utter shock. “They’re sisters.”

Nancy shrugged. “True, but it doesn’t mean they didn’t.” She chuckled, knowing full well how intimate sisters could get.

She began caressing the girl’s leg from mid-thigh to knee and back again in a slow deliberate manner. The somewhat innocent touching was getting to Nancy, her pulse thumping in her ears. She desperately wanted to go further. With the next upward stroke, she moved higher than before, grazing Cass’s inner thigh. She repeated the movement. Down and up, down, and up, until she felt the skin beneath her fingertips quiver.

Cass’s breath was soft but ragged, telling Nancy all she needed to know about the girl’s condition. On the next upward pass, she brushed her fingers against the hem of Cass’s panties and paused there for a moment before sliding up to her hip. This was the moment. This was what she’d been yearning to do all day. Confidently, she slipped her hand down and cupped the younger girl’s pussy.

The fabric was wet. Nancy smiled to herself, reveling in the thought that she was the one who had made this little girl all wet. Of course, her own underwear was just as damp, if not more so, and her clit was demanding attention. She was as turned on as she’d ever been, but it wasn’t her own sex that she was most interested in at that moment. Moving her hand, she used the tip of her middle finger to apply pressure up Cass’s slit and to her clit. Nancy had no sooner touched that sensitive spot than her cousin’s pelvis thrust upward, her body stiffening as she gripped the sofa cushion tight. Holy crap! She’d made Cass come with just a touch!

She was feeling very proud of herself at that moment, and watching her little cousin climax was such a turn-on. When Cass finally came down from her orgasmic high and turned to look at her, Nancy gave her a big smile, then turned her attention back to the movie for appearances’ sake. She had no intention of stopping their game, though, continuing to trace little circles over Cass’s clit with a finger. She wondered as they sat there if Cass would be brave enough to return the touch. She hoped she would, and her clit most assuredly hoped so as well! Soon enough, Nancy had her answer when a hand timidly touched her thigh. It moved slowly at first, not traveling far from where it had landed, but soon Cass became bolder and her hand journeyed closer and closer to Nancy’s wanting pussy.

Nancy held her breath in anticipation. It would only be a matter of seconds before she felt her younger cousin’s hand on her sex. But just as it was about to happen, the sound of the family room door opening and someone descending the stairs made them jump. Quickly, they both withdrew their hands and adjusted their position on the sofa.

“Is the movie almost over, girls? It’s getting late,” Nancy’s mom asked.

“Just about, Mom. Five minutes or so,” Nancy replied.

“Okay then.” Her mom picked up the tray with the empty popcorn bowl and glasses. “Goodnight, girls,” she said, then headed back up the stairs.

The close call had given Nancy a bit of a scare. Cass probably felt the same, judging by the very uncomfortable look on her face. What a way to ruin the moment.

In any case, the movie was ending now, anyway. Nancy stood as the credits began to roll and switched off the TV. “Night, you two,” she said with a stretch and a yawn, then headed off to her room, deeply frustrated that their fun had been cut short right at that crucial moment.

***

Nancy pulled off her clothes as soon as her door was closed. Naked, she sat on the bed and looked at her stuffed fuck buddy. She was wet and horny as hell. Of that, there was no doubt. The memories of what had happened on the sofa with Cass swirled through her mind, fueling her horniness. She could rub one out, let her bear make her come then drift off to sleep. But she didn’t. It took some effort, though, but she could guess that Cass was probably in the same state, and that presented the enticing possibility of them carrying on with their play.

Flopping back on the bed, Nancy stared at the ceiling, contemplating how to proceed. She lay there for quite a while thinking, as she mindlessly toyed with her clit. Could she simply go to Cass and ask her if she wanted to come to her bed and have sex? No. She couldn’t be that direct. Besides, it was probably too late now, and Cass wouldn’t feel like it anymore, or she could be sound asleep already.

“Fuck me,” she whispered. Disappointment washed over her, quelling any desire to masturbate.

Nancy stood and pulled on her underwear and a sleep shirt, then headed to the bathroom. When she had finished, she stepped into the hall and found herself peering into the family room, where Cass and Debbie were sleeping. The light from the bathroom was just enough to show that Cass was in fact awake and looking in her direction.

Nancy’s heart rate quickened at the realization that she still had an opportunity. Without giving it any more thought, she crossed the room and knelt next to Cass.

“Can’t sleep?” she whispered.

“Not really.”

“Is it because of what happened? Did I upset you? Scare you?”

“Yes, it’s that, but you didn’t upset me or scare me.” She was barely able to make out Cass’s smile. “I really liked what happened.”

“Oh?” Nancy paused for a long moment, trying to find the right thing to say. Her heart pounded in her chest. “I can’t sleep either…because of that.” She glanced over at where Debbie was sleeping, not wanting to wake her sister up. “Do you want to come to my room and…um…talk?”

Cass didn’t respond immediately, and Nancy feared she had said the wrong thing and tried to backpedal.

“It’s okay if you don’t,” she said as she stood.

“I do,” Cass was quick to reply this time.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

When Cass was out from under the covers, Nancy took her hand and promptly led her down the hall to her room.

Closing her bedroom door, Nancy crawled onto the bed and lay down on her side, then patted a spot next to her. Quickly, the younger girl joined her, stretching out in the same manner. They lay there, facing each other, resting on elbows, remaining silent for several moments. Nancy smiled, knowing she would need to make the first move. Casually, she reached over and caressed Cass’s upper arm.

“I’m glad you liked what happened. I did, too,” Nancy said softly, then chuckled. “I didn’t mean for it to go that far, though. To make you come.”

Cass blushed and had to look away. “I…I…didn’t mind at all,” she stammered. “I was kinda hoping you would touch me…like that.”

“Yeah? Has anyone ever touched you like that before?” Nancy asked.

“No. No one.”

Nancy’s hand wandered from Cass’s shoulder to her hip. The excitement inside her grew, knowing she would be Cass’s first, if things went that way.

“Do you touch yourself? Your pussy?” she asked and continued before Cass could respond. “I do it most nights, but it feels so much better when someone else does it.”

Cass gave her a funny look and Nancy wondered what the girl might be thinking.

“What?” Nancy said, one eyebrow raised. “Didn’t my touching you feel better than doing it yourself?”

“Yeah,” Cass admitted, chuckling. The blush returned to her cheeks.

Deciding to make her move, Nancy scooted a bit closer, her hand now running the length of the girl’s thigh, and leaned in close. “I’d like to kiss you now. Would that be…okay?”

Cass slowly nodded, eyes locked with Nancy’s, unblinking.

Leaning forward, Nancy parted her lips slightly and brushed against Cass’s. Her cousin’s lips were soft and warm, but her mouth remained closed. Clearly, Nancy would have to lead. She brought her hand to the back of Cass’s head and lightly tangled her fingers in the girl’s hair. Slipping her tongue out, she teased Cass’s lips with it.

A low moan escaped Cass’s throat, and she opened her mouth to welcome Nancy. Soon, their tongues were dancing and twirling together, Cass quickly on her way to becoming a great kisser.

When they paused for breath, Nancy gently pushed Cass onto her back. She trailed her hand across her cousin’s shoulder, her chest, down to the hem of her shirt. “Can I take this off you?” she asked, tugging at the garment.

Cass suddenly looked nervous. She brought a hand to her belly, pinning her shirt in place.

Sensing her cousin’s reluctance, Nancy flashed a reassuring smile. She was perfectly happy to lead by example. Sitting up, she swiftly pulled her top off, then lay back, lifted her hips, and peeled off her panties. She posed for a moment, feeling like the sexiest girl in the world as Cass stared in awe at her naked body. Excited tingles spread over her skin as she watched the girl’s eyes, first drawn to her breasts, then down to the trimmed patch of curls just above her slit.

As much as she relished the attention, Nancy was also dying to see her cousin in all her nude glory. “How about now?” she asked, reaching again for the shirt.

“Okay,” Cass whispered, sounding still a little shy, but more decisive now. She took her hand away and sat up, allowing Nancy to pull her top off.

Nancy gave Cass a soft push so that she lay back down, then began caressing her flat chest, pausing at a nipple and playing with it for a moment. Her mouth suddenly dry, she had to swallow before she could speak. “You’re very sexy,” she said. She almost couldn’t believe that she had this little beauty in her bed, and seemingly amenable to all the dirty things she had in mind.

Cass raised an eyebrow. “Sexy? I don’t have any boobs yet.”

“You will one day, and yes, you’re sexy,” Nancy replied as she leaned down and softly kissed a nipple. She sucked on it gently and let her tongue explore the tiny peak, delighting in how it felt in her mouth, and in Cass’s groans in response.

She slid a hand down across Cass’s belly and cupped her panty-clad pussy, just like she had done on the sofa. Cass immediately pushed her hips up in reaction.

“Mmm, you’re wet,” Nancy cooed, “I’ll need to take these off you, too.”

Cass lifted herself up onto her elbows to watch as Nancy gently pulled the underwear down her legs then threw it aside. Nancy couldn’t help grinning as she studied her young cousin’s body, now as naked as she was. Her gaze was inevitably drawn to Cass’s smooth exposed pussy, looking as delicious as can be.

She felt Cass tremble as she pushed the girl’s thighs apart, and glanced up at her. “You okay?”

At Cass’s nod, Nancy began caressing her inner thighs, slowly moving her hand up over the smooth skin until she reached the younger girl’s pussy. She took a few seconds to admire her prize close up. She’d been lusting after it ever since Cass got here, and now she could finally give in to her heart’s desire.

Nancy grazed Cass’s clit with her thumb, smiling as her cousin’s whole body jerked in response. She toyed with the sensitive bud for just a moment or two, not wanting to make Cass come too soon. Tracing a line down through the slick folds with a finger, she circled the entrance before letting it slip inside the snug vagina.

Cass fell back onto the bed, moaning and clutching fistfuls of sheets. Nancy grinned. She knew from earlier that Cass could come very quickly, and she was pretty sure the girl wasn’t too far off now. Her own pussy was demanding attention as well—God, she couldn’t be more turned on—but first things first. She adjusted her position to bring her face down to Cass’s sweet pussy. Nancy began licking from entrance to clit, explored her folds with gusto, then dipped into her vagina as far as she could. It was wonderful, the smooth walls warm and wet around her tongue, the taste erotic. A couple of thrusts with her tongue then she went back up to Cass’s clit. Just a few flicks were all it took to drive Cass wild, pushing her hips up as Nancy sucked on her sensitive clit, her fingers tangling in Nancy’s hair to hold her in place.

When Cass went rigid, Nancy held her tight. She gently kissed and licked Cass’s sex, the girl moaning with a hand over her mouth, until finally Cass relaxed and released her hair. Nancy crawled up beside her cousin and they exchanged a sweet kiss, wrapping their arms around each other.

“Are you okay?” Nancy asked softly.

“Yeah. Nobody’s ever…”

“Licked you?” Nancy finished the sentence for her. “Did you like it?”

Cass nodded vigorously. “Uh-huh.”

Nancy grinned. Fooling around with her little cousin was just as hot as she’d imagined, if not more so! Now, she was the one desperately needing release, though. Rolling onto her back, she spread her legs, pulling Cass on top of her so that the younger girl’s legs fell between her own. Grabbing Cass’s butt, Nancy pulled her close, grinding their pelvises together.

“Roll your hips, rub your pussy on mine,” Nancy whispered as she began to do the same.

Cass did as asked, a little awkwardly at first, but soon found a rhythm that worked for them both. Wonderful sensations coursed through Nancy as their movements quickened. She moaned, her hands digging into Cass’s butt cheeks, urgently pulling her in.

Their juice-slickened pussies mashed together. Nancy’s clit throbbed with pleasure, needing more and more. Cass’s hands gripped Nancy’s shoulders, and she buried her face into the crook of Nancy’s neck as she thrust wildly.

“Don’t stop,” Nancy panted, “I’m gonna come.”

The feeling of Cass on top of her, grinding her pussy against hers was beyond hot. They were both panting and grunting now. Nancy held tight to that cute little ass, and her orgasm hit just a few seconds later. Her whole body stiffened, and she buried her face into Cass’s shoulder, crying out her release. A couple more thrusts and Cass was sent over the precipice too, joining her in ecstasy.

They lay still for a time, their rapid breathing the only sound in the room. Nancy held Cass as the girl rested on top of her, listening to her breath slowly returning to normal. She felt a small hand reach out and caress one of her breasts, playing with the stiff nipple. Nancy’s eyes fluttered open, and she made a sleepy noise but didn’t protest.

She watched as Cass adjusted her position and hesitantly brushed her lips across a nipple. Nancy sucked in a breath, the post-climax daze instantly evaporating. She remained still, curious about what her cousin would do. Cass kissed her nipple some more, then slipped out her tongue to give it a few licks, sending renewed pleasure through Nancy’s body. She moaned, resting a hand on the back of Cass’s head.

“That feels nice,” Nancy said huskily, “don’t stop. Do what you want to me.”

Nancy had just had a mind-numbing orgasm, but a twinge from her clit told her that her body was ready for more. Besides, Cass had come, what, three times this evening already? What a horny little thing her cousin turned out to be!

She felt Cass slide a hand down her side and over her belly, pausing for a moment to play with her curls. Nancy bit her lip in anticipation, until finally the hand slipped further down to her sensitive pussy, the fingers splaying into a V to spread and tease her labia.

“Yes!” Nancy hissed.

Cass stroked up and down her slit for several moments. Nancy’s breath rasped as she quivered beneath Cass’s touch. Finding her entrance, the girl slipped her middle finger in and pushed in deep, eliciting a groan from Nancy. It felt so damn good, but she wanted more. As if reading her mind, Cass slipped a second finger in and began pumping. Nancy thrust her hips up to meet Cass’s movements.

“Faster,” Nancy croaked. Catching her cousin’s hand, she guided her to the quicker pace she craved.

Nancy clutched the bed sheets as Cass finger fucked her with vigor, surrendering to the ever-growing pleasure. Just a minute or two of this, and she was sure Cass was going to make her come. But then the fingers suddenly withdrew from her needy pussy.

Nancy stared at her cousin in disbelief. “No,” she whimpered, shaking her head, “don’t stop.”

Cass met her gaze with determination. “I want to lick you,” she said, her shyness gone.

Nancy’s heart rate, already hammering after what Cass had been doing to her, kicked up another notch. “Oh…okay. But only if you want to,” she panted.

“I do.” Cass knelt between Nancy’s legs, her face only a couple of inches from her pussy. She paused for a moment to examine it.

Cass’s breath on Nancy’s sex was sweet torture, and it took the girl an agonizingly long time to get started—or so it seemed to Nancy, turned on as she was—but finally, the tip of a tongue grazed her folds, hesitated for a second, then pushed in.

Yes! Nancy exulted, her nerves on fire. After the slow start, Cass was now eagerly exploring her cunt, and Nancy purred appreciatively. When Cass found the entrance to her vagina and probed it, she felt her muscles contract around the invading tongue. Nancy squirmed, enjoying the delicious sensation for a moment. But as good as that felt, she yearned to have Cass on her clit even more. Reaching out, she gently guided her cousin to the right spot and gasped loudly when Cass began to play with her swollen bud.

“God, yes,” Nancy moaned

That seemed to encourage Cass, who decided to take the sensitive clit between her lips and suck on it. Nancy moaned again, louder, as Cass began to switch between licking and sucking her pussy. Nancy’s hips bucked on their own and her fingers tightened in Cass’s hair. The waves of pleasure crested higher and higher until once again, Nancy was consumed by a tremendous orgasm.

“Yes, yes, yes…Fuuck!” Nancy had to fight to keep her voice low. She held Cass’s head in place as she pushed her pelvis up in the girl’s face, her body quivering and jerking for long moments before finally relaxing.

Once she could move again, Nancy beckoned Cass to come up then kissed her passionately. “That was…wow!” she said with a broad grin. “Are you sure you’ve never done that before?”

“No. Never.”

“Well, you’re a natural.”

“You’re pretty good at it too,” Cass said with a giggle.

Nancy smiled mischievously. “Practice makes perfect, I guess,” she replied, then pushed Cass onto her back, slipping a hand between her legs as she kissed her again.

***

SUNDAY

Nancy watched the pale pre-dawn light chase away the darkness as she replayed in her mind the wonderfully naughty things she and Cass had done the night before. After another round of orgasms, they had pulled the blankets over themselves and drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms. Nancy knew they couldn’t remain in bed like this much longer, so she gently nudged Cass’s shoulder. When the younger girl rolled onto her back and looked up at her, she was smiling brightly, probably thinking about the same things Nancy was.

“Good morning,” Nancy said.

“Morning,” Cass yawned, “what time is it?”

“Early.”

She snuggled into Nancy and closed her eyes. “Let’s go back to sleep then.”

Nancy chuckled and wrapped her in an embrace. “I would love to, but we can’t. You need to go back to your own bed before Debbie or anyone else wakes up.”

“Do I have to?” Cass whined into her neck.

“Yes,” she said. “The last thing we want is to get caught.”

“You’re right, I guess.” Reluctantly Cass pulled away and stretched. She threw the blankets back, but before she could get up, Nancy pushed her mouth against hers for one last, slow kiss. Cass melted in her arms, eagerly returning the kiss, even moaning into her mouth.

Nancy pulled away. “By the sound of that moan, you better get going. We don’t have time for another round.” She chuckled and pointed to the bedroom door.

Cass swatted her arm playfully and pouted. “You’re mean.”

“We still have tonight,” she said with a flirty wiggle of her eyebrows.

Cass beamed at the suggestion. “Okay then. See ya later.” She quickly gathered her panties and nightshirt then dressed before slipping out of Nancy’s bedroom.

Sighing contently, Nancy stretched and pulled the covers up around herself. She lay there thinking about what had happened that night, about all the delicious things she’d done with her cousin. It had been awesome. Maybe even better than what she and Debbie did when they were home alone. Not that her fun with her sister was lacking by any sense of the imagination. But with Cass, it just seemed…more special somehow. Of course, she’d never tell Debbie that. In fact, she wondered what Debbie would think if she knew what had happened between her and Cass. Nancy laughed softly. She’d probably want to play, too.

The idea of Debbie joining them stirred up not only some erotic images in her head, but also her libido. She rolled onto her side and spied her stuffed bear staring back at her knowingly as thoughts of Cass and Debbie exploring each other with tongues and fingers flashed in her mind.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” she whispered to the bear. Pulling the covers back she hopped out of bed just long enough to grab the bear from its spot. Instead of mounting it, as usual, she lay on her back and spread her legs. Nancy touched herself, running a finger through her folds. She was sticky with evidence of her earlier lovemaking. Her entrance, though, was dripping with a fresh pool of arousal. She drew some to her clit, making small circles with her fingers. After a moment, Nancy took the bear by the head and rubbed its furry face against her pussy, adjusting as needed until the plastic nose found its mark. Moaning softly, she knew she wouldn’t last long.

***

“Girls, your father and I are going to the city to visit the Hendersons today. Their daughter will be there and I can’t wait to meet her newborn!  We’ll be gone most of the day, so I trust you three can behave and not get into any trouble while we’re out?” Nancy and Debbie’s mother asked later that morning as they sat at the breakfast table.

“Uh-huh,” the three girls said in unison as they nodded. Nancy didn’t miss the sly little smile that crossed her sister’s lips just then. Cass must have seen it too, because her cheeks were turning pink.

Their mother narrowed her eyes and studied them with suspicion for a moment. “Good,” she said, not sounding entirely convinced of their sincerity. “Now, finish up. I want to clean up the mess before we leave.

***

Their parent’s car had no sooner pulled out of the driveway than Debbie came bounding down the steps to the family room.

“They’re gone!” Debbie announced as she pulled her T-shirt off. She wasn’t wearing anything else underneath.

Nancy and Cass turned toward her from where they were sitting together on the sofa. More precisely, Nancy was sitting on the sofa with Cass sitting sideways on her lap. They had been kissing and caressing each other.

“What are you doing?” Nancy asked her little sister, raising an eyebrow. Not that she really needed to ask. She knew exactly what Debbie was thinking, and the thought made her pussy even wetter than it already was.

“Getting naked,” she said with an implied duh! “We’re gonna have sex, right? The three of us.”

Nancy swallowed. “Um…” she said, glancing at Cass. Her cousin looked shocked by Debbie’s bluntness, but her mouth soon pulled into a grin as she looked at the naked 8-year-old.

“You do stuff with your sister? Like what we did?” The question was directed at Nancy, but Cass never took her eyes off Debbie, who had begun diddling herself while she waited for the older girls.

Nancy nodded slowly, her heart rate speeding up from both fear and excitement. She wasn’t too worried that Cass would tell on them, since she’d have to tell on herself as well. But what if Cass was turned off by two sisters fooling around, or if Debbie was too young for her? “Well…yeah. Um, sometimes.”

“I kinda figured that.” Cass stood and took a couple of steps toward Debbie. “She said something about you being good at licking pussy earlier this morning, and that we”—she pointed at the three of them— “could have fun together later.”

“Oh, she did, did she?” Nancy said, the unease fading away. “You’re okay with that, then? Debbie and me…”

Cass shrugged. “Yeah. Whatever,” she said then pushed her pants down her legs.

That had gone way better than Nancy had feared. And now it sounded like they were in for a wild time. “Let’s go to my room, then,” she said, grinning. “And bring your clothes, just in case we need to get dressed in a hurry.”

The naked girls scooped up their clothes and all three of them headed to the bedroom. Debbie and Cass climbed onto the bed as Nancy paused to shut the door. They watched her, each with a wide smile on her face, Debbie already caressing Cass’s leg.

The two of them looked so damn sexy sitting there. Nancy could feel her arousal boiling over. If sex with one of these girls was already amazing, what would it be like with the two of them at once?

“Are you going to get naked too?” Cass asked.

“Huh? Oh, yeah.” Nancy chuckled and quickly undressed.

“How do we do it with three people?” Debbie asked as Nancy sat at the foot of the bed.

“I’m not sure,” Nancy said, “I’ve never done a threesome before. Why don’t you two start with some kissing or something.”

“Okay!” Debbie replied eagerly, turning to face Cass.

As the two young girls’ mouths met, Nancy instinctively licked her own lips. The kiss was tentative at first, then grew in passion as the pair became comfortable with each other. Cass was the first to bring her hands up to caress the back of her partner, then as if by unspoken agreement, they fell back onto the bed, Cass on her back with Debbie on top. They continued to kiss as Cass’s hands roamed, not stopping until they were cupping Debbie’s cute ass.

Nancy smiled as she watched. Her clit throbbed, demanding attention. Nancy touched herself, gently toying with the hyper-sensitive bud, but not going all out just yet. As nice as an orgasm would be, she didn’t want to rush things. She was enjoying the show so far, like something out of her wildest dreams, and was eager to see where things would go.

A groan drew Nancy’s attention back to the action. She wasn’t sure which girl had made it. Debbie was moving against Cass now, rocking and thrusting her hips. Cass’s eyes were closed, her lips parted. She still held firm to Debbie’s ass, pulling the younger girl down with each thrust, grinding their pussies together.

Nancy adjusted her position for a better view. The lovers’ movements and breathing had quickened, and the erotic sounds of grunts and moans filled the air. Nancy pinched at a nipple with one hand and fingered herself with the other as she watched. Damn this was hot, and she couldn’t wait to join in.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Debbie squealed. Her small body shuddered then stilled. A moment later, she rolled off her cousin and onto the bed.

“That was a quick come,” Nancy said with a chuckle. “You must’ve been really horny.”

“I was horny as soon as Mom said they were going out for the day.”

“I bet.” Nancy knew just how easily her little sister could become aroused. “But I don’t think Cass came. Did you, Cass?” Nancy continued turning her attention to her cousin.

Cass’s skin was flushed, either from embarrassment at the question, or simply arousal. Maybe both. “No, but that’s okay,” she replied.

“No, it’s not,” Nancy huffed. “Deb, you need to finish what you started.”

Debbie opened her eyes and, without further prompting, rolled back on top of Cass. But instead of rubbing their pussies together again, Debbie slid downward until her face was where her pussy had been.

“Oh my!” Cass gasped when Debbie’s tongue eagerly moved the length of her slick folds.

“Slow down, Deb. We have lots of time,” Nancy said. Leaning in, she kissed Cass, quickly slipping her tongue past the younger girl’s lips. Cass moaned into her mouth, though likely more from the actions of Debbie’s tongue than Nancy’s.

Cass seemed to be having trouble concentrating on the kiss, though, so Nancy withdrew and instead kissed her way down to her chest. Even though her cousin had yet to develop breasts, her little nipples still became delightfully stiff when Nancy teased them with her tongue. As she sucked on one, she tilted her head slightly to keep an eye on what Debbie was doing. The way that her sister was positioning her arm, she could be about to do only one thing. When Cass’s body jerked and she raised her hips, moaning loudly, Nancy knew she had guessed right. Debbie had pushed one or more fingers in Cass’s pussy.

Her little sister began pumping her arm while she kept sucking on the cunt before her. Nancy’s own pussy was throbbing as she watched Debbie fingering their cousin—surely one of the hottest things she’d ever seen. With one hand, she gave her clit some attention while she ran the other down her sister’s smooth back, over her ass, then between her butt cheeks. Taken by a deliciously naughty idea, she found the 8-year-old’s pucker, circled it for a moment, then pushed a fingertip inside.

Debbie’s head shot up from between Cass’s thighs. “What are you—”

“No! Don’t stop!” Cass’s plea cut her off.

Debbie hesitated for just a second, then gave Nancy a grin and returned to her cousin’s waiting pussy. Nancy eyed her finger, a knuckle deep in her sister’s ass. This was going to be one hell of a sexy day, and why not make it as wild as possible? She decided she needed to probe the girl’s ass a little deeper. But first she’d need something to ease the process. Debbie’s vagina proved to be an abundant source of slick arousal that quickly coated Nancy’s finger. Satisfied that it was now sufficiently lubed, she returned to Debbie’s bum and once again pushed a fingertip inside.

A twitch of her hips and a muffled grunt were Debbie’s only response to the intrusion into her ass. Nancy slowly pushed deeper, making Debbie groan into Cass’s pussy, which in turn caused Cass to moan and shudder. With the full length of her finger in Debbie’s rectum, Nancy pulled back slightly then slid back in. Debbie bucked, pushing back against Nancy’s finger but never taking her mouth from Cass’s cunt. She kept eagerly lapping and fingering her cousin’s pussy, as if driven on by what Nancy was doing to her.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Cass cried out as her orgasm gripped her.

Debbie’s ass clenched around Nancy’s finger as her body began to shake, seemingly hitting her own climax in chain reaction. When her little sister relaxed, Nancy carefully withdrew, and Debbie rolled onto her back beside Cass.

“Your finger was so far up my bum!” Debbie exclaimed.

“Did you like it?” Nancy asked. She smiled at Cass, who was now looking at her in wide-eyed disbelief.

“Yeah. It felt weird at first, but in a good way. And then it made me come,” Debbie said.

Finding her voice, Cass asked, “You fingered her ass?”

Nancy nodded. “Yeah. I mean. I’ve fingered my own. Haven’t you?”

“No!”

Moving to Cass’s other side, Nancy kissed her and caressed her belly. “You want to try?”

“Eww! No thanks,” Cass replied as she scrunched up her nose.

“That’s okay. How about another orgasm? Would you like that?” Nancy’s hand slid to Cass’s pussy and explored her wetness.

Cass grinned. “Always.”

“How about you, Deb? Think you can handle a third?”

Debbie nodded enthusiastically. “Uh-huh!”

“Good. You can sit on her face since you like doing that so much.”

“Sit where?” Cass asked.

“It’ll be great. You’ll see.” Nancy gave Cass another quick kiss then shuffled down to position herself where Debbie had been moments before. Cass’s pussy glistened with arousal and saliva, smelling sweet and beckoning Nancy to taste. And taste she did, with great zeal!

