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Island of Joys, Chapter 6

  • Posted on June 16, 2017 at 1:37 pm

By Cheryl Taggert

Two more weeks went by, and life settled down to a routine of sorts. They would work in the morning, rest through the heat of the middle of the day, then do final chores in the late afternoon as the sun was setting. They were nearly finished building a hut from palm trees and other brush that had fallen over in a storm prior to their arrival — possibly the one they survived — and soon they would move into it.

Sharon was especially pleased with the way the hut was coming. The reason was she had begun to worry about something else entirely. She had spent some time with a man in San Francisco before she’d noticed her ex-husband and left for Australia. She had let him get her in bed. That had been nearly two months ago, and now she was late. She’d skipped a few periods in her life — they’d always been fairly irregular — but she’d never missed two of them in a row, and now she was overdue for the second one. That meant she’d last had a period over two months ago.

Not only that, but she was also waking in the morning and feeling queasy. She wondered what they would do if she were, in fact, pregnant. Nobody there had ever received any medical training, especially as it related to childbirth. She knew many women and babies died during delivery, and this preyed on her mind, troubling her to the extent that it was interfering with her sleep.

Beverly noticed Sharon was more tired than usual and approached her to find out what the problem was. She came to her during what they thought of as their siesta time during mid-day and asked her to take a walk with her.

Once they were out of earshot of the girls, who had already started kissing as a prelude to another bout of sex, Beverly said to Sharon, “Is something wrong? I’ve noticed you aren’t yourself lately and was wondering if there was anything I could do.”

Sharon heaved a deep sigh. She had known that eventually she would either start her period or have to talk to Beverly about this. And since her period was still absent….

“I’m late,” she said.

“Late?” Beverly asked, not understanding at first.

“My mensus,” was all Sharon could say. She felt she would burst into frightened tears at any second.

It suddenly occurred to Beverly she had endured two periods since their arrival, yet she hadn’t really noticed whether or not Sharon had gone through one. She was ashamed she hadn’t noticed.

“Do you think you’re ill?” Beverly asked, not even entertaining the idea that Sharon could be with child. After all, Sharon had not seen her ex-husband in a long time.

“No, not ill — at least not in that way.”

“Sharon, there’s no way you could be with child. You haven’t seen your ex-husband in a long time, and you even told me you would masturbate to avoid having sexual thoughts about him to avoid it.”

Sharon became cross with Beverly, her anger more the manifestation of her situation and worry than it was actually from being upset with her lover. “He’s not the only man in the world, Beverly!”

Only then did it occur to Beverly that of course, Sharon could have had sex with another  man. She herself had not even considered it after her husband’s death, so she had naturally thought that Sharon had been completely celibate after she’d left the monster she’d been married to, using only her hands for pleasure.

“Oh, Sharon, of course. I’m sorry. It just never occurred to me…. I mean, I never considered you might, well, have sex with someone else, but of course you would. You’re a healthy woman with natural desires, and you hadn’t, well, been forced into having sex with another woman yet. Oh, my, I’m so sorry.”

Sharon looked at Beverly and pulled her into a hug. “First, I’m sorry I became angry. It’s just that I’ve worried so much about this. And never think I’m being ‘forced’ into sex with a woman. I’m now wondering what I ever saw in a man, sexually. Our life is wonderful together, and I wouldn’t have it any other way — well, except for not being stranded on this island. And in addition to being late, I’ve been very queasy the past week when I woke.” She paused to look around the underbrush of the island, which was as wild as the sea itself. “I’m not sure what I’m going to do if I’m expecting. The baby would be born here in all likelihood. And there are no doctors, no hospital. We’d be on our own with this.”

“We’ve survived this far, haven’t we?” Beverly asked, hoping to cheer Sharon up and pulling her into another hug.

“But this is more than just a tummy ache. This is giving birth. To a real, live baby.”

“What became of that woman who is such a survivalist?” Beverly asked.

“She never had to survive childbirth without the benefits of a doctor, or at least a trained mid-wife.”

“Women have been having babies for centuries without either of them. We’ll manage just fine.”

“What if it’s breached? We don’t know what to do about that!” Sharon said. “Susan was a breached baby. It was such a difficult delivery.”

“You’re getting all worked up over nothing. You’ll probably start your period tomorrow, and this will all be worrying for no reason.”

“No, I know I’m pregnant. I just know it. I’m never late the second month after skipping a period, and I had this same nausea when I was first expecting Susan.”

“If you are, we’ll get you through this, and a year from now we’ll wonder what all the fuss was about.”

They returned to what they now considered home and found Karen and Susan locked in a sixty-nine. The women were not in the mood, but they enjoyed watching their daughters engaging in sex in what had become a daily event. After the girls climaxed, they lay back and caught their breath and cooled down.

The following week Sharon had started throwing up in the mornings. She had still not started her period, and she had begun to accept that she would be giving birth in another seven months or so. She wasn’t sure if she wanted a boy or girl, and the gender wasn’t that important anyway. She just wanted him or her to be healthy. Still, she could see an advantage to either sex. First, if it were a girl, then the girl-girl sex would just naturally continue when the baby was old enough to take part in the fun. Then again, if it were a boy, he could get Karen pregnant one day to continue the lineage of the two families. And because either gender would have its advantages, she decided not to worry about it at all. Like the pregnancy itself, it would work itself out.

But she did worry. Not about the gender but about the delivery. Beverly had said it would be fine, but what if something bad happened? Something bad was always happening to women in childbirth. They were in a modern age. The Industrial Revolution had brought along so many advantages to their lives in the mid-1800’s, and they had enjoyed those advantages in the world of San Francisco. But here on this island, life was different. They had only themselves to depend upon.

She was making herself sicker from the constant worry. Dark circles were starting to show beneath her eyes. Beverly noticed this and resolved to do something about it. Sharon, in her fatigue caused by the pregnancy, slept more than the others. When Susan asked Beverly what was wrong with her mom during one of Sharon’s naps, the woman decided it was time to tell the girls and see if they could do something to alleviate Sharon’s sense of doom, if not eradicate it entirely.

Beverly looked into the worried face of Susan and said, “Well, I suppose it’s time you both knew.”

“Knew what?” Susan asked, starting to cry as every possible thing that she’d worried might be wrong with her mother burst into reality in her mind.

“Come over here so we don’t wake her,” Beverly said, herding the girls into the underbrush a short distance from the unfinished hut.

“What is it, Mommy?” Karen asked, tears sprouting from her own beautiful eyes. “Is Sharon dying?”

“No, of course not!” Beverly answered, hoping she was right. Despite her assurances to Sharon, she was aware of what could happen during childbirth. Her own aunt had died giving birth to her second child. “She’s, well, she’s with child.”

Karen was instantly excited. “She’s going to have a baby!?” Her wet eyes now shown with glee in the glare of the sun.

Susan was much less enthused. Being older, she understood her mother’s predicament better than Karen did. “But… she could… die, couldn’t she?” she asked, a permanent sort of panic starting to set in.

“She’s not going to die,” Beverly said, doing her best to soothe the girl’s fears. “Women have babies all the time. After all, every person you’ve ever seen went through childbirth, and some mothers have a dozen babies or more during their lives.”

“But that’s with doctors. We don’t have doctors,” Susan said.

“No, we don’t, but I’ve helped with a birth before,” Beverly lied. She had no idea how to go about helping a woman give birth, but since she’d done it herself and had been conscious throughout, she felt she at least knew something about it. All the woman knew was that if she was going to cheer Sharon up, she had to have the girls’ confidence that all would turn out splendidly for them all, especially Sharon. A small lie was necessary as far as Beverly could tell.

“You have?” Susan asked, obviously cheered somewhat by this news.

“Yes, I have,” Beverly answered. Then to at least add a small part of truth to her lie, she said, “And after all, I’ve been through one birth myself, bringing this one into the world.” She gestured to Karen and smiled a smile she wasn’t feeling but hoped looked as though she were. Karen smiled in return, her excitement returning.

“You’re sure she’ll be okay?” Susan asked.

“Positive! And after all, she brought you into this world too, so she’s no novice either.”

“What’s a novice?” Karen asked.

“Someone who’s never done something before.”

“Oh,” she said. Then looking at Susan, she giggled and said, “You came out of her pussy!”

“Well, you came out of your mom’s pussy, too, you know!” Susan said, smiling.

Beverly relaxed a bit, feeling that hurdle was over now.

“Yes, you both came out of pussies, and so did Sharon and I. So, because it happens so frequently, we shouldn’t worry about it unless something happens that makes us worry. Until then, we’re going to be happy about this new baby brother or sister.”

Susan was suddenly shocked at this idea. “Brother? But I don’t want a brother! He’ll be walking around all day with his thingy hanging out!”

Karen’s eyes widened at this as well. “Yes, Mommy. We don’t want a brother! I don’t wanna have to look at his thingy every day!”

Beverly decided she would have to be truthful about this. She would have to get the girls to at least accept the idea of a brother should the baby be a boy. Otherwise, they would never accept him once he was born.

“Well, we have no control over that. And I will tell you right now that, boy or girl, we will love this baby completely. That’s nature’s way. You’ll be very surprised how much you will love the baby, no matter which sex it is.”

“Well, I want her to decide to be a girl!” Karen said.

“It’s not the baby’s decision or ours,” said Beverly. “It’s nature’s decision, and nature always knows what’s best. So whatever sex the baby is, we will know it was the best choice for that baby — and for us.”

