Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

by callmeQ67

Thirteen-year-old Courtney lay on Melinda Lunsford’s king-sized bed, a pillow under her hips. Her forehead was beaded with perspiration and her hands gripped the moist, rumpled sheets. Melinda lay face down between Courtney’s widespread adolescent thighs.

Melinda had been teasing Courtney’s delicious bubbling stew pot with her fingers and mouth for the past twenty minutes, letting the teen’s desire build slowly until she was practically delirious with the need for release. Several times she had taken the young brunette to the brink and pulled her back. Pinning the girl’s prominent labia open with her thumbs, Melinda was taking long, slow licks from Courtney’s puckered anus to the hood of her clit.

The pretty teenager was emitting an almost continual humming moan punctuated by squeaks of delight as the older woman’s tongue passed over her slick jellybean. Courtney’s sparse pubic hair was saturated with Melinda’s drool and her own sweet juices, as was the pillow beneath her.

Melinda drilled deep between the smooth slick walls of the child’s fuck hole until she felt Courtney’s hymen on the tip of her tongue. Curious, she opened the lips with her fingers until she could see the thin membrane blocking the entrance to the girl’s womb. It had a small opening just big enough for a finger.

“Oh, my sweet little girl,” said Melinda. “Shall I make a woman of you?” Her tongue traced lazy circles around Courtney’s bulging pleasure nub.

“What? Oh! What do you mean?” Courtney panted.

“What I mean, dear Courtney, is I would like to take your maidenhood; to deflower you; to pop your cherry. I want to stick something deep inside your love canal and rip you open. Is that clear enough?”

“Oh, yes, Mrs. Lunsford! Do it to me! I… I… want you to be the one.” She gazed lovingly into Melinda’s eyes.

Courtney made this request with such sincerity that Melinda almost felt bad about what she was going to do. It was adorable how attached to her the sweet teenager had become, and, if truth be told, Melinda harbored some tender feelings of her own toward the girl. But she refused to let feelings come before ambitions, and her current objective was to join the board of directors at her club, The Westchester Country Club.

The chairwoman was willing to help sway the other board members in Melinda’s favor, but, of course, she wanted something in return. What she wanted was to sample Courtney’s charms. And she wanted it to happen while Courtney’s hymen was still intact.

“In good time, my pet,” said Melinda. “All in good time. But let’s save your virginity for a special occasion, shall we?”

She went back to lapping Courtney’s juicy cleft. Melinda and her young lover quickly fell into a rhythm and the teen’s moans rose in pitch and intensity. The older woman could read the signs, and just as the girl was about to reach her peak, she backed off, again. Courtney whined in frustration.

“Are you ready to cum, sweetie?” Melinda asked, innocently.

“Oh, my gosh! Yes, please!”

“Am I special to you, Courtney? Do you care about me?”

“Mrs. Lunsford, you know I do! I’ve never felt this way about anyone.”

“No?” she spat, in a voice much harsher than she felt. “Then why are you fucking Mrs. Leslie behind my back?”

The girl’s mouth fell open. Brooke Leslie had told her that their tryst the previous day would remain a secret. It seemed she had lied.

“I didn’t want to!” said Courtney. “She made me do it.”

“Oh, she forced you, did she?”

“Yes! She tied me to my bed. Then she blindfolded me and put my panties in my mouth.“

“And how did she manage that without your help? Did she hold a knife to your throat?”

“No, but she’s much bigger and stronger than I am. She was really rough.”

“And what did she do when you were tied to your bed?”

“I… I think she took pictures of me.”

“How do you know? You said you were wearing a blindfold.”

“There was a bright flash and the sound…”

“How many? Two? Three?”

“A lot,” said the teenager miserably.

“I see. What else did she do?”

“She touched me… all over. ”

“That’s it? Did she do anything else?”

“She… licked me… and she made me lick her,” said the child. Melinda was sure Courtney would have blushed if her face was not already bright pink.

“Oh, you poor darling,” said Melinda scathingly. “How awful. You must have hated every second of it.”

She paused as she noticed a tear roll from the corner of her little lover’s eye. It was hard to pretend fury when, in her mind, she relished the image of little Courtney tied to her own bed and made to service her butch friend. She could hardly wait to ask Brooke for the details.

“Did she make you cum?”

“Please, Mrs. Lunsford.”

“Did she make you cum?” Melinda repeated, forcefully.

“Y… yes.”

“How many times?”

“I… I don’t know.”

“Why, you little slut, you came so many times you lost count, is that it?”

“Yes… no! Oh, please don’t be angry, Mrs. Lunsford! I didn’t want to be with her. I don’t like her… she’s mean. You’re the only one I care about. I’ll do anything to make it up to you. Anything!”

These were the words Melinda was waiting to hear.

“As a matter fact, there is something you can do for me,” said Melinda. She went back to eating Courtney’s pussy, wanting it perhaps even more than Courtney herself. The girl’s moans rose higher.

“Will you be a good girl and do as I tell you?” asked Melinda before she resumed her skilful tonguing.

“Uhhhnnnn… yes, anything.”

Melinda sucked Courtney’s labia into her mouth and released them with a wet plop. “Even if it involves another woman?”

“But I don’t want… “

“Will you do it or not?” She sucked Courtney’s labia again before continuing.

“There is something important that you can help me with. But if you don’t want to, maybe I can find another girl.”

“No! I mean, yes, I’ll do it. I’ll do whatever you ask,” said sweet young Courtney.

“That’s my girl,” said Melinda. “Is there anything I can do for you right now?”

She scooped up a mouthful of Courtney’s thick honey and savored it on her tongue before swallowing. The little teenager’s gusher was spewing more hot lava than Mount Kilauea.

“Ooooohh, please make me cum, Mrs. Lunsford. Please, oh, please, please, do it… pleeeease.“

“You have such lovely manners, Courtney,” said Melinda.

She sucked the girl’s hooded clit into her mouth, rolling it with her tongue against her upper lip. Then she pressed her flattened tongue to the top of Courtney’s vulva as the teenager pushed her juicy snatch urgently against the older woman’s mouth.

“Oh yes!” cried the little brunette. “Yes… Oh! Oh! Ohhhh!” she wailed, her voice almost hysterical. Her smooth fleshy thighs trembled on either side of Melinda’s head. Just as she was reaching the point of no return, the older blonde woman reached out and pinched both of Courtney’s puffy nipples, hard.

“Aiyeeeeeeee!” screamed the teenager, her body jerking convulsively. Her legs squeezed Melinda’s head so tightly she thought her skull might crack like a walnut. But with one final tremor, Courtney’s eyes rolled back in her head and her body fell limp and motionless.

* * *

Amelia Fazio’s limousine stopped first at the Lunsfords’ house where Brooke and Melinda were waiting. The driver got out and held the door until the two women were seated. As they greeted one another, Melinda noticed a fourth person in the back of the car – an absolutely stunning pale blonde girl. She looked to be about sixteen. Melinda stared at her.

Amelia was chair of the Westchester Country Club’s board of directors. She’d seen the DVD that Brooke had been circulating showing Melinda Lunsford having sex with a delectable young brunette. Then she learned that the girl was only thirteen. Amelia had a weakness for pretty teenage girls, but she’d never had one as young as Courtney. She wanted the girl badly, and Melinda had agreed to lend her for an afternoon. Melinda’s price was a place on the board. It seemed a small price for a slice of the beautiful teenager.

“Ah, Melinda, I see you’ve noticed my young companion,” said Amelia. “Brooke, Melinda, this is Sigrid Carlsson. Sigrid, these are two of my dear friends, Brooke Leslie and Melinda Lunsford.”

“Most pleased to meet you,” said the girl, with a Swedish accent.

“Charmed, I’m sure,” said Melinda. She turned to Amelia. “What the hell is she doing here? I thought we had a deal. It was to be just you and Courtney, with Brooke and me there to shoot the video.”

“Don’t worry,” said Amelia. “I trust Sigrid completely. She’s my au pair, you see.”

“Why do you need an au pair?” said Melinda. “Your children are all grown.”

“I do have my grandchildren over from time to time,” said Amelia, smiling. “But I’ve found that I can rely on Sigrid for many things.” She placed a hand on the blonde girl’s smooth leg. “Many things,” she repeated.

* * *

Courtney waited nervously on her front porch. Melinda had told her to wear something nice, so she had put on her new halter-style sundress and a pair of leather sandals with thin straps. She’d considered wearing pantyhose, but it was a hot day and she thought her tanned legs looked okay without them. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Even though her boobs had recently grown into a C-cup, they didn’t need any external support. Besides, the bra had looked silly with her dress, which left most of her back bare.

A long black limousine turned the corner onto her street and Courtney went down the front walk to meet it. The driver got out and opened the door for her. Just as she was about to get in, she saw her best friend Kristen across the street. She was staring, open-mouthed. It was too late to pretend she hadn’t seen her, so Courtney just waved and got in the car.

Once inside, Melinda kissed her and introduced her to Mrs. Fazio.

So this is who I’ll be having sex with, thought Courtney.

At least fifty, Amelia Fazio was an attractive woman, and reminded the girl of her middle school principal, a thought that both disturbed and excited her. Amelia’s deep cleavage drew the young girl’s eye to her enormous bosom, and Courtney found herself wondering what it would be like to handle such large breasts. Her hair was thick and glossy black, worn in a wavy style that seemed a bit dated to the young teen.

She must have look scared, because Melinda took her hand and said, “Don’t worry, honey, it’s going to be fine.”

Courtney then stole a glance at Sigrid. Even sitting down it was evident she was tall, and with her long blonde hair and striking green eyes, Courtney thought she must be a supermodel. Brooke was eyeing her too. Her long legs were spectacular and her prominent breasts strained the seams of her white blouse.

The rest of the short trip passed in something of a blur as Courtney imagined what she would soon be doing. Amelia asked questions and she answered them, but the teen’s mind was elsewhere.

Soon they turned into a private drive with tall hedges on either side. Elaborately wrought iron gates blocked the way, then magically opened to allow the car to enter. They rolled along a twisting lane through what looked like a park, past fountains and copies of classical Roman sculptures. At last the house appeared.

Courtney had thought Melinda was rich, but this was wealth of a different order. The house looked like a palace, with a huge central portico supported by fluted Corinthian columns. Additional wings extended to the left and right. Amelia took one of Courtney’s hands and Sigrid the other, and led her into the house.