As Nancy sucked her cousin’s clit, Cass was doing the same to Debbie. The youngest girl was straddling Cass’s face, bracing herself against the wall as she rolled her hips. The sounds Cass and Debbie made as their pussies were licked and sucked only served to intensify Nancy’s own lustful need. It occurred to her that both of her young lovers had come at least once, but she hadn’t yet. She needed to do something about that.

Getting to her knees, Nancy positioned herself somewhat awkwardly between Cass’s legs, pushing their pussies together. Debbie looked back over her shoulder and smiled when Nancy gripped her hips for support. Nancy began moving against Cass, and electric jolts of immense pleasure shot from her core. Cass must have felt it as well, as a muffled groan came from between Debbie’s legs.

Nancy matched her sister’s rhythm, one of them humping Cass’s pussy, the other her mouth. Soon, all three of them were panting and moaning. Within moments, a wave of pure bliss crashed over Nancy, leaving her whole body shaking from the long-awaited orgasm. Loud cries from Cass, then Debbie, told her that the girls’ climaxes were not far behind hers.

She fell off Cass, taking Debbie with her, and lay there panting for a while as several aftershocks raked her body. She held her sister tight and could feel Debbie twitching from her own fading orgasm.

“Oh, wow,” Cass said with a ragged breath. “That was wild.”

Debbie nodded. “You did an awesome job licking my pussy, Cass. I had a real good come.”

Cass chuckled. “I’m happy you liked it.”

“Now,” Cass said, rolling onto her side and facing Debbie, “I think you and me need to give Nancy a good come or two more, ‘cause we’ve had a few already and she only had the one.”

“Okay!” Debbie agreed happily.

The two girls moved quickly, pushing Nancy’s legs wide and lying side by side between them. Cass pushed two fingers into Nancy’s vagina, pumping her fingers as she and Debbie took turns eagerly licking and sucking.

Nancy gripped the blanket tight and threw her head back, crying out as the two fingers plunged deep into her needy sex. The tag-team assault on her cunt was intense, and despite having just come, she wasn’t sure how long she would last. It turned out to be not very long at all, as within moments, her second orgasm of the day rushed over her. She bucked and stiffened before falling back onto the bed.

Soon, Debbie and Cass were by her side again and she kissed each of them. They all rested for some time, holding each other, at ease in comfortable silence. They still had lots of time and Nancy had every intention of pleasuring both her sister and cousin again. But for now, they were content to just cuddle, if only for a little while.

The End

2

A Christmas Wish

  • Posted on December 20, 2021 at 3:06 pm

By Amanda Lynn

Jolene Greer had a problem. She wanted to have sex…with a girl. For her, that was a problem, and the eight naked girls in the room with her were not helping matters any.

The shower at her school was a large open room with a dozen shower heads, divided evenly between opposing walls, and offering zero privacy. Jolene knew all these girls as they’d all been going to this school together for the past six years, and were all part of the school’s volleyball team. Today was the last day of school before the Christmas break, and Jolene had been seeing the other girls naked three days a week since September, and as time passed, she found herself looking forward to the after-practice showers.

Oh, man! Get a grip, Jolene! The 12-year-old scolded herself as she took one last inconspicuous peek at the naked wet bodies around her before turning to the wall. With a sigh, she stuck her head under the spray, enjoying its warmth. The tingly feeling between her legs was nothing new, beckoning for her to touch.

She fondly recalled the day, about two years before, when a new and exciting world was revealed to her thanks to a washing machine with an unbalanced load of towels. The machine had been thumping and banging as if possessed, and she figured she’d sit on it to keep it still. What she had not intended was for one corner of the vibrating appliance to press directly against her jeans-covered clit as she climbed on. She’d been momentarily stunned by the sudden sensation, and it had taken no more than 10 seconds to send poor, unsuspecting Jolene into a world of orgasmic bliss.

A twinge of pleasure shot from her clit, bringing her back to the present with a jolt. Opening her eyes, she glanced down and found her lather-covered hand between her legs, moving a bit slower than it should have been in this situation. Oh shit! She quickly moved her hand up. How long had she been doing that? Surely not long. She’d just been cleaning herself. Perfectly normal, right? Jolene glanced from left to right. The girls standing under the showers adjacent to her seemed not to have noticed.

Jolene quickly finished her shower, dressed, said goodbye to her teammates, and headed home. The walk was not far, but it gave her time to think. The incident with the washing machine had led her to some self-exploration in the privacy and comfort of her own bed. She’d touched herself, gently toying with her clit, experimenting until she’d found the perfect technique. That first intentionally-induced orgasm had already been amazing, but the following ones had just kept on improving as the days went by.

Arriving home, Jolene was surprised to find the door locked. Usually, her mother would be home by now, but it wasn’t that exceptional for her to be out either, so Jolene shrugged and retrieved the key from her backpack to let herself in. A note on the kitchen table informed her that her mother had gone to the grocery store and would return around 4. Her father, she knew, wouldn’t be home from work until at least 5:30. That meant she would have the house to herself for another hour.  Making her way to her room, she stripped out of her school clothes and sat on her bed.  “Best make use of this opportunity,” she said to the room, grinning to herself.

She flopped back and stared up at the ceiling, replaying what had happened in the school shower earlier. The familiar tingle between her legs was back in an instant and she let her hand slip beneath her underwear in answer to its call. Back in September, when Jolene had first joined the volleyball team, she’d been pretty nervous the first time she’d showered with all the other girls. They had all been a bit shy, really, but soon got used to each other’s nudity. Jolene noticed something else happening when the showers became routine, though, something she hadn’t expected. The tingle she felt in bed at night when she touched herself was happening in the shower when she looked at the other girls. Watching their wet, naked bodies excited her, made her want to touch herself. Being the smart girl that she was, it didn’t take long for Jolene to put two and two together and come up with Holy shit! I’m gay! Since then, thinking about her naked teammates had become a regular part of her fantasies when she masturbated, along with a favorite celebrity or two.

Now, she was swirling her fingers around her sensitive clit. Dipping through her folds down to her entrance, she brought fresh arousal back to her clit. Knowing she was home alone added an extra level of excitement to her fun. Feeling like she could really go wild, Jolene rubbed her pussy harder and faster, making no attempt to mask her sounds of pleasure in any way. She pictured the girls in the shower, groaning as she pushed the middle finger of her other hand into her vagina. Imagining that the finger belonged to some other girl pushed her over the edge. Her hips thrust skyward, and she cried out.

“Yes!” Her voice sounded very loud in her ears, but she didn’t care. The orgasm crashed over her, followed in quick succession by three lesser but equally pleasurable aftershocks. When it was over, Jolene let her body relax, lying still as her breathing slowly returned to normal. Damn, but that felt good, she thought. Thinking about another girl fingering her had really done the trick!

She badly wanted that to happen. She wanted to have sex with a girl. Over the past few months, the idea had taken root in her mind, and now she found herself thinking about it all the time.

She sighed, knowing it couldn’t happen. Both of her parents have made their views of homosexuality quite clear. Though their occasional bigotted comments had never been meant for her ears, she had heard them and understood all too well what would happen to her if she ever “turned gay.” Living in a very conservative town in a very conservative county didn’t help matters any.

Jolene glanced at the clock on her nightstand. The glowing red numbers read 3:35. She groaned as she got up and made her way to the bathroom. She needed to wash the smell of sex from her body before her parents got home. On her way, she made a silent wish, the same wish she’d made a hundred times before, for the chance to be with another girl, even if only for a short time. She sighed once again, knowing it wasn’t likely to come true.

***

Christmas Eve

Jolene couldn’t sleep. She was too excited for Christmas morning to come. Even hiding under the blankets with her iPhone and masturbating to videos of Wynter Storm, her new favorite lesbian porn star, hadn’t helped. Jolene had come twice already, which should have been enough to knock her out, but no. So, she lay there looking out the window, watching the moonlit snow slowly fall.

Jolene had accidentally found the porn site featuring numerous lesbian videos while doing an innocent search for material about lesbian sex. She was shocked at first but it didn’t take that long for her to be drawn in, and soon enough she was like a kid in a candy store, sampling everything that was on offer on the tiny screen of her phone. The women in the videos ranged in age from barely legal teens to mature women, and they performed scenes from simple solo masturbation to full-blown orgies with multiple women. As far as Jolene was concerned, she had hit the jackpot. She was thankful that her parents never checked her browser history, though she was still careful to clear it after each visit. They’d never even warned her about visiting taboo sites—surely they knew about them, they both had cell phones—but she supposed they still thought of her as an innocent little girl. If they only knew.

Jolene sighed, rolled onto her back, and opened the browser on her phone. She was seriously contemplating an attempt at another come when she heard a sound from downstairs. She froze and listened.

Thud!

There it was again. Could it be…? she wondered. Cautiously, she slipped out of bed and put on the nightgown she had shed earlier, during her masturbation session. Not bothering with the panties, she tip-toed to her bedroom door and put an ear to the wooden surface. She listened intently. All seemed quiet. No, there was a faint sound of rustling…paper?

Jolene held her breath and eased the door open, praying it didn’t squeak as it often did. When it had swung wide enough without any sound, she exhaled and stepped into the darkened hall. She paused for only a moment then crept to the top of the stairs, passing her parents’ bedroom door, their snoring audible from the other side.

The glow of the blinking lights on the Christmas tree illuminated the room below in many colors. A large shadow fell across the floor. Something or someone was in front of the tree, blocking its light. A thought struck Jolene and she looked back at her parents’ room. If they’re both still in bed, who’s that downstairs? Maybe it is Santa after all! She had to find out. Her friends made fun of her for still believing in Santa, but she just couldn’t accept that Christmas magic was entirely fake.

With deliberate movements, Jolene inched her way down the staircase, being careful to step near the side of each step where it was less likely to creak and alert whoever was down there. The possibility that the intruder could be dangerous never even crossed her mind. At the bottom of the stairs, she padded closer to the living room then froze.

Near the tree, a figure was taking parcels wrapped in colorful Christmas paper from a velvety sack that seemed much too small to hold what she was pulling out. She? Jolene’s eyes narrowed in suspicion as she studied the intruder.

The person was most definitely female. Long, slender, stocking-clad legs disappeared under a short red dress made of the same material one would expect from a Santa suit, and it was trimmed in white fur on the hem, cuffs, and collar. She even had a matching hat perched on golden blonde hair. The woman actually seemed rather attractive, and Jolene couldn’t help stealing glances at her red underwear each time she bent over to pull a present from the bag.

Jolene crossed her arms over her chest. “You’re not Santa,” she said, her accusation clear, though for some reason she couldn’t explain, she felt no fear and sensed no ill will from the stranger.

The intruder spun around, fumbling with the package in her hands and almost dropping it. “Huh? What?” she sputtered.

Regaining her composure, she looked Jolene up and down and pointed at her. “You shouldn’t be awake! Why are you awake?” Her voice squeaked as she spoke. The stranger reached up and touched a small amber-colored amulet that hung from a gold chain around her elegant neck. “Is this damn thing still working?” she muttered.

“I couldn’t sleep. And you swore,” Jolene said.

“What?” the strange woman asked, her attention snapping back to Jolene.

“You swore. Santa Claus wouldn’t swear.”

“I am Santa, and I didn’t swear,” the woman huffed. “Well,” she said after a short pause, “maybe I did. Sorry. But I am Santa.”

“No, you’re not! Santa is a fat man with a beard, and he wears a suit, not a dress,” Jolene countered defiantly.

The woman cocked her head and studied Jolene for a moment or two, her brilliant emerald-green eyes captivating, then she chuckled. “You’re sorta right.”

Jolene stared back and for the first time realized just how attractive this woman was. The red dress dipped low in the front, revealing creamy white cleavage, and even though she’d already had two orgasms tonight, Jolene was beginning to feel aroused again.

“What do you mean?”

“The fat man in the red suit is Santa Claus, but that’s not his name,” the woman said as she set down her bag and lowered herself onto a nearby armchair.

“It isn’t?”

“No. It’s Kris. Kris Kringle. Surely you’ve heard that name before.”

“Yeah. Kris Kringle, Santa. Same thing.”

“No, Jolene. It isn’t.”

The woman held a tablet in front of her now. Where had that come from? And how did she know Jolene’s name? The woman tapped on the pad for a second then continued. “Kris Kringle is his name like yours is Jolene Greer. Santa or Santa Claus is a job title. Like saying, Doctor Smith, or President Jones. In his case, it’s Santa Claus Kringle. Understand?”

“I’ve never heard anyone ever say Santa Claus Kringle before. Sounds silly.”

The woman chuckled. “Yeah, it does, doesn’t it? It’s more of a formal way to address someone. We seldom use it except in special ceremonies. Humans would never have heard it for sure. That’s why you won’t find it in any of the folklore or literature on the subject.”

Jolene studied the stranger as she pulled at her amulet then tapped on the tablet some more. “So, what’s your name?”

The woman looked up. “Me?”

“Do you see anyone else in the room?”

The woman snorted, and Jolene smiled at the sound. “My name is Aurora Dawn,” she paused and held up a finger, “sorry, Santa Claus Aurora Dawn, apprentice first class, at your service.” The woman beamed, bowed her head slightly.

“That’s a mouth full. Can I just call you Aurora?”

Aurora nodded as she tapped on her amulet again. “Sure. Not like you’re going to remember any of this, anyway. If I can get this damn thing working again that is.”

“Why won’t I remember? And what is that around your neck?”

Aurora held the glimmering object up by the chain to give Jolene a better look. “This is a QNPI or Quantum Neural Pacification Inducer.”

Jolene blinked. “A what? What’s it for?”

“Well, it’s supposed to keep humans from waking up while we deliver gifts to those who believe. But for some reason, it isn’t working on you.”

“Why do you keep saying ‘humans’? Aren’t you human?”

Aurora laughed. “No, sweet girl. I’m not human. We, all the Santa Clauses that is, are Fae.”

Jolene sat on the sofa across from Aurora, keeping her legs together, mindful of the mid-thigh length of her nightgown and lack of underwear. “What’s a Fae?” She squeezed her thighs together, not out of modesty but to quell the familiar ache that was growing between them. Why was she getting so horny looking at this woman? Was it because she was so pretty? Or maybe because they were alone in the semi-dark living room, and it would be so easy to slip out of her clothes and…

“Fairies,” Aurora said, snapping Jolene out of the naughty thought. “You are probably more familiar with the Fairies from stories and TV. Tiny creatures with wings, flitting around and spreading that annoying dust everywhere.”

“Like Tinker Bell,” Jolene said. She grinned, thinking of the cartoon pictures she’d seen online. It was truly amazing what people would turn into porn.

Aurora nodded. “Yes, like Tinker Bell. She and those like her are called Lesser Fae. While those like me are called Greater Fae. Those are old terms that have been around for millennia, though, and no longer paint an accurate picture of our society.”

Jolene simply blinked, not understanding what the woman was talking about. Fairies? Really? Maybe she had fallen asleep after that last orgasm after all, and this was just a weird dream.

“Think of it like this,” Aurora continued, “the Greater Fae are like royalty. We have the magic powers, and are the rulers. The Lesser Fae are the common folk who don’t have powers. We’re all immortal, though.”

“Immortal?”

“We can’t die.”

“I know what it means. I just don’t believe it.” Jolene shook her head then pinched herself. “Ouch!”

“Why did you do that?” Aurora asked with a raised eyebrow.

“To see if I’m sleeping. This must be a dream. It can’t be real.”

“Oh, it’s real, sweetheart,” Aurora said.

Jolene’s clit was begging for attention, so when she saw Aurora getting distracted by her screen, she took the opportunity to casually slip a hand between her clenched thighs. Finding her aching center, she caressed it slowly, trying to be as discreet as possible. Damn, she couldn’t believe how horny she was. She’d never felt such an intense need before. She needed something to take her mind off it. At least until Aurora left. Then she would rub one out, right here in the living room if need be.

“So,” her voice cracked, and she cleared her throat. “So, how do you deliver presents to all the kids in the world in one night?”

“Temporal spume,” Aurora replied as if the answer was obvious.

“A what?”

When Aurora looked up, Jolene saw the corner of her mouth twitch, threatening to form a smirk. Yeah, the woman knew full well what Jolene’s hand was doing. She felt her face heating up.

“A temporal spume, or a time bubble if you like. We can wrap ourselves in this bubble and travel great distances in the blink of an eye. At least to the outside observer. To us, time outside the bubble appears to grind to a stop. That’s an oversimplification, mind you. It’s all very science-y and mixed with some Fae magic as well.”

“I see,” Jolene said as if she honestly understood what Aurora was talking about.

Aurora chuckled. She seemed to do that a lot, Jolene noticed. And it was damn sexy for some reason. Fuck, she needed to come.

“Also,” Aurora continued, “there are eight of us sent out on Christmas eve, working as a team, each traveling north to south to cover our assigned time zones. Plus, not all countries in the world celebrate Christmas like you do here. And in the countries that do, many people follow a different religion or just don’t believe in the idea of Santa.”

“I believe!” Jolene said with assurance.

“I know, sweetie. I wouldn’t be here if you didn’t.”

Aurora’s focus was back on her tablet. She tapped and swiped and tapped some more, then let out a triumphant “Ah-ha!” that made Jolene jump in her seat. Another tap or two then the tablet was gone, tucked back into that mysterious pocket. She folded her hands in her lap and smiled sweetly at Jolene.

“Well, I feel like a fool,” she said. “It appears I missed a note by your name, and you are in fact supposed to be awake tonight. Though, that doesn’t explain why you’re awake without me making it so.” She paused for a moment as if pondering that mystery. “Oh, well. You’re awake now so no harm done.”

“But why am I supposed to be awake?” Jolene asked.

“Because of your wish, little one.”

“My wish?” Jolene said. She was confused. Had she made a wish? She didn’t think so.

“Uh-huh.” Aurora glided to the sofa and sat right next to Jolene. Once again, seemingly from nowhere, the pad was in her hand. “On several occasions, from what I see here. Most recently just tonight.”

The woman reached out to push a strand of Jolene’s long brown hair back behind her ear. The sensation of her fingers brushing against Jolene’s skin was the most wonderful feeling, and Jolene couldn’t help shuddering slightly and breathing out a soft moan.

“You wished for a lover, Jolene. A girl lover. I want to grant you that wish.” She spoke in a soft non-judgmental voice.

Jolene looked up, eyes growing wide. Her heart thumped in her chest. She had made that wish; many times, in fact. But how did this woman, this Fae, know? She swallowed, feeling heat spread on her cheeks and between her legs.

“I…um…I…” she stammered. Jolene was awash with emotions. Nervousness, excitement, lust, and some fear. But most definitely lust.

“Last thing you were expecting from Santa Claus, right?” Aurora brushed Jolene’s cheek with the back of her fingers, making her sigh again. “Do you find yourself being drawn to me, Jolene? Enthralled?”

“I don’t know what that word means, but I…” Jolene swallowed again, her mouth suddenly feeling very dry. “I do want to have sex with you. Very much.” The words were past her lips before she knew it. They were true words, though, even if she didn’t understand this growing attraction to Aurora.

“Yes, sweet girl. I know you do.”

“Are you doing this to me? Making me want you?” she asked with a tremble in her voice.

Aurora shook her head. “Making? No. Heightening your desires? Yes. But not on purpose.” She took Jolene’s hand in hers and caressed her knuckles with a thumb. “Humans are by nature attracted to the Greater Fae. Infatuated, really. Like you would be with your favorite actor or singer. There is also an enhanced sexual desire.”

“So… What I feel is real, but stronger because you’re here?”

“Yes. Exactly.”

Jolene looked down at the thumb stroking her hand and instantly had images of it stroking her elsewhere. A jolt of pleasure shot from her core, and she bit her lip to keep from moaning. After a moment, she looked into Aurora’s eyes and was lost in their beauty.

“Are we going to have sex then?” she asked meekly. Needlessly. Of course, they were, and she knew it.

“If it feels right in your heart and it is truly what you want.”

“It is,” she said. “I just figured my first time would be with someone my own age, not a girl Santa. Geez, that sounds weird.”

Aurora chuckled as she traced a finger along the length of Jolene’s arm. “If that bothers you, you could pretend I am someone else…maybe Wynter Storm. You do seem to be rather fond of her videos.”

Jolene’s eyes widened and her face flushed. “How…?” she mumbled.

“You know how the song goes,” she said then sang the verse. “He knows when you are sleeping, he knows when you’re awake.”

“And you know when I’ve been…” she trailed off, her face still warm with embarrassment.

“Masturbating? Yes. But it’s nothing to be embarrassed about, sweet girl. Everyone does it. Even your parents do it.”

“Eww! TMI!” She screwed up her face at the thought.

Aurora barked a laugh. She must have seen the concern on Jolene’s face at the sound, and said, “It’s okay, Jolene. Your folks won’t wake up. A bomb could go off and they would be none the wiser.”

“Fae magic?”

Nodding, Aurora rested a hand on Jolene’s knee and slid it upward an inch or two. “Do you want to go up to your room or shall I make your wish come true here on the sofa?” she asked. Her voice was soft and seductive.

Jolene sucked in a breath as the Fae’s hand wandered further up her leg. “H-here is okay, I guess.”

She watched as Aurora leaned in, the movement feeling like it was in slow motion, then she closed her eyes as full red lips brushed against hers, moaning softly at the velvety caress. The woman’s mouth was soft and moist and oh so inviting, and Jolene reveled in the sensation. She hesitated for a second when the tip of Aurora’s tongue played against her bottom lip. This was a new and exciting step, maybe even a little bit scary. But she wanted to experience it.

Parting her lips, Jolene poked out her tongue and instantly met with Aurora’s. Her body tingled with arousal as the Fae woman began exploring her mouth. Soon though, she started moving her tongue in response and found the sensation positively thrilling.

“You like that?” Aurora asked when she finally broke the kiss, quite some time later.

Jolene nodded, looking into those gorgeous eyes. They were mesmerizing, the little flecks of gold in her iris seeming to move and sparkle all on their own. “Yeah, that was great,” she said haltingly, needing a moment to catch her breath. The presence of Aurora’s hand on her bare hip had not gone unnoticed and wasn’t helping at all to calm her racing heart rate. She found that she didn’t regret one bit her decision to not put her underwear on before coming downstairs.

“Yeah? I’m glad you liked it.” Aurora smirked knowingly and guided Jolene onto her back before leaning in for another kiss.

With her attention focused on the dance of their tongues, Jolene didn’t notice Aurora pushing her shirt up far enough to expose her chest until the Fae stopped kissing her mouth to take a nipple between her lips instead. Her state of undress now very clear, Jolene felt a deep blush creep over her skin, halfway between embarrassment and arousal.

“Can I take this off?” Aurora asked, gently pulling at the shirt. Sensing Jolene’s trepidation, she seemed to decide it was better to lead by example. Aurora stood, and with graceful movements, undid her dress and let it drop to the floor.

Jolene’s eyes widened and her mouth fell open as she watched Aurora pull off her boots and push her red undergarments down her long legs. When she stood straight again, Jolene took in the sight of the naked Fae. Flawless skin, supple breasts, a flat belly with a narrow waist, and a small, trimmed patch of blonde hair just above her slit. The view took Jolene’s breath away. “Oh, my,” she whispered.

Aurora stepped forward and gripped Jolene’s shirt again, pausing as if waiting for permission. When a nod of consent was given, the Fae pulled it up and off in one gentle motion.

Jolene’s breasts were small, tiny compared to Aurora’s, and when she lay on her back, she was as flat as a boy. Now completely naked, Jolene fought the urge to cover her chest and pussy with her hands. Instead, she lay still, her eyes locked on Aurora’s face as the woman reclined beside her. There wasn’t much room on the sofa but that didn’t seem to matter. Jolene pressed herself against the back of the sofa as Aurora lay on her side next to her.

Their mouths met once again in a slow sensual kiss and Aurora’s hand soon began to explore. Jolene was unsure of what she was supposed to do. She couldn’t even believe that any of this was happening! Here she was, in her living room on Christmas eve, lying naked on the sofa, with a beautiful and equally naked woman who was about to make love to her. Surely, she was dreaming. But the tongue in her mouth and soft hand caressing her chest told her otherwise.

“You okay?” Aurora asked. Her voice was soft.

“Uh-huh.”

Aurora kissed her lips once more, then kissed a slow path across her cheek, down her neck, along her collar bone, and to a nipple. Jolene stiffened at the contact but just for a second, surprised at how sensitive her nipple was. As Aurora flicked her tongue over the erect nipple, Jolene explored the incredibly soft skin of the woman’s back. She wondered if the rest of her was just as soft. Would she get the chance to find out?

Jolene moaned when Aurora sucked the nipple into her mouth. Simultaneously, she could feel the woman’s hand make its way down her body, pausing a moment to play with the sparse patch of hair on her mons.

“I’m going to touch you down there now. Is that okay?” Aurora asked.

Jolene nodded quickly. There was nothing she wanted more at that instant. When Aurora didn’t continue, she realized the Fae couldn’t see the nod from that position. “Yes,” she whispered hoarsely instead.

Her body shuddered and her back arched off the couch when the woman’s slender finger brushed over her clit, the intensity of the sudden pleasure coursing through her taking her by complete surprise. It perhaps wasn’t the most powerful orgasm she’d ever had, but it was an orgasm nonetheless, and absolutely the quickest. Was this more Fairy magic somehow, or had she really been that turned on?

“Well,” Aurora said, holding a finger up for Jolene to see, “you’re absolutely soaked.”

“I’m sorry.”

Aurora chuckled, then took a moment to meticulously lick her finger clean. “You’ve nothing to be sorry for, sweet child. But this sofa is just too small and won’t do at all.” Aurora quickly stood, and scooped Jolene up as if she was no heavier than one of the sofa pillows, then headed for the stairs.

Jolene yelped in surprise and threw her arms around Aurora’s neck. She didn’t say another word, simply studying the woman’s face as Aurora made her way up the stairs and straight to Jolene’s room, as if she had done it a thousand times.

“Are you sure my parents won’t wake up?” Jolene asked as Aurora laid her on the bed.

Aurora shook her head and stretched out beside her. “Fear not, little one. They will not wake.” She kissed Jolene softly while pushing her legs apart.

As their tongues danced, Jolene felt the Fae’s finger circling her entrance. Her body was on fire. Sparks of pleasure shot through her with each movement of Aurora’s fingers. She thought that this was it, as good as sex with a woman could be, but when one of those long slender fingers found its way inside her, she knew she’d been wrong. Jolene’s hips pushed upward on their own, and a loud gasp escaped her mouth.

When Jolene masturbated, she usually just rubbed her clit or humped a pillow, but sometimes when she was feeling extra horny—usually while watching a Wynter Storm video—she would slip a finger into her vagina. The finger inside her now already felt even better than her own, but when Aurora crooked that finger up, she touched something inside Jolene, and the pleasure increased a hundredfold.

“Gaaa!” Jolene croaked, unable to form words.

With her finger held captive by the tightening of Jolene’s vagina, Aurora hummed contently and moved down to  lick Jolene’s nipples while her fingertip kept rubbing that blissful spot inside.

Jolene soon relaxed, allowing Aurora to slowly move the invading digit in and out of her vagina. Each time it went in deep, the woman made sure to press down hard on that special place that caused greater and greater waves of pleasure to wash over Jolene.

When Aurora finally withdrew her finger completely, Jolene frowned and let out a disappointed moan, but then watched in fascination as the Fae put the finger that had just been deep in her pussy into her mouth and cleaned the juices from it. Jolene wrinkled her nose. This was the second time Aurora had done such a thing now, and Jolene still didn’t understand why she would.

“Have you not tasted yourself before, little one? It’s quite tasty.”

“No,” Jolene answered truthfully. She had, on several occasions, covered her middle finger in the slick goo, but had never thought of tasting it. That just seemed…ick!

“I see. Let’s remedy that, shall we?”

Without waiting for a response, Aurora slipped her finger back into Jolene’s pussy, making her gasp. She wiggled the finger around a little, then withdrew and offered it up, hovering less than an inch from Jolene’s mouth. 