“Okay,” said Karen, though her voice was dripping with reluctance.

Beverly looked at the girls, making sure she had their attention. “Now, girls, we have a job to do.”

“What job?” Karen asked.

“We need to make sure Sharon’s life is simpler from now on until she has the baby. We can’t worry her, because all mother’s worry about their babies. It’s another thing that is part of nature. We never stop worrying about them, in fact.”

“You mean you still worry about me?” Karen asked.

“Yes, my love, I do. And Sharon worries about Susan, and she especially worries about the new baby. As I said, it’s nature’s way.”

“So how do we help?” asked Susan, getting more involved with the imminent birth.

“We must work to cheer your mother up,” Beverly said.

“Well,” she said, pausing to build some suspense. “I was thinking about a… wedding!

“A wedding?” Karen asked. “But there’s no daddy for a wedding!”

“That’s what’s special about this one. This wedding will be uniting two women instead,” Beverly said.

“Can two women get married?” Susan asked.

“They can here,” Beverly said. “This is our island, and we can make whatever rules we want, right? I mean, we already allow everyone to go naked and have sex whenever they want as long as the chores are done, don’t we?” The girls nodded, enthusiasm growing in their faces. “That never happened in San Francisco, did it?” Beverly continued.

“No,” the girls said in unison.

“So since this is our own private island nation, we can make the laws. And our law says two women can get married.”

“Will it be you and my mom getting married?” Susan asked.

“Yes, it will.”

“Does she know?” said Karen.

“Not yet, but I think she’ll like the idea,” Beverly said, hoping she was right.

Susan smiled, a twinkle in her eyes. “Will you have a wedding night?” she asked, her meaning obvious.

“Certainly!” Beverly said, her own enthusiasm growing.

“And we can watch?” Karen asked, excited.

“You can do even more than that! You can join in!” Beverly said, and the girls were jumping up and down in complete joy.

Susan looked into Beverly eyes. “Is it okay if we practice for it now?”

“Sure,” Beverly said. “As long as you don’t wake your mom from her nap. Women in her condition need more sleep than the rest of us.”

At that, Susan jumped at Beverly and wrapped her arms around the woman’s waist. She kissed the soft flesh of Beverly’s tummy above her mound.

“So lie down!” the girl said, pushing on the woman to get her to lie on the small spot of sand so she could begin doing whatever she wanted to her.

When Beverly had lain on the soft bed of sand, Susan moved between her thighs, crawling up to where she could make love to the woman’s pussy.

Karen, meanwhile, had straddled her mother’s head and knelt there, wanting her mother to lick her bald pussy. The child was facing her mother’s pussy so she could watch Susan as the girl began touching and licking her mom’s pussy.

Beverly felt Susan’s mouth approaching her sensitive flesh. Her clit seemed to be straining for the contact as the child’s mouth came nearer. Susan’s breath was teasing the woman’s genitals, causing Beverly’s mound to anticipate the luscious bath Susan’s tongue would give it.

Meanwhile, Karen lowered her own bald mound to her mother’s mouth. As Beverly’s lips and tongue met the child’s clit, the girl hissed a moan of pleasure.

Beverly could see her daughter’s rosebud was clean as well and made sure her tongue traveled up to the tiny opening to bathe the tender spot. Karen made an ‘uhh’ sound as her mother moved her mouth to the girl’s butthole.

Through her own explorations, as well as Susan’s help, Karen had discovered how sensitive that spot could be. She recalled the first time Susan had touched her there with a wet finger to caress her friend’s private spot. She had been quite surprised at how nice the feeling was. Now, she especially enjoyed when her mom, Susan, or Sharon used their tongue there. It made her orgasms that much more intense.

Meanwhile, Susan used her fingers to spread Beverly’s mature outer cunt lips. Looking into the woman’s pussy, she could see the juices that thickly coated the delicate interior wings. A pool of Beverly’s honey sat at the entrance to her vagina, ready to be smeared throughout the woman’s mound or drip down to her butthole to coat it with nectar.

Susan decided there was a third choice. Leaning closer, she dipped her tongue into the tiny pool of milky wetness and scooped it into her mouth, which was watering for a taste of Beverly’s fluids. She allowed the creamy juices to coat the inside of her mouth then used her tongue like a fleshy spoon again to bring more of nature’s lubricant into her mouth. She swallowed the cream as though she were a starving kitten.

Then placing her mouth on Beverly’s slit, she began massaging the woman’s labia and clit with her tongue, doing her best to give her friend’s mother a magnificent orgasm.

Susan’s attentions made Beverly all the more determined to bring her daughter to climax. She redoubled her efforts, moving her tongue like a tiny switch, batting at her daughter’s clit and making the child whimper with the need to come. Karen’s mother moved her tongue back and forth on the small nubbin of hypersensitive flesh before bathing the child’s rosebud for a few seconds, whereupon she would return to little girl’s clit to start her manipulations once again.

Suddenly, a voice sounded from nearby.

“Well, what have we here?” Sharon had awakened to find no sign of Beverly and the girls, so she had come in search of them. She hadn’t needed to walk far to find the three in the middle of making love.

Beverly turned her gaze in the direction of the voice, but all she could see was her daughter’s cute little butt wiggling on her face. “Hi, Sharon,” she heard her daughter say, nearly breathless with the intensity of the approaching orgasm. “Mom’s licking… my pussy and… and my butt.” The girl hissed once again as the intense pleasure sliced through her once more.

“Is there a place I can join in?” Sharon asked, feeling more sexually aroused than she’s felt in weeks.

Susan stopped drinking from Beverly’s pussy long enough to say, “Lie down where Karen can lick you and I’ll move to where you can lick me while I lick Beverly.”

Looking over the sexy pile, Sharon decided the best thing would be to lie alongside Beverly’s legs where she could get to her daughter’s pussy, allowing Karen to lean over and lick her. Soon, each of them was licking someone while being licked as they formed a rather oddly shaped chain of sexual enjoyment.

Karen began to come first. The others heard  the child’s staccato moans rising in volume and intensity. She began to grunt out the orgasm that now had taken over her entire body. Beverly came next, her own moans joining the symphony of pleasure begun by her daughter. Soon after Beverly’s climax had crested, Susan started her own orgasm.

The only one who had not enjoyed a come yet was Sharon. The two girls and Beverly moved her so that she was lying on her back. The girls started with sucking and kissing Sharon’s breasts, and Beverly began licking the pregnant woman’s pussy. Then Susan was tapping Beverly on the shoulder, indicating it was her turn to lick her mom. Beverly moved to the tit that Susan had been suckling and continued giving her lover pleasure there.

Soon, Karen moved to Sharon’s pussy and tapped Susan, indicating it was now the youngest girl’s turn to lick Sharon’s soaked pussy. They continued this round-robin method of making love to Sharon until she climaxed intensely. Beverly was the one engaged at Sharon’s pussy when she came. The orgasm rippled throughout Sharon’s body.

Afterwards, they lay beside each other, each mother cuddling her daughter as they all basked in the afterglow of their peaks.

“We know, Mommy,” Susan said.

Sharon looked into her daughter’s eyes. “You’re okay with that?” she asked. “You don’t mind a younger brother or sister?”

“Well, I prefer a younger sister, but I guess if it has to be a brother, that’s okay too,” Susan said.

“There’s not much we can do about the gender of the baby,” Sharon said.

“Not much?” Beverly asked. “How about not anything?”

They all laughed at that.

“If it’s a girl, can we teach her about her pussy?” Karen asked.

“Of course,” Sharon said, “but we should wait until the baby has a chance to understand what we do is up to him or her first. The baby should be at least four before that can happen.”

“Oh, okay,” Karen said, obviously disappointed they would have to wait that long. “But I hope it’s a girl so we have another pussy to lick.”

“Me, too!” Susan said.

The women began kissing their daughters, passion building once again.

Soon they were making love again. This time they paired in a mother-daughter orgy. It wasn’t until hunger took them that they stopped, but by then they were all satisfied. And everyone, including Sharon, slept well that night. In fact, it was the first time Sharon didn’t worry about being pregnant. In fact, she found she was starting to like the idea of another child in their little family.

Continue on to Chapter 7

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Tabitha’s Initiation, Part Two

  • Posted on June 15, 2017 at 12:15 pm

In the House

By Amy K.

My aunt and uncle went to bed at about 12:30 am, and sent the rest of us off to our rooms. I, as always, was fortunate enough to be sharing Samantha’s bed. Tabitha, however, was in the room just across the hall from us. We knew that it would take about half an hour for their parents to fall asleep, and in the interest of plausible deniability we had Tabitha wait in her room until then.

Samantha and I passed the time lying in each other’s arms and talking. We quietly discussed our plans for what was to come, and tried to comfort each other’s nervousness with gentle caresses and soft kisses.

At about 1:00 am we could hear my uncle snoring, even from down the hall. As always we giggled at the thought of Samantha’s mom wearing earplugs against the ruckus.

We waited a few moments longer to prepare ourselves for the undertaking, and tried to contain our sudden mutual need to giggle with nervous anticipation. But finally, as Samantha took my hand, and led me to the door, I knew that there was no turning back.

“Ready?” she whispered.

I nodded, and gave my cousin a quick kiss, squeezing her hand reassuringly as I did so. “As ready as I’ll ever be,” I responded, and gulped loudly as Samantha pulled open her bedroom door.