Behind them, Melinda and Brooke exchanged glances. It was rumored that the Fazio money came from organized crime, and the gaudy opulence of the estate tended to confirm their suspicions.

“Let’s go straight to my room, shall we?” said Amelia. “Everything we’ll need is there.”

They went up a curving marble staircase to a broad central hall.

“This way,” said Amelia, and they entered a bedroom about the size of a tennis court, with French doors along one side and an enormous round bed. There were two professional video cameras on tripods and several umbrella lights.

Sigrid opened a refrigerator hidden behind a cherry wood panel and went to work uncorking a few bottles of Veuve Clicquot, while Brooke and Melinda got the cameras ready to roll. When everything was set, Sigrid served the champagne.

“To our young guest of honor,” said Amelia, raising her glass.

Courtney blushed and took a sip. She’d never had champagne before and she thought it was delicious. She quickly drank the whole glass.

Amelia smiled and took the flute from her hand. “Stand over here,” she said, steering Courtney to the middle of the room. “Sigrid, undress her for me.”

The wine had given Courtney a mild buzz, but she was still unnerved. She was about to be stripped before a woman old enough to be her grandmother!

Sigrid stood in front of Courtney and looked down at her. She was quite tall, and made even taller by her high heels. Courtney was struck once again by Sigrid’s beauty. She felt herself a plain little girl by comparison.

Sigrid stroked her hair and bent to whisper in her ear. “You’re so pretty,” she said. Sigrid moved behind her and began to untie the knot that held her dress in place.

The compliment from the beautiful Swede made Courtney feel better, but she was very aware of Amelia watching from an armchair and the two cameras pointed at her. It was embarrassing but strangely arousing. Young Courtney was realizing that it was the very moments when she felt the most helpless – like when Brooke had come to her house and tied her up – that she also felt the most excited. She felt weak and quivery inside, like when she was little and had done something forbidden, and she knew she was about to be punished.

As Sigrid slid the dress down her body, Courtney’s hands moved automatically to cover her breasts, her arms crossed. When the dress pooled at her feet, the tall Swede helped her to step out of it.

Amelia gazed at her, enthralled. Courtney was certainly not the anorexic type. Her body was lush with curves for a thirteen-year- old, and the wealthy chairwoman adored her plump thighs, narrow waist, and the little roll of baby fat spilling over the top of her girlish panties. With her round face, pert nose, and full lips, Courtney embodied Amelia’s ideal of adolescent beauty and sex appeal.

“This is no time to be shy, Courtney,” said Amelia, after a moment. “Let’s see your pretty boobs.”

Courtney looked over at Melinda, trembling with nerves. She wasn’t sure if she could go through with this. Melinda just shook her head, as if to say there was nothing she could do.

“Sigrid,” commanded Amelia. “Help her.”

Reaching around her from behind, Sigrid took hold of Courtney’s wrists. “I wish to see them, too,” she whispered. The young brunette allowed her hands to be raised over her head.

Amelia sat forward in her chair and gaped.

“Mother Mary in heaven,” she said.

The little girl’s breasts were incredible, creamy white, perfectly shaped and larger than Florida oranges, yet they didn’t sag in the least. The nipples and aureoles were pink and tilted upwards.

Amelia could hardly wait to suck them.

“Let me see her from every angle,” said Mrs. Fazio.

Holding Courtney’s hands over her head, the tall Swede slowly turned her as if she were a ballerina, or a puppet. With her arms raised, the profile view of her breasts was superb. They jutted out like fat, ripe pears. The rear vista was no less enchanting. Courtney’s back was smooth and unblemished, with two symmetrical dimples just below her waistline. And her high round ass, gleaming white in contrast to her tanned legs and back, was no less than divine.

Soon it will all be mine, thought Amelia.

“Bring her to me,” she said.

Sigrid lowered Courtney’s arms and led her by the hand to Amelia’s chair. When she stopped, the young girl’s knees and those of the older woman were almost touching. Sigrid stood just to the side and behind Courtney.

The feeling was growing stronger inside the young teen; that hollow in the pit of her stomach that seemed to sink all the way to her cootchie. She thought how strange it was that she was here, this woman devouring her with her eyes. Little Courtney was both aroused and frightened, but there was no escape now.

“Touch her,” said Amelia.

Sigrid seemed to know what she wanted. She stood behind Courtney and ran her hands up and down the girl’s sides, stroking her hips, her waist, her ribs. She massaged the child’s delicious bubble butt and her slightly rounded belly. Courtney’s breath was coming more quickly and suddenly her breasts were aching to be touched. She knew her nipples were hard as little pebbles.

Slowly, oh so slowly, the blonde girl’s hands traveled up Courtney’s body until they cupped her breasts.

A little sigh escaped the young girl’s lips.

Sigrid explored her tits gently, molding them, dragging her palms across the hard nipples.

Another sigh.

Sigrid pinched the pink gumdrops, twisting them slightly, and Courtney let out a groan.

Sigrid’s hands slid down the teenager’s body to her hips. One hand slipped under the waistband of her panties in back, the other in front. While the hand in back caressed and squeezed her ass, other fingers combed through her meager pubic hair to investigate the lips of her sex. The fingers played lightly over Courtney’s vulva for a moment, until one probing digit wormed its way between her labia. It was like poking a hole in a dike. The juice which had been building up flooded Sigrid’s fingers and Courtney’s cotton panties.

The brunette teenager forgot where she was and enjoyed Sigrid’s touch. Brooke lifted her camera from its tripod to move in for a close up. She let the camera lens roam from Courtney’s closed eyes and parted lips, over her luscious breasts, to Sigrid’s hand moving inside her panties.

Sitting just in front of her, Amelia caught the scent of Courtney’s arousal. Like a shark detecting blood in the water, it drove her to action. She reached for the brunette teen’s breasts, touching them almost reverently. Courtney opened her eyes.

“My God,” said the older woman. “Your boobs are so perfect.”

Amelia was straining to reach the teen’s breasts with her mouth, so Courtney lowered herself a few inches by spreading her legs apart.

This also gave better access to Sigrid’s fingers. She used the tip of one finger to tease Courtney’s anus while other fingers massaged her clit.

Amelia sucked both of the teen’s tasty nipples, then mashed her tits together and tried to suck both nipples at the same time.

Courtney’s moans grew more insistent.

“That’s enough, Sigrid,” said Amelia. “I think she’s ready.”

The blonde Swede took her hands out of Courtney’s panties and stepped back, licking her fingers.

“I’ve waited so long to taste you,” the older woman said, looking into the teen’s eyes. She took hold of the waistband of Courtney’s panties and lowered them. As the little cotton underpants slid down her thighs, long, shining threads of the thirteen-year-old’s cunt sauce stretched from the gusset to her vulva. Amelia stopped to marvel at the sight.

“You’re so wet,” she said. “I love that.”

Finally she slid the panties all the way down, and Courtney stepped out of them.

“Kiss me,” said the older woman, and Courtney bent forward.

This is so weird, the girl thought for a moment, but when her lips met Amelia’s sparks shot straight to her groin.

As their tongues explored each other’s mouths, Amelia’s hands wandered over Courtney’s body, squeezing her breasts, her ass, her thighs. Finally, Amelia’s hand cupped Courtney’s dripping pussy mound, fingers slipping between her juicy labia. By the time they broke off the kiss, the little teen brunette was on fire.

“Climb up here,” said Amelia, and she directed the teenager to kneel on the arms of the chair, her thighs spread wide. The wealthy middle-aged woman slumped down in the chair a little until the girl’s pussy was right in her face. For her age, Courtney had unusually prominent inner lips, and with her legs open, they hung between her fleshy outer lips like fruit waiting to be plucked.

With her hands on the girl’s shapely ass, Amelia kissed the tender skin of Courtney’s inner thighs. “So soft,” she murmured. She licked the hollows just to the left and right of her pussy, the aroma drawing her closer, until her tongue was taking broad swipes up and down Courtney’s swollen outer lips.

“Mmmmmm,” whimpered the adolescent girl, her need evident. “Oh yes,” she cooed as Amelia’s tongue traced the perimeter of her curled inner lips before burrowing deep in her Holy of Holies. “Oh my goodness!”

“I love your sweet little cunny,” said Mrs. Fazio.

Soon everyone could hear Amelia licking and sucking at the teenager’s juicy fuckhole. Courtney had clearly lost the last of her inhibitions. She was riding the older woman’s face, her hips gyrating in a steady rhythm. Brooke knelt in front of the chair for a good view of Amelia lapping the teenager’s sopping cunt, her tongue appearing and disappearing between the folds. The HD camera recorded every detail down to the juice covering her chin.

Courtney’s moans grew louder and more frantic. She hugged the chair, nipples rubbing against the upholstery, her dripping delta moving with total abandon over the wealthy woman’s face, her round butt bouncing up and down.

“Yes… oh, God, yes,” she whined.

Melinda zoomed in for a close up of Courtney’s face, her pretty features contorted with ecstasy.

As much as she hated sharing her little fuck toy with Mrs. Mafia Boss, she had to admit the scene was turning her on.

When Amelia eased a fingertip into Courtney’s ass and sucked her clit, the girl screamed and exploded in climax. Her body was motionless for a moment, cunt mashed against the older woman’s mouth, then a series of shuddering spasms went through her limbs. Finally, she slumped down across the chair in Amelia’s lap.

Amelia held the limp body tenderly, stroking her hair and face. When Courtney’s eyes fluttered open, the older woman smiled and kissed her lips.

Courtney smiled back. “Thank you,” she said. “That was so amazing.”

Amelia kissed her again, deeply this time, and the young teen tasted herself in the older woman’s mouth.

“Will you be ready for more fun soon?” Amelia asked the girl.

Courtney bit her lip and frowned, like she was thinking about it. “Maybe,” she giggled.

Mrs. Fazio pushed her off the chair, laughing. “Go lie on the bed and wait for me,” she said.

Brooke and Melinda repositioned their cameras for a better view of the bed.

Amelia got up from the chair. “Help me with this dress, Sigrid,” she ordered.

The blonde girl stood behind Amelia and unzipped her black dress, peeled it off her shoulders and down.