With the sweet scent of arousal tickling her nostrils, Jolene looked up into Aurora’s mesmerizing eyes. Should she really do this?

“Go on,” the woman coaxed. “You’ll enjoy it. I promise.” She smiled sweetly and touched Jolene’s bottom lip ever so slightly.

Jolene hesitated for a second more before parting her lips and letting the finger in. Instantly, she could taste it. It wasn’t revolting as she had imagined it might be, she was relieved to find. A bit tart and a bit salty, but not terrible.

“And?” Aurora asked.

She shrugged. “It’s okay, I guess.”

“Just okay?”

Jolene shrugged again. “Do you taste like that, too?”

“Why don’t you try for yourself?” Aurora rolled onto her back and spread her thighs to give Jolene access.

Wide-eyed, Jolene, stared at the very inviting pussy before her. Nervously, she reached out and touched Aurora’s sex. Heat radiated from the woman and her slit was just as wet as Jolene’s.

“Is this okay?” she asked as she marveled at the sensation, at the realization that she was touching another woman’s pussy for the very first time. Not just another woman, a fucking Fairy of all things. Aurora’s telling moan drew her attention to the woman’s face. Her cheeks were flush and her smile bright.

“Yes, sweetheart. It’s wonderful. Now, slip your finger inside.”

Jolene did as she was asked and was soon two knuckles deep inside Aurora’s sex. She noticed that the smooth walls of the woman’s vagina felt much the same as her own, though maybe not quite as tight. She moved her hand, slowly pumping in and out a couple of times before withdrawing.

Holding her hand up, she examined the Fae juices on her finger, gleaming in a ray of moonlight. Tentatively, she brought the finger to her nose and sniffed. A touch musky, but not so strong as to be unpleasant. Then, as Aurora watched with curiosity, she slipped the finger into her mouth. A taste not much different from her own registered on her taste buds. But there was also a sweetness to it as if the Fae’s juices had been laced with honey.

Jolene closed her eyes and slowly pulled the finger from her mouth. “Mmmm, yum!”

Aurora laughed. “That good, huh?”

Jolene giggled. “Yup. Tastes like candy, sorta.”

“Good. Now I want to taste you again, but this time straight from the source,” Aurora said.

Before Jolene could respond, Aurora pushed her onto her back, nudged her legs apart, and moved up close to her pussy. Jolene gasped in surprise at the suddenness of it all. She quickly pushed herself up onto her elbows to see what Aurora was going to do, only to drop back down immediately when she felt that warm tongue swipe up her slit and flick her clit. Her hips jerked and her head tilted back as she was overwhelmed by these new and wonderful sensations.

Aurora took her time, her movements slow and tender. Her tongue patiently explored every fold of Jolene’s sex, sparking up a myriad of little jolts of pleasure.

Jolene lay still for the most part, twitching now and again when the Fae teased her sensitive clit. Losing herself in these amazing feelings, she kept her eyes closed, her breathing growing ragged, then a loud moan escaped her lips when she felt Aurora upping the tempo. The woman’s mouth moved with increased vigor over her sex, her tongue darting around more rapidly, teasing her entrance. Jolene gripped the bedsheets tight when Aurora’s tongue dipped deep into her vagina, making her cry out again.

The pleasure washing over her was intense, magical, and unbelievably wonderful. She was squirming now, the blissful feelings becoming almost too much to bear, and when Aurora slipped a finger into her pussy, it was game over. The orgasm hit her with the force of a tsunami and lit up her every nerve ending with ecstasy. She arched and spasmed, then her world melted away into sweet nothingness.

When Jolene’s eyes fluttered open, Aurora was looking down at her, a smile on her face. “Welcome back,” she said sweetly.

Jolene swallowed. “What happened?” she asked, feeling the afterglow of the orgasm filling her body with pleasant warmth.

Aurora chuckled. “I dare say you had a very nice come.”

“It was very, very nice.” Jolene sighed dreamily. “I’ve never had one like that before. Then again, I’ve never had anyone lick me down there either.”

Aurora chuckled. “I’m sure I won’t be the last.”

“Do you need to leave soon?” Jolene asked. “I mean, you must have more presents to deliver.” She didn’t want Aurora to leave. There was a lot more she wanted to do with her. But she didn’t want to be selfish either.

“I created a time bubble around us, little one. So, we have some time.”

“Good,” Jolene said and paused a moment before speaking again. “Could…could I try licking you?” she asked nervously. The idea seemed both thrilling and a little intimidating.

Aurora smiled brightly. “Of course, my dear. I’d really like that, if that’s what you want to try.”

Jolene nodded. “It is.” Butterflies filled her stomach as Aurora leaned over and kissed her before rolling onto her back and pulling Jolene on top.

Their tongues danced together as the woman’s hands caressed Jolene’s back. Once again, she thought that this had to be a dream and that she would wake at any moment. But the warm mouth kissing hers and the full breasts pressing against her chest, already filling her with renewed lust, told her that she was wide awake. Surely no dream could feel this amazing.

Breaking the kiss, Jolene slid down, palming one magnificent breast, and taking the erect nipple of the other into her mouth. She gently sucked and explored the pebbled flesh with her tongue for a few moments, much to the vocal delight of Aurora, then moved south. She was nervous, and a bit scared. She wasn’t sure what to do, how to please this magical creature.

“It’s okay, baby. You’ll do fine,” the Fae said in a husky voice, seemingly in response to Jolene’s thoughts.

Jolene paused. How did she…? She frowned, puzzled, but set the question aside for now. That was hardly the first unexplainable thing that Aurora did, and Jolene had more important things to do at the moment.

Planting a trail of hot, little kisses down Aurora’s belly, she stopped at the small tuft on her mons. Jolene brushed her cheek against fine, soft hair, marveling at the silky feel. Seeing Aurora spread her legs in invitation, Jolene swallowed, then positioned herself between the Fae’s legs.

Aurora’s pussy was perfect, the skin flawless, swollen pink lips glistening with arousal, its scent intoxicating. The Fae’s erect clit was peeking out from its hood invitingly. Fascinated and curious, Jolene gently touched it with a finger. She smiled at Aurora’s moan, and traced a few small circles over the sensitive bud, then trailed her way down through the smooth warmth of the woman’s folds, finally pushing her finger in Aurora’s vagina for the second time that night.

“Mmmm, yes,” the woman purred.

Jolene pumped her finger in a slow rhythmic motion. Just watching what she was doing to this woman was making her own juices flow again. Juices. Yes. It was time to indulge. Jolene shuffled forward a bit and lowered her face to her partner’s sex.

She placed a kiss on each side of Aurora’s slit, then right on her clit, receiving an appreciative hum in response. Jolene sucked gently on the sensitive bud, then flicked it with her tongue, enjoying the taste. Giggling at how she made Aurora’s body twitch, she did it again and got the same reaction.

“You’re teasing me, you naughty girl,” Aurora whined playfully.

Jolene giggled again then pushed the flat of her tongue up the length of the Fae’s sodden slit, from entrance to clit and back again. Was she really doing this? Eating pussy like she had seen the women in her pornos do? Yeah, she was, and any shyness or trepidation she may have felt quickly vanished. She was right where she wanted to be. Her Christmas wish was coming true.

She continued lapping at the delicious cunt, increasing the tempo of both her mouth and her finger. Aurora was pushing her hips up in response, loudly voicing her appreciation.

“Yes, Jolene. Fuck yes!”

Jolene smiled at the curse word but didn’t slow down. She licked and sucked and fingered, trying hard to maintain contact as the Fae writhed beneath her. Then Aurora’s hand was suddenly on the back of her head, holding it in place as the woman pressed her sex into Jolene’s face and cried out.

Juices squirted from Aurora’s pussy, spraying all over Jolene’s chin and mouth. Jolene jerked back in surprise, taken completely unawares. She’d seen this occur a couple of times while watching porn, and thought it weird and maybe a bit gross. But having it happen to her wasn’t that bad after all, she found, and the little that got in her mouth was kind of sweet for some reason. It was over quickly, and Aurora soon relaxed and released her head.

Jolene sat up and examined the mess on the bed, wondering how she was going to get that cleaned up. She touched her chin, feeling warm liquid still dripping from it. Oh well, that was a problem for later.

She smiled, watching the naked Fae lying on her bed, eyes closed as she recovered, her ragged breaths slowly returning to normal. Jolene crawled up Aurora’s body and snuggled in beside her.

Aurora opened her eyes as she turned her head. “You’ve done that before,” the woman said hoarsely.

“Um, no, I swear!” Jolene frowned and Aurora chuckled.

“Well, you could have fooled me, little one. That was fucking amazing, what you did.”

“Really? And you swore again!”

“Yes. And sorry.” Aurora grinned at her. “Now, we have time for a bit more fun. Are you up for it?”

Jolene’s heart rate picked up instantly, and she stared wide-eyed at the beautiful woman. “More? You bet!”

Aurora got to her knees, pivoted, and lifted one of Jolene’s legs to drape it over her own. Shuffling forward, she positioned herself so that their pussies were touching, then she pulled Jolene against her and began rolling her pelvis, grinding their clits together.

An intense electric jolt flashed from Jolene’s core and spread through her body. “Oh, my!” She groaned and moved her own hips, quickly matching rhythm with the Fae. Both of them began panting as their tempo intensified, their sodden cunts slamming against one another. The bed shook and squeaked, its headboard smacking the wall with a loud thud, thud, thud.

Jolene lay on her back, sweat beading on her face and her breaths coming quick. She knew she soon would be, too. Aurora seemed to tower above her, kneeling there, hips rocking with determination. Her eyes were closed, and her lips parted slightly, as she pulled at her pointed nipples. Jolene was mesmerized by the woman’s beauty and studied her intently. She wanted to remember this moment forever.

Aurora’s eyes opened, filled with lust and passion, and she met Jolene’s gaze. As if on cue, they both cried out at the same time as they watched each other. Jolene stiffened, once again being engulfed by the wonderful warmth of orgasm. She shuddered and sank back into the bed as Aurora’s movements slowed and stopped. Aftershocks rippled through her as the Fae woman untangled herself and joined Jolene on the bed, pulling her into a warm embrace, and kissing her softly.

They rested there, holding each other for several minutes while Jolene recovered from the best orgasm of her young life.

“Are you okay?” Aurora asked softly, brushing the hair from her face.

“More than okay!”

Aurora smiled. “I’m glad.” Sitting up, she took a look around her, taking in the bedsheets stained with sweat and pussy juice. “Well, we’ve made quite a mess, huh?” Waving the palm of her hand above the sheets, the soft blue glow of Fae magic washed over the scene, and instantly the bed was back in perfect order, as if freshly laundered. “There you go.”

“Holy crap!” Jolene gaped. “I wish I could do that with my chores!”

Aurora gave her another smile, though there was a hint of sadness in it this time.

Jolene frowned. “You have to go now, don’t you?” she said, her voice trembling a little.

“I’m afraid so, little one.”

Jolene gave Aurora a firm hug. “I understand. But I wish you didn’t have to.” She held the beautiful Fae woman for a moment longer, then let her go. The two of them got up and headed back downstairs, walking hand in hand. They dressed, then Aurora took Jolene back to her room and made sure she was settled in her bed. Leaning down, she kissed Jolene one last time.

“Thank you,” Jolene said softly, “I’ll never forget this.”

Aurora pulled a device from one of her mysterious pockets and held it up. “I am afraid, sweet girl, that you will.” Before Jolene could reply, Aurora pressed a small button on the device. Science and magic worked together and in a flash of colorful light, Jolene was instantly in a deep sleep.

***

North Pole – later that night

Aurora shut down her sled, paused long enough for the high-pitched whine of the engine to dissipate, then stepped out. A quick glance up at the large status board on the far wall of the hangar told her she was not the last to get back. Angelica was still out, which wasn’t surprising, as she had a thing for human males and was probably granting all sorts of extra Christmas wishes.

Aurora shivered as she made her way across the cavernous hangar, being mindful of the small maintenance bots that scurried around the dozen sleds parked inside. Behind her, the large hangar doors cycled closed and the ceiling-mounted heat pumps whirred to life, quickly warming the cold arctic air that had rushed in with the arrival of her sled.

“Sparks!” Aurora yelled as she entered the tech shop just off the hall from the main hangar.

A head popped up from behind a workbench a few feet away. An Elf, one of the many Lesser Fae that worked at the north pole, pulled a pair of goggles from his face and smiled at her.

“Ah, Miss Aurora. A pleasure to see you. Did you have a good run?” The Elf stood no more than three feet tall. As usual, his green and red outfit was covered by a dirty, tan-colored welder’s apron.

Aurora held up her QNPI. “There’s something wrong with this thing,” she said.

“Oh? Are you sure? It’s highly improbable. You must have done something wrong,” Sparks said indignantly as he came from behind his workbench.

She glared at him. “Yes, I’m sure! A child woke up and caught me at the tree. And I didn’t wake her!” she snapped.

“Fine. Don’t get your panties in a bunch,” he huffed, snatching the device from her hand. “I’ll take a look.” Turning, he headed back to his bench then called over his shoulder, “By the way, the old man is looking for you.”

She raised an eyebrow. What the hell? she thought as she headed deeper into the complex. She crossed the huge assembly room, deserted now that Christmas Eve was drawing to an end and all the presents had been packaged and shipped for this year. There were lots of bits and pieces of scrap material scattered about on the workbenches and the floor. It would be cleaned up the day after next, for tonight was a night for celebrating another year’s hard work. Everyone would gather in the banquet hall. Fairies, Elves, and the Sprites too. There would be food, drink, music, dancing, and lots of sex as well. The next day would be spent sleeping it off. Luckily, both Lesser and Greater Fae could recover very quickly from any overindulgence. After that, it would be time for clean up, retooling of the workshops, and the processes for next Christmas would start again.

Aurora made her way up the grand staircase and stopped in front of a set of large double doors made of rich wood, inlaid with ornate carvings and gold leaf. She knocked.

“Come,” a deep voice beckoned from inside the room.

She lifted a hand and the doors opened inward by their own accord, then closed behind her on their own after she stepped inside. The old man, a Greater Fae who sat behind the large desk was indeed old. Ancient, even. Much, much older than any human being on the face of the Earth, but you wouldn’t know it by looking at him. He was heavy-set and sported a full white beard. His white, cotton undershirt covered an ample belly, and suspenders stretched over his shoulders. Even though Aurora couldn’t see them beneath the desk, she knew they were fastened to a pair of red pants. The matching red coat and cap that completed the ensemble had been casually tossed onto the leather sofa along one wall.

He placed a quill pen into its holder, adorned with a name plaque. It was made of polished Obsidian and the Fae’s name, Kris Kringle, had been engraved into it and highlighted with gold leaf. A gift from his daughter. He stood and stretched, then made his way over to a small bar cart.

“Aurora, my child. Please sit,” he said. He poured an amber liquid into two crystal tumblers, then handed one to her once she was seated in one of the pair of chairs in front of his desk.

“Thank you,” she said, taking the glass. “You wanted to see me, Father?”

“Yes.” He lowered his bulk into the chair beside her and took a sip of his drink. “How was your trip?”

“It went well. All presents were delivered. No issues with the sled. But you already know that.” She took a sip of her drink and studied his face over the rim of her glass. He looked concerned about something, but she didn’t know what it could possibly be.

“Yes. You are correct,” he said. He took another sip then continued. “I see from your flight log that you stopped at the home of Jolene Greer.”

Aurora cocked her head and looked at him. “Yes.” It was strange for him to comment on something like that. Why would he care about a little girl from a small midwest town? What had happened between her and Jolene that night was not something out of the ordinary either, so that couldn’t be the issue.

“And she was awake and walked in on you while you were unloading gifts.”

“Yes.”

“Did you not find it odd that this happened?” he asked.

“I did. I tried to troubleshoot the problem as per the regs, but then I realized I was actually supposed to wake her up anyway, so I figured there was no harm.” She took a sip of her drink and enjoyed the soothing warmth of the liquid as she swallowed, then continued. “I put her to sleep and erased her memory before I left, and I gave my QNPI to Sparks to run a diagnostic upon my return.”

Kris grunted and nodded his head. “I see. I doubt that Sparks will find anything amiss with your QNPI. So, if that’s the case, why do you think young Jolene was not affected but her parents were?”

Aurora mulled this over as she took another sip. The QNPI was designed to affect humans. To keep them asleep while the Fae did their work. Humans. Jolene’s parents are human, so they slept. Jolene didn’t stay asleep because…

Aurora’s eyes widened. “Jolene is…Fae?”

The corners of Kris’s mouth lifted slightly, then fell back down. “Very good, Daughter. But only half-Fae. I had hoped that she would have taken after her human mother and that her Fae genes would remain recessive.”

“But I thought that it was impossible for a Fae to impregnate a human or vice versa.”

“Impossible, no. Extremely unlikely, yes. The odds are something like a one in 10 billion.” He paused for a moment, studying his glass. “I guess I was that one.”

“You?” Her mind raced, trying to make sense of what she was hearing. “Are you saying you’re Jolene’s father?”

He nodded without a word.

“You’ll need to explain this…Does Mother know? Does Jolene’s father know? Her human father.”

He held up a hand. “I will explain. Yes, your mother knows, and no, of course Jolene’s human father doesn’t know. That would be dangerous.” He took another sip, a much larger one this time. “13 years or so ago, Marsha, Jolene’s mother, was engaged to Greg, Jolene’s human father. Now, this is where it starts to sound silly.”

“Silly? How?”

“Marsha was still a virgin.”

“Okay..?”

“Well, she didn’t want to be. She wanted to have sex with someone else before committing her life and body to one man.”

“So, what was the issue?” Aurora asked.

“The same one that Jolene had, sort of. Small, very conservative town. Any sort of indiscretion on her part would be scandalous if made public. In her mind, the risk was too great.”

“So, she made a Christmas wish,” Aurora said.

He nodded. “She made a Christmas wish. The route I was doing that Christmas Eve brought me to Marsha’s house. I woke her. Explained about her wish and who I was…”

“And you had sex with her.”

“Lots of really good sex!” he said proudly.

“TMI, Father, as the human children say.”

“Right, sorry.”

“So, what does this mean then?” Aurora asked.

“Other than you had sex with your half-sister? Well, hopefully, nothing.”

“You’re right! I did.” Aurora giggled. Incest among the Fae was not taboo as it was among humans. Generally, it happened between siblings, with cousins, or with aunts and uncles. Sometimes it even occurred between a parent and child. But even though it wasn’t frowned upon, it was still rare.

“You mentioned you were able to put Jolene back to sleep and wipe her short-term memory before you left. Right?” Kris said.

“Yes. Tucked her in and double-checked. She should wake tomorrow remembering only fragments of a wonderful dream, and then even that will quickly fade to nothingness. She’ll feel sated, and…well, maybe with some parts of her anatomy tender and damp, but she won’t know what happened in her ‘sleep’,” Aurora said, feeling a pang of regret.

“Good, good. Then there shouldn’t be any problems.”

“What problems could there be if she did remember?” she asked as she returned the empty glass to the bar.

“She may come looking for you one day. May find out she is part Fae, and that Santa Claus is her father. That could cause all sorts of problems. She’s not one of us. Doesn’t know our ways. And that could pose a real threat to our security.”

Aurora hummed. “Good thing she won’t remember then.”

“Good thing indeed,” he agreed.

***

Christmas Morning

Jolene stretched and yawned. The sounds of Christmas carols were coming from downstairs, making Jolene feel excited and giddy. She swung her legs out of bed and noticed an unexpected sensation. A pleasant ache between her legs. She lifted her nightshirt and slipped a hand into her panties. Her pussy was sticky and tender. She raised an eyebrow as she tried to remember. Videos of Wynter Storm. Masturbating. Then…then something.

“What happened after that?” she whispered to the room.

She pulled her hand from her underwear and brought it to her nose. She sniffed. The usual scent of arousal touched her nostrils. Musty and strong. But there was something else. She took a deep whiff, breathing it in. There was a sweetness to it.

Then, as if a curtain was drawn back, it all came rushing back. Yes, she had masturbated, twice. Then she’d heard a sound and went downstairs to investigate. A person by the tree. A woman. Aurora. She wasn’t a woman, though, she was a…a Fairy, a Fae.

They’d had sex, made love. A magical being of great beauty had made love to her and had given her immense pleasure, several times. It had been wonderful! Her Christmas wish had come true. She remembered it. Remembered it all. Even though Aurora had told her she wouldn’t remember, she did.

She replayed the events in her head until a knock at the door snapped her out of it. Her mother poked her head in and smiled at her. It was probably a good thing that she did at that moment, too, because Jolene was already feeling her arousal flowing anew between her legs. If her mom had come in just a couple of minutes later, she might have found a very different scene.

“Morning, sweetheart,” her mother said cheerfully. “Time to get up. I think Santa came last night.”

Jolene smiled brightly at her. She sure did, Mom. And I did too! Jolene thought as she stood, grabbed her robe, and made a quick stop to freshen up in the bathroom, before heading downstairs to open gifts with her family.

The End

 

Unaccompanied Minor, Book Two, Chapter 13

  • Posted on June 28, 2021 at 2:49 pm

By Amanda Lynn

Stacey’s heart was pounding in her chest as she crossed the room. Mostly because she’d been fingering herself as she watched Trish and Cindy, their half-naked bodies writhing in pleasure, but it was also born of a new sense of nervousness.

Trish was staring at her, eyes wide and mouth agape in shocked surprise and confusion. She had moved into a sitting position, legs folded and a pillow on her lap, hiding her exposed sex. Cindy, too, looked rather shocked as she scrambled to mimic Trish’s position.

“Mom?” Trish asked slowly as Stacey sat on the edge of the bed. “What are you doing?”

Stacey didn’t answer right away. She wasn’t exactly sure how to answer the question at this moment. She’d had a private, one-on-one talk in mind when she decided to act on her desire during the days before Trish’s homecoming. But spying on the two pre-teens just now, in their act of wanton sex, had made her lust impossible to ignore and precipitated her plans. So, now Stacey was faced with two issues: How to tell Trish about her affair with Cindy, and how to tell Cindy about her desires for Trish.

“Well, sweetheart, I’m not really sure how to put this. Things have… changed somewhat since you’ve been gone.” Stacey glanced from Trish to Cindy then back again.

“What things? What’s changed?” Trish asked.

Stacey took a breath and released it slowly. “Remember, before your trip, when I told you about walking in on Cindy in your room, naked?” Trish nodded slowly, taking a moment to look at Cindy. “And you asked me if I wanted to have sex with her?”

“Yeah, you said you might have if you’d been 12.”

Stacey swallowed. Guilt was written all over her face, she was sure. She had to confess; the truth would come out eventually. “Well…”

Trish looked at her questioningly, then her eyes widened in understanding. “Oh, my God!” she said, covering her mouth with a hand. Her gaze flew between her best friend and her mother. “You two…”

A sheepish smile crossed Stacey’s face and she turned her eyes to Cindy. The girl was staring at her open-mouthed, clearly shocked that she’d just blurted out their secret. Stacey reached over and gently closed Cindy’s mouth with a finger under the girl’s chin.

Cindy swallowed visibly, a blush coloring her cheeks. She turned to Trish, who now wore a playful smirk. “I… We…” Cindy started but was interrupted by the ringing of her cell phone.

“Damn,” she whispered, scrambling from the bed and retrieving her phone from the discarded pants.

“Hi, Mom. Sure. Okay, I’ll be there in a few minutes. Bye.” Cindy ended the call and turned to Trish. “Rotten timing,” she said, pulling on her clothes, “but I need to go now.”

Stacey could hear the touch of uncertainty in her voice. “Everything is okay, sweetheart. We can talk about it when you get back.”

“Are we okay?” Cindy asked Trish, still not sounding completely reassured.

Trish nodded and slid off the bed. “Everything’s cool,” she said and slipped an arm into Cindy’s and walked with her out of the bedroom.

Stacey chuckled when she heard Cindy ask from down the hall, “You do realize you’re not wearing any pants, right?”

Waiting a moment or two to collect her thoughts before following, Stacey reached the bottom of the stairs just as Trish closed the front door. Her eyes traveled to her daughter’s bare butt, enjoying the view.

Turning from the door, Trish cocked her head, giving Stacey a look.

Realizing that her eyes were now fixed on the girl’s pussy, Stacey quickly lifted her gaze to Trish’s face. “Cindy okay?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

“Good. Now we,” she said, pointing a finger first at Trish then at herself, “should sit and discuss this.”

“Discuss you two?” Trish asked. She didn’t sound upset at all about Stacey’s confession, so that seemed like a good sign.

Stacey nodded. “Yeah, that and other stuff, but let’s go upstairs first.”

Trish agreed and Stacey took her daughter’s hand, guiding them toward the master bedroom. After a quick stop at Trish’s room to retrieve the girl’s underwear, Stacey sat on the side of her bed and Trish took a spot beside her.

“Well,” Stacey said, looking down at her hands folded on her lap. “Where to begin.”

“How ‘bout the beginning?” Trish said then grinned when Stacey frowned at her.

“Smartass,” Stacey said. She turned slightly to face Trish and began her story. “It first happened after we got back from taking you to the airport.”

“What!” Trish’s eyes grew wide. “You two were… you know, while I was still in the air? How did that happen? I mean…” She paused for a long moment. “You didn’t… make her, did you?”

It was Stacey’s turn to look shocked. “What? No! God, no! You don’t think I would do something like that, do you?

Trish shook her head. “No. Of course not,” she replied softly. “So, what happened then?”

Stacey took a breath and explained everything that happened with Cindy on that afternoon a month ago. It felt good to get it out in the open. Not surprisingly, talking about this with her daughter was firing up her libido. She had noticed Trish squirm a bit as she listened, and Stacey wondered—no, hoped—that the story was affecting her as well.

“Wow,” Trish said, having to clear her throat first. “You said it started the day I left. Does that mean you and her had sex more than once?”

“Oh, yeah. I couldn’t help myself. Doing things with her was like a drug. I couldn’t seem to stop,” Stacey said with a chuckle.

Trish snorted. “I sure know what that’s like.”

“You and Cindy? And Monica too, I guess?” Stacey asked. The heat between her legs was growing and she had to adjust her position as they spoke. Where was she taking this conversation? It certainly had the potential to become very steamy and, if she was lucky, maybe lead to things of an even more taboo nature. “Are they the only two? Be honest.”

“Would you be mad if I said no?” Trish asked softly.

“Mad? No. But I reserve the right to be concerned and act accordingly if need be. Sound fair?”

“Yeah, sounds fair.”

“So, any other girls?” At some level, she hoped Trish would say yes.

“There were four others,” Trish replied.

Stacey blinked, expecting her daughter to say no, or one at the most, not four. She wasn’t sure if she should feel proud or horrified. One thing was for sure, though, the revelation had sent a jolt of excitement straight to her pussy. “Oh, my,” she replied softly. “You’ve been busy.”

“Does that concern you?”

“Tell me about these other girls first. Who are they? Where did you meet them?”

“Well…” Trish began, flopping onto her back. She paused for a moment, seemingly gathering her thoughts.

Stacey looked down the length of the girl’s body. A small ribbon of skin was exposed where her shirt had ridden up, and there was a noticeable damp spot on the preteen’s panties. She didn’t have to check to know her own panties were soaked. Stacey swallowed hard then forced her gaze back to Trish’s face.

“Gabby was the first. I mean, after Monica, of course.” Trish continued. “She’s Monica’s best friend and we met during spring break.” Trish went on, and Stacey learned all about her daughter’s sexual encounters with Gabby, Kat, Daisy, and Alexis.

As Trish spoke, it was all Stacey could do to keep her hands to herself. The desire to strip her daughter naked and have her way with her was strong. Squeezing her thighs together didn’t help much to quell the throbbing of her clit either. With Trish looking up at the ceiling as she told her tale of preteen lust, Stacey was able to discreetly touch herself. That did help a bit, but she knew what she needed was a young girl’s mouth on her yearning cunt.

“Sweet Jesus,” Stacey said hoarsely. She quickly had to pull her hand from her underwear when Trish pushed herself up onto her elbows and grinned at her.