Outside in the hall it was mostly dark, except for the silvery light from the moon outside, shining dimly through the ancient tree that mostly obscured the hall window. Above my uncle’s snoring we could hear the rhythmic sound of crickets, and used the noise to cover our quiet footsteps across the hardwood floor to Tabitha’s bedroom.

Samantha paused just outside her sister’s door, and took a deep breath as she grasped the doorknob. She glanced over at me with a nervous smile, and mouthed the words, “Here we go,” before turning it and pushing open the door.

Inside Tabitha’s bedroom the air was slightly cooler. Glancing around I noticed that both her windows were wide open, and a gentle breeze was blowing at the curtains before moving on to play across the flimsy fabric of Samantha’s nightgown. I smiled as I noticed her nipples stand out against the material, and would have said something if not for the intense look upon my cousin’s face.

I followed my cousin’s gaze, and saw sweet little Tabitha asleep in her bed. The girl seemed so innocent lying there just under a single sheet, the sound of her soft breathing almost as alluring and inviting as the way her almost shoulder length dark red hair framed her young pretty face.

“She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” I inquired into Samantha’s ear with a soft whisper as I held her from behind.

“Almost breathtaking,” she agreed wistfully and reached back to caress the side of my face affectionately, “She reminds me a little of you when we’re younger. I almost miss you being so innocent.”

“Yeah,” I agreed thoughtfully, “But I never much liked being naïve. I’m glad you there to teach me. I very much doubt I’d be the same person today without your guidance, Sam.”

My cousin sighed happily and leaned back a little to increase our physical contact. “I love you,” she whispered almost to herself as I slowly ran my hands closer and closer to her breasts.

“I’d be lost without that knowledge as well,” I added, giving Samantha a gentle kiss on the neck, “And yes, I very much love you too, Sam, I really do…”

We both stood there quietly for several minutes holding each other, watching Tabitha as she slept, peacefully oblivious to our voyeurism or the fact that my fingers were slowly and carefully running across her older sister’s breasts until her nipples ached for my touch.

I smiled contentedly as Samantha slouched a little and held her breath. She tilted her head back and towards me, letting me hear her softly breathed exclamations in my ear. Her sweet voice increased slightly in pitch as I finally took both of her hard erect nipples between my fingers and gently rubbed them.

In response my cousin reached back with both hands, lifting up my nightgown to take hold of my ass cheeks and squeezed firmly as I fondled her teasingly. “Harder…” she breathed, but I knew what I was doing.

Samantha’s nipples were notoriously resistant to pressure, and the harder I squeezed them, the more she seemed to enjoy it. But for the moment, I was content to simply rub them gently between my fingers, occasionally applying just enough pressure to twist them and cause her to shiver with excitement. I kept her there for several moments, enjoying the way she kneaded my small firm bottom with her strong fingers. I knew that my cousin was probably getting moist between her legs by now, as I seen her on several occasions come merely by having me fondle her breasts and tweak her sensitive nipples in just the right way. In fact, I was curious to see just how quietly she could come, seeing as I’d neglected to close the door behind us.

I couldn’t help giggle at my own sense of naughtiness, and wondered if perhaps my cousin would take me over her knee on the next occasion that we found ourselves alone together. The thought sent chills through me, and I inadvertently pinched Samantha’s nipples as hard as I could all at once, causing her to gasp loudly and bite down a little painfully on my earlobe.

Her whole body shook visibly for a few seconds as she turned and pushed me up against the wall. In our somewhat awkward position Samantha pinned me in place with her body as she tried not to cry out. I could feel her tongue playing across my ear as she panted softly, as she squeezed my ass harder, and rubbed her own against me in time with her breathing.

I could only push back against her, spreading my legs as best I could, trying to allow her motions to rub against my clit as I twisted and pinched her nipples in random patterns.

“Oh, oh yesss..!” Samantha hissed, suddenly biting her tongue and letting out a short, cute little whine, as the sensations I was invoking became completely undeniable.

“Do — ohh! Do you like it?” I inquired, my breathing becoming almost as irregular as Samantha’s in response to her rubbing her body against mine, while I watched the sleeping form of her sweet little sister.

“Oh! Mmmm, are you ever going to get it, li-! Oooh, little girl!” she managed and brought her hands back up to guide my fingers.

I knew that I’d been neglecting the better part of her nicely shaped C-cup breasts, but my cousin made certain that I made up for my indiscretion by pressing against my fingers, urging me to fondle and knead the entirety of her tits. I teasingly resisted the pressure that she applied to my fingers, pushing back and not allowing Samantha the sensations she truly desired.

My cousin made a low sound of mock disapproval, forcing my fingers down hard against her skin. I giggled quietly in her ear, and gave it a teasing nibble as I let her close to of my fingers on either side of her nipples.

Samantha gasped loudly, biting her lower lip to keep from crying out as I squeezed her nipples as tightly as I could, then twisted them between my fingers. I felt her stagger a little, so I began pressing up and down upon the entirety of her firm breasts in a random pattern so that my cousin would have just a bit more to focus on.

“Mmm. So good…” sighed Samantha, her breathing becoming a steady panting as I continued to coax her closer and closer to orgasm.

“Do you suppose she’s really asleep?” I inquired into Samantha’s ear, causing my cousin immediately reach down with both hands and take a firm grip of my hips as her body writhed in ecstasy.

“Oh, don’t…” she pleaded in a whisper, and I could feel the sweat that was forming on her brow as my cousin tried to kiss me on the lips but only managed to hit my cheek, “You know I can’t handle… ohhh, Amy!”

“I know, my love,” I teased, twisting both her breasts in opposite directions with my firm but gentle grip, “but just think… Little Tabby may have her hands under her nightie and we’d never know! She might be silently playing with her sweet little pussy as she watches her big sister coming… Do you suppose that anything so naughty is possible from someone as sweet and innocent as Tabitha, Sam?”

My cousin’s whole body shook almost violently as she stood like a statue for several moments. I couldn’t even hear her breath as my cousin closed her eyes tightly and gritted her teeth.

“You okay?” I giggled mischievously, hoping to make her slip up just a little.

Instead, though, Samantha pulled herself away from me suddenly. But, before I could react, she had spun around and had grabbed me by the upper arms, forcing me back and pinning me to the wall that separated her sister’s and parent’s rooms.

I resisted the urge to giggle as Samantha almost roughly brushed my hair out of eyes with both hands as she pressed herself against me. For a moment, I caught a glimpse of her lovely green eyes full of lusty desire before she pressed her lips firmly against mine.

I sighed contentedly into her mouth as my cousin ran her fingers around the back of my head and held me in place as she began pressing her hips against mine. In response, I spread my legs a bit and met her awkward thrust halfway.

“Mmm, I like this!” I panted, our kiss momentarily broken due to our height difference.

Samantha managed to return my sly grin as we simply watched each other for several moments while she moved up and down against my pussy, causing my shirt to ride up. I gasped as I felt my suddenly exposed slit rub up against my cousin’s dark red curls.

“You’re not wearing panties,” she commented, tilting her head to one side questioningly as she continued to move against me.

“I — Ah! I didn’t think I’d need them,” I managed to whisper, grabbing hold of her upper arms for support.

“Good!” my cousin chuckled, “‘Cause neither did I!”

I could feel myself blush at her comment, and suddenly felt a little self-conscious. Samantha, though, had been expecting my usual reaction, and took the opportunity to reach down and grab my thighs. She then bent at the knees, and hefted me up.

I gave her a wide-eyed expression of amazement as she held me up against the wall. My cousin smiled back, pleased to see that I’d underestimated her strength, and resumed rubbing herself against me.

This time, though, our height difference was made up for by my precarious position, so I felt Samantha’s lips press against mine with renewed passion. Her tongue quickly found mine, as I lifted my shirt to just above my stomach to allow for greater skin contact before taking hold of my cousin’s shoulders to assist in her endeavor.

“Oh, man!” I giggled, pulling away for a brief moment, “It’s almost as though you’re fucking me!”

“Yeah, I — I know,” she panted in return, shaking a little as she began pressing harder against me, and picking up speed, “Isn’t it great? Oooh… I should have thought of this sooner!”

I had to grit my teeth to keep from screaming as my cousin’s clit rubbed against mine, but managed to reply after a time. “Maybe, Oh! Mmm, maybe we can find your mom’s dildo again sometime,” I offered.

Samantha chuckled a little and kissed me just before lifting her head. “Oh, yeah! Maybe…” she gasped, shaking and shuddering as she held her breath against the sensation that was filling her very being.

“Shh! Not so loud, sil- Oh! I-!” A similar sensation gripped me at that same moment, and I lost my train of thought, as the only thing in the world to me was my beloved. Her firm body moving against mine, bringing us both to orgasm at about the same time.

For what seemed like an eternity, we both held each other tightly, motionless except for the quivering of our bodies. I pressed my lips firmly against Samantha’s, finding her tongue as I whimpered a little, trying desperately not to cry out as she moved ever so slowly against me once again. I found myself digging my nails into her back as my cousin’s breasts rubbed their way across mine, and tweaked my nipples ever so slightly as her coarse pubic hair ran across my clit.

“Mm! Ah-! Stop!” I gasped, turning my head to the side, and nuzzling Samantha’s neck. “I can’t take it!”

My cousin giggled quietly, and slowly let me down. “Mmm… that’s okay,” she whispered lovingly in my ear, and gave it a gentle nibble, “My arms were getting sore.”