The dark haired woman was short and voluptuous. Under the dress she wore a lacy black bra, matching high-waisted panties, and black stockings held up by garters. Her hips were very round and full, having born six children.

Courtney lay on her side, head propped in one hand, checking out Amelia’s body. She’ll want me to lick and suck her now, thought the teenager.

The older woman’s waist was small considering the size of her bust and hips, and Courtney decided she was sexy. Amelia’s chunky thighs brushed against each other when she walked toward her, and as she got closer, the teenager could see pubic hair curling from the edges of her panties for at least an inch or two down each leg.

She stopped beside the bed. “Sigrid,” she said, and the Swede immediately began to work at the hooks of her full-figure bra.

The bitch certainly has her au pair trained, thought Brooke. She wouldn’t mind doing some training exercises with the gorgeous blonde herself.

When the bra fell away, Courtney’s eyes went wide. Amelia’s tits were humongous. They sagged a bit, naturally, given their dimensions. Each was the size of a ripe cantaloupe with dark reddish aureoles the size of tea saucers, and nipples as big as half her thumb. Courtney thought they were magnificent.

Sigrid knelt to lower Amelia’s panties.

Amelia had more pubic hair than little Courtney had ever seen or imagined possible. It spread out in a thick triangle almost to her navel and far to each side. Through this dense jungle the young teen could just make out something dark and purplish.

“Jesus, what a bush,” whispered Brooke to Melinda. “She oughta take a weed whacker to that thing.”

Amelia pushed Courtney onto her back. On hands and knees, the older woman dragged her huge milk sacs up the young girl’s torso until they hung on either side of her face, hiding it completely.

Courtney hefted them.

“Oh my gosh,” she said. “I love your boobs.”

Her hands were so small in comparison, they practically disappeared into the heavy jugs, fat nipples poking out between her fingers.

“Suck them,” said Amelia.

Little Courtney obliged willingly. She loved the feeling of the heavy breasts in her hands and the thick nipples in her mouth. She alternated between them, sucking one and squeezing the other.

“Sigrid, get undressed and come over here,” said the chairwoman.

Brooke had been waiting for this moment. She turned her camera on the blonde Swede.

Sigrid unbuttoned her white blouse and took it off, then her skirt.

Oh yeah, said Brooke to herself.

Without a trace of selfconsciousness the lovely teenager unhooked her bra and pulled it off. Her breasts were wonderfully full and round, her aureoles so pale they almost blended in with the soft skin around them, with little inverted dimples at their centers.

The panties came off next. Sheer perfection, thought Brooke.

Sigrid’s skin was white and luminous, not a blemish anywhere. No trace of a tan line, either. The pubic hair was so pale that it was almost invisible, a true blonde, for sure.

Amelia lay on her back with Courtney on one side, so Sigrid took the other.

The older woman’s huge breasts slumped down the sides of her chest.

“I’ve always wanted to have both my tits sucked at the same time,” she said.

The two teenagers suckled her dark red nipples like nursing babies.

“Mmmmmm, that feels wonderful,” she said, stroking their hair.

Amelia raised Courtney’s head to kiss her. “You’re so adorable,” she said to the young brunette. “Now get down and eat me.”

While Sigrid continued to suck and play with Amelia’s massive melons, Courtney placed herself between the older woman’s parted legs. Until this moment, the young girl had seen exactly two pussies up close: Melinda’s and Brooke’s. One of them was shaved and the other closely trimmed, and both women had small inner lips that remained hidden most of the time.

As her fingers parted the thick black hair, Courtney could see that Amelia’s cunt was something altogether different.

The inner labia were thick and curled, and extended far beyond the fleshy outer lips – easily a couple of inches. They were dark purple, almost black at the edges, and bright pink at the center. At the top was a huge clit. Sheathed, it stuck out like a small, uncircumcised penis. The smell was different, too – a much stronger, more pungent scent.

Zooming in for a reaction shot of Courtney’s face, Brooke wasn’t sure if her look was one of lust or horror. Pushing aside the hair, Courtney first licked the thick flaps, then sucked them into her mouth. She slurped up nectar like a thirsty dog. Burrowing deeper, it seemed she might lose herself in the older woman’s hairy cunt. Amelia held the girl’s head with both hands and humped her face. Courtney was clearly enjoying herself and there was plenty to enjoy. She fed greedily.

“Oh, that’s good,” said Amelia. She pulled her knees up to her chest. “Now lick my ass.”

Tangy juice poured from her cunt and coated the older woman’s butthole. It too was surrounded by curling black hairs.

Courtney felt so dirty being made to lick this woman’s asshole, to be watched while she did it, to be videotaped, but that very act of submission, being told what to do, filled her with an aching need. Her pussy wept, begging for attention as her tongue rimmed the older woman’s ass hole, scratchy hairs tickling her cheeks.

Amelia groaned and lowered her legs. “Sigrid, there’s room for you here, too.” As Courtney went back to sucking her labia, the blonde lay down next to her between the older woman’s thighs. The young brunette made room for her and with their faces pressed together, the two teenagers ate Mrs. Fazio’s pussy.

Courtney lavished attention on one side of Amelia’s prodigious flaps while Sigrid sucked the other. Then the Swede began to tongue-fuck her employer’s juicy hole while Courtney sucked her clit.

“Oh God, yes,” said Amelia. “That’s perfect.”

Giggling, the two teens kissed, their faces wet with the older woman’s fuck sauce.

“Now Sigrid, do my clit,” Amelia said. “Fuck yes,” she purred. “Put your fingers in me, Courtney,” she said.

Two fingers went in with no difficulty. She fucked the older woman’s cunt while Sigrid sucked her clit, and Amelia moaned with pleasure.

“Use four fingers,” she said.

“Wow,” said little Courtney as her hand penetrated the juicy fuckslot. Only her thumb remained outside. Amelia’s tunnel of love was stretched from bearing children, and she’d dreamed about fisting. But Sigrid’s hands were just too big to enter her comfortably. Pubescent Courtney, though, had such tiny hands.

“Courtney, I want you to put your whole hand inside me.”

“Oh my gosh, are you sure?”

“Just make sure it’s good and wet,” said Amelia. “Sigrid, help her.”

Smiling at Courtney, the Swedish girl sucked the little brunette’s thumb, drooling on it. When it was slick and shining with spit she said, “Do it now.”

Sigrid held the older woman’s pussy flaps spread open. Courtney tucked her thumb in tight against her other fingers and began to work her hand into Amelia’s fuckhole.

“Oh God,” the woman groaned.

“Am I hurting you?” asked Courtney.

“No, keep going… yes, like that, slowly… Oh, God damn it!” she cried as Courtney’s hand sank in up to the wrist.

The girl waited a moment for Amelia to adjust to the sensation. She loved how hot and wet it was, and the way the vaginal walls squeezed her hand. She curled her fingers. When the woman moved her hips encouragingly, Courtney slowly began to fist-fuck her.

They established a rhythm which grew faster as Amelia’s orgasm approached. The chairwoman thrashed, her big jugs heaving, a low moan deep in her throat. “Oh my fucking God… Oh my fucking God…” she repeated again and again.

When she was sure Amelia’s climax was near, Sigrid began to suck on her clit while Courtney fist-fucked her. They held on as the older woman’s hips rose from the bed, every muscle taut as a piano wire.

Her scream was loud enough to wake the dead. At last she sank back to the mattress, her body trembling.

When Courtney eased her hand free, it was followed by a gush of clear ejaculate, soaking the sheets.

Sigrid thrust her face into Amelia’s wide-open fuck hole, drinking up as much as she could. Sharing a kiss with Courtney, they licked the juice from one another’s faces, laughing like the young girls they were.

But the laughter died suddenly. As Amelia recovered, the girls fell on each other, touching, caressing, tasting. Soon they were locked in a torrid sixty-nine, each devouring the other’s sweet teenage cunt. They rolled over and over on the wet sheets, until Courtney was in a state of what seemed a perpetual orgasm. It never stopped, but rose and fell in waves.

Brooke and Melinda could barely contain themselves.

Amelia watched the two beautiful teenagers, stroking their bodies.

“Courtney,” she said, “I know you’re saving your virginity for a special occasion. But there is another part of your body I’d like to violate right now.”

The girls were still licking each other’s pussies with Courtney on top. Amelia went to a dresser and got something from the top drawer. She knelt behind Courtney, and as Sigrid licked her scrumptious young cunt, the chairwoman began licking her ass.

“Uhhnnnn,” moaned the thirteen-year-old. “That feels so amazing.”

When Courtney’s virgin ass was good and wet, Amelia slid a finger into it. She kept her nails short for this very purpose.

The little brunette was humming and moaning into Sigrid’s cunt.

After a minute or two Amelia drove in a second finger.

Courtney was coming in Sigrid’s mouth again, her body covered in a light sheen of perspiration.

Using a small bottle of lube, Amelia began to grease the object she’d taken from the drawer. It was a smooth, curving glass dildo, tapered at one end with a thick bulb at the other. Withdrawing her fingers, she dribbled lube on Courtney’s puckered asshole. The toy was so smooth and small at the tip that it slipped in much easier than had her two fingers.

“Oh, Mrs. Fazio,” whimpered Courtney. “What are you doing to me?”

“Don’t worry, child. I’m going to fuck your ass.”

The tapered glass grew broader at its center, and as Amelia pushed in more and more, it became as thick as a man’s cock.

The sensation was so foreign but so exquisite, little Courtney never wanted it to end. She loved the feeling of being filled up.

Sigrid continued sucking her cunt while the dildo plundered her ass.

“Oh yes!” She cried. “Give it to me! Oh yes! Fuck my ass! Yes! Keep fucking my ass like that! Please don’t stop! Don’t ever stop! Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh yeah, fuck me!”

On and on she screamed.

Melinda was beside herself. She had never before heard Courtney utter a curse word stronger than ‘damn,’ and to hear her begging to be fucked in the ass was too much. She’d never seen anything so arousing in her life. When Courtney finally collapsed from exhaustion, she and Brooke left their cameras on the tripods and threw themselves on the blond Swede.

The two teenagers served the three older women all afternoon and well into the evening. The girls used every combination of lips, tongues and fingers to please the women and each other. Amelia especially loved riding Sigrid’s pretty face while Courtney licked her ass.