Trish giggled, a tinge of pink coloring her cheeks. “Yeah. There’s been a lot, huh?”

“For a 12-year-old? Yeah, a lot.” Stacey shook her head slowly in disbelief.

“Are you sure you’re not mad, Mom?”

With a warm smile, she placed a hand on her daughter’s thigh. “No, sweetie I’m not. Jealous maybe, but not mad.”

Trish giggled again and looked down to where Stacey was touching her.

“Trish, sweetheart. I need to confess something else to you.” Stacey took a deep breath, watching her hand gently caressing the soft skin of her daughter’s thigh. It was now or never. She had to tell Trish of her desire, of her need to make love to her. If what happened in Trish’s bedroom a month ago had been any indication…Trish would surely say yes. The girl had wanted to then and told Stacey as much.

“What is it, Mom?”

“This thing with Cindy and me, it got me thinking.” Stacey paused, nervous knots forming in her belly.

“Thinking about…”

“I’ve been thinking of that morning in your room. When I… touched you.” Stacey looked into Trish’s beautiful brown eyes and they seemed to smile back. The corners of the girl’s mouth pulled up.

“Yeah? What about it?” Trish asked, a hint of expectation in her voice.

“Maybe I made a mistake, and you were right. Maybe it wouldn’t be so wrong if… if it’s something we both want.” Stacey broke eye contact and looked away, afraid of rejection.

“Mom, are you saying you want to…”

Stacey looked up again and nodded. “Yes, baby, I do. If that’s okay. If that’s what you want, too.”

Trish’s smile changed into a wide grin, and she scrambled to her knees. “It is, Mom. It is!”

The nervous knots in Stacey’s stomach turned to excited butterflies. A child-like giddiness washed over her and a joyful giggle escaped her lips, surprising even herself. A little embarrassed, Stacey covered her mouth.

Amused, Trish giggled as well, then shuffled closer. She leaned forward and placed a kiss on Stacey’s lips. It was soft and sweet and would have been like any other kiss they shared, if not for the moment they found themselves in. Stacey brought her hands to rest on her daughter’s shoulders, savoring the delicious kiss for a while longer.

“Are you absolutely sure about this, honey?” Stacey asked, pulling back just an inch. “There’s no going back afterward.”

After a single nod from Trish, Stacey kissed her daughter again, letting her passion flow freely. Their mouths moved together, slowly at first. Stacey was happy to let Trish take the lead, not wanting to rush her. The young girl quickly showed how eager and willing she was, though, wasting no time slipping a tongue into Stacey’s mouth while a hand sneaked inside her open shirt to fondle her breast.

Stacey sat back and shrugged off her shirt, then unclasped her bra, letting it fall away. Her arousal-soaked panties were now the only thing she still wore. Without a word, she gripped the hem of Trish’s shirt and pulled it up and off. Tossing it to the floor, she resumed their kiss as she gently guided the girl down onto the bed.

As their tongues danced, Stacey caressed the smooth skin of Trish’s shoulder, then let her hand travel downward until she cupped her daughter’s small breast. Trish moaned against her lips as Stacey played with an erect nipple.

“I love you, Trish,” she whispered, kissing her way along the girl’s jawbone then down the smooth column of her neck.

“I love you too, Mom,” Trish replied, her voice ragged.

Desire raced through Stacey’s body, urging her on. She wanted release as much as she wanted to give it to Trish, but she forced herself to move slowly. To take her time and make this special. Besides, she already had a fuck toy in Cindy. Not that she didn’t care about the cute redhead, she did very much, but as hot and wild as the sex may be, it was just that… sex.

Stacey placed little kisses along Trish’s collarbone, making her way down to one small breast. Trish’s chest was rising and falling quickly, and Stacey glanced up to see that Trish was watching her, propped up on her elbows and craning her neck. Her daughter’s lips were parted and her eyes gleamed with desire. Stacey smiled and returned her gaze to the girl’s breast. The stiff pink nipple, the one she had dared to kiss all those weeks ago, waited for her.

Dipping down, she slipped her tongue out to softly flick the nipple. Trish sucked a sharp breath in response, prompting Stacey to do it again, this time with a bit more force. Trish groaned. Excited by these erotic sounds from her daughter, Stacey swirled her tongue around the taut bud and explored the pebbled flesh before taking it all into her mouth. She palmed the other breast as she sucked and licked and reveled in the taste and texture of this forbidden fruit. Moving her mouth to the opposite breast, she slowly slid her hand down the pre-teen’s belly, feeling Trish quiver beneath her touch. The girl whimpered softly when Stacey gently traced her panty-covered slit with a finger.

Stacey stood and hooked her fingers in the waistband. “These need to go,” she said, then peeled the underwear from her daughter’s hips. She paused, looking down, and admired the young beauty laid out on her bed. She caught Trish’s eyes and smiled. The girl grinned back, opening her legs just enough to draw Stacey’s gaze to her waiting sex.

Was she going to do this? Make love to her 12-year-old daughter? Hell yeah, she was! She had Cindy to thank for this. It was the redhead’s seduction that had made Stacey realize what she really wanted—to explore these taboo desires with her own daughter.

“Scoot up on the bed, Honey. Put your head on the pillow,” she instructed as she pushed down her own panties to join Trish’s on the floor.

Trish obliged, shuffling into position, never taking her eyes from Stacey’s naked body. Stacey crawled up to her daughter, stopping when she was hovering above her on all fours. She straddled Trish, one knee between the girl’s legs and her palms resting next to each shoulder. Leaning in for a kiss, Stacey stopped short when Trish’s hands found her breasts. She closed her eyes and hummed appreciatively at the pleasurable tingles elicited by the girl’s touch. Spurred on by the delicious sensations, Stacey drifted closer and captured Trish’s mouth with her own.

As they kissed, Trish continued to explore Stacey’s breasts, kneading the flesh, and tweaking her nipples. She’d clearly grown quite skilled at that, expertly teasing a moan from Stacey’s lips.

Guided by her growing lust, Stacey slid her left hand down her daughter’s body, not stopping until she found her slit. The moisture at her fingertips and the sharp inhalation from Trish intensified the throbbing of her own clit.

She watched Trish’s face as she teased the flesh of her sex. The girl’s eyes were closed and her mouth open, ragged breaths escaping. Stacey traced a path around the puffy pink labia a couple of times before slipping a finger between the folds. Trish groaned in response, pushing her pelvis against the wandering finger, wantonly seeking deeper contact.

Stacey found it difficult to believe that the sexy—no, erotic—display beneath her was a 12-year-old girl and not an experienced adult. That it was her baby girl, turned into a lewd little minx. The thought only served to turn her on more than she already was, if that was even possible. Sliding her finger a bit further up, she found her baby’s erect bud.

“Yes!” Trish moaned when Stacey applied a light circular motion to the girl’s clit with her finger.

As Stacey continued to play with Trish’s pussy, her breath was getting as ragged as her daughter’s, just from watching Trish writhe beneath her. It was becoming too much to bear. She knew what she wanted, what she needed to do. She shifted her gaze from Trish’s face to the sweet treasure that glistened between the girl’s legs.

Stacey’s hand seemed to move on its own. She watched her finger slip from the swollen clit to her daughter’s entrance. She teased Trish’s vagina, wondering if she dared to push inside. Wondering if her little girl’s hymen was still intact—probably not, she had to admit, considering all the sex she’d just heard about.

“Mom, please,” Trish whined, rolling her hips, obviously in need of release.

“Okay, sweetheart,” Stacey whispered, adjusting her position so that her face hovered mere inches from her child’s pussy, dripping with arousal. The scent was intoxicating, sweet with a slight muskiness that almost made her drool. She spread the labia with her thumbs and pushed the flat of her tongue from bottom to top in a slow deliberate stroke.

Trish jerked, her hips bucking. “Fuck!” the preteen croaked under her breath.

Stacey paused for a second, suppressing a giggle at the language. Profanity was not allowed in their house but, in this instance, she could let it slide. Besides, what is a girl to do when her mother is going down on her?

The flavors of Trish’s juices tantalized Stacey’s tastebuds as she explored her daughter’s sex. She swirled her tongue around the entrance, then up to the clit, flicking and chasing the sensitive bud. Back down once more, she pushed her tongue inside, eliciting another moan from above.

Stacey decided to test her theory and gently eased her middle finger into Trish’s vagina. It was a snug fit, but she encountered no resistance to her penetration. Trish hissed, and the rolling of her hips became more pronounced. Stacey sensed that her daughter wouldn’t last much longer, so she worked Trish’s clit with her mouth while she slowly pumped a curled finger into her pussy.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Trish cried out.

Stacey felt the girl’s hands tangle in her hair, while the walls of Trish’s vagina clamped down around her finger. She lapped urgently at her clit as Trish arched her back in orgasm. The preteen stiffened then collapsed before releasing her grip on her mother’s head.

Stacey kept on licking until Trish flinched and gently pushed her away, unable to take anymore. She crawled up beside her daughter and gently kissed her lips.

“You okay, baby?” Stacey asked softly.

“Uh-huh. That was wonderful,” Trish said in a dreamy voice.

“Good. I’m glad.” Stacey traced lazy circles across Trish’s torso with a finger.

Trish rolled onto her side to face Stacey. She smiled and kissed her mother slowly for a moment, then cupped a breast and toyed with the nipple.

“My turn?” Trish asked playfully.

Stacey returned the smile and nodded. “I’m all yours, sweetheart.” She wanted this almost as much as she’d wanted to make her daughter come. Lying back, she let Trish take charge.

Trish wasted no time, taking one nipple into her mouth. Stacey purred and smiled, watching her young daughter. This wasn’t the first time she had witnessed Trish suckling her breast. Of course, the girl had been much younger then, just a baby, and the circumstances purely maternal. Thinking back to those days, Stacey remembered on occasion becoming… aroused during her daughter’s feeding. Just a little bit, and it never lasted more than a moment. She would immediately squash those feelings down, never to think of them again. Well, until recently, anyway.

As Trish worked her mother’s nipple, warm wonderful feelings rushed through Stacey’s body, moving directly to her core, making her arousal peak ever higher. She gently stroked Trish’s hair, stopping only when the girl moved away. Stacey opened her eyes to see Trish moving down her body. Her pussy clenched and relaxed and clenched again in anticipation as she watched the girl inch ever closer.

Her legs spread of their own volition and Trish nestled between them. The girl looked up, flashing a sassy grin, and pressed a thumb directly to her clit. Stacey sucked in a breath and bit her lower lip as Trish worked her swollen bud. The sensations flashing through her were intense and threatened to throw her over the precipice at any moment.

“Oh, God!” she croaked out when Trish’s mouth found her clit and enveloped it. Stacey fell back, clutching a fistful of the blanket in each hand as the pleasure became nearly overwhelming.

“Are you going to come so soon, Mommy?” Trish asked in a sweet, innocent little girl voice.

Stacey’s hips bucked. No, no, no! she whined to herself. She didn’t want to come, not yet! But, oh God, what her daughter was doing to her! The way Trish’s mouth and tongue moved over her cunt and clit, and that little girl voice. It was just too much. She gave in and let the orgasm crash over her. Not that she had much of a choice at this point. “Trish!” she called out, drawing out the name. Stacey squeezed her eyes shut, bright white lights flashing behind her lids, as she rode out wave after wave of unbelievable ecstasy. How was it possible for such a young girl to bring anyone to such an intense climax?

Stacey slowly blinked open her eyes once she had caught her breath. She smiled and sighed contentedly, feeling a warm cheek on her shoulder and a finger teasing her nipple. She kissed the top of her daughter’s head and once again hummed in satisfaction.

“I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard, or that fast before,” she said with a soft chuckle.

Trish giggled and snuggled closer. “I’m glad it was good for you.”

“Good!” She snorted. “It was beyond good, sweet girl. More like… absolutely amazing.” She pulled Trish into a warm embrace. “Your stepsister has taught you well, I think.”

“She’s been a wonderful teacher,” Trish said with a grin as she trailed the finger that had been teasing one nipple down Stacy’s belly to the nest of hair at the top of her slit.

Stacey shuddered, feeling her daughter’s fingers playing with her pubic hair.

“Want to see what else I learned?” the girl asked, her voice exuding sex appeal way beyond her years. Then, before Stacey could reply, Trish pulled herself to her knees and straddled her mother’s head. Stacey’s eyes widened as her preteen daughter lowered herself until her juice-slick pussy was within easy reach of her mouth. Trish, on the other hand, was already busy licking Stacey’s equally sodden cunt, her fingers probing her entrance.

Good Lord, she’s going to kill me! Stacey thought as she eagerly began to lick her horny young daughter.

***

For the second time that day, now a couple of hours later, Trish was finishing up in the bathroom when the doorbell rang. She checked her face in the mirror once more before heading out. Her mother had given her two more toe-curling orgasms then sent her off to shower away the scent of sex before Cindy returned.

Trish had been surprised but also delighted that her mother had confessed her desires for her and that they had made love. They had discussed whether to tell Cindy about this new facet of their relationship. Stacey was concerned that, even though Cindy was okay with an adult and underaged girl having sex, she might think incest is pushing it too far. Trish, on the other hand, was certain that Cindy would take it in stride. So, they had come up with a sexy, if somewhat sneaky, way of breaking it to her.

Humming a nameless tune, Trish hurried down the stairs to greet her friend. She wondered what Cindy must be feeling at the moment, now that Trish knew about her and Stacey. Hopefully, the girl wouldn’t feel too awkward or uncomfortable around them. Her mom had said that the three of them would talk about it when Cindy returned, and Trish hoped that would make things okay.

Opening the front door, she found Cindy standing there, as expected. Her friend was smiling and didn’t seem uneasy in the least, to Trish’s relief.

“Welcome back,” Trish said happily, stepping aside. “Come on in.”

Cindy stepped inside and kicked off her sneakers. “So, what did I miss? I take it by your cheery mood that we’re… okay, then?” Cindy made a large sweeping motion with her hand, indicating herself, Trish, and Stacey, who was sitting in the living room sipping her coffee.

“Yeah, everything’s fine. Me and Mom talked and stuff,” Trish said, leading them to the sofa.

“I’d say!” Stacey snorted, but waved it off when Cindy cocked an eyebrow at her. “Cindy, honey, I want to apologize for earlier. I shouldn’t have just blurted that out the way I did. You and I should have discussed how we were going to tell Trish about us beforehand.”

Cindy shrugged as she sat down on the sofa. She gave Trish a grin then looked back to Stacey. “That’s okay. I mean… I was a bit worried that Trish would get mad at us at first. But when I thought about it, I remembered the talk me and her had when, well, when you touched me the first time. And you told her you’d want to do me if you were 12.” She paused to glance between mother and daughter, a smile on her lips. “She wasn’t upset by that idea at all. I think she might even have been a bit turned on by it. So, I figured she probably wouldn’t be mad now.”

Trish’s cheeks warmed at Cindy’s spot-on assumption. The thought of her best friend and her mom together had turned her on for sure.

Stacey was smiling at them, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I’m happy to hear that, Cindy. I never thought about it at the time, but I should have…This could have ruined the friendship you two have. I would have felt horrible if it had,” Stacey said.

Trish snaked an arm around Cindy’s waist. “No harm done here. How about you?”

“None here either,” Cindy chirped. “But I was wondering…”

“What, honey?” Stacey asked.

“Well… when I come over…” The pretty redhead glanced between them. “How do I know who I’m going to have sex with? Are we gonna make a schedule or something?”

Stacey laughed. “That’s a good question. A schedule would be a solution, but…” She moved to a spot on the sofa right next to Cindy, placing a hand on the girl’s knee. “You’re Trish’s bestie,  you should be with her. Now, don’t get me wrong. I’ve loved all the times we’ve been together, and I would really like to keep on having sex with you. So, maybe it should be up to you, and Trish too, to decide when you’ll sleep in my bed.”

Trish grinned. That was a great idea, letting Cindy be the one to decide when she would have sex with Stacey. But there was another, even better solution, and she waited for her mother to put it out there.

“Yeah, that would work, I guess,” Cindy said as she watched Stacey’s hand slowly traveling up her thigh.

“There is another option,” Stacey said softly. When Cindy cocked her head, she continued. “Trish and I could share you… at the same time.”

Yes! Trish thought. The heat was pooling between her legs at the thought of what her mother was suggesting.

“At the same time? As in a… threesome?” Cindy asked, her eyes wide.

“Uh-huh,” Stacey purred. “If you would like that, that is. How about you, Trish? Care to share your sexy friend with me?”

“I’d love to!” Trish responded with a giggle. She pressed herself against Cindy, flicking her tongue along her friend’s ear. A glance down showed that her mother’s hand was at the apex of Cindy’s thigh, gently rubbing against her pant-covered sex, eliciting moans that were soon muffled by Stacey’s mouth.

Trish grinned as she watched the two kiss, growing more excited by the second. She found one of her friend’s small breasts with one hand, squeezing it, while making good use of the other between her own legs, pressing down to find a bit of relief against that pleasant familiar ache.

“Mom,” she said with a playful whine, “this is in the way.” She indicated Cindy’s shirt by pulling at the hem.

“You’re absolutely right, Dear,” Stacey replied, leaning back far enough for Trish to pull the garment up and off her friend. It had no sooner hit the floor than the bra Cindy had been wearing joined it.

As one, mother and daughter each took a stiff pink nipple into their mouths. Cindy whimpered in pleasure and Trish felt her friend’s fingers tangle in her hair. Glancing to the side, she saw Cindy’s other hand on the back of Stacey’s head.

Trish watched her mother for a moment. Stacey was obviously enjoying licking the young girl’s boob just as much as Trish was relishing ogling the scene. Her libido was ramping up fast. Damn, if this could get her so hot and horny despite having already come a bunch of times today, what would happen when she witnessed her mom going down on her friend? She moaned softly in anticipation of what the day had in store, then forced herself to focus her attention on the nipple in her mouth.

Cindy was panting, her chest rising and falling with each breath. Trish slid a hand down her friend’s belly, intending to slip it into Cindy’s pants, but found that her mother had already beaten her to that prize. Trish let the nipple slip from her mouth and stared down, eyes glued to where her mother’s hand was busy rubbing Cindy’s pussy.

“I think we should move this to the bedroom,” Stacey breathed huskily.

Trish nodded and stood. Stacey followed suit and the two of them pulled Cindy to her feet. The girl, face flushed from the intimate attention she had been receiving, grinned at them.

“Yeah, let’s do that. Quick!” Cindy said, almost breathless. She pushed off her pants, which were already unbuttoned and sliding down on their own, anyway. “And you two are wearing much more than me. Seems unfair!” she added, looking down at herself, clad only in panties and socks, then at the two of them, still fully clothed. Laughing, Trish and Stacey took Cindy by the hands and hurried up the stairs, straight to the master bedroom.

Not waiting for an invitation, Trish quickly stripped down to nothing. She then pushed Cindy onto the bed and removed her friend’s remaining clothes while Stacey watched with hungry eyes.

“Such a wonderfully naughty sight,” Stacey said, moving toward them. “Care to help me with my clothes, girls?”

Trish and Cindy eagerly stood. Trish pulled at the buttons of her mother’s top while Cindy worked the zipper on Stacey’s pants. It only took a few moments to have the woman as naked as they were. Trish loved seeing her mother’s nude body. Stacey was just as sexy as Gwen, with both women having a similar build, though Stacey’s boobs were smaller. Not that Trish cared about that.

Stacey crawled onto the bed and stretched out on her side like a cat. She smiled slyly and crooked a finger at them. “Come girls. Don’t be shy.”

Cindy was the first to scramble alongside Stacey. Trish followed more slowly, sitting near the foot of the bed. “I think I’d like to watch you two for a bit, if that’s okay,” she said.

“Of course, sweetheart. Whatever you wish,” Stacey said, turning her attention to Cindy.

“Don’t wait too long or you might miss out,” Cindy teased.

“Oh, I don’t think there’s any fear of that,” Stacey said then pressed her lips to Cindy’s. The cute redhead fell back onto the bed, with Stacey following her down.

Trish watched in delight as the two kissed, Cindy’s arms wrapping around her mother while Stacey’s hand found the young girl’s pussy. God but this was hot. It reminded Trish of watching Gwen and Monica have sex, but the fact that it was her own mother and her best friend made the scene that much more erotic.

As Stacey’s hand explored Cindy, Trish mimicked what her mother was doing between her own legs. She rubbed her clit for a moment, then pushed a finger into her entrance. As Stacey’s finger pumped, so did Trish’s. Her moans and rapid breaths matched Cindy’s, and Trish was sure that her friend was feeling the same jolts of pleasure that she was. The pressure was building inside, and Trish knew that they would both come soon.

She was surprised when her mother paused before pushing the girl over the edge, instead taking her hand away. Trish stopped touching herself, too, matching what was happening to her friend, though she wasn’t sure why. Cindy, a bewildered look on her face, whimpered in disappointment.

“Fear not, my dear. We’re not done yet. But there’s no need to rush,” Stacey said, then leaned forward and took a nipple into her mouth, getting a soft moan in response, though Cindy didn’t look completely satisfied with the change of pace.

Trish grinned and cupped her own small breasts. She rubbed and pulled at her nipples as Stacey suckled on Cindy’s. The need between her legs was strong, though, and soon Trish slipped a hand back to her pussy, rubbing eagerly over her swollen clit. Cindy seemed to have the same idea, reaching down to touch herself, but Stacey pushed her hand away.

“No, no, no. No touching,” Stacey chided. She began sliding down the preteen’s body, planting little kisses as she went.

There was no doubt in Trish’s mind as to what her mother was about to do, and her clit throbbed in sympathetic anticipation. When Stacey reached her goal, Cindy sucked in a sharp breath. Trish moaned, pressing down on her clit. She couldn’t see exactly what her mother was doing but the bobbing of her head and the way Cindy squirmed painted the erotic scene clearly enough.

Trish pushed a finger inside her cunt once again, pumping rapidly as she watched Stacey devouring her best friend’s pussy. She was on the brink again, and this time she wasn’t stopping for anything. Her moans grew louder as she fingered herself in rhythm with the rolling of Cindy’s hips, and when the girl stiffened and cried out, so did Trish. Her breath caught and her body convulsed as the delicious ecstasy of the orgasm rushed through her.

All too soon, the pleasure faded away, as it always does, and Trish opened her eyes. Cindy was lying still except for the rise and fall of her chest, her eyes just now fluttering open as well. Stacey moved up beside the redhead, Cindy’s juices glistening on her lips and chin.

“That was so hot,” Trish said when Cindy had returned from the dreamy world of post-orgasmic bliss.

“You should have been on my end,” Cindy replied with a snort.

“I’m sure I can make that happen,” Stacey said in a saucy voice.

“Mmmm, can’t wait!” Trish said in a sexy tone of her own, exchanging a sultry look with her mom.

Cindy looked from one of them to the other questioningly. “Wait, you’re really going to… together? I mean, I thought… umm, that each of you would take turns with me and that would be it.” Cindy paused for a second, then a wicked smile grew on her lips. “But don’t get me wrong! I think that’s kinky as hell and really hot. A threesome with a mom and daughter. Wow. And here I thought a threesome with twins was wild.”

Stacey raised an eyebrow. “Twins?”

“Story for another time, Mom,” Trish said as she crawled up her mother’s body. “For now, I think it’s time for us to make you come.”

Stacey chuckled. “Fair enough.”

Trish kissed her mother for a moment as she fondled a breast, then moved down to take a hardened nipple into her mouth. She motioned for Cindy to join her on the other side, but her friend was busy staring. Maybe she hadn’t completely believed that Trish would be getting dirty with her mom, and now the sight was blowing her mind. Trish couldn’t blame her; she’d certainly enjoyed watching Stacey and Cindy just earlier—not to mention Gwen and Monica!

Finally, Cindy gave herself a shake, flashed a grin, and came closer. Both of them began to eagerly suck and lick Stacey’s breasts.

“Damn, girls. That feels so good,” Stacey murmured.

Trish hummed a muffled reply as she slid a hand down her mother’s belly to the wet heat between her legs. Quickly finding the swollen clit, she began moving her fingers in little circles over it. Stacey bucked in response then settled into a gentle rolling motion with her hips. Cindy’s hand soon joined Trish’s, pushing two fingers into Stacey’s vagina. Trish and Cindy exchanged excited looks as they rubbed and fingered Stacey, then the space between them disappeared and their mouths moved together hungrily, their tongues tangling.

Stacey was moaning and squirming, her hands moving up and down their backs, cupping their asses, even slipping between their legs from behind. This fueled Trish’s renewed desire, her clit once again begging for attention. She shifted around, straddling her mother’s leg, and pressed her pussy against it. Trish tried rocking her hips, adjusted her position, and gave it another shot. Finding just the right spot, she applied more pressure, mashing her clit against her mom’s leg. A moan escaped her lips.

Seeing what Trish was doing, Cindy mimicked her. Each of them humped one of Stacey’s legs as they switched between kissing one another and sucking on the woman’s nipples, all the while maintaining their attention on Stacey’s cunt.

“Yes, yes. I’m gonna come,” Stacey called out. “Don’t stop, don’t stop.”

They didn’t. Instead, they doubled down and increased the tempo with both their fingers and their hips. Soon, Stacey cried out as her orgasm hit, and that was all Trish needed to join her mom over the edge. Intense waves of pleasure hit Trish over and over. She called out as her body jerked with each of the aftershocks that shot through her like bolts of lightning. Lost in her bliss, she only vaguely was aware of Cindy crying out as her own climax took her.

Trish and Cindy snuggled with Stacey after everyone had calmed down, one on each side. That had been wild, but making love with her mom had made Trish’s sexual appetite simply endless today, and she was sure they weren’t finished yet. Far from it. This was just a small respite between rounds.

She glanced across her mother to where Cindy was looking back, a big grin on her face. “You ready for more?” Trish asked her friend.

“You bet. But, um, could I…” A shy smile appeared on Cindy’s lips, but there was also plenty of lust in her gaze. “Could I watch you and your mom some more first, though?”

“Fine with me! Anything you’d like to see us do?”

“Umm… how about a sixty-nine?”

“I think that can be arranged,” Trish said with a chuckle.

“Girls, I am still here, ya know,” Stacey said in mock annoyance.

“We know,” Trish said, tweaking her mother’s nipple. “You wouldn’t mind licking my pussy while I licked yours, would you?”

“Not at all, sweetheart. But first, I need a bathroom break and some water.” Stacey extricated herself from the tangle of limbs and stood. “You two are going to wear me out.”

“I can’t believe we’re doing this!” Cindy said once Stacey was out of the room.

Trish snorted. “Well, I can’t believe you seduced my mom the same day I left for Edmonton.”

“Well, that was kinda your fault. If you hadn’t told me what she said about wanting to do me if she was our age…”

“I’m sure her touching your pussy and making you come had something to do with it, too,” Trish replied.

Cindy shrugged. “I plead the fifth.”

They laughed as Stacey returned, carrying a tray with three glasses of water. They scrambled to sit up as Stacey handed them each a glass.

“Drink up,” she said, taking a spot next to them. “You need to stay hydrated.”

Once they had their fill, Stacey placed the empty glasses on the nightstand and flopped down on the bed. Trish eyed the length of her mother’s naked body, licking her lips absent mindedly.

She had learned and done so much since Monica first introduced her to sex only a few months ago. Wondering what Monica was doing right now, Trish smiled. She couldn’t wait to tell her stepsister all about these thrilling new developments in her sex life! And maybe if she could get her in bed with Mom and Cindy one day…

“If Monica visited, you think we could have a foursome?” Trish asked without thinking.

Stacey cocked an eyebrow. “Pardon?”

Trish felt heat rise to her cheeks. “Oh! Err, I didn’t mean to say that out loud. Never mind!”

“Too late, I heard you. What makes you think Monica would be okay with fooling around with an adult, hmm?”

Trish shrugged, hoping her mom would just let it go. She really didn’t want to get into exactly why she knew Monica would be okay with it.

“Do Monica and her mother fool around?”