“Then I’ll just have to kiss them better,” I giggled, hugging her a few moments longer.

“Well, then I think it hurts in a couple of other places too,” Samantha replied slyly.

I sighed contentedly, and looked up into her eyes. “So tempting…” I whispered, and glanced over at the sleeping form of her sister, “But shouldn’t we keep our little promise?”

“Oh, I suppose so,” Samantha said in mock despair, “A woman’s work is never done!”

“If this is my job, I never want it to end!” I giggled, giving her a quick kiss before slipping out of her arms and creeping over to Tabitha’s bed as I lifted my nightgown up over my head. I then tossed it on the floor, and glanced over my shoulder at Samantha. “Coming?” I inquired teasingly.

My cousin took a deep breath, and nodded as she watched me standing naked in the moonlight next to her sister. I smiled, and glanced down at the little girl’s pretty face. “So sweet…” I murmured quietly, and knelt beside her, “Almost like a little you, Sam.”

Samantha smiled, and nodded. “Kinda,” she replied quietly, and walked over to the end of the bed, where she carefully knelt down, and took the blanket in her hand, “Only much more innocent.”

“Not for long,” I commented, and gave Sam a reassuring smile, “But don’t worry, it’ll be fun.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of,” my cousin whispered, looking a little worried.

“That’s okay,” I assured her, “Enjoy Tabby all you want. I know who your heart belongs to, I know who you really love.”

She smiled and reached over to take my hand. “Thanks,” my cousin said quietly, “Now what do you say we wake Tabitha up the fun way?”

I squeezed her hand and nodded. “You bet!” I giggled, and turned my attention once more to Tabitha.

The girl was asleep on her back, her shoulder length reddish hair still in pigtails. Her breathing was slow and steady, as she slept her dreamless sleep. Glancing over at Samantha, I saw her lift the blanket off the bed before pulling it over her head. Her sister murmured softly in her sleep as Samantha’s soft lips pressed against her slim calf muscle. I knew that she was kissing her way up Tabitha’s legs in the same zigzag pattern that I’d taught her, and that it was only a matter of time before her little sister was awakened due to the sensations.

I quickly decided what I was going to do, and carefully placed my hand upon Tabitha’s left breast. I was barely able to breath as I felt the small firmness just beneath the blanket and nightie. I shook my head, and tried to banish the queasiness that I felt as my heart raced.

I can’t believe I’m actually doing this! I thought, leaning down towards the girl’s slightly parted lips.

As I touched my little cousin’s sweet lips for the first time, I felt my entire body ignite with a tingling sensation. I could feel my pussy dampen, my nipples standing at attention as I slowly and carefully extended my tongue. As I tasted Tabitha’s lips for the first time, I had to reach down with my free hand and literally shove two fingers inside myself. The sensation of doing something so wild drove me absolutely crazy.

I pressed my lips a little closer, reaching underneath the blanket to take careful hold of the girl’s small breast. I sighed as I realized just how soft and perky Tabitha’s breasts were, and played my tongue across her teeth before entering her mouth entirely.

It was at that point that Tabitha woke up. Her eyes went wide as she grabbed my wrist and gave me a panicked look.

“Shhh…” I soothed, pulling reluctantly away from her soft lips, “It’s okay, it’s just us.”

Tabitha nodded, and met my gaze a little nervously. “Wha-What’s Sam doing to me, Amy?” she asked innocently as I carefully rubbed her nipple between my fingers as I lightly fondled her breast.

“I’m fairly certain that she’s licking you,” I told the little teenager, giving her a soft kiss on the forehead, “Does it feel good?”

Tabitha glanced down at the large bulge in the blankets that marked her sister’s position. I was fairly certain that Samantha had pushed her sister’s nightie up over her waist and had pulled down her panties before assaulting little Tabby’s pussy with her tongue.

The girl glanced down at where her sister was and nodded. “Yeah, it feels kinda neat,” she replied, and looked back up at me, “Is this what you and Sam were doing earlier today?”

“That among other things,” I giggled, and leaned down to give her a soft kiss upon the lips.

Tabitha looked up at me afterwards, her eyes fluttering a little as her sister worked on her pussy with the utmost care. I gave her a loving smile, and took hold of the blanket. “I think you should see this, though,” I told her, and tossed the blanket off the bed.

My little cousin’s eyes went wide with astonishment as she stared down at her elder sister. Samantha’s hands were holding open Tabitha’s thighs while she carefully and lovingly ran the tip of her tongue across the girl’s labia, seemingly avoiding her clit. The whole time, Samantha made soft contented cooing sounds as she tasted the sweetness of her little sister’s pussy.

“I think Sam likes doing this for you,” I whispered into Tabitha’s ear as her gaze was fixed on her sibling’s performance, “But I’m sure that she’d appreciate it even more if you were to return the favor.”

Tabitha opened her mouth to speak, but her words were swept away as her sister tongued her clit for the first time. I sighed happily as I saw the look that crossed the little teenager’s face, and put my free hand behind her head before kissing her.

She moaned softly into my mouth as her sister coaxed her closer and closer to orgasm. None of us really knew what would happen when little Tabby came, so I wasn’t about to take any chances. I pressed my lips firmly against hers and reveled in the chills it sent through me to kiss someone this young so passionately.

I was pleased to find, though, that she was perfectly accepting of my kiss, and only squirmed for a second as she felt my tongue push its way between her lips, then practically melted in my arms. All the while, I continued my playful exploration of her small yet firm breast as Samantha finally slid her tongue inside of her sister.

The girl exclaimed loudly once again as the new sensation filled her, but the sound was still muffled enough not to wake anyone, and I soon found that Tabitha was timidly touching my breasts in a similar way that I was touching hers.

“Mmm, that’s it, sweetie,” I encouraged her, breaking our kiss for a moment, as she caught her breath, “just run your fingers over it. Don’t be afraid to experiment, and don’t be afraid to tell Sam where you want her to go.”

“Uh, um, right there…” she whispered nervously, and pointed with one shaking finger at her clit, “It felt really good there. And when, when Sam put her tongue inside… I like that too!”

Samantha chuckled as she listened to her sister’s quavering tone, enjoying hearing such a sweet, innocent voice confessing such things. “Inside where, Tabby?” she teased, running the length of her tongue over the girl’s pussy lips, and gladly lapping up the moisture that was flowing from inside.

“Mmm, there,” replied Tabitha shyly, putting her index finger dangerously close to her warm opening.

Samantha smiled, and took hold of her sister’s hand. “Oh? You mean here?” she inquired teasingly, and slid the girl’s finger inside of herself.

“Oh, my!” gasped Tabitha, her face turning red with embarrassment.

“What’s wrong?” I asked with a smile, coaxing her to sit up as I tossed her pillows to one side, and crawled in behind her.

“Sam—” stammered Tabitha, “You, you’ve put my finger—!”

Samantha made a soft almost purring sound and cut off her sister’s words by circling her clit with her tongue, while she pushed the girl’s finger in farther.

“How’s it feel?” I asked, embracing my little cousin from behind.

“It’s… it feels so naughty!” she replied causing Samantha to giggle out loud.

“Mmm, but does it feel good?” I continued as I took advantage of my position to fondle both of Tabitha’s breasts at the same time, causing her to sigh, and lean back against me.

“Y-yes…” she hissed, her body started to succumb to the feeling.

“Then why not try this?” encouraged Samantha, taking out her sister’s finger, and placing it against her little clit.

The girl gasped as the moisture touched her clit, and I could almost feel the excitement race through Tabitha as she touched herself. “Now rub it like this,” coaxed her sister, rubbing her finger in slow circles over the little nub, “That’s just how Amy likes it!”

I smiled and tried to hide my face with my hair as I blushed. “Really?” inquired Tabitha as her sister let go of her hand and went back to lapping at her pussy, “Me too… OH!”

I had to quickly turn my head a little awkwardly to clamp my lips down up Tabitha’s before she could make too much noise. The girl’s body was shaking and quivering with excitement as I pinched both her nipples through her nightie. I slid my tongue into her mouth and found hers eagerly waiting for me.

All the while Samantha slid her tongue in as far as it would go into the tight virgin confines of her little sister’s pussy, covering it with her mouth. She then began sucking rhythmically as she probed around with her tongue, driving the young girl past the point of reason.

As Tabitha’s body quivered with joy, I brought my legs up, bending at the knees so that I could slide them under hers before re-extending them. In that way, I was able to coax my cousin’s legs farther apart. Samantha took full advantage of this, and brought her face even closer, sending her tongue just a little farther inside her sister. She then opened her eyes to make sure that the girl was still rubbing herself, and indeed she was.

Tabitha was vigorously rubbing her clit, going faster and faster as we pleasured her. I managed to move my lips away from hers so I could watch, and found myself squeezing her breasts a bit more firmly than I had intended. The sight sent chills through me, threatening to bring me off just by watching such a thing.

The girl let out a little gasp, and grabbed one of my hands. She somehow managed to push my fingers together, effectively pinching her hard little nipple with greater force.

“Just like your sister,” I whispered into her ear, but Tabitha barely noticed as she opened her mouth as if to cry out. All that came forth, though, was a little whine, as her body stopped moving for a moment. The girl then gave one hard shudder, and collapsed into my arms panting.

“Mmm, wow…” commented Samantha, propping herself up on her elbows and smiling up at me, her face smeared with her sister’s pussy juices, “That was fun, and it’s good to see that little Tabby has some self control.”