By the time they were all too tired to go on, the bed was a shambles, the wine was all drunk and the entire room reeked of sex.

Courtney knew by the end of that day that she was made to serve. On the way home, she told Melinda that she wanted to be her fuck toy forever.

The little thirteen-year-old could hardly wait to serve her mistress again.

Continue on to Chapter 5

By Cassandra Blue

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in February 2005 }

The book was open on Julie’s lap as she sat in the living room, but her eyes were not on the book. As a matter of fact, the last two pages she had read had not even been retained. There was a distraction, a distraction in the form of a girl, the girl she was watching for the summer. And watching she was. And it aroused her, and it disturbed her. How could she be attracted to a girl so much younger than herself? It was one thing to be attracted to girls, to have had lesbian experiences, and to have fantasies and desires, but to be seventeen and feel desire for an eleven-year-old girl, that was another.

Outside, in the bright sun, young Amanda and her friend Jenny were in their bathing suits, running back and forth, jumping over the lawn sprinkler. Julie was seated at the end of the couch, right by the window, and all she had to do was turn her head to see the two girls cavorting there in the front yard. Julie, herself, was wearing an oversized t-shirt and baggy pants. She wore glasses and her auburn hair was pulled back into a ponytail. She was fair-skinned and there was not even a hint of a tan on her creamy complexion. But Amanda, such a shapely young thing, was tanned dark, her brown hair long and wild and sun-streaked. She was the beautiful little girl that Julie, in her own mind, had never been. She was also a child, something that Julie had to keep reminding herself, for Julie herself had been robbed of her childhood fairly early on.

It would not have been so difficult for Julie to fend off these desires if Amanda had not been flirting with her so much. At least, that was the way it seemed to Julie. The flirting was subtle in nature, nothing overt, which made it all the more confusing, and Julie had to wonder if she was imagining it all.

The activity stopped in the front yard and Julie looked down at her book, went back two pages, and began to read again. But then the front door opened and Amanda came in, and she stood by the door in her bikini, smiling at her teenage sitter as she dried herself up and down. Julie tried to avert her gaze from the perfect beauty of the little girl’s body. She felt a tingle down below as she watched Amanda rub the towel between her silky smooth thighs.

“Have fun?” Julie asked her.

“Oh, yeah,” Amanda replied. “It felt so good.”

“I’ll bet. Should I make some lunch? Tuna sandwiches?”

“Sure. I’ll be out in a few minutes.”

Amanda disappeared into the back of the house. Julie went to the kitchen and found the tuna with no problem, opened a couple of cans and got out the mayo. She mixed the tuna with the mayo in a bowl and made four sandwiches, adding dill pickles to the ones intended for Amanda and putting them on a separate plate. She sat at the kitchen table and began to eat. Time passed as she waited for Amanda to join her.

“Amanda?” she called, but there was no response. She got up from the kitchen table and walked to the back of the house, approaching Amanda’s bedroom door. The door was slightly ajar, open to a small crack. “Amanda?” she asked softly. She heard a soft whimper and she pressed her fingers to the door, pushing it open. Her eyes widened there in the doorway, she felt her heart pound and she gasped.

There, sprawled out on her back, atop the beach towel on the bed, completely naked and looking up into Julie’s eyes, Amanda was openly masturbating. There was nothing subtle about this. Her legs were spread wide, tensed, the toes pointed, and her fingers were rubbing at her pussy. Unmistakable, unbelievable but unmistakable. And Julie could do nothing but stand and stare.

“Hi,” Amanda said. “I just wanted to…”

Julie backed away, closing the door and pressing against the opposing wall. She gathered herself and hurried to the bathroom. She took off her glasses, ran water in the sink and splashed her face with it. She looked up into the mirror and saw herself trembling. She dried her face, put her glasses back on, and left the bathroom. She walked past Amanda’s bedroom door and went to the living room. She sat down on the couch and curled up in the corner of it. She heard Amanda’s door open and she looked up.

The eleven-year-old was wrapped in her beach towel. She walked slowly toward Julie. She stopped a few feet in front of her and sighed.

“I’m sorry, Julie.”

“Don’t be sorry. You just should have closed your door all the way, and locked it.”

“But I wanted you to see. I thought you might… like it.”

“Why?”

“Because I heard that you like girls.”

“Where did you hear that?”

“I can’t tell you that. Is it true?”

Julie hesitated. She bit the nails on her left hand and stared down at the floor. The floor held no answers. She looked back up and saw a smile spread across the younger girl’s lips.

“Yes, it’s true. But I don’t know why you would want me to watch you… watch you…”

“Play with myself?” Amanda watched as Julie nodded and she looked down at the floor, perhaps seeking answers there herself. “Because I thought you might want to touch me. I wanted you to touch me. Me and Jenny touch each other sometimes, but she doesn’t like to touch in… you know… private places. But I thought that you…”

Amanda stepped forward, right up to the edge of the couch, and dropped the towel. Julie looked away, but the child’s gentle hand caressed her cheek and eased her face forward. Julie looked up. She could not believe what was happening.

“You’re just a little girl.”

“No. I’m a big girl.”

Julie closed her eyes, feeling Amanda’s fingers stroke her cheek, and then felt the girl take her hand and felt it being pressed against the smooth pussy mound. The fingers that had guided her hand there left it there and returned to Julie’s cheek. And Julie opened her eyes, looking up into Amanda’s blue eyes. As if guided by an unseen force, Julie’s hand began to caress the beautiful little girl’s pussy. Her fingers brushed against the hood of the clit and she felt and saw Amanda tremble.

“Do you want to go to my mom’s room?” Amanda asked softly.

She took Julie’s hand and the teenager got up and was led to the back of the house, into the big bedroom at the end of the hall, and it was there that Amanda asked her if she wanted to get undressed.

“Do you want me to?” Julie asked.

“Yes, but only if you want to.”

Julie looked down into Amanda’s face. She was so relaxed, this young girl, and her eyes had such a soft expression. There was a tender smile that made Julie feel warm inside. She did not say anything. There was nothing to say. It was a case of either undressing or not undressing. She took off her glasses and set them on the top of an old dresser. She turned to Amanda and took off her t-shirt, then her baggy pants. She slipped her arms out of the bra-straps and twisted it around, baring her large, round breasts, and unfastened the bra, allowing it to fall. Then she slipped her panties down and stepped out of them.

“Why don’t you let your hair down?” Amanda asked.

Julie reached around to the back of her head and loosened her hair from the band. She let her full auburn hair fall around her shoulders and then she stood there and let Amanda look her up and down. Julie was a big girl, shapely and filled out just right. Her skin was fair, but creamy and smooth, without a blemish.

Amanda’s expression became even more tender. She stepped right up to Julie and reached out, grasping her arms, guiding the older girl back towards the bed. Julie sat and spread her legs to accommodate Amanda, who pressed herself against the teenager.

Julie embraced Amanda’s petite body, kissing the smooth flesh of her young chest. It was then that Amanda took Julie’s face in her hands and leaned down, pressing her lips to Julie’s mouth. It was a sweet kiss, turning from timid to bold, from uncertain to passionate. And with a steadiness that betrayed her feelings about right and wrong, Julie relaxed completely.

“Make love to me,” Amanda said.

The world seemed to be spinning about them as Julie kissed the girl again, then swept her off the floor and onto the bed. She once again felt as if she was being guided by an unseen force, but it was her mouth that moved against Amanda’s mouth, then against her neck and her shoulders. They were her hands that caressed the girl, caressed her up and down and held her as Julie moved on top of the girl, her breasts falling against Amanda’s small, barely noticeable buds. She moved down, kissing those buds and sucking on the small nipples. And Amanda began to breathe heavy. The wonderful, smooth, sun-bronzed tummy felt good against her lips as she moved even further down, and she spread the shapely legs further apart as she got closer and closer to Amanda’s warmest place.

As soon as she lay eyes on the girl’s beautiful pink petals, seeing the moisture that beaded on them, Julie felt herself become very aroused, and she lowered her mouth to Amanda’s pussy with great care. She did as Amanda had said. She made love to her. With tongue and lips she explored the sweet little pussy, taking delight in every movement, every soft whimper or moan that expressed Amanda’s growing pleasure. She took her time, relishing every moment, and when she did focus directly on the girl’s clitoris, she did so gently and slowly, seeking just the right way to make it feel the best for the little girl.

She found it. Flattening her tongue against the swollen clit, she wiggled it back and forth and Amanda moaned loud, as if to say, “That’s it, right there, like that,” and Julie stayed right there, at first slow and easy, then faster and harder. Amanda’s body was moving rhythmically, her hips beginning to grind, and then she tensed, holding her breath, and Julie listened and held on, eager with anticipation. The girl exhaled, not quite there, but she put her fingers in Julie’s hair, and held her head there, and then took in another great breath. Her body tensed, then seized, and a cry emitted from her mouth as her legs came together, holding Julie’s head in a hot vice grip as her body rose off the bed. The orgasm was so intense that Julie could not believe it, and it sent chills down her spine to hear Amanda’s animal-like cries.

When finally Amanda lay back, relaxed on the bed, panting, Julie lifted up and moved up alongside the beautiful girl and smiled at her.

“Th-that was… incredible…” Amanda said breathlessly. “I’ve never had one like that.”

Julie’s own pussy was very wet and she wanted so much to touch it, but she was hesitant. This had all been directed by Amanda so far, nearly everything that had happened, and she wanted to keep it that way.

“What do you want to do now?” Julie asked, after listening to Amanda catch her breath.

“I want to make love to you.”

“To me?”

“Yes.”

Julie lay back and Amanda climbed on top of her, kissing her on the mouth, the cheek, the neck, her movements just a bit awkward, and Julie stroked her hair.

“Take it easy, sweetie,” she whispered. “Just pretend I am you, and do it just the way you would want it.”

Amanda took a breath and relaxed, and the awkwardness seemed to leave her. Her kisses and caresses were more certain, more fluid, and their warmth and moisture found their way to Julie’s breasts. It was here that Amanda stopped and looked up, painting Julie’s face with her eyes, as if to ask what to do with them. Julie placed Amanda’s hands on the full, round globes of flesh.

“Just squeeze them softly,” Julie whispered,”and then lick and suck on my nipples.”