Trish didn’t answer, she just looked blankly at Stacey. She didn’t want to lie to her mom, but at the same time, she had no right to betray Gwen and Monica’s secret.

Stacey studied her for a moment, and Trish began to worry that her mom could read her mind.  She didn’t seem to be mad or worried, though. In fact, was that the beginnings of a smirk on her mother’s lips?

“I see,” Stacey said slowly, then sighed. “Well, we can discuss that later. Now, I think there was talk of a sixty-nine earlier?”

The knot that had begun to form in Trish’s belly disappeared and she flashed a large smile. Eagerly straddling Stacey’s face, she lowered her mouth to her mother’s pussy, new arousal joining the abundance already there. Trish licked and sucked with delight, savoring the taste and scent as her mother did the same to her.

It wasn’t long before she felt another pair of hands on her backside. Apparently, Cindy was no longer content with just watching. Without warning, small fingers pushed into Trish’s vagina. She gasped at the suddenness of the intrusion, then moaned as Cindy began fucking her. Her mother’s tongue and Cindy’s fingers soon had Trish crying out as yet another orgasm claimed her.

As soon as Trish rolled off her mother, Cindy took her place, the redhead’s mouth hungrily lapping at Stacey’s cunt. Trish watched, grinning at the scene.

She thought of the wonderful sex that had happened today. Or all summer, really. She’d had so many wonderful experiences. With Monica and Gwen, with Gabby and Kat, with Keesha and all the other girls at camp Lick-A-Clit. Even her rendezvous with Mark in the boathouse had been special in its own way.

Sex with her mother had been a pipe dream, or so she had thought. But now it was happening, and that made her smile even more. She could only imagine what the rest of the summer would have in store for her. Maybe, hopefully, it would include a visit from Monica. If it did, she knew that at the very least she, Monica, and Cindy would have sex. What she really hoped would happen, though, was the foursome she had accidentally alluded to earlier. Her mother didn’t seem put off by the idea, so maybe, just maybe…

The End?

 

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Staying in Touch – Keep or Delete

  • Posted on June 25, 2021 at 2:09 pm

Hey there JS fans.

I have some questions for all of you:

  • Do you like the “Staying in Touch” page?
  • Is it useful?
  • What should the future of our “Staying in Touch” page be?

Here’s the thing. A few issues have come to my attention and that need addressing.

  1. People asking to have their info included only to ask for its removal a short time later,
  2. People complaining that no one responds to emails sent to them,
  3. People complaining that published email addresses are not valid,
  4. People are being, for lack of a better word, harassed. (IE: Asked about their activities with their kids, if you get my meaning.)

MY THOUGHTS:

Issue 1. This may be happening because of issue 4, which would be totally understandable if it is.  And it’s not a big deal to delete someone from the list, just annoying when you’ve taken the time to create a record and add the data only to delete it a short time later.

Issue 2. Sorry, nothing I can do about that.

Issue 3. There are far too many emails for me to vet on a regular basis to ensure validity.  As stated at the top of the “Staying in Touch” page, you! need to report any invalid email addresses to us. Do that and I will gladly delete them.

Issue 4. This really sucks! And sadly, there is nothing I can do about it.

CONCLUSION:

I, personally, would like to delete it.  But, the “Staying in Touch” page is for you, our readers therefore,  I (Juicy Secrets) would like your input on what we do with it. Do we keep the page as is, do we get rid of it altogether, or are there any changes you would like to see that would make it better?

Let us know what you think in the comments below. We are looking forward to hearing your opinions.

 

Amanda Lynn

Juicy Secrets Site Manager

 

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Unaccompanied Minor, Book Two, Chapter 12

  • Posted on June 21, 2021 at 1:59 pm

By Amanda Lynn

The remaining few days of her time with Monica, Gwen, and her father had gone by in a flash. If Trish and Monica weren’t home keeping busy, they were at the mall or the pool. The evenings were reserved for family time. Jason, now done with the night shift, would take them all out to dinner, then a movie, or a trip to the bowling alley. One rainy evening they just stayed home and played board games. Trish and Monica had saved their lovemaking for the nighttime, though they did get in an afternoon threesome with Gwen.

They were quiet on the way to the airport, holding hands instead of speaking, in fear one of them would start to cry, though the tears did come as they hugged and said their farewells at security. When Trish and her dad passed through the metal detector she turned and waved to Monica and Gwen. Her heart ached, and she wanted to rush back to Monica and hold her and never let go. She couldn’t do that, though, and she knew it.

She would miss Monica, and Monica would miss her. But soon enough, she would be home with her mom, and she would see Cindy too. Besides, it wasn’t like she would never see Monica again. They would be together again during the Christmas holidays, and they could video chat on their computers in the meantime. Feeling just a tad bit better, she took her dad’s hand and headed to her gate.

***

The flight was uneventful, and it landed at Toronto’s Pearson International on time. Suitcase in hand, Trish and the flight attendant assigned to her made their way from the baggage carousel to where her mother would be waiting to greet her. Trish’s smile grew when she spotted Stacey and she hurried over, wrapping her arms around her mother.

With the release forms signed and ID shown, the flight attendant wished them a good afternoon and left. A dozen or so minutes later, Trish and her mom were in the car and heading for home. They talked all the way there, Trish recounting the adventures she had with Monica in the city and at camp—well, the G-rated ones, anyway—and the family outings with her dad and Gwen.

“Sounds like you had an exciting time,” Stacey said as she steered the car into their driveway.

“Yeah, but I wish they lived closer, though.”

Stacey smiled warmly and rested a hand on Trish’s knee. “You and Monica have become good friends, huh?”

Trish nodded then glanced at her knee. Her mother’s hand was still there, and she felt a little pull in her belly. Looking back up, she caught Stacey’s eyes and held them for a long beat.

“Well then,” Stacey said, pulling her gaze and hand away, “Let’s get inside. Are you hungry? I thought I’d order Chinese.” Her mother hurriedly exited the car before Trish could utter a word. What the hell was that about? Trish wondered.

Trish was in her room and was taking her clothes from her suitcase when her mom appeared at her bedroom door. “The food will be here in about 30 minutes,” Stacey said, leaning against the door jamb and folding her arms across her chest.

“Okay,” Trish replied then went back to her unpacking. After a few moments, she realized Stacey was still standing there, a curious grin on her face.

“Mom?” Trish cocked her head slightly. “Are you okay?”

“Hmm? Yes, of course. I’m happy you’re home. I missed you, that’s all,” Stacey said and crossed the short distance to pull Trish into a hug.

Trish returned the hug and it felt nice. Nice enough to send a familiar tingle through her body when her mother’s hand gently caressed her back. Don’t be silly, she scolded herself. It’s just a hug, nothing more. Stacey gave her a soft kiss on the cheek before retreating from the room, leaving Trish slightly confused.

After the contents of her suitcase were put back where they belonged, and the suitcase itself stowed in the closet, Trish made her way downstairs just as the doorbell sounded. She retrieved plates and utensils from the kitchen and set the table while Stacey paid the delivery guy.

Trish squeezed plum sauce from a small plastic packet, drizzling it over her egg rolls. She took a bite of one. “Mmmm,” she said as she chewed, “these are so good.”

“Did you leave your manners in Edmonton?” Stacey teased.

Trish made a face, scrunching up her nose at her mother, then took another bite.

“Have you called Cindy to let her know you’re home?” Stacey asked.

Trish shook her head. “Not yet.” She ate a couple of forkfuls of rice. “Do you think it would be okay if she stayed the night tomorrow?”

“Of course, sweetie. I’m sure Cindy is anxious to see you too.” Stacey grinned at her knowingly, clearly thinking she knew what Trish and Cindy would get up to. And Stacey would be right, of course.

After supper, Trish helped with the clean up before heading to her room to call Cindy. Her friend was excited to hear from Trish and eagerly agreed to the sleepover. They chatted for a bit, but each of them had stories to tell that were best saved for when they could speak face to face. They said goodnight with a promise to see each other early the next afternoon.

The rest of the evening was spent on the sofa with her mom watching TV. Trish noticed during the evening that Stacey seemed to be more touchy-feely than normal, placing a hand on Trish’s leg or arm when she spoke and such. It wasn’t unpleasant or anything, it just wasn’t typical mom behavior.

“I’m gonna go to bed now,” Trish said when the movie they were watching ended. It was closing in on 10 PM, which made it 8 PM in Edmonton, and she wondered if Monica might be online.

“Okay, honey,” Stacey said. She gave Trish a warm hug, caressing her back, then a soft kiss on the cheek. “Sleep well.”

“Night, Mom.” Trish returned the hug and headed upstairs. She made a quick stop in the bathroom to pee and brush her teeth, then continued to her room, where she stripped to her panties and pulled on a nightshirt. Finding a comfortable spot on her bed, she opened her laptop. A few clicks later, Monica was smiling back at her from the screen.

“Hey there. Home safe and sound, I see,” Monica said.

“Yeah. I miss you already but it’s good to be home, too.”

“I miss you, too. I bet your mom was happy to have you home.”

“Yeah, she was.” Trish paused for a moment. “Ya know, she seems… I don’t know how to explain it. More hands-on happy to see me. Does that make any sense?”

“No,” Monica said. “You’re gonna have to explain that.”

“Well, ever since I got off the plane, she’s been giving me hugs. I mean, I expected one at the airport, but she’s given me a bunch more since then. And then she touched my arm or leg while we sat and talked like a hundred times.”

“Maybe she’s just really happy to see you?” Monica said, drawing out the word really.

Trish chuckled. “She’s never acted like that before when I’ve come home from your place.”

She watched Monica make her thinking face, eyes looking skyward and a finger tapping her chin. “Do you think maybe what happened in your bedroom that morning has gotten to her?”

It was Trish who made a face now. “What do you mean?”

“Maybe she’s been stewing on it the whole time you were with me and she’s decided to do something about it but isn’t sure how to tell you.”

“Do you think so?”

Monica shrugged. “Maybe.”

“How do I find out for sure? I mean, I can’t just come out and ask her if she wants to have sex.”

“Yeah, that would be awkward if she doesn’t want it,” Monica said with a chuckle. “Maybe you could just flirt a little. You know, touch her arm or leg like she does to you, or maybe wear something a bit sexy.” Monica waggled her eyebrows at her.

“Sexy? What do I have that’s sexy? It’s not like I own anything from a Victoria’s Secret catalog.”

“No, I guess not. You could wear that crop top and shorts you had on the other day, let her see some skin. Or,” Monica held up a finger as inspiration struck, “you could wear that short nightshirt—you know, the one with the wolf on it—and nothing underneath.”

Trish frowned at her stepsister. “Okay, then what?”

“Then do things around your mom that look innocent but that gives her a glimpse of your cute butt and pussy.” Monica grinned at her mischievously.

“I should flash my mother. Is that what you mean?” Trish had to admit, the idea excited her. More than that, it was turning her on. Without thought, she slipped a hand into her panties.

“No, I said innocent things. Like bending over to pick up something you dropped, or sit cross-legged on the sofa. Stuff like that.”

“You have a naughty mind. Of course, I already knew that,” Trish said.

“Speaking of naughty, are you playing with yourself?”

“Huh?” Trish glanced down, realizing just then what she had been doing. She grinned sheepishly at the monitor, then giggled. “Yeah, I guess I am.”

“Hang on a sec,” Monica said, then disappeared from the field of view. A moment later, the image on the screen shook and bounced around before settling once again. Monica was now naked, sitting on her bed, legs spread wide. The laptop was positioned in such a way that Trish had a perfect view of all of Monica’s body, especially the naughty bits.

“Oh! It’s going to be that kind of video chat, I see,” Trish said with a giggle. She followed Monica’s lead and soon she too was naked with the laptop positioned strategically between her legs.

They chatted some more as they watched each other masturbate. As pleasure grew, their conversation ceased, giving place to soft moans and quick breaths. Trish’s eyes were glued to the screen. Monica looked so hot with her fingers moving faster and faster over her pussy. But Trish kept pace, and soon each of them was rocked by a strong orgasm.

After a time, Trish straightened and focused once more on her laptop screen. Monica was adjusting her position on her bed as well, grinning at the camera.

“That was fun,” Monica said with a chuckle. “We’ve never done that before.”

Trish smiled. “I hope it’s not the last time.”

“Oh, for sure, it won’t be!”

***

Stacey hadn’t planned on eavesdropping. It wasn’t her fault that the sounds of pleasure coming from her daughter’s room had caught her attention as she passed by. She had intended to pause just for a second, to confirm that she had indeed heard what she thought she’d heard. Then she would head back downstairs to her TV show, leaving Trish in peace to continue what she was doing.

That was what she had intended to do. But the moans coming from Trish’s room had seemed so erotic. There were other moans as well, but they sounded different, as if coming through a pair of speakers. Was her little girl watching porn now? When she put her ear against the door to listen—just for a second, she thought, just to be sure—it was the unmistakable sound of fingers moving rapidly over and through a wet pussy that made it impossible for Stacey to pull away.

Stacey had thought a lot about Trish while her daughter was away. Of course, that was to be expected from a caring mother. But Stacey’s thoughts had been focused more on what had happened in Trish’s room just before she left for Edmonton. Stacey had wanted to, had tried to put it out of her mind…

Then Cindy happened. She’d had sex with Cindy. With a 12-year-old girl. Not just once, but several times over the weeks. She’d lost count, it had been so often.

Each time she’d been with Cindy—touching her, kissing her, licking her—she would think of Trish, wondering what it would be like to do these things to her daughter. At first, she’d been ashamed of herself. How could you want to fuck your own child? she had thought. But with each delicious orgasm she gave Cindy, the desire to pleasure her daughter consumed her more, and by the time she’d picked Trish up at the airport, her mind had been made up. Now, she only needed to find the best way to let Trish know.

When she figured that Trish had come, Stacey turned to leave, but hesitated when she heard Trish speak. Her daughter was alone in the room, she knew that. Maybe the other moans hadn’t come from a video, but another person online. Cindy, most likely. But the other voice she heard didn’t sound like Cindy. It wasn’t until Trish called Monica by name that Stacey knew who the mystery girl was.

“Oh my God,” Stacey whispered to herself, “she’s having cybersex with Monica.” Imagining what those two might have been up to during the past four weeks, the kernel of an idea formed in her mind. A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as she hurried downstairs.

***

Trish rolled onto her side and reached out for Monica, wanting to snuggle close, but her hand found only empty space. Her eyes fluttered open and she breathed a disappointed sigh, realizing that she was in her own room as the fog of sleep lifted. She had become used to waking up beside Monica and she missed it.

A knock on her door drew her from the sad thoughts.

“Come in,” Trish said.

The door opened and Stacey poked her head in. “Morning, sweetheart. I’m not disturbing you, am I?”

“No. I was just getting up.” Trish stretched and yawned then pushed herself into a sitting position.

“Good. I didn’t want to interrupt if you were… well, you know.” Stacey flashed her a wicked grin.

“Mom!” Trish covered her face, hiding the blush that she felt burning her cheeks.

“I’m just teasing you. No need to get embarrassed, you know my thoughts on the subject.” Stacey crossed the room and sat beside her.

Trish peeked between her fingers at her mother. “I know. It just feels weird.”

“I understand. It can feel awkward to talk to an adult about sex and stuff, especially with your mother.” Stacey smiled and rested a hand on Trish’s thigh.

Lowering her hands, Trish nodded. “Yeah, a bit. But I know I can talk to you if I need to.” Even through a blanket and sheet, her mother’s touch made her tingle.

“Good,” Stacey said. After a pause, she said, “Your dad tells me that you and Monica have become quite close.”

Trish froze and looked at her mother wide-eyed. What did she know? For that matter, what did her father know? “What do you mean?”

Stacey rubbed her thigh. “He said you two seemed to be more like real sisters than just good friends.”

Trish beamed at the statement. “Really, he said that?”

“Uh-huh. But I can’t help but wonder if maybe you two are even closer than that.”

Just as she was beginning to relax, Trish stopped and stared again, her heart skipping a beat. Maybe her mom did know something, after all. She tilted her head to the side, trying to look like she had no idea what Stacey was talking about. “What… do you mean?” Trish asked again, more slowly.

Stacey hesitated, then glanced from Trish to the laptop that rested on her dresser and back again. “I heard you last night, while you were online with Monica, and it sounded very much like you two were…having cybersex.”

Trish’s eyes widened in shocked surprise. Had her mother listened in on her? Trish wasn’t sure if the heat on her face was more from embarrassment or anger. “Were you spying on me?” Her voice raised in pitch and volume.

“No! Well, sort of. Crap!” Stacey sputtered. She took a breath and let it out. “Let me explain. It wasn’t my intention to listen in on you. I was on my way from the bathroom to the living room when I heard you and another girl making sounds that were… let’s just say telling. And you have to admit you were a bit loud.” Stacey chuckled, but Trish didn’t. “Anyway, the second voice caught me off guard because I knew you were alone. I trust you, and I knew you wouldn’t be doing things like that with strangers, so I thought it might have been Cindy, but then you used Monica’s name.”

Trish shifted nervously. Had their online antics the night before just caused a major problem for them? Her mother didn’t seem upset about it. Or, if she was, she didn’t show it.

“I must admit it didn’t surprise me as much as you might think,” Stacey continued. “Considering how close your dad says you two are, and then what happened with Cindy, well…” Stacey shrugged and took Trish’s hand. “I apologize for making you feel like I was spying, sweetheart. I remember what I told you about exploring your sexuality alone or with another girl, and that still stands. But you’re only 12 years old, and I’m still your mother…”

Trish bowed her head as a blush warmed her cheeks. “I know,” she said softly.

“Good,” Stacey said as she kissed Trish’s forehead. “Now, go get in the shower and I’ll get breakfast started.”

Trish watched as Stacey stood and crossed the room. She wasn’t upset with her mother anymore, and she was very relieved that Stacey wasn’t mad at her. Thinking back, Trish had been a bit loud the previous night as she and Monica masturbated.

When Stacey reached the door, she paused and looked back at Trish. “I still want to have a chat sometime, about you and Monica.” She grinned at Trish and left the room.

“Great,” Trish groaned to the empty room.

***

Trish was just finishing up in the bathroom when the doorbell rang. She smiled at her reflection in the mirror and hurriedly washed her hands before rushing downstairs to meet Cindy. It had been a month since she’d seen her bestie and she was excited to catch up.

When she reached the bottom of the stairs, Trish saw that her mother had already answered it. She arrived just in time to see them finishing an embrace. It seemed a little weird that her mother would do that, but Trish didn’t dwell on it, figuring that it had been just as long since her mother had seen Cindy, and Stacey was happy to see the girl as well.

“Hey, long time no see,” Trish said. She greeted her friend with a big smile and a hug of her own.

“Felt like forever.” Cindy wrapped her arms around Trish. “I’ve got a story to tell you later,” she whispered in Trish’s ear.

“Oh, yeah?”

Cindy nodded, flashing a naughty grin.

“Listen, I’m going to have to go home for a bit this afternoon,” Cindy said.

“How come?” Trish asked, closing the front door.

“My grandparents will be in the city today for a specialist appointment and are going to visit us after. Mom said she will call me when they arrive so I can say hi and stuff. I shouldn’t be gone too long.”

Trish smiled at her friend. “That’s okay, just hurry back.”

“Don’t worry, I will.”

“So, how was your trip, Cindy?” Stacey asked as they moved into the living room.

“It was great. We did a lot of stuff in Vancouver. We were hardly ever at the motel, it felt like,” Cindy replied as she followed Trish into the living room. They sat and Cindy told them of her adventures in the city with her parents, aunt, and cousins.

“Sounds like you had an exciting time,” Stacey said when Cindy had finished.

“Yeah, sounds pretty cool,” Trish agreed.

“Well, if you’ll excuse me, I have some things to take care of,” Stacey said as she stood. “Pizza okay for supper?”

“Sure, Mom.”

“Sounds good,” Cindy replied.

Cindy grabbed her overnight bag from the front entryway as they headed to Trish’s room. Once in the bedroom, Trish closed the door and Cindy dropped her bag at the foot of the bed. The girl then turned toward Trish, a wicked smile on her face. She quickly closed the short distance between them and pulled Trish into her arms then kissed her.

Trish was only slightly surprised by the suddenness of her friend’s passion and responded quickly, accepting Cindy’s probing tongue. The kiss was brief but hot, igniting Trish’s desire.

When Cindy pulled back, she was grinning like the Cheshire Cat. “I missed you,” she said.

“Really? I couldn’t tell,” Trish replied playfully. They laughed and plopped down on the bed.

“So, what’s this story you wanted to tell me?” Trish asked.

“Well,” Cindy said, taking her phone from her pocket, “that story I told you and your mom about my vacation with my cousins…”

Trish cocked her head and watched the cute redhead as she swiped through her phone in search of something. “What about it?”

Cindy held up a finger. “Just a sec,” she said, then said then continued to swipe. A couple of moments later, she handed Trish the phone. “The story I told was the G-rated version.”

“Oh?” Trish said, looking down at the phone. On the screen were three bikini-clad pre-teen girls, two of whom were twins. They looked identical except for their hair, for one was a blonde and the other’s hair was raven black. The third girl, who stood slightly shorter than the twins, had long brown hair. The trio was standing on a beach, side by side, each with an arm around the waist of the girl next to her.

“That’s Holly and Ivy,” Cindy said, pointing to the twins, “I told you about them before.”

“I remember. Which is which?”

“Holly is the blonde.”

“Which makes the other one Ivy. So, who’s the third girl?”

Cindy grinned. “That… is Charlie. And she’s the reason why the story needs an X-rating.”

Trish looked at her friend. “Yeah? Funny name for a girl.”

“I thought so too, at first. Her name is Charlene, but Charlie for short.”

Trish looked at the girls in the photo once again. They were sexy, and it didn’t take much to imagine what could have happened to make it an X-rated story. “So, spill, girlfriend,” Trish said, handing back the phone. “I need details.”

“Like I told you and your mom earlier, we stayed at a motel and visited my aunt and cousins pretty much on the daily. Charlie’s mom and my aunt are good friends, so Charlie hung out with us a lot, too. Anyway, about a week into the trip, me, my cousins, and Charlie had a sleepover at their place.”

“And this is when the naughtiness happened?”

Nodding, Cindy continued. “We were down in the family room, which is where we would crash for the night. We were just chilling and stuff when Charlie asked if I had a boyfriend. I, of course, said no. Then she asked me if I had ever kissed a girl.”

“Really? Just… out of the blue?”

“Yup. I wasn’t sure what to say. You know… in case they were homophobes or something stupid like that.”

“Right? So, what did you say?”

“Well, before I could reply, Charlie told me that they, meaning her and twins, kissed a lot. Then she leaned over and kissed me. It was just a quick kiss at first, but when I didn’t freak out, she did it again… and that time there was tongue.” Cindy waggled her eyebrows.

“Wow. And… I bet you returned the kiss?” Trish asked. She was anxious to hear where this was going.

“Uh-huh. We kissed for a while, until the twins interrupted us because they wanted a turn kissing me. Ivy kissed me first, while Holly made out with Charlie. Then me and Charlie switched twins, hah! We kept on kissing, switching back and forth. At some point, my hands started to wander and… I kinda found myself playing with Charlie’s boobs.”

“I bet that was hot,” Trish said. She was getting turned on by the story. As she sat on the bed, listening to Cindy, she began caressing her friend’s leg while squeezing her own together.

“Oh yeah! But Charlie stopped kissing me when I touched her boobs. She asked me straight out if I’d ever had sex with a girl before. I said I had. Didn’t even hesitate with the answer. The three of them then bombarded me with questions, like: With who? What did you do? Stuff like that.”

“So, you told them about us?”

Cindy nodded. “I hope that was okay.”

“Yeah. Sure. Not a big deal.” Trish gave her friend a reassuring smile. “What happened then?”

“Well, Holly and Ivy, one on either side of me, took off their t-shirts and then helped me out of mine. Then they pulled me down onto the bed and played with my boobs.” She gave Trish a sly grin.

“And Charlie?”

“She pulled off my panties and went down on me.”

“Man, she didn’t waste any time.”

Cindy laughed. “Not one bit!”

“That’s wild. You got to return the favor, I hope.”

“Uh-huh. By the time we were done, we’d all done each other more than once. Got into some interesting positions, too,” Cindy said with a smirk.

“Sounds like you had a lot of fun. But… um… you said you all did each other. Does that mean that Holly and Ivy…?”

“Yeah. I was surprised at first. I mean, doing your own sister, that’s a bit… well, whatever. I dunno, I might do the same thing if I had a hot sister, haha.” Cindy looked down at the photo on her phone again. “But what’s even more freaky is that they’re twins. It would be kinda like having sex with yourself. Don’t ya think?”

Trish shrugged. “I guess, but… honestly, sounds like it would be super-hot, if you ask me,” she admitted, grinning at the kinky thought.

Cindy flopped back on the bed and put her hands behind her head. “Okay, your turn. Tell me about your trip. Any hot sex happen for you?”

Snorting, Trish lay back as well next to Cindy. “You could say that.”

Trish went on to fill Cindy in on all the juicy details of her time in Edmonton, leaving out only the part about Gwen, since that was a rather delicate situation with her daughter involved as well.

“I have so many questions!” Cindy said. “You did it with a camp counselor? And a boy? And a bunch of other girls? I thought my vacation had been wild…” There was no doubt that she had become very aroused by Trish’s tale. She rolled onto her side, reaching out to cup Trish’s breast, then glanced at the clock on the nightstand. “But you’ve got me so fucking horny, I can’t think straight right now. I think we have time before supper, if you want to…”

Trish rolled over to face her friend and grinned as she shoved a hand down the front of Cindy’s pants. “Mmm,” she cooed, “you’re soaked.”

Cindy sucked in a breath and moaned approvingly, spreading her legs as Trish’s fingers dipped inside her. She began moving her hips eagerly in rhythm with Trish’s thrusts, then let out a pitiful whine when Trish withdrew her hand.

“Just a sec. Got other plans,” Trish teased. She licked the juices from her fingers as she stood, then with a saucy grin, she yanked the redhead’s pants off and dropped them to the floor before removing her own.

Kneeling on the edge of the bed, Trish lowered her face to the glistening pussy before her. She paused to inhale the intoxicating scent then pushed her tongue through her best friend’s slick folds. Cindy moaned, pushing her pelvis skyward. Trish felt fingers tangling in her hair, holding her in place. She sucked on Cindy’s clit, and the girl twitched, grinding herself against Trish’s face.

Trish lapped Cindy’s pussy hungrily as her own clit throbbed with need. She pulled free of her friend’s grip and pivoted her body clockwise until her pussy was within easy reach of Cindy’s mouth. The girl didn’t need any prompting and stuffed two fingers into Trish’s vagina, immediately fucking her with rapid thrusts.

“Fuck yeah,” Trish grunted and once more set to work on Cindy’s sodden cunt.

Soon the two of them were rocking back and forth, tongues and fingers busily pleasuring each other. Bodies thrumming with lust and minds lost in a haze of desire, the world around them ceased to exist.

When their orgasm took them, Trish collapsed and rolled off Cindy. They lay there panting for a while, and Trish wished that she had taken the time to remove her shirt, now stuck to her sweaty body. She was taking her time catching her breath, eyes closed, her cheek resting on Cindy’s bony shin, when she felt her friend jerk and gasp in what sounded like surprise.

Trish’s eyes flew open in response and she looked up, following Cindy’s gaze. A bolt of fear shot through her, then it was quickly replaced by confusion. Her mother was standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame as if in need of its support. Trish could tell that she had been there for a while, watching them eat each other out. Stacey’s face was flushed red and her breathing was ragged. Her blouse was unbuttoned, and her bra had been pushed up, exposing her breasts. Her pants had been undone and pushed down to her thighs. The pink panties she wore were still on her hips, covering the hand that moved slowly inside.

Catching Trish’s gaze, Stacey straightened, stepped out of her pants, and walked toward the bed.

On to Chapter 13!