“I think she passed out,” I giggled, trying to keep my voice down.

“Mmm… No…” murmured Tabitha, a happy little smile crossing her cute face, “It just felt… sooo good…”

Samantha grinned broadly and stifled a laugh. “I’m glad,” she replied, sitting up and putting her legs over ours so that she could get closer, effectively sandwiching her sibling between us, “But I think someone needs to clean me up a little!”

“Mmm, definitely!” I giggled, putting my arms around both of them and leaning my face over Tabitha’s shoulder.

“Wh-what are you doing?” inquired Tabitha warily.

“Mmm, just cleaning up your mess, my dear,” I replied, and gave Samantha’s face a long careful lick, thus tasting my younger cousin’s juices for the first time, “Wow, you’re delicious, little girl.”

Tabitha blushed and did her best to look away. “Really?” she inquired shyly.

“Why not see for yourself?” offered her sister, leaning back a little as I habitually ran my fingers through her long deep red hair.

Her sister turned her head a little, and we could both feel her shaking a little in her nervousness. “It’s okay,” I encouraged, “We taste ourselves all the time. Not just each other.”

Tabitha nodded slowly and closed her eyes. She then timidly extended her tongue just past her lips before touching it to her sister’s glistening lips. The girl gave a slow, careful lick, as Samantha shivered at the sensation.

“Ohh…” replied Tabitha as she drew back, opening her eyes in time to see the look of quiet contemplation on her sister’s face.

“So soft…” whispered Sam, and leaned down to kiss Tabitha’s shoulder, “I think there’s more we have to show you…”

“I agree,” I sighed, and gave them both a hug, “But I think Tabby needs a little break. And I kinda wouldn’t mind a short one either.”

Samantha bowed her head smiling. “Sorry…” she chuckled, “I guess I got carried away earlier.”

“Huh?” inquired her sister, “What’d I miss?”

“Oh, just us playing a little before we woke you up,” I explained, “This is to please you, after all.”

She nodded and leaned her head on Samantha’s shoulder. “Thanks, guys,” she muttered. “It was great.”

“It doesn’t have to end so soon,” said her sister, “I’m actually dressed for the occasion, so I’ll head downstairs and fetch us a snack. Then we’ll continue, okay?”

“Okay,” answered Tabitha with a bit of a smile. She then leaned back as Samantha extricated herself and crawled off the bed, “But I can’t believe there’s more!”

Both Sam and I had to quickly stifle our laughter. I buried my face in Tabitha’s shoulder, as her sister covered her face and shuddered a little as she chuckled quietly, but heartily.

“Ah, innocence!” she replied happily and slipped out of the room, “Oh, and don’t do anything naughty while I’m gone. Or else I’ll have to punish you!”

“Promises, promises…” I muttered happily, smiling as my cousin gave me a quick wink before closing the door behind her.

“She, she was only kidding, right?” asked Tabitha as she snuggled against me, moving down just enough so that my head was above hers.

“When you get older, some punishments lose their fear value,” I explained, idly playing with one of her pigtails, “And some even become fun. Like spanking.”

“Mommy or Daddy never spanked me,” she replied casually, “But I’m not so sure I’d want to ever have it happen, though.”

I shrugged. “Perhaps it’s an acquired taste,” I pondered, “I know I enjoy it. Given the proper circumstances, that is.”

“Oh? Such as?” continued Tabitha with genuine curiosity.

“Well, if someone I like does it, when I feel like I’m in the right mood, I guess,” I said thoughtfully, “I’ve never really thought about it too much, but Sam always seems to know when and how I want it. I guess it’s just the bond between us. Although sometimes she teases me with it, and I occasionally have to beg…”

Tabitha giggled loudly, covering her mouth with both hands. “Really?!” she whispered loudly as she turned to face me as best she could.

“Well, not in a serious way,” I told her, trying to hide my blushing with my bangs, “We just tease each other from time to time. It tends to heighten our excitement. But we always seem to know just how far is too far. She’s never actually hurt me in any serious way. Sam’s actually a very kind, loving girl under her pretence of brashness.”

“Big words…” muttered Tabitha, shaking her head as she settled back in, “But I guess it’s part of your ‘bond’.”

“Yeah, I suppose so,” I commented, feeling a little strange talking to her about it.

“Amy…” Tabitha asked after a short pause, “You care about Sam, right?”

“Absolutely,” I responded without hesitation.

“But… do you love her?” she inquired with an odd tone.

I gulped down my sudden nervousness, and took a deep breath. “In… in a way,” I replied, “I’ve always cared about her. Samantha’s been my best friend for as long as I can remember. We’re really quite inseparable, actually. Why do you ask?”

Tabitha nodded. “I was just curious,” she said thoughtfully, “I guess it’s just the way you both seem so happy when you’re together. It’s like my sister’s almost another person when you’re apart, and when you show up, she becomes less… serious, I guess.”

“I guess we’re just made for each other,” I sighed, and gave Tabitha a hug, “We were probably sisters in another life or something,”

Tabitha smiled, and glanced up as the door opened slightly. A moment later, Samantha pushed open the door with her hip and entered carrying a tray laden with milk and cookies. She smiled as she carefully shut the door with her foot, and placed the tray at the foot of the bed.

“Did I miss anything interesting?” she inquired, giving me a sly grin.

“No, we were just talking,” I assured her, accepting a glass of milk from her.

“Oh, sure you were!” she chuckled teasingly, and handed Tabitha a glass before picking up hers and sitting cross legged on the bed before us.

“Oh, I’d better move,” commented Tabitha, leaving my embrace, and sitting to one side between us.

“Brr!” I said in an exaggerated tone as she left, and the cool summer breeze touched my naked skin, “You give off a lot of heat for such a little girl!”

Tabitha blushed and smiled as she bit into a cookie. “I almost forgot you were naked,” she giggled, looking over my body as I put my glass on the nightstand and reached for my discarded T-shirt that passed for my nightgown.

“Oh, gee, thanks,” I chuckled, as I came back up and slid into it, “I guess I’ll just go put my pants on then!”

Samantha covered her mouth and tried to laugh. “You’re crazy,” she muttered quietly, shaking her head as she watched me dress.

“And you love it,” I chuckled as I got settled.

Samantha nodded, smiling contentedly as she munched a cookie. “So, um, what do you think so far, Tabby?” she inquired, making sure to keep her voice low.

“Hm? Oh yeah, that…” the girl responded with a bit of a blush accenting her nervous smile, “I, I liked it. It was fun, and once I get my strength back I’d like to see just what you meant by you having more to show me.”

“That’ll take more than one night,” her sister replied with a reminiscent smile, “But we’ll see what we can do. Was there anything that you had in mind?”

Tabitha stopped in mid sip and put her glass down. She looked a little nervous for a moment and nodded. “Well, actually there is one thing…” the girl admitted carefully, “I would like to try to do you what you did to me…”

“You mean you want to lick my pussy?” inquired Samantha with a sly grin, “Well, I think that we can arrange something.”

“Oh, but she’s so inexperienced,” I said with sarcasm as I leaned forward to whisper, “One of us would have to show her what to do.”

“Are you volunteering, my dear?” my cousin asked, looking more than a little mischievous.

“Well, if you insist!” I giggled, and finished my drink.

“Um, how..?” began Tabitha.

“Oh, I think I know what she has in mind,” her older sister chuckled, “You’ll see.”

“Okay…” the girl responded a little suspiciously and finished off her snack.

“Well then, shall we begin?” inquired Sam in a tone of voice that suggested that she wasn’t asking.

I nodded as she put her glass down on the tray, and moved them both onto the floor. Tabitha gave us both a nervous glance as she noticed that she was sitting between us and shrank down a little.

“Just tell us to stop if it gets too much for you,” I told her as we both shuffled towards her.

Tabitha nodded and inhaled sharply as she felt a hand on both her knees. She glanced down, to see me and her sister running our hands up under her nightie along her thighs. The soft skin, beneath our hands was silk. Both of us knew that there was almost no turning back as ran the fingers of my free hand along the girl’s jaw line, causing her to tilt her head to one side towards me in nervous contentment.

Samantha took advantage of this by giving her little sister a soft kiss upon the neck. The girl sighed softly, and she took it as permission to continue as I turned Tabitha’s head to face me. My cousin continued with a line of slow, passionate kisses up her little sister’s neck as I touched her sweet lips once again.

This time, I felt her soft little tongue escape her mouth to seek mine out. I moaned happily as I saw that she was willing to experiment, and seemed to learn quickly. The little one’s tongue was quite nimble as it probed my mouth until I reciprocated by entwining my tongue around hers as best I could.

Samantha, meanwhile, was running her own tongue along Tabitha’s earlobe, following and tracing the natural curves while her fingers found their way to the girl’s nearly hairless pussy. She playfully made small circles with her index finger through Tabitha’s downy pubic hair before running the tips of two of her fingers down over her sister’s labia.

Tabitha jumped a little in response, and I felt goosebumps rise along her legs. I moved my hand up farther and touched Samantha’s fingers meaningfully. I heard her sigh over Tabitha’s slow steady panting as she did her best not to break off her kiss while her sister gently nibbled her ear.

“Just let yourself go,” whispered Samantha, coaxing the girl to lean forward a little with her free hand before lifting up the back of her nightie.