Amanda did as she said, and it was here that the returning awkwardness actually added to the girl’s touch, giving it a gentleness that Julie had never before felt from another human being.

“Do you like my breasts?”

“Yes. They’re so big and round.”

Amanda suckled on the nipples as they got hard between her lips. Her teeth grazed them gently and the sensation was wonderful. Julie didn’t say another thing to Amanda for a long while. Amanda stayed with the breasts for a long time, admiring them with every touch, and when she moved down, kissing Julie’s tummy, her fingers remained to play with Julie’s nipples a bit longer, as if drawn to them.

When Amanda came to the small bush of reddish hair at the base of Julie’s belly, she looked up, but Julie was not looking down at her, and she just had to go by instinct. She spread the lips of the older girl’s pussy, much bigger than her own, and lowered her mouth to lick it. She knew where to lick. She knew where the clit was, and found it with her tongue. The pussy was so wet that the teenager’s juices coated the little girl’s chin.

For Julie, it did not take long. She was so aroused already that Amanda’s licking took her to the top almost immediately. She tried to hold off, but the girl’s tongue was relentless, and she came, her moans filling the room as she bucked against Amanda’s mouth, grabbing the back of the girl’s head rather roughly. When the sensations subsided, she relaxed and looked down at Amanda tenderly.

“Sorry,” she said. “It just felt so good.”

“Really?” the girl grinned from ear to ear.

“Yes. You ate my pussy just right.”

Julie took her time to relax, and when Amanda was lying beside her once again, they turned face to face, fondling and touching each other for a long time. With Amanda sucking on her nipples, Julie reached between those silky thighs and played with that sweet hairless pussy until the girl lay on her back, very aroused. And this time Julie was right there, looking into Amanda’s face when the orgasm came. The look on the girl’s face was radiant. The furrow of her eyebrows, the flush of her cheeks, the way her lips parted and formed a perfect “o” as she moaned. It was not quite as intense, but then it didn’t have to be. It was right for the moment.

After a few moments, when Julie thought they were done, Amanda stood up and reached for the lower drawer of her mother’s dresser. She opened the drawer and pulled out a box which she set on the bed and opened. Inside the box were two vibrators and a dildo. Julie smiled at Amanda and Amanda smiled back.

“Someone’s been nosy,” Julie said.

“Wanna play with them?”

The two girls lay side by side, each with a humming vibrator, and rubbed them on their pussies. They were very close together and could look into each other’s eyes as they played. Both girls grew excited, but it was Amanda, who was inexperienced with such things, that came first, gripping the vibrator between her thighs as she seized up and cried out in ecstasy. Then she lay on her side, watching Julie intently.

“Amanda?”

“Yes.”

“Wanna fuck me?”

“What?” Amanda gasped, her eyes large with surprise. “How?”

“Put that other thing inside me and pump it in and out.”

Amanda grabbed the dildo and looked at it. She grinned. “Is a dick really this big?”

“Some. Some are even bigger.”

Amanda took hold of the shaft and pointed the head at Julie’s pussy, pressing at it. Julie reached down, taking it for a moment, and guiding it into her own vagina. It was a tight fit, the dildo felt huge, but it felt good.

“Now, just slowly in and out.”

Amanda did as she was told, guiding the rubbery dong in and out of her teenage sitter’s wet pussy. Julie smiled, pressing the head of the vibrator against her clit and putting her arm around Amanda, drawing her close. Amanda began suckling on the nearest nipple as she fucked Julie with the dildo, and with Julie’s knee between her thighs, riding up against her pussy, she began to grind her hips against it.

The room filled with a rush of breeze as the girls lay breathing heavily, moving in unison as lips sucked nipple, pussy rubbed against leg, and hand guided dildo in and out. And the sweat and juices flowed and Julie’s moans grew stronger. And Amanda rested her head on Julie’s shoulder, looking up at at the older girl’s face, feeling her own pleasure mounting along with Julie’s.

“Oh, god,” Julie gasped, tightening every muscle. “Faster, go…oh,” and she exploded, crying out loud and strong as the orgasm lifted her off the bed. Amanda watched Julie’s face, glistening with sweat, contort and turn from side to side, and Amanda went over the edge right then and there, gripping Julie’s thigh between hers and wriggling, moaning with her mouth against Julie’s breast. As they came together, their bodies entwined, it did not seem to matter how old they were, who was older and who was the child, for both were feeling the same pleasure, and when it was over, they stayed that way for a time, the toys discarded but their affection remaining.

“We’d better clean up soon,” Julie said, “Your mom will be home in an hour or so.”

“Is it that late?” Amanda looked at the clock and sighed. She smiled.

“Time does pass quickly when you’re having fun. But let’s just stay here a while longer.”

Amanda leaned over Julie and they kissed.

“We should do this again real soon,” Julie said.

“Yeah,” Amanda said, “Tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow,” Julie smiled, “Yes, definitely tomorrow.”

The End

by callmeQ67

Melinda Lunsford willed herself to focus as she waited for the serve, gripping her racquet with both hands. Down 5-4 in the third set, Melinda had just evened the game at deuce.

Come on, God damn it, she said to herself. Just two more points and we’re five-all.

Melinda was expecting the serve to come down the middle to her backhand side, but her opponent fooled her by swinging it out wide to her forehand. She lunged and got her racket on the ball, just managing to block it weakly crosscourt. Melinda’s fleet-footed adversary was there at the net, easily punching away a volley winner.

Brooke grinned at her across the net.

“Match point,” she gloated.

Melinda and Brooke played weekly at the Westchester Country Club tennis courts, but in all their previous matches nothing more than a round of drinks was riding on the outcome. Melinda, a starter on her college tennis team, won most of the time. Brooke was taller, fitter and stronger than Melinda, but usually she lacked the blonde’s finesse.

Which was why Melinda had allowed herself to make such an ill-considered bet. Brooke had been after Melinda to share her new thirteen-year-old fuck toy, but Melinda was reluctant. She’d only introduced Courtney to the pleasures of girl-girl sex two weeks earlier, and she wasn’t yet ready to give up her exclusive relationship.

“I’ll tell you what,” Brooke had said. “If I win our match tomorrow, you have to share the little doll with me.”

“Fat fucking chance,” Melinda replied. “What are you going to give me when I win?”

Brooke thought for a moment. “If you win, I’ll be your slave for a week.”

Like Melinda, Brooke had a dominant personality. The idea of the lovely, headstrong brunette taking orders from her was too enticing to pass up.

“Deal,” she’d said.

Now, on the brink of defeat, the bet was looking like a huge mistake. Brooke was playing the match of her life.

I can still win this, Melinda told herself as she took her position in the ad court, but her confidence had wilted. When Brooke’s service ace kissed the line to end the match, Melinda could only shake her head in disgust.

An hour later, after showering and driving to Melinda’s house, the two women sipped cold drinks as they waited for young Courtney to arrive. Similar in age and personality, the women were very different physically. Melinda was a fair skinned, blue-eyed blonde with very feminine curves, while Brooke had short, dark brown hair and a lean, almost muscular physique. Her small breasts needed no bra, and her olive skin tanned easily.

“Look,” Melinda was saying, “I know we had an agreement, but she’s such a sweet little thing, I feel like a dirty pimp handing her over to you.”

“What are you afraid of? Do you think I’ll turn her into a butch little dyke?”

“Well, yeah. Courtney is such a girly girl, and I love that about her. I’d hate to see her start swearing and spitting like a truck driver.”

“Unfair,” said Brooke. “I’m not crude like that, and you know it.”

“All the same, I’d rather be there the first time you two… ”

“You want to do her together?” Brooke asked. She had already begun to imagine the possibilities.

* * *

Courtney was in a hurry. She peddled hard, her long chestnut ponytail swaying behind her. She was glad for the cooling breeze as she began to get overheated from the sun and the exertion.

Over the previous two weeks, Courtney had established something of a routine. She rode her bike to Melinda’s house every afternoon, and the older woman tutored her in the myriad ways two women can give each other pleasure. Courtney was an excellent student.

When she arrived, the teenager was surprised to find another guest at Melinda’s house. For an instant, Courtney thought the tall, dark figure was a man, but a look at her smooth, pretty face soon dispelled that notion. The stranger’s eyes seemed to drink her in, from her sneakers and ankle socks, up her smooth legs to her silky nylon soccer shorts, and on to her ribbed cotton tank top. They paused at her braless breasts, then finally moved up to her face.

The examination left Courtney feeling a bit uneasy as she was introduced. Brooke, dressed in black trousers and a white shirt, shook her hand with a powerful grip. She towered over Courtney. The teen was just five feet tall, and Brooke was nearly six. Practically eye level with the woman’s nipples, Courtney couldn’t help noticing they were poking through the material of her shirt. More unsettling, though, was the woman’s stare. She felt the way a lamb must feel when it senses the presence of the wolf.

“Have a seat, Courtney,” said Melinda. “Let me get you something to drink. Brooke and I are having vodka tonics. Would you like to try one?”

Courtney brightened. Melinda didn’t usually offer her alcohol.

“Yes, please.”

After a bit of chat about school and sports, and after downing half her drink, Courtney was feeling much more relaxed. Maybe Brook wasn’t so scary after all. With her close-cropped hair she had an appealing boyish quality and looked very young, though she told Courtney she was thirty-four.

But when Brooke said, “Melinda’s told me so much about you,” the teen was instantly on her guard.

“She… She has?” Courtney glanced at Melinda, who looked miserable.

“Yes,” Brooke went on. “She says you’re so sweet and thoughtful, and very willing to learn.”

“Um… Yeah,” mumbled Courtney.

“And,” said Brooke, looking straight into the girl’s innocent young face, “she says you’re the best little pussy licker she’s ever met.”

Courtney felt like she’d been punched in the stomach. She couldn’t believe that her lover had told this woman her most intimate secret. Courtney herself had told no one, not even her neighbor and best friend, Kristen.

She stood up feeling stunned and betrayed, wishing she could disappear. Looking towards Melinda for support, she found none. Her mentor was staring pointedly in the other direction.

Sensing Courtney was about to bolt for the door, Brooke stood up too, gripping the girl’s arms firmly.

“Please, don’t be upset,” she said. “Melinda didn’t mean to hurt you.”

Courtney looked down at her shoes.