Unaccompanied Minor, Book Two, Chapter 11

  • Posted on June 14, 2021 at 2:42 pm

By Amanda Lynn

Trish was met by the aroma of Jason’s homemade pizza the instant she pushed open the front door. Monica was only a step behind, and they giggled when both of their stomachs growled in unison. The bus from Camp Witchatic had arrived late due to a flat tire and the girls were starved by the time Gwen pulled into their driveway.

“Hello, ladies,” Jason called from the kitchen where he was slicing the fresh-from-the-oven pizzas, “you’re just in time.”

“Hi, Daddy,” Trish said, dropping her suitcase at the bottom of the stairs.

“Hi, Jason,” Monica followed suit.

They made their way to where the table had been set with plates, glasses, and napkins. Trish gave her dad a big hug as he came around the counter and he had to lift the hot pans high to keep from burning her.

“Careful, Pumpkin,” he warned, “hot stuff here.”

“Certainly is,” Gwen said playfully, kissing his cheek as she passed.

“Eww!” Trish groaned and grabbed a plate from the stack and sat.

“So, girls, tell me all about camp. Did you have fun?” Jason asked after they had all sat and taken a slice of pizza. Trish and Monica glanced at each other and exchanged a mischievous grin.

“We did, Daddy. There was always something to do,” Trish replied, biting into her pizza.

“That’s great, honey. Gwen tells me that there were about forty girls there. Did you make any new friends?”

Trish was busy chewing, so Monica supplied the answer. “There were several girls that we hung with more than others, but there were two girls in particular that Trish got to know really well.”

Gwen was unable to suppress a snort, understanding the innuendo. If Jason caught it, he didn’t let on, perhaps distracted as Trish broke into a fit of coughs after hearing Monica’s words while taking a drink of her pop.

“Are you okay, Trish?” he asked when she finally stopped.

“Yeah,” she replied, putting down the napkin she had used to cover her mouth, “went down the wrong hole, that’s all.” She cleared her throat once more and gave him a reassuring smile. Turning to Monica, she shot an icy glare. Once Jason was reassured that Trish was okay, they carried on with their meal. To Trish’s relief, the rest of the meal went by without further discussing what they had been up to at camp.

With their meal done, Trish and Monica helped clear away the dishes and clean up the kitchen, then moved to the living room.

“So,” Gwen said as she settled on the sofa, glass of wine in hand, “tell me about these girls you got to know really well.” Jason had left for his night shift a short time before and Trish had suspected that Gwen would be dying to hear all about whatever naughtiness they had gotten into at camp.

Monica laughed. “I was wondering when you were going to ask that.” She and Trish plopped onto the sofa, one on either side of Gwen.

“Well, the first girl was Daisy, right?” Monica glanced across her mother to Trish for confirmation. When Trish nodded her agreement, Monica hesitated then said. “Or maybe you should tell the story?”

Trish shook her head. She could already feel the blush climbing her neck. “No, you go ahead.” Though she’d never had a problem telling her friends about her sexual exploits, Trish found it embarrassing to talk to Gwen about it for some reason.

“So, Daisy is like 10 and Trish met her during a volleyball game,” Monica explained.

“Such a wonderful age, right on the cusp of puberty,” Gwen interjected.

“Anyway,” Monica continued, “Daisy asked Trish if it was true about the camp’s nickname, so Trish showed her that it was.”

“Geez, Monica! You make it sound like I went down on her right there on the court,” Trish protested.

Gwen laughed and gave Trish’s leg a gentle squeeze. “So, when did you show her?”

“It was a few days later when we were spying on the Barbies,” Trish said, acutely aware that Gwen hadn’t removed her hand, nor did it seem she was going to.

“Wait. What? Barbies?” Gwen asked.

“Yeah. That’s what we called them,” Monica said and went on to explain about the four blonde girls and what had happened at Cabin 10 that night: both inside and out. With Monica’s tale bringing back memories, and the way Gwen was caressing the length of her inner thigh, Trish couldn’t help but squirm a little.

“Wow! Sounds like you two had a very exciting evening, indeed,” Gwen said. “I wonder what Veronica plans on doing with that movie. Hopefully, it doesn’t end up online.” Trish and Monica nodded, knowing that it would cause nothing but trouble if it got out.

“And who was the second girl?” Gwen asked.

“Believe it or not, it was Alexis,” Monica supplied. “And before you ask, no, Trish didn’t end up in a movie.”

Monica and Trish told Gwen about the panty raid, each sharing bits of the story. As Gwen listened, her other hand made its way to Monica’s thigh. She was now teasing both of them, pausing on occasion to sip her wine.

Gwen laughed when the story ended. “I guess it’s safe to say that Trish had a very enjoyable time at camp.”

It was Monica who laughed now. “But wait… there’s more,” she said in her best infomercial voice. “There’s also the part about Keesha to tell.”

“Oh?” Gwen said, giving Trish a sly smile. “Do tell.”

“Do you remember me telling you the story of Trish drooling over the lifeguard when she was here in the spring?” Monica asked.

“I do. And this is the same Keesha, I take it?”

“Yep,” Monica said, nodding. “And she had a very special treat for Trish.”

This time it was Trish who told the story, with Monica adding a detail or two if something was left out. When she got to the part about the anal beads, it was Gwen who was squirming in her seat. The sexual tension in the room was very high, and Trish had a hard time finishing the rest of the tale, with her mouth all dry and her breath quickening.

“Oh my,” Gwen said huskily. “That’s quite the story.”

Trish was on fire now, and a glance over told her that Monica was in the same state. The next second, Gwen’s mouth was on hers, tongue pushing easily inside. A hand moved awkwardly to Trish’s crotch and rubbed the front of her panties, making them even damper than they’d already been.

Trish moaned in protest when the kiss ended. Opening her eyes, she saw that Gwen’s mouth found Monica’s instead, and she smiled. While mother and daughter kissed lovingly, Trish undid a couple of buttons on Gwen’s blouse and slipped her hand inside. She palmed a breast, holding it for a moment, enjoying the weight of it in her hand, then she slipped her fingers into the cup and pushed it down, giving her access to the hardened nipple.

Gwen gave an appreciative murmur and sat up. When Monica saw what Trish was doing to her mother, she grinned and quickly finished undoing the buttons of the blouse. With Gwen’s chest exposed, Monica uncovered the other breast and took its nipple into her mouth. Trish eagerly followed suit on the other side.

“This is heaven,” Gwen purred, looking from Trish to Monica and back again, then she closed her eyes and rested the back of her head on the sofa, allowing them to do their thing.

Watching Monica shamelessly licking her own mother’s breast out of the corner of her eye, Trish was reminded of a conversation they’d had before leaving for camp. She sat up, but continued to tease Gwen’s nipple with her fingers. Curiosity getting the better of her, she said, “You never finished the story of your first time with Monica. I think you said she was 9.”

“Almost,” Gwen said, keeping still and speaking in a relaxed, almost dreamy voice. “She was just two months away from her ninth birthday. And one night, when she was supposed to be sound asleep, I decided to watch some adult videos on my laptop and take care of business.” She opened her eyes and smiled slyly at Trish. “I was using my favorite vibrator and was getting close when Ms. Monica decided she was thirsty and came looking for her mommy.”

 Trish gasped. “Oh no! She didn’t!”

“She did. Walked right into my room where I was on my back, butt naked, with a vibrator buzzing away between my legs.” Gwen chuckled, took Monica’s hand, and kissed her knuckles. “Monica stood there like a deer in the headlights. I shrieked and scrambled to cover up and close the laptop. Of course, that scared her and she started to cry.”

“Aww, poor Monica,” Trish said, sticking out her bottom lip in a pout.

“I had no idea what Mom was doing,” Monica said in her own defense, “then she freaked out on me…”

Gwen patted Monica’s knee then reached for her wine. “Once we had calmed down and the tears were dried, I gave her a simplified explanation of masturbation and that seemed to satisfy her… or so I thought.”

“Or so you thought?” Trish asked, intrigued by the statement.

“Uh-huh,” Gwen said after taking a sip. “It was a couple of days later, and I was here in the living room reading when I realized that the house seemed awfully quiet. Too quiet, really. Which, to a parent, usually means the kids are up to some sort of mischief.”

“Not this story,” Monica moaned, a blush climbing her neck.

“What? It was cute,” Gwen said. “Anyway, I quietly made my way to her room and peeked inside. There was Monica. Lying naked on her bed, rubbing herself feverishly with my vibrator. She didn’t realize it had an on switch, which was probably a good thing.”

“What did you do?” Trish asked.

“Nothing. Well, not right away,” Gwen replied. “I stood there, in shock for a moment, but also finding myself turned on.” Gwen paused as if looking for the right words to say. “I’ve always liked young girls. I started experimenting with friends my age when I was around 8 or 9, but I found that as I grew older, the girls I desired didn’t. Eventually, when I was about 16, It was just too difficult and dangerous to seduce anyone more than a couple of years younger than me.”

Trish shifted on the sofa to face Gwen. “That’s too bad.”

“Yeah. So, from then on, I only seduced them in my dreams.”

“Then you had Monica.”

“Then I had Monica. But I’d never had sexual thoughts about her until that day.”

“Really?” Trish asked, glancing over at Monica, who was watching her mother intently, a grin on her face.

“No. She’s my daughter and it would be taboo, so I never gave it any thought…”

“Until that day,” both Trish and Monica said together then laughed.

Gwen chuckled. “Exactly.”

“Okay. Back to that day then,” Trish said.

“Right. So, once I got over the initial shock, I decided that making my presence known at that point was not the right thing to do.” Gwen took another swallow of her wine and continued. “I went back downstairs and let her finish in peace. Later, after supper, I sat Monica down and had a talk with her about taking my things without my permission, and that I felt she was too young to be using a vibrator.”

“Then what?” Trish asked.

“You know, I think that’s enough of that story for now,” Gwen said as she reached out and caressed Trish and Monica’s thighs.

Despite a hint of disappointment—this was the second time the story had been interrupted, after all—the pleasant sensations from her stepmom’s touch soon had Trish distracted from the conversation, her arousal rising by the second.

“All this talk of sex toys and young girls has made me horny as hell.” Gwen stood and held out her hands to Trish and Monica, who quickly took them. “I think we should take this to my room.”

Trish’s vaginal muscles clenched in response to Gwen’s words. Excited about what was to come, both she and Monica moved with purpose as they were led up the stairs and to the master bedroom.

“Now,” Gwen said, backing a few feet away from them. She shrugged out of her open blouse and removed her bra. “Kiss for me,” she instructed.

Trish’s eyes were first drawn to Gwen’s pointed nipples, sexy and alluring. She took a second to admire them, then focused her attention on Monica, who was smiling back rather lustfully, quite sexy in her own way though fully clothed. Trish took her stepsister into her arms and they quickly found each other’s mouth. Their tongues played a silly game, darting in and out, chasing each other, until they finally tangled together in a sensual dance.

Trish moaned softly into her partner’s mouth, a sound soon echoed by Gwen. She opened one eye to peek at the now nude form of her stepmom. The woman was still standing, leaning against a chest of drawers, one hand caressing a nipple, the other slowly playing between her legs.

“Damn if that wasn’t the sexiest thing to watch, but I think you two are overdressed,” Gwen said moments later.

“Wanna undress us?” Monica asked.

Gwen shook her head and crossed over to the bed, sitting on the edge. “Tempting, but I’d much rather watch you undress each other.” She motioned to a spot in front of her. “Why don’t you stand over here where I can get a good look?”

They did as instructed, standing an arm’s length from Gwen and facing each other. Trish was the first to move, grabbing the hem of Monica’s tee-shirt and pulling it up and off. Monica reciprocated, leaving both of them with their small breasts exposed, as neither of them was wearing a bra.

“Mmm, such lovely boobs,” Gwen murmured. “But no touching. Not yet,” she added when Monica palmed one of Trish’s.

“Aww! But they’re so yummy,” Monica whined playfully. Dropping to her knees, she made quick work of Trish’s jeans, underwear, and socks. She had no sooner stood than Trish was herself kneeling, eagerly ridding Monica of her remaining clothes.

Standing naked side by side with her stepsister, Trish trembled with lustful anticipation. She watched as Gwen’s eyes slowly explored their bodies. Her heart was pounding, and each beat was echoed by the throbbing of her clit. She’d fully expected Gwen to touch them, but she still gasped when the woman’s hand softly pressed against her chest, delicious tingles spreading through her body.

Gwen’s other hand was touching Monica in exactly the same way. When she cupped Trish’s breast with one hand, she cupped Monica’s with the other. When she rolled Trish’s nipple between thumb and forefinger, she did the same to Monica’s.

Gwen took her time, not saying a word, as she caressed and teased their chests. It was driving Trish nuts. She was so ready to have someone’s hand or mouth on her pussy, she could hardly stand it. Her anticipation just kept growing as Gwen gently kissed and flicked her tongue over each of their nipples, making Trish moan softly.

When Gwen finally slid her hand down Trish’s trembling body and slipped a finger into her, Trish thought she might tumble to the floor, as her legs suddenly felt like rubber. “Oh fuck,” she gasped, grabbing Monica’s arm to steady herself, though unsurprisingly, the girl didn’t seem to be all that steady herself.

“Oh my!” Gwen said in mock surprise. “You two are absolutely dripping. Such deliciously naughty girls.”

“All… all your fault, Mom,” Monica said, her breath ragged.

Gwen chuckled. “So, what are we going to do about it?”

Trish wasn’t sure how much longer she could hold on, especially with Gwen’s fingers moving inside her. “I don’t know, but someone needs to make me come… soon,” Trish whimpered.

Gwen withdrew her fingers and stood. “On the bed, then,” she said, licking the juices from her fingers.

Trish and Monica quickly scrambled onto the king-sized bed. Their horniness at peak level, they couldn’t keep their hands from touching themselves or each other.

Gwen smiled as she watched them. “Well, I guess it isn’t fair to keep you suffering. Sixty-nine, then, girls. A quick come while I get a little something I bought for you.”

Trish didn’t need to be told twice. A quick pivot and she was on top of Monica. She buried her face between her stepsister’s legs, eager to taste. At the same instant, as Trish swiped her tongue through Monica’s folds, the girl did the same for her. A flash of intense pleasure shot through Trish and she shuddered. Oh fuck, yes! she thought. It wouldn’t take much more of that to make her come.

It proved difficult to concentrate on what she was doing while Monica’s tongue and lips were moving skillfully over her sensitive clit. She moaned against Monica’s cunt and was rewarded with an eager jerk of her hips. Monica was clearly just as hungry for release. Forcing herself to focus, Trish found her stepsister’s clit and sucked on it while simultaneously pushing two fingers into the girl’s vagina. Monica bucked hard but Trish held fast, both of them giving as good as they were getting. Monica’s last act before succumbing to her own orgasm was to push Trish over the edge.

Sometime later, the familiar sound of a paper bag crinkling behind her pulled Trish out of the post-orgasmic torpor. Now on her back, she opened her eyes and craned her head to try to see what was going on. Gwen was pulling something from the bag, but Trish couldn’t tell what from her awkward position. Rolling onto her belly, she saw that the thing seemed to be made of several strips of black leather attached at their ends.

“Is that the something you bought for us?” Monica asked.

“Part of it,” Gwen said as she pulled another object from the bag.

Trish instantly recognized this item. She had seen a similar one at Alexis’ cabin at camp. Hers had been purple, while this one was a fleshy color. Hers had also been larger. If the one Alexis had was comparable to the size of an adult male, this one was that of a young teenage boy.

“You bought us a strap-on?” Monica asked with equal parts surprise and excitement.

Gwen nodded as she inserted the dildo into its place in the harness. “So, who wants to try it first?” she asked, holding it up by one finger.

“Oh! Let me,” Trish said, reaching eagerly for the toy.

Gwen laughed and handed it to her. Trish examined the dildo first. The silicon shaft felt the same as the one Alexis had, though this one was not as detailed and lacked its bumps and ridges. The size, she estimated, was a bit smaller than Kat’s brother’s cock.

“Here, let me help,” Gwen offered after watching Trish fumble with the harness for a while.

Trish handed it back and stood up when Gwen asked her to. It only took a minute for her stepmom to finish securing the harness in place. Glancing down, Trish laughed at the faux-cock protruding from her crotch. She rotated her hips and giggled again when it swung and bobbed. “Do you think boys do this?”

“I bet they do,” Monica said, now kneeling on the bed and laughing as well.

Trish turned to her stepsister. “Ya wanna suck my dick?” she asked in a mock deep voice, wiggling the dildo again. She watched Monica grasp the dildo in her hand and stroke its length a couple of times before taking it into her mouth. Trish drew a sharp breath at the sight of Monica sucking “her” cock. Damn, that was hot.

A few moments later, Monica slowly withdrew the toy from her mouth and grinned up at Trish. “You like that?” she asked sweetly. When Trish nodded in reply, Monica positioned herself on hands and knees and looked back at Trish.

“What are you waiting for?” Monica cooed. “Fuck me.”

Monica’s bluntness was both amusing and very erotic, and more than enough motivation for Trish to quickly move into position. Glancing to where Gwen stood, she wasn’t surprised to see the woman watching them with hungry eyes as she pleasured herself with her fingers.

“Yes, Trish,” Gwen said huskily, “do fuck your sister.”

Fresh juices flowed from Trish as she took the dildo in hand and guided it to Monica’s entrance. Her stepsister’s pussy was just as slick as her own and the toy slipped easily inside. She pushed in as far as it would go, causing Monica to grunt. Trish pulled back then slid back in again, this time leaning forward to cup the girl’s tits.

“You like?” she asked as she fondled the soft fleshy mounds.

“Yes,” Monica hissed. “Fuck me more.”

Trish straightened and, placing her hands on Monica’s hips, began thrusting in rhythm. Watching the cock piston in and out, Trish realized the other end of it was pressing on her clit quite pleasurably and wondered if she would come while fucking Monica. She thought back to the small plastic toy that Monica had used on her as a dildo during spring break. Trish would never have imagined back then that in only a few short months, they would be fucking with an actual strap-on.

The sounds of slapping flesh and grunts from Monica drew Trish’s eyes downward. The tempo of her movements had increased instinctively, and her hips smacked against Monica’s ass, making the girl moan loudly with each thrust. She didn’t slow down, though; this felt too good. And besides, it sounded like Monica was definitely enjoying Trish’s enthusiasm.

Gwen had joined them on the bed now, moving to a supine position with legs spread and pussy within easy reach of Monica’s mouth. Her daughter needed no invitation.

“Yes, baby. That’s it,” Gwen purred, holding Monica’s mouth to her cunt.

The eroticism was almost too much for Trish to take. Her orgasm was building quickly, but she wanted to wait for Monica and Gwen to come first. She tried. Tried awfully hard to wait, to hold back. But it was proving more and more difficult to control the fire in her belly. Just as she thought she was about to lose the battle, Monica cried out in ecstasy, quickly followed by her mother. Trish smiled, basking in the sense of victory of a job well done. Then her own orgasm swept her away, and both she and Monica collapsed onto the bed, each twitching from the aftershocks, trying hard to catch their breath.

“Finish telling us the story. Please?” Trish asked a while later, after they had recovered and she and Monica cuddled on either side of Gwen.

“You’re really curious about that, aren’t you?” Gwen chuckled when Trish shrugged. “So, where was I, then…”

“You had just had a talk with Monica about using your things without permission,” Trish supplied.

“Right. So, I thought that was that then. Monica would stay away from my toys and I could try to pretend that I didn’t know what she was doing in her room, that it wasn’t turning me on. Believe me, it wasn’t easy.”

“Obviously, that’s not what happened,” Monica said.

“Spoilers!” Trish chided her stepsister.

“Anyway,” Gwen continued, “things went back to normal until just after Christmas, when the city was hit by a major blizzard. Everything came to a standstill with snowdrifts up to the power lines, and it knocked out the power that evening. I dug out the candles and portable radio, then Monica and I snuggled on the sofa. We played cards and listened to music until it was bedtime. I got the extra blanket and had Monica sleep with me in my bed to help keep warm.”

“I bet I know how you did that, too,” Trish said with a chuckle.

“Perv,” Monica snorted.

“Hush, you two. And no, that hadn’t been my intent,” Gwen scolded them playfully. “So, we settled in bed. I, on my side, with Monica tucked in, her back against me.”

“Spooning,” Monica added.

“Um, yes. We hadn’t been lying there for more than five minutes when Monica asked me if I was going to masturbate. The question surprised me, but I calmly said no. Which was true, I hadn’t planned on doing it… until she asked the question and put the idea in my head. Monica was quiet for the next few minutes and I figured she had drifted off, but no. She then asked if I would masturbate her. Not if she could masturbate, but if I would do it for her.”

“And you did,” Trish said.

“And I did. Not instantly, mind you. I waged a very short-lived war with myself on whether I should or shouldn’t. Shouldn’t lost. I had a quiet little chat with Monica, then. Told her how much I loved her and how much I wanted to touch her and teach her about lovemaking. I told her about keeping secrets and that saying stop was okay.” Gwen paused for a moment then went on. “When I was sure she understood what I had told her, I slipped my hand into her PJs and touched my little girl sexually for the first time. I stroked her clit, kissed her neck, and whispered I love you in her ear until she came and drifted off to sleep. I, of course, did end up masturbating that night after all.”

“That’s so sweet,” Trish said. “Was that all that happened that first night?”

“Uh-huh. I told her that Mommy would touch her like that any time she wanted, but only at home when we were alone, and she had to ask me to do it. I wouldn’t ask her. Over time, we tried many different ways to have fun. She started playing with my boobs right away, touched my pussy a couple of weeks after that. Oral sex happened, what? Four or five months later.”

“I think it was four months,” Monica added.

“And that’s how it went. Monica asked and I happily obliged every time.” Gwen gave a little snort then continued. “Some days I think I obliged three or four times. She was like a kid in a candy store; couldn’t get enough.”

“Just like Trish after I lured her to the dark side,” Monica said with a chuckle.

“It’s true,” Trish agreed.

“Once I met your father,” Gwen continued, “and it looked like it was getting serious between us, Monica and I had to be extra careful, naturally. Then, when Jason moved in with us, we had to limit our lovemaking to when we knew for sure that we would have a couple of hours alone, without the risk of being caught.”

“Yeah, I can understand that,” Trish said. The tale of Monica’s sexual awakening had rekindled Trish’s libido. One of her hands had been caressing Gwen’s thigh this whole time, but now she slipped it higher and began exploring the woman’s pussy. The flesh was smooth and warm, wet with arousal. Trish found her stepmom’s entrance and pushed two fingers inside.

“Mmmm, that feels good,” Gwen breathed. “Would you like to fuck me like you did Monica?”

Trish grinned, her desire instantly increasing a notch or two. “Yeah, okay!” She scrambled to her knees, in much the same position she had been with Monica.

“Better still,” Gwen said as she reached into her nightstand and retrieved something. She held up a bottle of lube and grinned. “I’d like you fuck my ass. If that’s okay?”

Trish stared, wide-eyed. Did she just ask that? Holy crap. “S-sure,” she sputtered.

“Good. Let me grab a towel first.”

With the towel on the bed and both the dildo and Gwen well lubed up, Trish took up a position at Gwen’s backside. The woman was on knees and elbows, thighs slightly spread, ass in the air, looking quite lewd. Trish admired the sight, then swallowed. She was going to do this. She was going to fuck someone up the ass. Wondering how she should proceed, she looked over to Monica, kneeling beside her.

“Let me help,” Monica said as if sensing her hesitation. Monica took the dildo in hand and guided it to her mother’s anus.

“That’s it, sweetie. Don’t worry, you won’t hurt me. Give it a small push,” Gwen encouraged.

Guided by a gentle nudge from Monica’s hand on her bum, Trish began pushing the cock against Gwen’s asshole, increasing the pressure until it suddenly slipped past the sphincter, surprising Trish and drawing a groan from her stepmom.

“Oh, no! Did I hurt you?” Trish asked.

“Not at all. You’re doing fine, baby.” Gwen looked back and gave her a reassuring smile.

Relieved that she’d done nothing wrong, Trish gripped Gwen’s hips and began rocking her pelvis, slowly increasing her tempo with each thrust. Monica got closer, her hands roaming over Trish’s body, squeezing her boobs. They kissed passionately while Monica tweaked her nipples and Trish repeatedly slammed her cock into Gwen, who was loudly appreciative of her efforts. Monica then moved over and slipped a hand between her mom’s legs, and it took very little time after that before Gwen was shaking all over and screaming into her pillow.

The strap-on was discarded after Gwen came, and the three of them took turns pleasuring each other for another two hours until none could handle another orgasm.

***

After they helped Gwen remove any evidence of their lovemaking in the master bedroom, Trish and Monica had showered and said goodnight, then retreated to Monica’s bedroom.

“I sure wasn’t expecting the day to end like that,” Trish said as Monica snuggled up to her.

“Yeah,” Monica said dreamily, “Can you imagine if you lived here? Threesomes with Mom would be a regular thing.”

“Sounds like fun, but I’d be happy with just you,” Trish replied softly.

“I know. But you gotta admit that having more than one lover is fun, too.”

“Yeah, I guess.” Her stepsister did have a point. Trish had enjoyed being with Daisy, Keesha, and Alexis. And she hadn’t felt any overwhelming guilt afterward. So, what was it that bothered her so much? So what if Monica had sex with her mom and Gabby and Kat? She had Cindy back home. But what if… “Are you gonna have sex with other girls besides Gabby, Kat, and your mom?”

“Wasn’t planning on it, or really looking for anyone.” Monica rolled onto her side to face Trish, “It’s not me having sex with someone new that’s bothering you, is it?” She smiled knowingly when Trish shrugged. “You’re afraid I’m gonna fall in love with someone else and forget about you.”

It was Trish’s turn to roll onto her side. She studied her stepsister’s face for a second. “Yes,” she said meekly.

“I told you at camp that I love you as more than a sister,” Monica said tenderly, “and I always will. And whatever happens tomorrow or ten years from now, I’ll never forget about you. I can’t promise you that I’ll never fall in love with someone else… but you can’t really promise me that either, right?”

Trish felt a tightness in her chest and a tear roll down her cheek. It wasn’t exactly what she’d wanted to hear, but she knew Monica was right. When she sniffed, Monica wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close.

“Please don’t cry. I didn’t mean to make you upset.”

“I know.” Trish sniffed again. “I’m sorry.”

“No need to apologize.” She held Trish in silence for a few minutes before speaking. “Let’s make a deal.”

Trish pulled away and looked at Monica. “What kind of deal?”

“Well, what if we agreed to only be with the lovers we already have? Me with Mom and Gabby here, and you with Cindy back home,” Monica suggested.

She thought about that for a moment or two, realizing it wouldn’t be fair for her to ask Monica to give up making love with her mother, or with Gabby for that matter. And she had just started with Cindy and really didn’t want to give that up either. She liked having sex with girls too much to become celibate between visits with Monica.

“Um, okay. That sounds like a plan. Except you have two people, three if you count Kat, and I just have one,” Trish said, teasing. She didn’t really mind.

Monica chuckled. “Kat is more Gabby’s fuck toy. I rarely do it with her. And I guess you’ll just have to seduce your mom. Sounds like it wouldn’t be that hard, from what you told me. And that would even up the count.”

Trish was taken aback for a moment. Having sex with her own mom. She’d idly fantasized about it but… Could she really have what Gwen and Monica did? “It would make the numbers even,” Trish said slowly, considering. “I wonder if she’d let me, though.”

“Guess you’ll have to give it a shot when you get home.”

Getting more and more excited at the idea, Trish nodded. “Maybe I will.” She would wait and see what her mother’s attitude was like when she got back to Toronto. Had her mom been thinking about her and what happened in Trish’s bedroom before she left for Edmonton? Trish smiled inwardly, thinking about her mother making love to her.

“So, do you agree to the deal?” Monica asked.

“Yes, but…”

“But?” Monica raised an eyebrow.

“What if, say, in September, when school starts, there’s a new girl in my class, and she’s super cute…”

“Go on,” Monica said, looking intrigued.