Tabitha reluctantly pulled away from me and glanced over at her sibling lovingly. She nodded and stood up on her knees. Without a word Samantha and I stopped our exploration of Tabitha’s body, and both lifted the girl’s nightie up over her stomach.

Tabitha looked down at that point, and seemed to be watching expectantly as we held the garment just beneath her small budding breasts. Samantha glanced over at me and smiled knowingly. I nodded in response and continued upwards. The cottony material came up over Tabitha’s head with little effort, as she raised her arms to accept our disrobing technique.

We then paused to consider our actions, and take in that breathtaking moment when we both realized that Samantha’s little sister was kneeling naked on her bed between us. I could almost feel the tension emanating from Sam as she drank in Tabitha’s beauty. There was a look of both envy and admiration on her face as she saw that her little sister wasn’t the little girl she’d been only a few months previously.

Tabitha was indeed growing up to be a girl whose beauty would rival her sister’s. But while Samantha was tall and athletic, Tabitha still had that sweet innocence that can carry a girl through adolescence and still cause men to stop and secretly stare. At that moment, I wasn’t sure which one of the two sisters I wanted more.

The look of hungry awe upon my beloved Samantha’s face made me want to offer myself to her. To be ravaged by my talented tongue and nimble fingers. And the shy willingness in Tabitha’s eyes made we want to do the very same thing to her. But instead, I continued my slow, patient examination of her young body.

I scanned across her torso, and couldn’t help but wonder if the erectness of her reddish nipples was due to the breeze from the open window, or the thrilled anticipation of what was to come. I continued on my way, promising myself that I would take the time to run my hands across the same tender flesh that my eyes were enjoying so much, and paused as I looked down at her thighs, topped by her waiting pussy.

Tabitha was still quite short, so they were nowhere near as long as her sister’s, but I knew that she’d probably tower over me in a few short years. I sighed a little disappointedly at the thought of yet another girl being taller than me, but for the moment, I was content to be with someone my own height.

“Here,” said Samantha, making room and breaking the silence, “why don’t you lie down. It’ll be easiest that way.”

Tabitha nodded, and I made way as she willingly lay her body across her bed in a way similar to the one we found her in. She then spread her legs a little, causing Sam to gasp out loud, her deep green eyes going wide as she caught a better view of her sister’s pussy.

“Wow…” she sighed, and reached for my hand.

I gladly accepted it, and gave it a squeeze. “I hope you save some for me,” I said with a smile, “I’d like to feel Tabitha’s tongue in my pussy tonight as well.”

“Of course,” replied Samantha reassuringly, “Just don’t wear her out with yours.”

“I won’t,” I promised and traded places on the bed with her.

We then turned our attention back to Tabitha, who was looking up at us expectantly. “Wha-what should I do?” she asked nervously.

“Just do to me what Amy does to you. Okay?” explained Samantha, running her hand over her sister’s stomach, and running her index finger in a slow lazy circle around Tabitha’s nipple before giving it a gentle pinch, “But first, there’s something that simply must be done!”

Our eyes met at that point, and I tried not to lapse into a giggle fit as I nodded in agreement. “It just wouldn’t be right otherwise,” I responded, removing my T-shirt before leaning forward until I was partially lying across Tabitha’s body with my face near her left breast.

“Mmm, good positioning idea,” chuckled Samantha, and took up a similar position on Tabitha’s right after tossing her night shirt on the floor.

“What are you guys doing?” the girl inquired with a bit of a giggle as our hands met at her pussy.

“You’ll see!” we both promised in quiet unison as we ran our fingers lightly across her pussy lips and clit.

Tabitha’s eyes fluttered a little at the sensation, and even I found myself getting a wet as it sank in that we were both lying naked across Samantha’s lovely, and quite naked fourteen-year-old sister. Our fingers were even beginning to find moisture as we both leaned down and started running just the tips of our tongues over Tabitha’s perky tits.

The girl then began taking in deep breaths as the feeling quickly became overpowering. Practically as one, we circled her nipples with our tongues and ran them down, and over and back up again over Tabitha’s soft breasts. But as we began to suckle her nipples, biting them gently every so often as our tongues flicked them to full hardness, Tabitha’s voice raised just a little.

I then found my finger part way inside of the tight wetness of her virgin pussy, and her sister tried to follow suit. We soon fell into a pattern of taking turns gently fingering Tabitha. The process only seemed to excite her more as on several occasions one of us would come dangerously close to her hymen as we sucked harder and harder against her nipples and occasionally her entire breast.

It was at that time that Tabitha’s body was overcome with an orgasm. The girl’s small frame shook all over as she grabbed both of us by the hair and bit her lower lip in an attempt not to cry out. I smiled with satisfaction as Tabitha’s breathing became a long serious of gasping moans. She looked down at her sister and me with an intense look in her eyes before throwing her head down and arching her back.

Then, with one long muffled exclamation, Tabitha expelled the rest of her pussy juices across our fingers as her inner walls clenched around them. Samantha and I looked on with interest as the girl slowly came down. We both shuffled farther up, reluctantly removing our fingers and cuddling up against Tabitha as we watched her come down.

“Oh, wow…” she breathed as we both kissed our way up her neck, “That was great…”

“Well, it’s not over yet,” I giggled, “We still have to see how well you can lick your sister’s pussy!”

“Mmm… Sounds good,” replied Samantha with a hungry grin as she gave Tabitha’s ear a gentle nibble, “Are you up for it, Tabby?”

“I think so,” she responded, putting her arms around us and giving us both a hug.

“Well then, what do ya say we get started?” inquired Samantha hungrily, “After what I just saw, I’m just dying to have you return the favor, little girl.”

Tabitha smiled, and blushed profusely. “Did I make that much of a fool of myself?” she asked shyly.

“No, of course not,” I assured her with a kiss, “your performance was far from foolish. It was… beautiful!”

The girl covered her face as best she could and giggled as we licked our fingers clean of her juices. We then got up, and began changing position for what was to come. “What are you doing?” inquired Tabitha as I began positioning myself between her legs.

“As we said,” explained Samantha’s hushed whisper, “Amy’s going to show you how to lick my pussy.”

“Okay…” replied Tabitha a little nervously as her sister turned towards me and got upon her knees in order to straddle the girl’s face.

“Just do to Sam what I do to you, okay?” I told her as I got comfortably situated between her legs.

“Any time you’re ready,” replied Sam, a hint of excited expectation in her voice.

I nodded, and held back my overeagerness as I for the first time ran my tongue from the bottom of Tabitha’s pussy up to her clit in one long, slow lick. Both sisters shuddered as I did so, and I heard Tabitha let out a stifled squeal of delight as I ran the tip of my tongue back down one of her labia.

I glanced up and saw the intense look on Samantha’s face as Tabitha’s tongue traced along her pussy. I smiled with satisfaction as a tingling feeling filled me, and I realized that I was not immune to excitement of doing something so naughty. The feel of her soft, nearly untouched skin was like silk to my touch, and the flavor of her juices that her sister and I had brought forth still lingered. I eagerly licked it up with the utmost of care, making certain to lick my way across every sensitive inch of her pussy before sliding my tongue inside of Tabitha.

The girl copied my motions with surprising control, barely stopping to shudder and pant as she concentrated on her sister’s pussy. Soon after, I heard Tabitha’s short exclamation of surprise as Samantha came quietly over her face. I had to hold the little teenager’s legs in place as she squirmed a little when she found her sister’s juices practically pouring out upon her.

But I didn’t let up. I slid my tongue into Tabitha as far as I could, and Tabitha slid her tongue into Samantha with equal gusto. I then covered her nether lips with my mouth and suckled as I explored her interior, hoping that she would do the same to her elder sister.

In response, we could hear Samantha desperately trying to hold back her cries of joy. Her little sister’s tongue buried inside of her was almost too much to bear, as she began letting out a long series of loud little gasps. My dearest cousin tried with all her might to keep it in, but the experience was just too much as I began to swiftly, but gently rub Tabitha’s clit in a circular pattern that I knew would drive Samantha crazy.

Tabitha moaned as she followed suit, and I almost had to laugh as her sister was forced to come forward, now supporting herself on hands and knees. I raised my head, and replaced my finger with my tongue, and vice versa, enjoying the little shocked sound that Tabitha gave when she found just how much farther her fingers could go than mine.

“Y-You-! OH!” panted Samantha in a harsh whisper, as her body moved back and forth against Tabitha’s fingers and tongue so that she was being finger-fucked by her little sister, “Mmm! You, little-! Ahh!”

“What’s wrong?” I asked, my face glistening with Tabitha’s pussy juices, and topped with a wide grin.

My cousin gritted her teeth and shut her eyes as the onslaught continued. “I — I can’t-!” she managed, just before crying out softly with another orgasm, “Can’t take much-! Much more! Ohhh!”

I merely giggled and gave Tabitha’s clit a little nibble as I managed to wedge a second finger inside of her tight, but extremely wet pussy. “Much more what?” I inquired, and noticed that Tabitha was coming as well.

The girl had thrown her head back against the pillow, unable to close her mouth as she almost absently drove two fingers in and out of her sister’s pussy with greater and greater force. Soon, she was even matching Samantha’s thrusts, and was rewarded with rivulets of warm, sticky clear liquid running over her slender hand.

“C-coming—!” moaned Samantha desperately, her voice raising several octaves.

“So?” I inquired teasingly, “Don’t you want to see just how much you can really take?”