“I know she’s your first lover and you really care about her, but it’s a big world out there. You’re going to have many more lovers as you grow up, so maybe it’s time for you to expand your horizons.”

“Wha… What do you mean?”

“Well, I’m sure Melinda is a good teacher, but everyone makes love a little differently. Maybe there are some things I could teach you as well.”

“I don’t know.”

“Look at me, gorgeous,” said Brooke, raising the girl’s chin.

Courtney appeared to be on the verge of tears as she looked up into Brooke’s penetrating eyes.

“We’re going to make you feel things you’ve never even imagined.”

The word “we” set off a tiny warning alarm, but when Brooke began to nibble her bare shoulder and neck, Courtney’s brain wouldn’t process the signal.

“Give me a little kiss, okay?” said Brooke.

The tall woman’s kiss was so soft and tender that Courtney’s fear was pushed to the background. When Brooke wrapped those strong arms around her and squeezed, Courtney felt she was falling into an abyss. It was like the feeling she got when going over the top of that first big hill on a roller coaster.

When Brooke kissed her again, she let the older woman’s tongue slide into her mouth, wanting it. She kissed back, and Brooke sucked on her tongue, setting off sparks than ran through her nervous system. Courtney was bent backwards and she clung to the older woman’s neck to keep from falling.

As their searing kiss went on and on, with Brooke’s hands squeezing her juicy round butt, Courtney felt the need building inside her, like a fever that started in her loins and spread its warmth all over her body.

When Brooke finally ended the kiss, Courtney was fairly panting with adolescent desire. Her knees felt weak and her pussy throbbed. Her mouth was open, lips wet with saliva. Part of her still wanted to run away, but a flame had been lit inside her and it threatened to ignite a bonfire.

Brooke slowly reached out to touch the tips of Courtney’s breasts. The young teen sighed when Brooke’s thumbs stroked her rock hard nipples, then moaned deep in her throat when she pinched them.

“Jesus, Courtney,” said Brooke. “Your tits are amazing. I’ve gotta see ‘em.”

Taking Courtney’s shirt by the hem, she pulled it up roughly. The thirteen-year-old brunette raised her arms submissively. When the teen’s upturned breasts came into view, Brooke could only whisper in awe.

“Oh my God,” she said. “They’re so beautiful.”

Courtney felt a kind of ache spread out from her nipples.

Courtney’s boobs had only begun to sprout a year or so earlier, but she’d already outgrown her B-cup bras, and filled a C nicely. Her tits were now in that state of early teen perfection to which the laws of gravity seem not to apply. They stuck out from her small frame in the most tantalizing way, without a hint of sag. With puffy, bubble-gum-pink aureoles, the creamy cupcakes were themselves set off by the dark tan of the rest of her skin.

Falling to her knees, Brooke gazed at the teen titties reverently. She hesitated to touch them, for fear of spoiling their sublime perfection.

The longer she waited, the more the ache in Courtney’s nipples seemed to grow. At last, looking down at the older woman, the girl took Brooke’s hands and placed them on her nascent teenage breasts.

At first Brooke handled them gently, like fragile treasures. She ran her fingers around their perimeters, along the perfect curve at the bottom, and finally to the sensitive nipples. But as her forceful personality reasserted itself, the randy lesbian began to squeeze harder, watching her fingers sink into the pliable flesh. When she twisted the fat pink mushroom caps she was encouraged by Courtney’s whimper of pleasure. She sucked the tip of one breast into her mouth, grazing it with her teeth, and Courtney’s fingers twined through her short hair.

Releasing Courtney’s nipple, Brooke looked up at the girl as she allowed drool to fall from her open mouth onto the child’s breast. The little teenager gasped when the woman’s tongue spread saliva over her jutting white-and-pink flesh cones, then blew on her skin. They both watched the nipples crinkle under the cool air.

“Turn around,” said the older woman suddenly, her hands at the girl’s waist.

Courtney now faced Melinda, who stared at her young lover with glazed eyes, one hand between her legs. The buxom blonde had to admit that it was arousing to watch little Courtney being seduced by her friend. The young teen, clad only in her soccer shorts and sneakers, stood with her head thrown back as Brooke caressed her tits from behind.

“Look at these fucking tits, Melinda,” Brooke said. “Thirteen years old, and they’re twice the size of mine already.”

Melinda could only nod and stare.

“Let’s get these off,” said Brooke, finally taking her hands away from Courtney’s spectacular breasts. Slipping her fingers under the waistband of the girl’s shorts, she lowered them slowly, careful not to take the panties down too.

Courtney didn’t own any underwear that she considered ‘sexy’. Most of her panties were similar to the ones she wore now, patterned cotton bikinis. These were blue with little yellow smiley faces on them.

Brooke thought they were perfect. Their childish innocence only served to accentuate Courtney’s youth and inexperience.

While Courtney stepped out of her soccer shorts, Brooke feasted her eyes on the girl’s round butt. She squeezed the firm cheeks with both hands, then gathered the material of her panties in one fist and pulled it up tight to reveal the flawless teen globes. The usually invisible peach fuzz covering her smooth rump glowed in the afternoon sun.

“Oh fuck, that’s gorgeous,” Brooke said, in awe.

She gently sank her teeth into Courtney’s right cheek, while the teenager looked back over her shoulder and giggled.

Melinda’s hand was busy under the hem of her dress as she watched her friend, still fully dressed in trousers and shirt, worshipping her teen lover’s ass.

As Melinda looked on, Brooke eased Courtney’s panties down. The scent of aroused teen pussy filled Brooke’s nostrils. With the cotton stretched between the teenager’s knees, Brooke lowered her face to the damp material. “Mmmmm,” she mumbled, licking Courtney’s sweet cream from the gusset of her panties. Brooke sucked up every trace of teen pussy juice before taking Courtney’s panties the rest of the way down.

“Bend over, Courtney,” Brooke ordered. “Spread your legs.”

The teenager opened her legs wide and bent at the waist. Sunlight glistened on the child’s slick labia.

“Touch the floor,” said Brooke, and with the suppleness of youth, Courtney bent until her palms were flat on the hardwood.

Melinda groaned with lust as she watched her young lover, clad only in her sneakers, wantonly display herself to her butch friend.

“I love your pussy lips,” said Brooke.

For such a young girl, Courtney had remarkably thick, curled inner lips that protruded beyond her plump outer lips. Until recently she’d been embarrassed by her unusual genitalia, but Melinda clearly loved them and now it seemed Brooke did too. The folds clung together, and as the older lesbian stroked them with the tip of a finger, the lavish lips parted, connected only by thin strands of sticky girl cream. The teen squealed when Brooke used her tongue to open them further, lapping up the sauce.

While Brooke probed deep for more juice, the soft underside of her tongue teased the girl’s clit. Gripping Courtney’s thighs, the dark-haired lesbian explored every part of the girl’s vulva with her mouth.

Melinda could clearly hear the obscene slurping noises as Brooke sucked the teenager’s juicy cunt. Melinda herself was close to orgasm, the fingers of one hand inside her panties and her other hand squeezing her heavy breasts.

Courtney’s whimpering cries were almost pathetic with undisguised need as the tall lesbian slurped her gooey pussy. Her legs grew increasingly unsteady until she thought she might pitch forward onto the floor at any moment.

Brooke must have sensed it too, because she stood and led the child to a sofa. She placed the girl with her legs spread wide and her butt resting on the very edge of the cushion. It was her first front view of Courtney’s pussy and she paused to relish it.

The teen’s plump mound had a thin covering of dark curls, with finer hair trailing down each side of her sopping gash. Brooke squeezed Courtney’s pussy lips together, causing her erect clit to pop out.

“Mmmmm, that’s a nice fat one,” said the girl’s ravisher.

“Uhhnnnnnn,” whined the teenager pitifully as Brooke ignored her clit again to suck the juicy pink labes.

The dominant lesbian wanted Courtney’s first orgasm from her to be one she wouldn’t soon forget. She spread the child’s folds, pinning them back with her thumbs.

“They’re like butterfly wings,” she said, before she slowly worked a finger inside.

Courtney winced in pain and alarm as the thin membrane blocking her vagina stretched.

“Oh my,” Brooke said, “a real live virgin.”

She withdrew her finger but her mind was filled with unwholesome possibilities. Deciding it was time at last to let the girl cum, she placed her mouth over the top of Courtney’s needy puss and sucked, her tongue massaging the girl’s engorged clit.

With a high-pitched squeal Courtney began to twitch like she’d had an electric shock. Her trembling legs shot up in a wide ‘V’ as she mauled her perfect titties, her round childish face contorted with ecstasy.

Brooke kept up her oral assault until the girl couldn’t take any more, then eased off, letting her down slowly. Courtney pulled her knees up to her chest, one hand covering her sensitive cootchie as the spasms ran through her body.

Brooke, her mouth wet with Courtney’s girl juice, looked over at Melinda. Judging by the look on her face, her blonde friend had just cum too.

“Girl,” said Brooke, “you weren’t exaggerating. She is so sweet I want to lick her for hours. Come on, let’s take her up to your bedroom.”

With that, the athletic brunette scooped up the teenager in her arms as if she were a baby. Courtney shrieked as she was lifted into the air, wrapping her arms around Brooke’s neck.

“Bedtime, sweetie,” said Brooke, making the teen giggle like a baby girl.

Melinda picked up her drink, knocked it back in one toss, and followed Brooke up the stairs.

When she got to her room, Melinda found Courtney on the bed watching Brooke strip. She paused in the doorway.

Brooke unbuttoned her white dress shirt and pulled it off. Her small breasts were the classic ‘champagne glass’ shape, with brownish nipples no bigger than dimes.

The teenage girl stared at them. Courtney’s mouth fell open when Brooke dropped her trousers.

She was wearing men’s briefs. Her tall, lean body had no extra fat and her smooth skin was evenly browned by the sun. The boy shorts emphasized her narrow hips. Her body was a provocative mix of masculine and feminine.

Little Courtney couldn’t take her eyes away, but when the girl reached out for her, Brooke grabbed her hands.

“Not just yet,” she said. “I haven’t finished with you.”

She pushed Courtney flat on her back and pinned her arms over her head. As Brooke sucked one of the fat pink nipples, Melinda pulled her dress off and joined her butch friend and teen lover on the bed.