“She’s super cute and she thinks I’m super cute—because, why wouldn’t she?” Trish grinned playfully, “And she wants to have sex.”

Monica made a face like she was in deep thought. “Super cute, huh?”

“Uh-huh.”

“And she thinks you’re super cute? Which you are, by the way.”

“Thank you and yes.”

“And she wants to have sex?”

Trish nodded.

“Well, I guess you will just have to give it to her.”

Trish opened her mouth to speak but Monica raised a finger to silence her. “But,” Monica paused for effect, “before anything happens, you have to send me pictures of this girl so I can judge the level of her cuteness. If I agree with your assessment, then you can indulge yourself. Of course, the same rule applies to me if I meet a super cute girl who wants my body,” Monica explained, straight-faced, sounding more like a scientist detailing an experiment than a horny girl contemplating new sex partners.

“So, if either of us wants to have sex with someone new, the other has to approve of it first. Have I got that right?” Trish asked.

“Correct, and a detailed report, with pictures if possible, has to be submitted after the dirty deed is done,” Monica added.

“Pictures?”

“If possible.”

“Should we put a limit on how many times we can have sex with said cute girl? Or should it be one-night stands only?” Trish inquired with a chuckle.

“Um, five times? That work for you?”

“With reports and pictures each time?”

“Of course,” Monica replied, deadpan. They looked at each other in all seriousness for only a moment before they broke into fits of giggles.

Soon, they calmed down and the mood shifted. They shared a kiss, slow and tender, full of love and affection. Still tired and sated from earlier, they didn’t make love, but simply held each other, shared a sweet I love you, and drifted off to sleep.

This way to Chapter 12!

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Unaccompanied Minor, Book Two, Chapter 10

  • Posted on June 7, 2021 at 2:25 pm

WARNING!: Dear Readers, near the end of this chapter you will find a link to a deleted scene. Both Trish and I felt it was important to write this scene, but in order to be compliant with the rules and regulations of Juicy Secrets in regards to heterosexual sex scenes, I chose to remove it from the chapter and hide it in a dark and dusty corner of our archives with the above-mentioned link as the only portal to it.

Rest assured though, that this chapter reads as well without the scene as it does with it, so do not feel obligated to read the deleted scene if you wish not to.

Amanda Lynn

***

By Amanda Lynn

Soft moans drew Trish from her sleep. She opened one eye to take a look, though she already knew what she would see. The cousins were well into their early morning sex play, with Gabby on top grinding her hips into Kat. It was no secret that those two loved to start their day with some sexy fun.

Trish smiled and closed her eyes again. She knew sleep wouldn’t come but that was okay. The arm draped around her waist moved, the hand sliding up to cup her breast. Soft kisses on her neck soon followed.

She sighed contentedly. Monica’s body was snuggled up behind her. Soft breasts pushed against Trish’s back. She’d been exhausted when they’d finally gone to bed the night before, and they had slept like this until morning, with Monica the big spoon and Trish the little.

After her afternoon of mind-blowing sex with Keesha, Trish had met up with the gang just as they arrived at the dining hall. Monica and Gabby knew that she’d been with Kat for the hike, but naturally had no idea of her tumble into the mud hole. So, when Kat made a playful jab about Trish not looking like a mud monster anymore, it sparked many questions from the other two girls.

“You should have seen her,” Kat said with a snort. “She was covered in mud from head to toe. I don’t think there was a clean spot on her.”

Trish blushed and explained how she took the fall then returned to camp to shower and change.

After they had piled food on their plates and carried their trays to a table, Gabby said, “Wait, I thought the showers were out of order all day today?”

Trish looked up from her plate of pasta. Three pairs of eyes were peering at her questioningly. She smiled and tilted her head from one side to the other. “Maybe not all the showers…”

“And what does that mean?” Monica asked.

Trish grinned. “Ask me later when we’re alone in the cabin.”

The three friends exchanged puzzled glances then looked back at Trish. Gabby opened her mouth as if to protest but seemed to think better of it. They finally all nodded in silent agreement, then returned to their meals and a different conversation.

When the cabin door closed later that evening, Trish knew all eyes would be on her, expecting answers to the shower question. So she told them. She told them every detail of what had happened between her and Keesha. In the shower, and on the bed. And by the time she’d finished the story, each girl in her audience was trying hard not to show her heightened state of arousal.

“Well, holy crap!” Gabby said, “She fucked your ass? And you came?”

Trish nodded. A blush climbed up her neck, but she grinned brightly at each of them. Monica wore an astonished expression, but she flashed what Trish was sure was a genuine smile, which was a relief. Even though Monica had reassured her that she was okay with Trish exploring sex with others, Trish still felt a bit guilty when she chose to act upon it.

Gabby stood and peeled off her shirt. “I don’t know about you guys, but that little tale has got me all hot and horny. Anyone else wanna get naughty?” She swung the shirt around and gyrated her hips, pointing at each of her friends in turn as she did her best stripper act.

Kat called up a song on her phone for Gabby to perform to, and they all laughed and clapped, shouting catcalls as she stripped. It didn’t take much for the rest of them to get caught up in the moment, and soon, they were all stripping. As they danced around, it became more suggestive, more erotic. Soon, hands were roaming over bodies. Breasts were squeezed and nipples were pinched, asses grabbed, and pussies teased.

Trish had thought she’d had enough sex for one day, but… Well, almost enough. She pulled Monica into an embrace and kissed her with ardor.

“I want you,” was all she said as she pushed Monica down onto the bed. Trish crawled on top of her stepsister and made love to her. She didn’t care about her own release—she’d had plenty of that in the afternoon. She simply wanted to give pleasure, to show Monica just how much she meant to her. Trish gave her stepsister a couple of toe-curling orgasms, as had been her plan, but Monica wouldn’t let the favor go unreturned. After all the day’s sex, Trish was surprised at the intensity of her climax, coming just as hard as she had with Keesha. There was just something special about Monica that really got her going. Finally, beyond spent, Trish had settled into Monica’s arms and they had drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

Trish had to admit that Kat and Gabby had the right idea with their morning fun. She wasn’t sure if it was the finger that was teasing her clit or the muffled sounds of orgasm from across the room that triggered her own, but it sure was a nice way to wake up. She moaned softly into her pillow as a pleasant warmth washed over her. She lay there, eyes closed and content, not caring about anything else at that moment. That is until the banging of drawers drew her from her climax-induced torpor.

“Where in the fuck…”

Trish squinted through one eye in the direction of the curse. She was rewarded with a view of Kat’s naked ass. The girl was rummaging through her chest of drawers looking for… something. Trish had no idea what could be important enough to warrant all this agitation—not to mention the noise.

“What are you looking for?” Gabby asked as she stretched, then yawned.

“My favorite panties! You know. The pink ones with the swirly pattern,” Kat whined while making a twisty motion in the air with her finger.

“Oh, yeah! I remember those. They’re cute,” Gabby said, pulling on her underwear. “Maybe there was a panty raid last night while we slept and we missed it.”

“Panty raid? Like what? Someone sneaks in and steals our panties?” Trish asked. She and Monica were out of bed now and gathering up their things for a quick trip to the shower before breakfast.

“Pretty much, yeah. But I kinda doubt that’s what happened here,” Monica said with a chuckle.

“Ah-ha!” Kat announced triumphantly, waving the pair of wayward panties in the air. “Found them!”

“I rest my case.” Monica grinned.

With Kat’s panties secured, the four friends made their way to the showers. After placing their belongings on benches, they stripped down, then picked the first four showerheads on the adjacent wall.

“I was thinking,” Kat said as she lathered up, “it’s the last full day of camp and Trish here hasn’t even been properly initiated yet.”

“Ya know, you’re right,” Gabby said as she dipped her head under the spray.

Trish glanced from Kat and Gabby on her right to Monica on her left, who was nodding and grinning mischievously, strangely enough. Initiated? What the hell did that mean? If she were Spider-Man, her Spidey senses would probably be tingling right now.

“Initiated?” Trish asked.

“I agree. There should be some sort of initiation,” Monica added, seemingly ignoring Trish and her question.

“What do ya think it should be?” Gabby asked.

“I’m not sure. Something daring, for sure,” Kat replied.

“Yeah, but not too hard,” Monica added.

“But do you think she’d even do it?” Gabby said.

“I don’t know. What do you think, Monica?” Kat asked.

“Not sure. Maybe?”

Trish’s head felt like it was on a swivel as she shifted her gaze from one friend to the next as they spoke. “Hey! I’m standing right here.”

They all looked her way. Kat tilted her head from one side to the other as if sizing her up, then turned off her shower and strolled over to the bench for her towel. “Do you think you could handle an initiation, Trish?” she asked as she casually dried herself.

“What sort of initiation?” Trish replied as she and the others also grabbed their towels to dry off.

“Nuh-uh.” Gabby wagged a finger. “Not until you agree to follow through with it.”

“That’s the way it works,” Monica said with a shrug when Trish gave her a questioning look.

“Doesn’t really seem fair,” Trish protested.

“So, will ya do it? Or are you going to chicken out?” Kat asked teasingly.

Trish frowned as she dressed. She could say no, but then they would think she was chicken, and she couldn’t have that. Besides, whatever initiation they dreamt up couldn’t be that bad. Could it?

“I don’t like it. But okay. I’ll do it,” Trish said reluctantly.

“Good!” Kat said, “This is what I was thinking.” She paused as she pulled on her top. “Gabby mentioned a panty raid earlier, so let’s send Trish on one.”

“Yeah, great idea!” Gabby said.

“You want me to take someone’s panties?” Trish asked. Technically, she would be stealing the panties, but the thrill at the thought of doing it and getting away overrode that detail.

“Not just anyone’s,” Kat said, grabbing her stuff and leading them all toward the door, “you need to get us a pair of panties from the Barbies.”

Trish’s step faltered. “What?” Whose they were shouldn’t make a difference. Panties were panties. But nabbing them from one of the Barbies seemed like it was extra risky for some reason.

“Yup, the Barbies,” Kat confirmed.

“Maybe doing it during lunch would be the best time. They’ll be busy eating, so less chance of getting caught,” Monica suggested

Trish nodded. Monica was probably right. She would wait until she saw the Barbies in the dining hall, then she could sneak out, go to their cabin, search the first set of drawers she came upon, grab the panties, and get out. Easy peasy. “Okay,” Trish agreed, “lunchtime it is.”

***

The morning zipped by and the closer the clock came to noon, the tighter the knots in Trish’s stomach became. She was excited, but also so nervous that the usually wonderful aroma of lunchtime in the dining hall made her nauseous.

Trish and her friends chose a table close to the door. Monica, Kat, and Gabby ate while Trish picked at her food. She glanced from the door to the table where the Barbies typically sat, wondering when the blondes would arrive. A hand touched hers and she glanced up. Monica gave her a squeeze and smiled.

“Relax, Trish. It’ll be fine,” Monica reassured her.

“I know. Just a little nervous, I guess.”

“If you don’t want to…”

“No. I do.” Trish gave Monica her best smile.

“Well, then it’s showtime,” Monica said, nodding toward the door as all four of the Barbies entered.

Trish eyed them and swallowed. “Okay, wish me luck,” she said as she stood.

“You got this,” Monica said.

“Good luck,” Gabby and Kat said in unison.

Once outside, Trish stopped for a second, took a deep breath, and looked around for any potential witnesses. She dashed across the compound to cabin 10, pausing at the door. One more glance around then she pushed the door open and stepped inside.

Closing the door behind her, she let out a breath. The layout of the cabin was the same as hers, no surprise there. The tops of the dressers were cluttered with makeup and other beauty items, and several articles of clothing lay strewn about on the beds and floor. Not the neatest of girls. They were probably used to having a maid or someone like that to pick up after them. She began creeping forward on tiptoes, before realizing how ridiculous that was. Snorting at her own silliness, she hurried over to the first chest of drawers and pulled open the top one.

Bingo! This drawer contained several pairs of bikini briefs, along with boy shorts and socks. She snatched up a pair of bikini briefs and turned to go… then paused. She should hurry out, she knew that, but curiosity got the better of her. She had no idea whose panties she had just taken, and it didn’t really matter, but secretly, she wanted to get a pair of Alexis’ underwear. Something about that particular Barbie had sparked her interest. It could have been the smile during their brief encounter at the beach, or maybe it was just that she’d looked particularly sexy when Trish saw her naked with Veronica. Either way, she wanted Alexis’ panties. Maybe if she looked through all the dressers, she could figure out whose was whose.

Trish placed the underwear on top of the dresser and moved on. Her next searches revealed much the same contents. Generic girls’ underwear. When she reached the last chest of drawers, though, she just knew it belonged to Alexis. Mainly because there was a family photo of the girl with two adults, her parents most likely, in a gold frame on top of it. Also, “To Alexis. Love, Mom and Dad” was engraved at the bottom.

“Jackpot!” she whispered then pulled open the drawer and peered in. The collection of panties and socks were like that of the other girls in the cabin, though Alexis did seem to have a few sexier frilly pairs. She reached in to take the pink silky ones when her fingers encountered something hard hidden under the pile of underwear. Curious, she pushed the clothes aside and her eyes went wide at what she saw.

The mystery object was long and purple and shaped like a… penis. “Oh. My. God,” Trish whispered. She snatched up the pink panties and shoved them into her pocket, then pulled the item from the drawer. She held the dildo in both hands, studying it. Trish wrapped a hand around its girth and slowly stroked it up and down, feeling the bumps and ridges that closely mimicked that of an actual human penis. Would Kat’s brother feel like this? she wondered.

The sound of a throat being cleared behind her made Trish jump. Whirling around, she stared in wide-eyed disbelief at the owner of the panties peeking out of her pocket and the purple sex toy she’d hurriedly hid behind her back.

Alexis stood just inside the doorway, frowning, her arms crossed over her chest. Her eyes were narrow slits that seemed to bore into Trish.

“What the fuck are you doing in my cabin!” Alexis looked Trish up and down, her gaze stopping on the bit of frilly pink material sticking from Trish’s pocket. “And is that my underwear?” She pointed at the panties.

“I… um… I…” Trish stammered. Her heart pounded in her chest and she suddenly felt ill.

Alexis closed the distance between them and snatched the underwear from Trish. “And what are you hiding behind your back?” she demanded.

Trish swallowed, hesitant to reveal the sex toy. But she’d been caught and there was no escaping it. Slowly, Trish brought her arm forward and held up the dildo while lowering her gaze to the floor. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…” she mumbled.

“Oh my God! You little perv!” Alexis said, snatching the dildo from Trish’s hand.

Trish snapped her head up to meet the blonde’s eyes. “Me? It’s your dildo!” she challenged indignantly. Up close, she noticed just how pretty this Barbie was. Alexis’s blonde hair was pulled back in a cute ponytail and her big blue eyes shone despite her current mood. Or maybe because of it. As scary as she was, the girl looked hot when angry.

Alexis opened her mouth to retort but apparently couldn’t think of anything. “Fine,” she finally huffed, pushing past Trish to place the dildo and panties back in the drawer then closing it none too gently.

Trish stood rooted to her spot, unsure whether she should run or not. The panic and sick feeling in her stomach were fading away. When Alexis turned back to Trish, she didn’t appear to be as upset as she’d been a moment ago. Hopefully, that was a good sign.

“So,” Alexis said, “you said you didn’t mean to. You didn’t mean to what? Walk into my cabin and rummage through my drawers and shove my panties in your pocket?”

“No… yes… I mean…” Trish took a breath and released it. “My friends dared me to take a pair of panties from one of you guys. Said it was an initiation.” Trish explained, using air quotes on the last word. She wasn’t going to mention that she intentionally sought out Alexis’ undies. “I accidentally found the dildo. I was just looking at it ‘cause I’ve never seen one before when you walked in.”

Alexis pondered that for a moment and simply said, “I see.” She went to the bed and sat down. “Usually, initiations are done at the beginning of camp, ya know.”

“I guess,” Trish replied.

Alexis looked up at Trish and smiled at her. “Say, what’s your name?”

“Trish.”

“I’m Alexis, but you probably knew that, seeing how you were swiping my panties.”

“Yeah, and the picture kinda gave it away, too,” Trish said and pointed at the framed photo.

The pretty blonde laughed and nodded. “You’re in the cabin with that Kat girl, right?”

“Uh-huh,” she replied, feeling much more relaxed now.

“Is it true she’s doing her brother?” Alexis asked matter-of-factly.

Trish was taken aback. That was kind of a strange question to be asking, and one she didn’t feel comfortable answering. “Um, I wouldn’t know,” Trish replied even though she did know better. “I only met her at the beginning of camp.”

“Right.” Alexis didn’t speak again for several moments, seeming lost in thought. “Trish, you’re not going to tell anyone about the dildo, are you? Like any of the counselors or anything.”

Trish quirked an eyebrow. That was a strange thing to say considering the naughtiness Alexis and the other Barbies were up to with Veronica. “Sure, but—”

“Good. I mean, I’m sure most of us girls are having sex here at camp, but probably not with…” Alexis pointed toward the drawer with the dildo, “you know.”

“Gotcha.”

“Have you been getting any, Trish?” Alexis asked softly.

“Huh?” Trish replied, the question taking her by surprise. She felt the blush climb up her neck when Alexis placed two fingers in the shape of a V in front of her mouth and flicked her tongue up and down between them, the meaning crystal clear.

Trish smiled shyly and nodded. “Um, yeah, I guess,” she said, not sure why she even answered.

“You guess? I’d think you’d know if you were. But anyway, I’ll take that as a yes.” Alexis chuckled then went to her dresser drawer and took out the pink panties from earlier.

Trish watched in fascination as Alexis went back to where she had been sitting and pushed her shorts and underwear down. Her breath caught and her eyes went wide as she stared at Alexis’ slit. It was nearly bald except for a small square patch of blonde hair on her mons. What the hell was happening? Alexis freed the garments from her sneaker-clad feet and tossed them on the bed. Next, she slipped on the pink panties that Trish had intended to swipe earlier.

With the sexy undies in place, Alexis slinked over to Trish. “Can I tell you a little secret?”

“S-sure.” Trish’s heart rate had picked up again and she felt a familiar tingle between her legs.

“I think you’re really cute. As a matter of fact, I’ve kinda had the hots for you since camp started.”

Trish stared at Alexis, unblinking for several seconds before she finally found her voice. “Really?” she asked in total disbelief. She hadn’t harbored the slightest idea that Alexis even knew she was alive, and now she was completely baffled that the girl seemed to be interested in her. “Seriously?”

“Uh-huh.” Alexis gently took Trish by the arm and sat her down on the bed. “Here’s what I was thinking. I’ll give you my panties for your initiation, but… Wouldn’t it be more interesting if you gave your friends a pair of wet ones that had a naughty little story to go along with them?” Alexis grinned down at her and waggled her eyebrows.

“Um, okay,” Trish said as she sat eye level with the sexy blonde’s panty-covered sex. Was this going where she thought it was? Her pussy thought so if the dampness she felt was any indication.

Alexis took Trish’s hand and rubbed the palm over her sex. “See, I’m not wet yet,” she said, letting Trish’s hand go and getting to her knees. “But if you were to let me eat that pretty little cunt of yours, I’d get super wet. Whaddya say?”

The jolt that shot from her core at those words made Trish jerk. Did Alexis just say that? She wanted to lick Trish’s pussy. Holy crap! Should she let her? The idea sure was tempting, but Trish didn’t know Alexis at all. Then again, she hadn’t known Daisy very well either, or even Kat for that matter, before they’d had sex. Alexis was definitely hot and Trish probably wouldn’t get another chance like this. She was just about to agree, but before the words were even out of her mouth, she felt Alexis already pulling down her shorts—and her panties along with them!

Trish watched Alexis push her legs apart, her excitement growing by the second. The pretty blonde wasted no time before diving in. Trish gasped at the first swipe of Alexis’s tongue, then she let herself fall back on the bed as the next few flicks drew a long moan from her lips.

Alexis licked and sucked and licked some more. Her tongue swirled around, chased Trish’s clit, plunged into her opening. After several minutes of heavenly torment, a finger pushed deep inside Trish, making her hips buck in response.

Alexis then moved onto the bed beside Trish and kissed her. Their tongues danced together for a long moment while Alexis’s hand kept pushing Trish’s pleasure to greater heights.

“Finger me, too. Finish me off,” Alexis panted.

Trish moved into a better position, quickly finding Alexis’ panties, and shoving her hand inside. Alexis was wet now. So very wet. Finding the blonde’s clit, she began to rub.

“No,” Alexis moaned, “finger fuck me.”

Trish obeyed, slipping two fingers into Alexis’ sopping cunt and pumping them fast and deep. It was such a turn-on to make this girl, normally so composed and full of herself, cry out in ecstasy—which only added to Trish’s rapidly building climax. Soon, they were fucking each other in rhythm, matching stroke for stroke, both of them hot, sweaty, and breathing hard. Then, within moments, they were both carried away by an intense orgasm.

They collapsed, panting and boneless. It took a while before either had the strength to move. It was Alexis who was the first to rise. She stood and peeled off the now sufficiently soaked panties and held them out. She looked both silly and sexy, standing there in a tee-shirt, sneakers, and nothing else. “There, I think these will impress your friends.” Alexis’s grin was wide, and Trish couldn’t help but smile back.

Trish stood up as well and accepted the undies. “Thanks,” she said, “for these and… um, the orgasm.” She gave Alexis a quick kiss on the lips then found her shorts and pulled them on.

“My pleasure. It’s a pity we didn’t hook up earlier. I think you’d like my roomies. I’m sure they would’ve enjoyed you.” Alexis gave her a mischievous grin as she put her own clothes back on.

Trish wasn’t sure what to make of that statement. Picturing herself being part of the sex film with the Barbies and Veronica, she smiled at Alexis as she folded the pink panties and slipped them into her pocket. “Yeah, too bad. It could’ve been fun.”

They stood in awkward silence for a moment. “Well, I should get going,” Trish added. “My friends are probably wondering what happened to me.”

“Right. Sure. See ya at the bonfire tonight, then?” Alexis offered as Trish made her way to the door.

“Yeah, tonight.” Trish gave a quick wave then made her way outside, where she walked right into Brittany, Mercedes, and Tiffany. The other three Barbies stopped and stared at her with suspicious eyes, but Trish, still coming down off the orgasm-induced high, was in too good of a mood to be worried about what they thought. She smiled at them, gave another friendly wave then headed back to cabin 7.

Trish’s stomach growled as she entered the cabin. She was now regretting her earlier decision to skip lunch. Not surprisingly, Monica, Kat, and Gabby were waiting for her.

“Well, it’s about time,” Kat said, “we were starting to think you walked to the nearest Walmart to buy a pair of panties.”

Trish and the other girls laughed. True enough, she had been gone a lot longer than she should have been, but it had definitely been worth it. Moving to where the girls sat on the beds, Trish pulled the panties from her pocket and held them up for all to see. “Ta-da!” she said triumphantly.

Kat was the first to take them from her. Trish grinned as she watched her friend inspect Alexis’s panties, running a finger and thumb over the crotch material. She rubbed those fingers together and looked up at Trish, puzzled. “These are wet.” Kat held the pink panties to her face and took a sniff. She pulled them away, studied them some more, then smelled them again before handing them to Gabby, who repeated the process.

“They are wet!” Gabby confirmed, then gave them to Monica in turn for her inspection.

“And they smell like…” Monica took another sniff, “pussy.”

Trish’s grin grew even bigger as all three of her friends looked at her questioningly. Then she got distracted when she spied a plastic-wrapped sandwich on a nearby dresser. “Oh, is that for me?” she asked, abruptly changing the subject.

Monica grabbed the sandwich but held it out of arm’s reach. “Yes, but not before you explain about these,” she said, holding up the panties.

“What?” Trish said playfully. “You asked for panties and that’s what I got.”

“Unless whoever these belong to came in them moments before you put them in your pocket, they shouldn’t be this wet or smell this strong,” Gabby pointed out.

Trish shrugged. “That sounds about right. Now can I have the sandwich, please? I’m starving.”

“Okay,” Monica said, “but we want the details of what exactly happened.”

The three girls listened, mouths agape, as Trish explained around bites of sandwich the events that led to her getting Alexis’ freshly cum-soaked panties.

“I think we may have created a monster,” Monica said jokingly to Kat and Gabby afterward.

“Hey now,” Trish protested, tossing her crumpled sandwich wrapper at Monica.

They all laughed then headed outside to meet up with the other campers. There were some fun activities, camp clean-up, and a barbeque planned before the big bonfire that would end their last night at Camp Witchatic.

***

The main area of the camp was a hive of activity and laughter filled the air. Some girls were tossing softballs and frisbees around while others waited for the next batch of hotdogs and hamburgers to be ready. Two large barbeques had been set up outside the dining hall, and Veronica and the other counselors were preparing the food, the aroma of hots and hams wafting across the campground.

Keesha stood behind the table with condiments and greeted Trish with a warm smile when she approached. They exchanged a few words in hushed tones, the lifeguard hinting at the fun they’d had in her cabin the other day and subtly eluding to a possible encore. When Trish blushed, Keesha chuckled and gave her a playful wink before moving on to help the next girl in line.

A few minutes later, Trish popped the last of her hotdog into her mouth and wiped her face with a napkin. “These were awesome,” Trish said to Monica as she tossed her napkin into the trash.

“Yeah, they really were,” Monica agreed.

“Hi, Trish. Hi, Monica,” a familiar voice greeted them.

They turned as Daisy and another girl approached. Trish had seen this other girl around but didn’t know much about her other than the fact that she was one of Daisy’s cabinmates and her name was Julie. “Hi, guys,” Trish and Monica both replied.

“Julie, this is Trish and her step-sister, Monica. The ones I told you about,” Daisy said in way of introduction. Julie’s face lit up upon hearing that and gave them a bright smile.

“I’ve been teaching Julie about the camp nickname, if you know what I mean,” Daisy said in a whisper.

Trish chuckled. “That’s awesome. Welcome to the club, Julie.”

Julie immediately blushed bright red. “T-thanks.”

“Julie just told me that her family bought a new house only a couple of blocks from my place. They’ll be moving in at the end of the month, and Julie will be going to my school in the fall!” Daisy said excitedly.

“Even better!” Trish said. “You two will be able to have all sorts of naughty fun, then.”

Daisy and Julie giggled and seemed to vibrate with excitement. “Well, we’re gonna go get some hotdogs before they’re all gone,” Daisy said, then with a wave, they were gone.

Gabby and Kat jogged over and joined them. “You guys wanna toss the frisbee around for a bit?” Gabby asked, holding up the red plastic disk.

“Sure, let’s go,” Monica replied.

As they headed toward an open area suitable for their game, they passed Alexis and crew standing nearby. Trish gave a friendly wave, which Alexis returned as she headed toward them.

“Hey there,” Alexis said in greeting.

“Hi,” Trish replied. The other six girls exchanged inquisitive looks and small smiles but said nothing.

“These are your cabin mates?” Alexis asked.

“Uh-huh. This is Monica, Gabby, and Kat,” Trish pointed to each girl as she introduced them. She noticed all four of the blondes looking Kat up and down from head to toe and wondered if they were doing it consciously or not.

Alexis grinned. “Yes, I definitely think the eight of us could have had some fun together. It’s really too bad camp is over, huh?” Before Trish could reply, Alexis glanced over to where the barbecues were. “Oh, Veronica is waving us over. Gotta go. It was nice running into you again, Trish.” And with that, the four blondes hurried off.

“What the fuck was that?” Kat huffed. “The way they looked at me. I felt like a piece of meat.”

“I’m not sure,” Trish fibbed. She was quite sure it was because of Kat’s rumored incestuous activities with her brother. “I wouldn’t worry about it, though. Now let’s go toss that frisbee around.”

They had been at it for a while when Kat stopped and pulled her phone from her pocket. She looked at it for a minute then put it away and hurried over to Trish.

“My brother is at the boathouse, setting up. Are you still interested in doing this?” Kat asked.