“Oh! Oh fuck—!” she swore, almost loud enough to be heard through the old thick walls of the farmhouse, “I’ll—! I’ll—!”

“What?” I inquired, slowly twisting my fingers inside Tabitha in a clockwise rotation before lapping up the hot sweet juices that suddenly flowed out around them, “Are you going to punish me, Mommy?”

“Better—! Ah! Oooh… believe it—!” she gasped, “I—! AHH!” My cousin arched her back, her facial expression almost looking horribly pained as she came. Samantha held the pose for several long seconds as her body quivered, before giving a long, hard sigh of relief, and collapsed upon Tabitha.

I smiled to myself, and gave my own sigh of happy contentment. The knowledge that I’d managed to wear Samantha out completely by sheer force of orgasm filled me with a certain perverse sense of satisfaction, as well as intense happiness. I pulled away from Tabitha’s still shaking body, kissing her little legs all the way down to her ankles, and giggling as I felt the goosebumps rise before giving my nearly slumbering cousin a kiss on the forehead.

I got off the bed, and knelt down beside Tabitha. There was a look of exhaustion on her face as she turned to me and smiled. “Wow…” she murmured yet again, and I couldn’t help smile at how cute it was that her vocabulary was still so limited.

“I’m glad you thought so,” I said as I brushed her sweaty bangs out of her eyes and gave her a soft kiss.

She nodded, and glanced back at Samantha who was still laying over top of her. “We… We won’t have to explain this one, will we?” she giggled softly, and experimentally ran her fingers over the firm muscles of her sister’s legs, up to the roundness of ass.

“No,” I chuckled, rubbing Samantha’s back soothingly, “But sometimes it’s fun to fantasize about.”

“Really?” inquired Tabitha, looking a little doubtful.

“Definitely…” whispered her sister, and rolled off of her.

I smiled, and crawled over Tabitha towards her, making sure to let my small perky breast drag along the girl’s now cool to the touch skin. Samantha smiled wearily up at me as I laid myself on top of her. “She’s young, she’ll learn,” I replied wistfully as I stared lovingly into Samantha’s wary eyes, “But tell me. Are you still going to punish me?”

“Oh… if I ever find the strength…” breathed Samantha with a laugh.

“You were serious about that, then?” inquired Tabitha, changing position on the bed so that she could lie beside up properly.

“Mmm-hmm,” murmured Samantha, lazily playing with my straight blond hair, now curling at the ends from the perspiration caused by our workout.

“Oh, I see…” pondered Tabitha, putting her arm around me, and cuddling against us, “So, you punish each other for making one another feel good?”

We both chuckled softly, and Samantha shook her head as I laid mine upon her chest, supported by her firm bosom. “Not quite,” my cousin explained, “But close. Sometimes, it’s fun to have your bottom smacked. Sometimes, we do things to make each other want to spank us… Or something like that… But I think that in this case, Amy here deserves a little punishment for what she did.”

“Why?” inquired Tabitha, her tone showing a definite curiosity.

“Because I wore her out,” I giggled, “Even after she told me she couldn’t take anymore. But I was curious to see if there was a limit to Samantha’s unending stamina.”

“Oh…” replied Tabitha thoughtfully, “Well, then I guess it would only be fair to test your stamina then. Don’t you think?”

I giggled, and gave Samantha a kiss between her breasts. “Oh, probably,” I responded, and leaned up to kiss her on the lips, only to find Tabitha’s hand between my legs.

Samantha gave me a weak, but nonetheless sly grin as Tabitha’s fingers explored their way up my labia and over my ass. I then couldn’t help but give an amazed, yet excited look as I felt Tabitha give me a single hard slap across my ass check.

My cousin grinned broadly and moved her legs apart, causing mine to spread along with them. “There, that’s better,” giggled Tabitha, shuffling down, and squirming to get between both our legs, “That’s better!”

“No way…” I said with a grin, and happily bit my lower lip as I felt Tabitha lick my pussy, “Oooh, oh yeah…”

Tabitha giggled as I sighed happily. For what her little tongue lacked in talent and experience, the girl made up for in enthusiasm. Also, I found I to be such an intense turn on to have such a young little girl licking me that I immediately found myself wet. I had to lean down and gently nibble my older cousin’s shoulder as the sensation filled me.

Tabitha’s tongue was so soft and hot against my skin. The feeling of her hands, gently holding my thighs apart held me more effectively than any bonds ever could. There was nothing in the universe I wanted more than to remain in that moment forever. I let out a little whimper as the feelings began to become too much, and kissed Samantha’s ear in a desperate attempt to express my joy.

“Oh, oh, Sam…” I whispered in little gasping moans into her ear, “I… I love you… I love you so much!”

“I know,” she soothed, rubbing my back as her sister began fingering my pussy from behind, “I love you too.”

My body shivered involuntarily as I heard her soft words, and I actually found myself crying a little as I was overcome by intensity of the moment. “Shhh…” soothed Samantha, holding me tight against her as Tabitha giggled to herself, truly savoring and enjoying the feeling of new found power.

“Mmm… You taste so good, Amy!” she laughed, lapping up the moisture that my pussy gave forth as I felt my pussy contract around her little fingers, “Mmm, gimme more!”

I barely heard her, but knew that the girl was talking in a manner not unlike that of Samantha. She had once shown me that I have an intense fetish for being talked dirty to, and I then found that if it was someone young and sweet like Tabitha, the effect was only intensified.

The girl giggled with excitement as she was met with more juices from my hungry pussy. It was almost as though I couldn’t stop coming, or crying. Samantha continued her soft cooing noises, trying to comfort me, but I was so happy that I just couldn’t stop myself.

“Oh, Sam…” I managed, “It’s so good… so fucking good..!”

Samantha sighed, and nuzzled her face against mine affectionately in almost a cat like way. “I know,” she whispered, “I know, my love… And I’m so glad that this makes you so happy.”

“Oh… oh, it does!” I practically screamed, but was able to clench my jaw as I arched my back.

Unrelenting, Tabitha merely gave both my ass cheeks a firm squeeze with both hands, causing me to moan a little louder as she flicked my clit repeatedly with her little tongue. She then ran her hands down, dragging her fingers across my butt until she brought them together at my pussy. She the started poking and prodding at my labia with her fingertips, teasing me to near orgasm.

“Oh, neat!” she exclaimed, as the girl found that she could just barely manage to slide three fingers inside of me. Tabitha ignored my own exclamation as pussy lips were spread apart, and my inner walls were stretched to their limit.

“Oh! Right there!” I gasped, as she began fingering me with her three middlemost fingers, each time going just slightly deeper than before, covering herself with my juices as I began to come hard.

“Don’t stop now,” instructed Samantha, looking over at the fascinated grin on her little sister’s face, “It’s no fair to bring someone this far, then not let them get off.”

Tabitha nodded, watching me with interest as I brought my arms in. I reacheed out to take hold of Samantha’s breasts before squeezing them for support. She inhaled sharply, and shook her head with a bemused grin.

“I love the way you never let up,” she chuckled, and moaned happily as I twisted both her nipples at once.

Meanwhile, Tabitha had gotten her face closer to my pussy again and was frantically licking my labia as well as her fingers in a desperate attempt to keep up with me. The little teen only succeeded in covering her sweet face with my juices, and made me come even harder.

I almost blacked out at that point, as I could barely feel my body anymore. I squeezed Samantha’s breasts harder, and only fleetingly hoped that I didn’t hurt her too much as my ecstasy took hold. For several long moments I was paralyzed with passion as I climaxed.

It seemed to take an eternity for me to come down. I could almost hear my own panting and gasping for breath as I only half felt Samantha’s multitude of random kisses upon my face. Later I would find out that she came as well, just by watching me. It was nice to know we shared the common fetish of pleasing each other.

“Oh, Sam… Oh, Tabby…” I whispered, my throat feeling sore, “That was… absolutely incredible.”

“Thank you,” giggled Tabitha shyly, and I realized that she was lying beside us once more.

“I never want to move again…” I heard Samantha mumble happily as she held her sister with one arm, and me with the other, “I just hope I have the strength to move later, ’cause I’d hate to get caught like this…”

“Nice fantasy, though,” replied Tabitha, a little exhausted herself.

Samantha and I smiled, barely managing not to laugh out loud. “Yup…” I sighed, “she’s your sister!”

“And I wouldn’t have it any other way,” my cousin replied happily, and gave us both a warm, but somewhat awkward hug before the three of us drifted off to sleep.

The End

Slippery Tips: Advice for the Would-Be Erotic Author

  • Posted on June 14, 2017 at 6:00 pm

By DirtyMindedMom

Note from JetBoy: Our dear site sister Rachael, who has graciously permitted us to re-post several of her amazing stories (which you can find under her DirtyMindedMom moniker in our Story Archives) recently began postng a new series of incredibly useful suggestions for the novice erotic author. Upon encountering these while paying a visit to Rachael’s site, I immediately wanted them for Juicy Secrets. Cheryl and Naughty Mommy strongly agreed, and that’s when we got the idea of setting up our Writing Advice page, featuring Rachael’s tips and much more. Make all her helpful hints yours, and perhaps one day YOU can turn out a story as spine-meltingly hot as Rachael’s “Family Practice.”

This article is very much a work in progress, and we will be adding more segments from Rachael in the months to come. Thanks by the bushel basket to her for letting us post these here (and for allowing me to “lesbianize” all the sex parts for the benefit of our particular audience). We love you, Rachael!