Courtney groaned as both her nipples were sucked at the same time.

“I can’t get enough of these tits,” said Brooke.

“Mmm, hmm,” answered Melinda, her mouth full.

“Do you want to eat her first, or shall I?” asked Brooke.

“Let me,” said her friend. “I got so hot watching the two of you downstairs.” Melinda began licking her way down Courtney’s body.

“Wait,” said Brooke. “Lie on your back. Courtney, sit on her face.”

The headstrong lesbian positioned the teenager on her knees facing the wall as Melinda stretched out on the bed, her head between the girl’s legs. The blonde was treated to an enticing sight. As Courtney’s thighs parted, her precociously developed labia hung down just above the older woman’s waiting mouth. The sight and smell of aroused pubescent pussy was intoxicating.

Courtney gasped and gripped the headboard as Melinda began to gently lick her swollen labia.

“Are you sore, baby?” she asked. “Was Mrs. Leslie too rough with you?”

“Um … not too much,” said the girl.

“Don’t worry,” said Melinda between licks. “Momma will make it all better.”

While the shapely blonde tenderly ate the little girl’s juicy cunt, Brooke was toying with the pretty teenager’s upturned breasts. She turned Courtney’s face to hers and they kissed. So many sensations ran through the adolescent’s body at once. Even though she’d had a mind-bending cum only ten minutes before, the stirring built quickly in her loins once again. Without being aware that she was doing it, Courtney began to rock her hips, rubbing her dripping cunt in Melinda’s face. She moaned into Brooke’s mouth as their tongues swirled together.

Breaking off their kiss, Brooke squeezed Courtney’s plump round ass with one hand and pinched a nipple with the other.

“Is she doing a good job?” asked the mannish brunette. “Do you like the way she licks your pussy?”

“Oh! Yes!” Courtney said, her hips moving in a steady rhythm.

“Are you Mrs. Lunsford’s little fuck toy?” asked Brooke.

When she didn’t answer, Melinda pushed the girl’s crotch away from her face. Courtney whined in frustration.

“Say it,” ordered Brooke. “Say, ‘I’m Mrs. Lunsford’s little fuck toy.’”

“Please!” said the girl.

“Look at me, Courtney,” said Brooke. “Remember earlier I told you we would make you feel things you never even imagined?”

“Y … yes!”

“All you have to do is say the words. You’re a good girl, aren’t you Courtney? You like to make people happy, don’t you?”

The thirteen-year-old moaned with need. “Yes,” she said in a squeaky voice.

“Then tell her,” said Brooke harshly. “Tell Mrs. Lunsford what you are.”

There was a moment’s hesitation, then: “I’m your little fuck toy, Mrs. Lunsford! Please …”

Melinda began to suck her labia again and Courtney groaned with relief.

“You’re such a good little girl,” said Brooke. “Now you get your reward.” She pushed Courtney”s head down until it was on the pillows, then swung herself around until she was straddling Melinda’s prone body. Brooke stretched out her long frame on top of her friend so they lay face to face, their panty-covered pubic mounds rubbing together, her hard nipples pressed into Melinda’s soft breasts.

“Let’s share,” she said, and as Melinda nibbled the teenager’s clit, Brooke pushed her own face between the child’s round ass cheeks and began to spear Courtney’s sopping fuck hole with her tongue.

“Oh my God! Oh my God!” Courtney repeated mindlessly. What Brooke had said was true. She had never imagined anything could feel like this.

The butch lesbian drank the sweet juice that flowed from the teen girl’s cunt. She drooled over Courtney’s pink slit, and the mixture of saliva and fuck sauce ran into Melinda’s greedy mouth and onto her face. Licking up from the teenager’s wet vulva, Brooke’s tongue slid over Courtney’s puckered asshole.

“Oh fuck,” cried the girl.

“You like that, do you?” said Brooke. Courtney didn’t answer, but squealed when Brooke licked her ass again.

“Yes you do,” said Brooke, smiling. “Courtney, honey, I want you to spread your butt open with your hands.”

The teen cutie didn’t need to be told twice. With her face pressed into the pillows, Courtney reached behind her with both hands and spread the round unblemished cheeks of her ass.

“That’s so pretty,” said Brooke, admiring the girl’s delicate pink rosebud.

Sucking up a mouthful of juice from the girl’s soaking quim, the dark-haired dyke drooled it onto the girl’s puckered butthole. Her tongue began doing laps around the tiny orifice as Courtney sighed with pleasure.

Wetting it first in the teenie’s juicy cunt, Brooke pressed the tip of a finger into Courtney’s tight little anus.

“Uhnnn,” grunted the teenager.

By twisting it slowly like a corkscrew Brooke was able to work her finger in up the second knuckle. She began fucking the girl’s ass. With each thrust of Brooke’s finger Courtney made the cutest little whimper, grinding her pussy faster now on Melinda’s face.

“Oh God,” said Courtney a minute later. “I’m gonna cum.”

Brooke withdrew her finger and replaced it with her tongue. With Courtney’s asshole a little stretched from the finger fucking, Brooke was able to slide the tip of her tongue inside the girl’s tight sphincter.

When Melinda sucked Courtney’s stiff clit into her mouth, the teenager threw her head back and wailed. Her hips no longer moved in rhythm but shook violently. The feeling of one tongue on her clit and another in her ass was indescribable. Back arched, she grabbed the headboard and screamed again as waves of ecstatic joy carried her into orbit. When she finally drifted back to earth, little Courtney rolled onto her side weak and trembling.

Melinda and Brooke still lay face to face. Brooke grinned. “We make a pretty good team,” she said.

“Not bad, I guess.”

Brooke kissed her fem blonde friend. “Mmm,” she said. “You taste like Courtney.”

“So do you,” said Melinda. “Like her ass, that is.” They laughed and kissed some more.

“Enough,” said Brooke after a minute. “I need to get off now.” Dragging Courtney by the arms, she positioned the girl on her back so that her head lay at the very corner of the mattress. The brunette teen watched Brooke peel down her cotton briefs. Her pussy was covered in thick black curls and Courtney thought it looked beautiful. Standing with her back to the bed, she spread her legs wide and straddled the young teen’s head, lowering her crotch to the pretty teen’s face.

“Eat my fucking cunt,” she said.

Courtney had learned a lot from Melinda in the previous two weeks, and used all her skills to please this new lover. And she liked it. Courtney was discovering that she liked being told what to do. She had never heard the terms ‘domination’ and ‘submission’ used in a sexual context; she only knew that it excited her beyond measure when Brooke ordered her around like a slave. It made no sense to her how something so humiliating could cause her pussy to throb with need.

She only realized that she was rubbing her own pussy when Melinda took her hand away and began to lick it once again. When Brooke came, which didn’t take long, Courtney’s scream was drowned out by the wet, hairy pussy covering her mouth. The thirteen-year-old cutie couldn’t have put it into words, or wanted to, but she was getting off more from having her mouth used to please one woman than she was by the licking mouth of the other.

Later, after eating Melinda to orgasm as well, all three cuddled together on the bed. Courtney needed to ask something but wasn’t quite sure how.

“Mrs. Leslie?” she began hesitantly.

“Yes honey?” said Brooke.

“Um … a little while ago you told me I had to say something.”

“What? Oh, I told you to call yourself Mrs. Lunsford’s little fuck toy. Is that what you’re talking about?”

Courtney blushed prettily.

“Yeah…” said the teenager, her eyes downcast. “So… can I be your little fuck toy too?”

Continue on to Chapter 4

 

By Jessica Brockham

Heart racing, I said, “Hi, Sandie. Sorry, I didn’t hear you come in, I was in the bathroom. You’re home early; is everything okay?” I was doing my best to appear calm.

“You tell me!” was her response, a fire in her eyes. “I come home, find you’re upstairs, and your knickers on the floor down here!” as she picked them up and waved them at me.

“Oh,” I said, “I took them off because I was so hot. Sorry, I shouldn’t have.”

“I honestly don’t know whether to be angry, disappointed or jealous, Naomi. Has this happened before?” she asked, looking very serious.

“H-has what happened before?” I ask.

“Look Naomi, stop treating me like a fool!” she shouted at me, “I came home early because Zoe got called out and, when I came in, you weren’t around. So, I decided to check on Laura, and what do you think I saw then?”

Sitting beside her now on the settee, my eyes downcast, I mumbled, “What?”

“Stop playing games with me, Naomi!” she hissed. “As I got to her bedroom door I could hear noises, and when I looked I saw you and my eleven-year-old daughter naked on her bed and having sex! That’s what I saw, and I think you know it!” She was shouting.

“Oh God,” I said, “I — I think I had better go home.” I was shaking like a leaf as I reached for my knickers, now knowing that Sandra had caught us together. I’d never been so frightened.

She barred my way. “Oh no you don’t, my girl, I want an explanation! I know she can be quite precocious, and that she’s becoming aware of her own body, but for Christ’s sake, Naomi, she’s only eleven! How could you do this to me?” she wanted to know.

“I — I — I don’t really have an excuse,” I stammered, “It just sort of happened.”

“And has it happened before?” she wanted to know.

“Yes,” I whispered.

“Is she still a virgin?” she asked.

“No,” I said, and went on to explain about her recent sleepover with Mia, and what happened when they were playing with Sandra’s dildo.

“Oh my God! And you never thought to tell me this? You just took advantage of her innocence and seduced her, is that it?” Sandra said.

“No! Look Sandie, I’m afraid neither Laura nor Mia are as innocent as you might think they are. And I didn’t ‘take advantage’ at all, what happened was as much Laura’s doing as it was mine!” I said, “Although I admit that, as the adult, I should have known better. But she’s so lovely, Sandra! I got carried away.”

There followed, what can only be called a ‘pregnant pause,’ with neither of us really knowing what to say. I knew that I had been found out by Laura’s mum, and decided to keep quiet. Sandra, for her part, was trying to come to terms with it all, and didn’t know what else to say. My greatest fear was that she might go to the police, and that I would also be banned from her house and would only ever see Laura again over the garden fence; that is, if they didn’t lock me up as a dyke child molester!

“God, I need a drink,” she suddenly said, and stormed into the kitchen, returning with two glasses and a bottle of brandy.

Totally astounded that she hadn’t physically thrown me out, but had now offered me a drink instead, I softly said, “Thanks,” as she sat down again.