Trish’s stomach flip-flopped with nervous excitement. She glanced at Monica and Gabby, who had joined them. “Yeah, I’m ready,” she said. Trish saw a concerned look on Monica’s face and wondered if she was having second thoughts about it.

“You’re going to be there the whole time, right?” Monica asked Kat.

“The whole time, yes.”

“And you’ll make sure he stops if Trish tells him to?” Monica continued.

Kat nodded. “You have my word. Trish will be in complete control.”

“And he’ll wear a condom?”

Kat chuckled. “Yes, Monica,” she said, her tone growing indulgent. “He has condoms and I have condoms, so no worries.”

Trish was touched by Monica’s concern for her wellbeing. She watched Monica study Kat for a moment longer, then finally her stepsister turned to her and smiled.

“Okay then. Have fun, and remember you can stop anytime.”

Trish grinned. “Thanks, Monica. I’m glad you’re looking out for me,” she said, giving Monica’s arm a squeeze. “Okay, Kat. Lead the way.”

DELETED SCENE

About an hour after they’d left, Trish and Kat snuck back into the camp area, keeping an eye out for anyone who might grow suspicious of their whereabouts. But the counselors were busy setting up the pile of logs and kindling for the bonfire that would start as soon as it was dusk, so no one paid them any attention. Tables had also been set up close by with fixings for S’mores.

Trish noticed Monica and Gabby chatting with a group of girls, but as soon as she caught Monica’s eye, her stepsister hurried over to meet her.

“Hey there,” Monica said hesitantly, “how’d it go?”

Trish shrugged. “It was okay. I mean, it felt pretty weird at first, but… it did get a lot better. Mark, Kat’s brother, was nice and made sure everything was okay and stuff. Kat was there the whole time, too, and joined in.”

“He didn’t hurt you, though. Right?” Monica asked.

“No. He got a bit rough at one point when we did it doggy style, but it was nothing I couldn’t handle,” Trish explained.

“Are you sure?”

Trish laughed. “Honestly, Monica. You’ve been rougher.”

Monica gave her a look then laughed, too. “So… do you think you’ll want to do that again?”

“Not sure. I was curious and I’m glad I did it. It was fun, but… y’know, overall, I’d say girls are better. I think I might stick with ‘em.”

They exchanged grins, then linked arms and strolled over to where Gabby and Kat were standing. Soon the bonfire would start, and they would all sing songs and eat their fill of S’mores. Trish had told Monica the truth about sticking to girls, but her time with Mark and Kat would be something she would never forget.

Being their last night at camp, Trish and her friends returned to their cabin later than usual. The ensuing group sex was tame for them, mostly kissing and petting, as Trish was still spent from earlier. Monica and Gabby were a bit more energetic but slowed things down after they’d each come. Soon, they pulled apart and went to their usual beds: Kat and Gabby in one, and Trish curled up in Monica’s arms in the other.

***

The next morning, they were all allowed to sleep in a bit longer. After breakfast, the campers turned in their bedclothes then waited in their cabins for a quick inspection for any damages that may have happened during their stay.

Afterward, the counselors gathered everyone together for a last goodbye and to give each of them a framed souvenir camp photo, taken on their second day there. Once farewells to new friends had been said and eyes had been dried, they boarded their busses for the trip home.

On to Chapter 11!

Unaccompanied Minor, Book Two, Chapter 9

  • Posted on May 31, 2021 at 2:40 pm

By Amanda Lynn

The sun shone bright and the coolness of the morning had quickly given way to the heat of the summer day. The path the girls traveled weaved through woods along the lakeshore and offered a small measure of relief from the heat. It didn’t prevent small beads of perspiration from rolling across Trish’s forehead and down her cheeks though. The campers had been broken up into four random groups of 10 and each group had been taken to a different trail, led by one of the camp counselors.

Trish stepped off the trail and rested her foot on a large rock. She bent over to re-tie a sneaker that had come loose when a hand brushed against her backside and gave it a squeeze. Trish snapped her head up just in time to see Kat pass by, giving her a sly grin. Trish smiled back and, with the laces secure, hurried to catch up to the girl. Kat was the only one from their cabin in this group. Trish had quickly made several acquaintances at camp and would have been comfortable with the group had none of her roomies been here, but she was happy that at least one of them was.

“I’m glad no one saw you do that!”

“Do what?” Kat asked innocently.

“You know what!”

Kat shook her head. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You grabbed my butt!” Trish exclaimed, maybe a little too loud. Her cheeks grew warm when the two girls in front of them looked back, an amused expression on their faces.

“Hey, you’re the one who bent over. How could I resist that sweet ass?” Kat leaned in closer and added, “And anyway, it’s nothing compared to what we’ve been up to the past few days.”

Trish huffed and playfully elbowed Kat in the ribs.

It had been three days since Trish, Monica, and Daisy had first spied on the Barbies making a porno with Veronica. The next night, they were joined by Kat and Gabby, eager to take a look for themselves, and the group took turns using the small bench for their voyeuristic activities.

At one point, while Kat, Gabby, and Monica were having their turn on the bench, Daisy found her way between Trish’s legs. Trish enjoyed the younger girl’s first attempt at eating pussy quite a bit. With a little more practice, she would make an excellent lover.

On the following night, a storm rolled in and high winds whipped rain against the cabins, forcing Trish and her roomies to abandon any plans of spying again. Instead, they entertained themselves with a discussion of what the naughty activities between Veronica and the Barbies could be all about. This, of course, only made them horny and they were soon kissing and touching each other. Their clothes disappeared and they found themselves in a tangle of limbs on a bed of blankets they made on the floor. Fingers and tongues explored pussies and assholes until they ended their evening in a daisy chain. Each of them had enjoyed one last orgasm before they’d crawled into bed and had drifted off to sleep.

Smiling at the memories, Trish sidestepped a large puddle that partially covered the path. Most of the rain from the night before had evaporated quickly as the sun rose. However, it was taking longer for areas protected by the trees and leaves to dry completely.

“Have you given any more thought to my offer?” Kat asked softly, though the girls ahead of them now seemed too busy with their own conversations to hear them.

“With your brother? Yeah, kinda.” Trish gave her a small smile. She was still curious about trying stuff with a boy, but on the other hand, she wasn’t sure if she had the guts to go all the way.

“Okay, we only have a few days left at camp. Do you want me to set something up?” Kat asked.

Trish pushed a branch out of the way as they walked on. “Will you stay with us if I say yes?”

“Yeah, if you want me to. I can just watch or join in, whatever you want.”

Trish felt herself getting excited at the idea, wondering if she would have the nerve to go through with it. “If I just want to watch you two, or if I do try something but then decide I want to stop, would that be okay, too?” she asked nervously.

Kat put an arm around Trish’s waist. “You can do as little or as much as you want. My brother is a nice guy, he won’t force you to do anything you don’t want. Anyway, he knows I’d kick his ass if he did.”

Trish grinned at her, comforted by the words. “Okay, then. Let’s do it.”

They walked on in silence, Trish’s mind racing with a jumble of thoughts. What would it be like? Would it hurt any, that first time? Would she enjoy it? But mostly, she was concerned about what Monica would think. Her stepsister had said that she was fine with Trish trying things out if she wanted to. But still, there was a bit of guilt weighing on her.

Trish gave her head a shake. Nah, she didn’t need to worry about Monica. They were close, really close, and this little bit of experimentation wasn’t going to affect what they had.

She had been walking on autopilot as she contemplated her future, but her attention was suddenly jarred back to reality when the ground beneath her feet disappeared. With a shriek, she tumbled forward, arms flailing in a vain attempt to grab onto something to stop her fall. A depression in the remains of an old creek bed still held an inch or so of rainwater, which in turn had softened the clay bottom—and she was plunging straight in!

Trish’s eyes widened in the realization of what was about to happen. No! No! No! She landed on her hands and knees, only to have them slip from under her in the gooey mud. The impact of her torso wasn’t great, but enough to send a small shower of mud and water all over her.

She shrieked again and tried to scramble out of the sticky goop, but the more she struggled, the more she just slipped back into the mire. She glanced around, frantically looking for Kat. Where the hell was she?

“Trish, stop screwing around and grab my hand!”

Turning to the voice, she saw Kat kneeling on a makeshift log bridge. Had Trish been paying attention to where she’d been walking, she would have seen it and not fallen in this mess. She steadied herself and reached for Kat’s hand. As she slowly made her way out of the mud and up the side of the bank, Trish realized that all the other girls had gathered around. Cell phones and laughing faces were all she could see. Trish wanted to cry, but she wasn’t about to let them see that. She was embarrassed enough as it was.

“Are you okay, Trish?” Counselor Kim moved to the front of the group, fruitlessly waving away the phones.

Trish scowled at her as she pulled a clump of mud from her hair. “This is so gross. Yeah, I’m okay.”

“It’s gonna be worse when it dries.” Kim chuckled. “You’re going to look like a golem.”

Trish was in no mood for jokes. She could already feel the slimy muck sliding down her butt crack. “A what?”

Kim shook her head. “Not important. You should head back to camp and get cleaned up, though.”

With a nod, Trish turned to retrieve her pack, which she had thankfully dropped when she started to fall. That was at least one thing she wouldn’t have to clean.

Kat touched her shoulder and gave her a sympathetic smile. “Do you want me to walk back with you?”

“Nah, that’s okay. You stay and enjoy the hike. Maybe I’ll catch up with you later after I scrape all this shit off.” She scratched at her arms where the mud had already begun to dry.

“Are you sure? I don’t mind,” Kat replied.

“I’m sure.” Trish took Kat’s hand and gave it a squeeze. “I’ll talk to ya later.” She turned and retraced her steps down the trail.

Back at her cabin, she sat on the bench outside the door to remove her sneakers and socks, then retrieved her shower kit, towel, and a change of clothes from inside. Anxious to get out of her filthy clothes, she slipped on a pair of flip-flops and hurried toward the showers.

Trish had only covered half the distance when she noticed Keesha approaching from the opposite direction. She had her head down, looking at something on the clipboard she carried. Trish didn’t want the hot counselor to see her in this state. Maybe she could dart behind one of the cabins and out of sight until Keesha had passed by. Yeah, that was what she would do. Trish was just about to bolt when Keesha looked up and froze in place.

“What happened to you?” Keesha asked in shocked surprise. Then her eyes narrowed as she studied her more closely. “Trish? Is that you?”

Her heart sank and her head fell. “Yeah,” she sighed. “I zigged when I should’ve zagged.” Trish held up the small bag for Keesha to see. “I’m going to the showers to clean up.”

“Umm,” Keesha frowned, “I’m afraid you’re out of luck. Maintenance has turned off the water there for the rest of the day. Replacing the fixtures, I think.”

“Well, crap. Just my luck,” Trish moaned. “I guess I could just go jump in the lake.”

Keesha laughed. “That, or you could use the shower in my cabin. Plenty of hot water there.”

Trish couldn’t help but notice the mischievous twist of Keesha’s lips. Butterflies took flight in her stomach and a little bolt of excitement rushed up her spine. Was Keesha thinking what Trish hoped she was thinking? Nah. Not with the way Trish looked right now. Not possible… or was it?

“That would be awesome!” Getting under a warm shower was much preferable to a dip in a cold lake. Also, there was a chance—however slim—that Keesha might have something else in mind. Trish’s libido stirred at the thought.

“Great. Then let’s get you back to my place and out of those clothes.” Keesha winked before turning on her heel and leading Trish to the staff cabins.

Short minutes later, Trish stood in the tiny bathroom that barely held a sink, toilet, and a shower stall. She gasped then giggled, catching sight of herself in the mirror above the sink. The mud on her face had dried to a light shade of grey and matched her matted hair. She quickly peeled off her clothes and turned on the shower, stepping in after she’d adjusted the temperature to perfection.

There was a knock on the door, then Keesha opened it before Trish could respond. Her heart rate picked up and she grinned when the woman peeked in. The shower curtain was only partially drawn, affording Keesha full view of her nude body. Trish didn’t even try to hide.

“Hey, I’m just going to grab your clothes and throw them in the wash, okay?”

“Sure, okay,” Trish said. A wave of disappointment washed over her. Maybe Keesha had forgotten about the subtle proposition she’d made when they met at the pool during spring break.

Keesha quickly scooped up the clothes and disappeared. Trish sighed and returned to scrubbing the mud and dirt from her body. With her eyes closed and her head under the spray, Trish didn’t hear Keesha return to the small room until she spoke.

“Would you like me to wash your hair for you?”

Trish jumped and blinked away water, wiping at her eyes. Her smile brightened seeing that Keesha had changed out of her camp clothes and into a short robe. “Um, okay,” she answered. The butterflies had returned accompanied by a familiar throb between her legs.

With a broadening smile, Keesha pushed the curtain aside, then dropped her robe to the floor. Once again, she was standing naked in front of Trish, and this time there was no fear of anyone walking in. Trish swallowed, glancing up and down the ebony body before her. Damn, she was hot.

Trish’s knees weakened when Keesha reached past her and grabbed the shampoo from the shower caddy, then squeezed the contents of the bottle onto her hand. For some reason, even that mundane act seemed seductive. Keesha’s fingers were soon in her hair, gently scrubbing in the shampoo. She worked Trish’s scalp, scooping up the long strands of hair and coating them in the lather.

“That feels so nice,” Trish whispered.

“Yeah?”

Trish nodded. “Yeah.”

Keesha guided Trish’s head under the spray, rinsing it off. She pulled Trish’s hair back and gently squeezed out the excess water, then plucked a bottle of body wash from the caddy, much to Trish’s delight.

“Would you like me to wash the rest of you?” Keesha’s voice was soft and seductive, her lips curved up in a sly smile.

Trish found herself once again needing to swallow before she could speak. Heat that had nothing to do with the temperature of the water bloomed on her face and between her legs. “Yes,” she croaked.

Trish turned her back at Keesha’s request, placing her hands on the shower wall. The stall wasn’t big enough to accommodate two people, so Keesha stood at the edge where only a small lip separated the tile shower floor from the linoleum of the bathroom. Trish shivered slightly at the cool sensations of the body wash when Keesha began caressing her shoulder with a soapy washcloth.

She stood still with her eyes closed, anticipating where the cloth would travel next. Keesha started at her shoulders then slowly worked her way down her back. Trish quivered when the cloth moved over her bum.

“Spread your legs a bit, baby,” Keesha whispered.

Trish obliged, nervous, and excited. But Keesha didn’t touch her the way she’d expected. Instead, she crouched down, then gently lifted Trish’s right foot and washed it. Setting it down again, she added some more soap to the cloth and began washing up the right leg. Her movements were slow and tantalizing, driving Trish crazy with anticipation. Surely Keesha wasn’t just going to be a tease, was she? She wouldn’t leave Trish hanging. But when Keesha reached Trish’s upper thigh, she pulled away, then leisurely repeated the process on the left side until Trish felt ready to explode. When Keesha finally reached the top, Trish braced. In the end, it wasn’t quite the kind of touch she’d craved, but she wasn’t completely disappointed either, as Keesha’s cloth slipped between her bum cheeks and moved up and down to pleasurable effect.

After a moment, Keesha’s movements slowed and she concentrated on Trish’s pucker. Now, that felt amazingly erotic. Trish’s hips began to twitch, and she moaned. Louder than she thought, apparently, because Keesha suddenly stopped.

“You alright?”

“Oh, hell yeah.” Trish sighed, not trying at all to hide the desire in her voice. She sensed Keesha standing up and taking a step closer, then shivered with excitement when she felt the woman’s breasts against her back, the nipples stiff.

“So, I should continue soaping you up then?” Keesha teased.

“Please, yes!”

Keesha snickered. “I’ll try not to disappoint, then.”

Once again, she moved with seductive purpose, first to Trish’s right arm, then the left. Trish was on fire, her skin tingling with excitement. As Keesha’s hands caressed her collarbone, Trish realized that the woman was no longer using a cloth. Her soft hands lathered Trish’s torso, moving downward methodically, pausing at her small breasts. Trish sucked in a breath and held it when Keesha gently toyed with her stiff nipples for a moment.

Keesha released her breasts long enough to squirt some more body wash between them. Trish watched it trickle down her chest, over her abdomen, and pool in her belly button before continuing downward. Keesha blocked the soapy trail with her hand and scooped it back up Trish’s trembling body.

As she fondled Trish’s breasts, creating a foamy bra, Keesha softly kissed her neck. Trish arched back into her and moaned. Damn, those soft full lips felt electric on her skin. Keesha slid her hands down her belly and over her hips before pausing.

“I want to touch you now. Is that okay?” Keesha whispered in her ear.

God, yes, it was more than okay. She had fantasized about this. Wanted it since they’d first met. “Yes,” Trish whispered back. Then it happened. Keesha slipped a long finger between her folds. Like the rest of her seduction, her movements were slow and deliberate. Trish shuddered at the touch, her excitement growing in equal measure with the pleasant pressure in her belly. Keesha moved up and down her slit, eagerly exploring. She touched Trish’s clit, rubbing small circles for just a few seconds before moving south and slipping just inside her entrance. Trish bucked against her hand and groaned. She didn’t know how long she could last.

Keesha had one arm wrapped around Trish’s middle as she kissed her neck and shoulders, while the other hand was pressed between her legs. Trish was struggling to keep her legs under her now. Warm water sprayed against her sensitive nipples seemingly in rhythm with the fingers that teased her clit, driving her wild.

“Do you like that, baby? Are you gonna come for me?”

“Yes. Please don’t stop!” she pleaded.

“Don’t worry, baby. I got you.”

The kisses on her neck, pounding water, and expertly moving fingers finally became more than Trish could handle. With a strangled cry, she lost control as her body began convulsing. Keesha held her firm as her entire being was rocked by the orgasm

Trish rested in Keesha’s soft embrace for long moments, shuddering and twitching with the aftershocks. She finally opened her eyes when the streaming spray of water stopped. Keesha helped her out of the shower and wrapped her in a big fluffy towel.

Keesha grinned at her. “How do you feel?”

“Wonderful,” Trish said, smiling up at the gorgeous woman. Which was the truth… but she hoped it wasn’t over. Not yet, anyway.

“Good.” Keesha grabbed another towel and dried herself where she had been splashed by the shower. “You’re very sexy, Trish, and I would love to explore your sexy body some more. If you’re game?”

Trish simply blinked at her. Was she kidding? Of course, Trish was game. For that and more. “Only if I can explore you, too?” The words spilled out all on their own and Trish blushed.

Keesha smiled, took Trish by the hand, and quickly led her to the bed. She gently pushed Trish down on her back, before straddling her. Trish watched Keesha’s dark eyes gleam with desire as her lips moved closer to hers. There was a spark when they touched. Trish brought a hand to the woman’s shoulder, caressing her back as they kissed. Her skin was as soft as her lips. When Trish felt Keesha’s tongue brush across her lips, she sighed and opened her mouth, beckoning her partner in. There was no hesitation and their tongues met and tangled.

Keesha’s tongue wasn’t the only thing exploring, though. Her hand had also moved down to Trish’s belly again, sending shivers of excitement up her spine with soft caresses. Not to be outdone, Trish quickly found the sexy lifeguard’s breasts, fondling them with enthusiasm. Much bigger than her usual partners’, Keesha’s tits reminded her of Gwen’s, turning her on further. She knew she had to have her mouth on them, and soon.

Keesha had other plans, though. She broke the kiss, leaving Trish breathless, then slid down slightly to take one nipple into her mouth. Her tongue swirled, flicked, and circled the pointed bud, sending all sorts of pleasant tingles through Trish’s body.

Trish moaned and arched her back, placing a hand at the back of Keesha’s head. “God, yes!” she whimpered.

Keesha didn’t respond. She just switched her attention from one small breast to the other, then began moving down, placing fiery kisses along the way. She teased Trish’s navel for a moment before pushing her legs apart and positioning herself in the middle.

Trish propped herself up on her elbows and looked down at the pretty face between her legs. Keesha gave her a wink before setting to her task. Waves of exquisite pleasure shot through Trish from the very first swipe of that nimble tongue. Her pulse raced and her breath grew more ragged with every single thing that Keesha did to her. The tongue flicked and chased her super sensitive clit. A finger circled and plunged into her core, stroking a mysterious spot deep inside. Trish fell back on the bed, unable to hold herself up any longer. Her body shook from the never-ending pulses of pleasure that rushed through it. Soon, she was simply overwhelmed, and like a bursting dam, the orgasm tore through her. Trish arched off the bed, cried out, then collapsed. Her vision faded to black, then she was gone.

When her eyes fluttered open a moment later, she saw Keesha smiling down at her. Trish smiled back and reached up, stroking her face. She’d had two over the top orgasms and was starting to wonder if this woman was some sort of sex goddess. “What did you do to me?”

“Just a little of this and that,” Keesha replied.

Trish rolled on her side and gazed into Keesha’s big brown eyes. “Is it my turn now?”

Keesha laughed. “Of course, baby. My body is all yours.”

Trish was as excited as a kid at Christmas. Not bothering with foreplay, she moved on top of Keesha and dove right in, taking a deep brown nipple into her mouth. She sucked on it, playing with her tongue over its stiff peak. Keesha inhaled sharply and Trish smiled to herself, glad she could elicit such a response. Just as Keesha had done to her earlier, she favored the other nipple with the same attention before moving south.

Trish paused. Having never seen the pussy of a woman of color up close before, she took the opportunity to admire it. Perhaps unsurprisingly, it was no different from the other pussies she’d seen, except for the pigmentation, so she moved in to explore it further with her tongue.

There was a tangy flavor that her mind associated with adults, still novel for her, and very exciting. Savoring it, she swiped upward through the folds, quickly finding the engorged clit. Trish gave it her full attention, playing with it diligently. Keesha squirmed beneath her, but Trish stayed the course, holding onto the quivering hips as she worked to please her partner.

“Fuck, Trish. That feels so fucking good!”

Trish smiled against her slit. High praise, indeed. She continued to explore, sliding lower through slippery folds. Keesha’s entrance was there. Ready for her. Trish circled around it, probing, then let her tongue slip inside.

“Jesus, yes! Fuck me, Trish! Use your fingers!”

Trish hesitated only for a moment. She knew what Keesha wanted, having heard Gabby and Kat beg for the same sort of thing. But Keesha probably wanted more. Confidently, Trish pushed three fingers deep into Keesha’s pussy.

“Yes! That’s it, baby girl!” Keesha cried.

Trish pumped her fingers, hard and fast. She persisted with the assault of her tongue, tormenting Keesha’s clit. Suddenly, the woman bucked, and a hand pressed on the back of Trish’s head, holding it in place. It didn’t take long before Keesha called out in orgasm, coating Trish’s face with her arousal.

While Keesha recovered, Trish softly licked and kissed the swollen pussy. Then she was beckoned upward, and they kissed for a moment or two before Keesha spoke again.

“That certainly wasn’t your first time between someone’s legs, huh? Your tongue is very skilled.” Keesha chuckled as she toyed with one of Trish’s nipples.

Trish’s cheeks heated up, both from mild embarrassment and from Keesha’s touch. “Yeah, I’ve done it a few times, I guess.”

“Your cabin mates, I bet? I seem to recall three of you being naughty girls at the pool during spring break.” Keesha slid her hand down Trish’s side to her bum, squeezing a cheek.

Trish nodded, enjoying the hand exploring her backside. God. Her body was on fire again. Could she handle another orgasm so soon? Hell yeah!

“Have you ever had anything in your bum before?” Keesha asked as she gently stroked and pushed against Trish’s pucker.

Trish moaned softly and her stomach tightened. What was Keesha up to? Was she going to finger her ass? “I’ve been licked there. And, maybe a fingertip went in once or twice,” she replied shyly.

“I see.” Keesha paused for a long moment as she continued to play with Trish’s anus. “Do you trust me, Trish? Trust me to do things to you that will give you pleasure?”

A slight sense of fear gripped Trish as she looked up into sparkling eyes filled with desire, though Keesha’s smiling face reassured her a little. “Y-yes. I do,” she answered tentatively.

Keesha kissed her forehead then stood. Rummaging through something in her tiny closet, she returned to the bed a moment later. In one hand, she held a bottle with some sort of bluish liquid in it. In the other, she had a strange object, completely foreign to Trish. It was a long thin rod made of plastic with several beads spaced out along its length. They increased in size from one the diameter of a pea at the tip to a large marble-sized one at the opposite end, next to a ring-shaped handle.

“What is that?” Trish eyed the beads suspiciously.

“These are anal beads. They go in your butt, and then when they’re pulled out, it gives you a really wonderful sensation.”

Trish’s eyes went wide as saucers. “You want to stick all that up my bum?”

Keesha laughed. “No, sweetie. Not your first time, anyway. Just two or three beads, maybe. Whatever you’re comfortable with.” She held up the bottle, giving it a little shack. “We’ll use lots of lube and go slow.”

Trish had enjoyed it when Monica and the others had licked her asshole, and the sensation of a probing fingertip was also pleasant, but… Now, the idea of this toy being shoved up her butt was daunting.

“You certainly don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, but I promise you won’t regret it if you do.” Keesha gave her a bright, reassuring smile.

Trish’s belly flip-flopped while at the same time her clit throbbed with excitement. She remembered using nearly the exact same line with Daisy, and the girl sure hadn’t regretted anything. “Okay then. What do I do?”

Keesha laid a towel on the bed and positioned Trish on it, lying on her belly, legs spread, with a pillow under her hips. With easy access in this position, Keesha eagerly explored Trish’s bum with her tongue, spending long minutes stimulating the nerve endings of her anus and the dripping entrance of her pussy.

Trish lay there, moaning as sensations new and familiar raced through her. Three tiny orgasms had rocked her body already, and Keesha hadn’t even penetrated her yet! That soon seemed about to change as the sexy lifeguard knelt and applied a generous amount of lube to her ass crack. Slowly, Keesha worked a finger over her anus, caressing and gently pushing at the relaxing muscle, until it gave way and one long, slender finger easily slipped inside. Trish gasped, partly from the surprise of the intrusion into her rectum, but mostly from the wave of delicious pleasure that it gave her.

“Did that feel good?” Keesha asked in a husky voice.

“Oh, yeah,” Trish grunted.

“Good.” Keesha worked her finger for another moment or two, wiggling it from side to side before withdrawing.

Trish whimpered, disappointed by the loss of that delightful finger, but before she could protest, a new kind of pleasure quickly replaced it. The beads were slowly sliding into her, popping past her sphincter. Each created a greater sensation as the diameter grew. Pop. Yes! Pop. Yes! Pop. Fuck yes!

“That’s three. Think you can take another?”

Trish nodded her head frantically. She wasn’t entirely sure she could form a coherent sentence right then. The toy slipped further in, this time the larger bead stretched her anus farther than it had ever been. There was a mild discomfort causing her to grit her teeth, but when it pushed past the muscle, the jolt of pleasure was enough to make her come again. She gasped out a strange noise as her body shuddered.

When she felt the fifth bead pressing against her hole, she shook her head. “No more,” she grunted.

Keesha stopped. “Okay. I’m going to pull them out now.”

“Okay. Go slow, please.” Trish clutched the bed sheets tightly and braced herself. As they had going in, each bead stimulated her sensitive sphincter, firing streaks of lightning through her straight to her clit. By the time the last bead popped free, her body was shaking from one last orgasm.

Keesha’s hands played across the smooth skin of her bum while Trish had to learn to breathe all over again. She finally rolled onto her back and smiled up at Keesha. “Oh my God. That was incredible. So many orgasms.” She sighed, feeling exhausted.

Keesha leaned in to give Trish a soft kiss before standing up. “I love watching you come. And as much as I would like to stay here all day and make you come again and again, we need to stop and wash up.” Keesha pointed at the clock on her nightstand. “It’s almost supper time. Your friends are going to wonder what happened to you and may come looking.”

Trish pouted playfully. “I guess you’re right,” she said and sat up, wrapping her arms around Keesha. “Thanks for letting me use your shower, and the other stuff.”

“Oh, it was my pleasure. Believe you me.”

This way to Chapter 10!

 

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