“I suppose I’m disappointed that she couldn’t confide in me,” she said, “and tell me that she likes girls too. It’s my own fault, I’ve always been open with her and I think she knows I’m a lesbian. She’s had to grow up fast since her dad and me divorced, but I’ve always seen her as my little girl.”

“I wish I had told you that she had confided in me about her liking for other girls, Sandie, then at least this might all have been open and above board, and we could have talked about it,” I said.

With an unbelieving chuckle, she said, “I really don’t know who I’m more jealous of… you, or Laura. Both of you, I suppose.”

“You’re jealous of me? Why?” I asked.

“Okay, Naomi… it’s time for a little honesty, I guess. You don’t know what it’s like being a single mum to an eleven-year-old, and being a lesbian too. I’ve watched my little girl growing up and have had some naughty thoughts about her, at least since she was six years old. Now her body’s developing and my thoughts have gotten even naughtier. It sounds crazy, I know, but I have wanted her for ages now …..sexually, I mean, and I know that’s supposed to be wrong. So, that’s why I’m jealous of you,” she confessed.

“Oh,” was all I could think of to say, remembering the day they moved in and we got chatting and became friends, and my disappointment when Sandra started going out with Zoe. If I’m honest with myself, I was jealous about that; maybe that’s why I let things happen with Laura.

“Now do you understand why I was so angry when I came in tonight? I felt that you had taken away what I’ve wanted to have with Laura for such a long time now,” she said.

“Yes, I think I can understand now. But you have to know that she loves you, Sandie, and she will always be your little girl, whether you have sex with her or not,” I said, “But why did you say that you’re jealous of Laura?”

Giving an embarrassed laugh, she said, “Because when we moved in here, I was thrilled to find that you live alone next door, and I’ve had even naughtier dreams about you and me in bed together. Then I met Zoe and all that seemed to change.”

I was quite stunned by this revelation, knowing that I had probably had exactly the same dreams as Sandie when she moved in here, then I gave an embarrassed laugh, as I said, “I don’t think you know how jealous I was when you started going out with Zoe. Now I really do wish that we had talked about all this before; who knows where it might have led us?”

Now smiling, she said, “I still think it was very wicked of you to seduce my daughter though; especially since it’s something I wanted to do. Not to mention the fact that I fancied you right from day one.”

“We both have a lot to think about now,” I said, smiling, “I’d better put my knickers back on and go home. I’m sorry I made you angry, Sandie, but I’m pleased we had this talk. I do hope we can remain friends. I would miss you both so much if we fell out over this.” With that, I picked up my knickers and slipped them on, with Sandie watching my every move.

“I don’t want our friendship to end either,” she said. “Will you do one thing for me though?”

I nodded and said, “Of course, just name it.”

“Stay the night?” she said, totally throwing me off balance. Twenty minutes ago she was all but telling me to go, and never to darken her door again. “Please, Naomi?”

It was then that Laura came in, all smiles, and said, “I’m glad you haven’t fallen out with Naomi, Mum, she’s my friend too.”

We looked at each other, burst out laughing, and Sandie said, “Have you been listening, young lady?”

“I heard you shouting at Naomi, and came down to find out what was wrong, Mum, and I heard it all… I’m sorry,” she said.

Then we had a group hug and told Laura that everything was fine again, then we told her that I was staying the night — and sleeping with her mum.

She just smiled and said, “That is soooo cool!” With kisses all round, she took herself off to bed saying, “See you in the morning, Mum and… uh, other Mum. I guess.” We just looked at one another and started laughing again.

And so it was that Sandra and I ended up in bed together. We finished our drinks, then having seen that Laura had settled down to sleep, we headed for Sandie’s bedroom, where we shared our first kiss as soon as we had pushed the door closed. I felt her tongue search for mine, and I responded in kind.

Giggling, Sandie said, “You needn’t have put your knickers on after all.”

Smiling at her and stroking her left breast, I said, “Well, you can always take them off for me.”

With that, we resumed kissing, our hands exploring each other’s bodies as we slowly undressed one another. Slipping my dress over my head, Sandie told me that I have lovely tits, and immediately took my right nipple into her mouth, sucking avidly.

I had unbuttoned her blouse, and now slipped it off her shoulders, dropping it to the floor and reaching for the clasp of her bra, freeing her own gorgeous tits. She is quite a bit bigger than me, I’m only a 34B, but Sandie is a 36C, and seeing her wonderful hard nipples with their large aureoles caused me to groan softly.

By this time, we were holding one another close and kissing again; Sandie’s hands were inside my knickers, stroking and squeezing my bum, and I unzipped her skirt and let it drop over her hips. She pushed me back onto the bed and lay down beside me, kissing my neck and shoulders, while stroking my tummy.

Oh, that delicious tingly feeling came over me again as I raked my fingers down her back and rolled her beneath me. She wrapped her legs round my waist, and I could feel her heat through her knickers as I grasped her bum cheeks, and her mouth went to my neck, causing me to hiss ‘Oh yes,’ as she started licking and kissing me there.

Pushing her legs down and lying between her thighs, I slowly kissed and licked my way to her lovely hard nipples, taking each in turn and sucking it between my lips, while my tongue teased them with little flicks. Working lower, I covered her tummy and belly in tiny kisses and licks until I reached the waistband of her knickers, then went on to kiss her vulva through them, all the while breathing in her heady, sexy aroma.

Sitting back on my heels, I drew her knickers down as she lifted her legs so that I could take them off, seeing for the first time her gorgeous cunt, with just a triangle of closely cropped hair pointing to the top of her slit.

My heart was beating hard, my tummy was trembling and my hands were shaking a bit, as I parted her legs and kissed the inside of her thighs, hearing her moan as my mouth got closer to her delicious cunt. Slowly licking and sucking her wet lips, I heard Sandie say, “Oh fuck Naomi, you have no idea how many dreams I’ve had about you doing this to me,” as she wrapped her fingers in my hair and lifted her hips.

My tongue soon found the entry to her vagina, and I rolled it around inside her, as my right thumb teased the top of her clit hood. Sandie locked my head between her thighs and tugged at my hair, as I moved my mouth hungrily to her clit and sucked that lovely hard nub into my mouth as I slipped two fingers into her very wet cunt and thrust in and out.

Sandie just kept saying, “Yes, yes, yes,” over and over, until I felt her legs quiver and saw her tummy tremble as she thrust her hips toward me and reached the peak of her orgasm. I covered her vagina with my mouth, tasting her nectar as it flowed from her.

I kissed and licked my way back to her neck, pausing only to suck her delicious hard nipples. With our mouths once more locked together and our tongues mingling, our legs entwined and our hands seeking every part of each other’s bodies, we eventually lay side by side, letting our breathing return to normal.

“Now it’s my turn; I have waited oh so long for this moment, Naomi,” she said, then grinned. “Do I taste as good as Laura?”

“More mature,” I said smiling, “but just as sweet as your daughter.”

With that, parted my thighs, immediately plunging her face between them and sucking my clit. Hungrily, she sucked and licked my cunt, and finger fucked me to an enormous orgasm; and still she didn’t stop, making me have multiple orgasms as she made my juices flow. I was tugging at her short blonde hair all the while, and I remember saying “Oh fuck Sandie, yes, don’t stop,” as she made me come time after time.

God, it’s a long while since anyone has made me come like that, and I kept thrusting my hips upward, pushing my wet cunt against her mouth as her tongue teased my clit and plunged into my vagina.

Having sated herself at my spring, she came and sat on my face, saying, “Just be my slut for a while and make me come again.”

Which I willingly did, watching Sandie tweak her hard nipples and rub her tits as she filled my mouth once again with her sweet nectar, before leaning forward into a ’69’ with me as we slowly brought one another to a further sweet climax together. God, I thought, we are so good together.

Having licked each other clean, we lay kissing and stroking each other, when Sandie suddenly leant on her elbows and said,

“Oh my God, Naomi, that was wonderful. Somehow I just knew you would taste as nice as that, and I hate the fact that we waited all this time, and that it took an argument to get us in bed together.”

“Me too,” I said, “but what about Zoe?”

“Oh, I think Zoe is very much in the past now; that is, if you want us to go on seeing each other, and I hope you do,” she said.

“It would make me deliriously happy if we could be a family together — you, me and Laura. What do you think?” I replied.

“Maybe we should talk to Laura about that in the morning; I know it’s what I want,” said Sandra, grinning at me.

With that, we curled in each other’s arms and drifted off to sleep as I told Sandie that I loved her and Laura. She cuddled me tighter and said that she felt the same way.

And that’s how we spent our first night together; drifting into sleep, only to awaken kissing and stroking each other. We made love twice more that first night, and were exhausted but very happy when Laura came into the bedroom the following morning and said, “Is there room for one more in this bed?” and grinned.

Laughing at her cheek, we both said “Yes,” and with that she climbed in between us, saying “I love you,” to both of us, before she pretended to be shocked and noticed that both her mum and me were still naked.

“Ah, well,” she said, “I don’t want to be the odd one out here,” and sat up to take off her nightie before lying down between us again.

I leant over and kissed her on the mouth, which I think at first surprised Sandra, who said, “And what about your mum?” and smiled at her.

Laura pulled Sandra to her and kissed her mother, very sensuously.

“Oh, my darling little girl,” Sandra said, “you kiss beautifully.”

“Make love to me, Mummy,” Laura said, “I heard you telling Naomi that you wanted to. Pretty please?”

With that, Sandra kissed her again and parted her thighs, going down to lick and kiss her daughter’s bare cunt for the first time, as I rolled over and started sucking Laura’s lovely, hard little nipples. The three of us gave out soft moans, until Laura’s mum brought her child to a shuddering orgasm and licked her juices into her mouth, and Laura groaned with the pleasure of her mummy making her come, while her grownup lover was sucking her nipples and kissing her.

In the aftermath of that first sexual encounter with her daughter, Sandie said to Laura, “How would you like it if we three became a family together, honey? Either Naomi moves in here, or we move in with Naomi, but we will all be together, and we can all make love. How would you like that, baby?”

“Yes!” was Laura’s reply — which said it all, really.

That’s how we came to be a family. Now, Sandie and I have a gorgeous, sexy daughter, and we’re all very happy together.

The End