Porn Writing One Oh-Oh-OH! One

I hear from a lot of people who want to write dirty stories, but don’t think that they can. This is just plain silly. Anyone can write erotic stories – ANYONE! It’s been said that if you can talk, you can write. That’s never been more true than when it comes to writing hot porno stories.

I’ve been toying with the idea of writing a How-To manual for would-be erotic writers for a while now, but it’s something that could end up being a big project and so I’ve put it off. Well, it finally hit me that I don’t have to sit down and do it all in one shot. I remembered that I have this blog thingie and I can simply write it as a series of posts. Duh.

I don’t want to get too technical or fancy about it, but my plan is to offer a collection of quick tips and tricks to help people understand some of the fundamentals of writing in general and the elements you need to consider when you’re writing about naked people doing filthy things with their genitals.

There’s no set plan for this endeavor, so who knows how it will play out. I’m just going to jump in and see where it takes us. I’ve gotten a great deal of pleasure from writing, and, if I can help other people get the same thrill out of it that I have, I’ll be very happy.

Here goes…

Rachael’s Slippery Tip #1: Write About What Turns You On

When you’re starting out, this is critical. Attempting to write a story based on what’s popular, or what you think will turn other people on, is a recipe for disaster. I was obsessed with studying writing when I was in college, and for years after. I read every book about writing that I could get my hands on. I was full of theory, but when I sat down to write, I worried too much about what my readers wanted and ended up not having anything worthwhile to say. It wasn’t until I started writing porn for my own pleasure that I was able to become completely immersed in the process, and finish a story that I was willing to share with the world. The only reason I was able to get there is because I was writing about something that I cared about and that turned me on (and I mean really turned me on!).

If it makes you horny, it will make other people horny. That I can guarantee. If you force yourself to write about something that you’re not into, it will show – especially when you’re just starting out. If your goal is to get people wet and/or hard with your words, don’t waste time chasing after what you think people want. You know your own kinks better than anyone, so write about those. Do what you love, and the orgasms will naturally follow. (I think that’s how the saying goes, right?)

A question I get from wannabe authors is: What should I write about? You already have the answer. Think about what story categories you’re drawn to, or what porn videos do you most often turn to. If you find yourself standing naked out in the middle of a field, what are you going to fantasize about while you masturbate (because if you’re out in a field by yourself naked, you’re obviously going to masturbate!). Once you figure out what turns you on the most, you’re ready to take the next step.

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Rachael’s Slippery Tip #2: Start Small

Writing porn is a shitload of fun! But, if you want to do it well, it can also be a lot of work. One problem I’ve seen many first time writers run into is that they’ve envisioned a sweeping erotic epic with a large cast of horny characters coupling and tripling up in an endless array of combinations — but when it comes to translating their opus into a real story, they peter out a few pages into it. For your first couple of stories it’s important not to bite off more than you can chew (or, more appropriately for our purposes, don’t eat more than you can swallow).

When you’re starting out, think in terms of setting up a simple situation that leads to one good sex scene. Daughter walks in on mom masturbating with a dildo and offers to do it for her. Teenage girl wants to learn how to make out and gets her best friend’s little sister to practice with her. Mom sneaks into daughter’s bedroom to filch the girl’s unwashed panties, but the daughter catches her mother sniffing them and offers to let Mom smell her pussy instead.

Nothing fancy, nothing too complicated, just a straightforward cause-and-effect situation. Keep the main action strictly between two characters. There could be a third character lurking around to add some tension, but the sex scene needs to revolve around just two people (or any combination of two humans, aliens, elves, dogs, and/or vampires). Along the same lines, don’t try to have your amorous couple perform the entire Karma Sutra. Limit yourself to one or two sex acts and focus on really bringing those to life. Mom fingers her daughter. Woman goes down on the little girl next door. Thirtysomething housewife ties up her younger sister and fucks her with a dildo. Don’t try to do too much all at once.

Shoot for three to five pages, but no more than about seven. Pages can vary depending on how much dialogue there is, so it might be helpful to think in terms of word count. Around 3,000 words is a reasonable target for your first few stories. Once you get the feel for the amount of time and effort it takes to write a simple story, you’ll be better equipped to know when to begin expanding your titillating tales to include multiple sex scenes, more characters, and deeper plots.

Start small, score a few quick successes by actually finishing some stories, then build from there.

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Rachael’s Slippery Tip #3: Building to a Great Climax

A good story is like a good one-night stand.

First there’s the attraction, then some foreplay, and it all leads to a fantastic climax (or two, or five). If any of these parts are missing, then it’s just doesn’t work quite as well. It’s the same with a story, whether it’s a three-page quickie or a multi-chapter epic. You don’t need to be a literary expert in story structure, but you do need to understand the minimum requirements if you want to seduce your reader into coming back to your place for the night.

A lot of writing guides explain that stories should have a beginning, middle, and end. I’ve always found this to be a pretty useless way to explain how to shape a story. What’s important is the function of each of these parts. The beginning contains an introduction to your characters, a premise, and a promise. The middle serves to develop the characters, complicate the premise, and build tension. The end is where you deliver the big pay-off, release the tension, and fulfill the promise.

The introduction is the place for setting up everything the reader needs to know. It all starts with an interesting character that compels the reader to want to get to know them better. A mother of two in a sexless marriage who notices her older daughter developing into a desirable young woman. A shy teenage girl who doesn’t know to deal with her blossoming body and wants to explore her sexuality with someone she has trusted all her life. A horny niece who lusts after her aunt, but is crippled with guilt because her aunt and her mom are identical twins. Describing characters in this way easily leads to your basic premise. Mom seduces daughter; teen girl flirts with big sister; niece has sex with aunt as a surrogate for her own mother.

Your premise is the spine of your story. This means that every scene, event, and line of dialogue should somehow serve this main idea. Staying true to your premise will keep you on track while writing, and prevent you from veering off into areas that confuse or distract the reader.

Finally, the premise contains an inherent promise. “Mom seduces daughter,” makes a promise that mother and daughter are going to fuck. “Teen girl flirts with big sister,” promises that at some point the older girl will give in and take her younger sibling to bed. “Niece has sex with her mom’s twin sister,” promises the readers that she will realize that the desire for her aunt is a misplaced lust for her mother and that they will consummate this taboo relationship, possibly with the aunt joining in to make it a threesome. Your set-up can be as short as a paragraph or as long as a few pages, provided each of these elements is included.

The middle is generally the meatiest part of a story. This is a good place for you to tell us more about the character in terms of background, attitudes, problems, goals, or whatever is important to this story as far as motivation goes. If our premise is mom seduces teen daughter, there should be more to it than just her needing sex. What is there in her past or in her mind that allows her to cross that line and commit a forbidden act? Does she have pleasant memories of sex with girls from when she was a teen? Has she always been secretly aroused by incest fantasies? Does a friend of hers confess to fucking her own son and plant the idea in her head? Did her daughter do something to change Mom’s view of her from an innocent girl to a sexually appealing woman?

This is also where you need to build tension. Notice that I used the word ‘need’! If Mom wants to fuck, daughter wants to fuck, so then they fuck… that’s all well and good, but you’re skipping the literary foreplay. Perhaps Mom makes a move, then pulls back. Or maybe she tries something, and her daughter rejects her (for the moment). Perhaps the sparks fly, but before they can get very far they are interrupted. Without building some tension here in the middle, the climax will nearly always be less satisfying.

Then comes the big finish. This is where the promise of the premise gets paid off. Mom fucks daughter. Big sister goes down on her younger sibling. Niece works her hand into Mom’s cunt while Aunty licks her ass. This is where all porn stories end up – generally, no real surprises for the reader. They know what’s going to happen as soon as they pick up on your promise, but they want to see how the characters get there. If you’ve done a good job of building tension, by the time they get to the expected end they’re so excited that, even though they knew full well what was coming, they’re uncontrollably worked up and masturbating like crazy as the final sex scene plays out in all its graphic glory! Once you deliver on the promise and have drained everyone’s fluids, that’s your signal to end the story, and end it quickly. By then, your reader is a puddle of post-orgasmic fluids at this point, so put a clever bow on your mini-masterpiece in the form of a few poignant lines and walk away.

So there you go – all you ever need to know about story structure. That wasn’t so difficult, was it? Set-up, development, pay-off. If you can think in these terms, your stories will be better than half the stuff out there by default – I promise.

Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, your place or mine…?

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Rachael’s Slippery Tip #4: Create an Outline

To do an outline or not is a point of contention among amateur writers. To me, this is a silly argument because everyone who writes a story does an outline – even if they don’t realize it. My view is that even if you don’t think about your story and create some kind of formal outline but just start writing your story, this simply makes your first rough draft your outline – a very, very detailed outline.

Creating an outline for a porn story is super easy (at least it is if you do it like I do). It starts when you have that moment of insight – an idea for a dirty story that you just have to write. Don’t run straight to the computer – let the story live in your head for a little while. Play some of the scenes out in your mind like you’re watching a movie. Edit the scenes until they flow. Get to know your characters by watching them interact in your imagination. Jot down any traits, plot twists, or lines of dialogue that get you excited.

When you reach the point where you have to get the story out of your head and down on paper, so to speak, gather any notes you’ve made and do your outline. At the very least, all you need to do is write a brief sentence or two for each scene in your story. This will allow you to create a basic structure for your story that will keep you on track and insure that you know where you going before you begin your journey. Having an idea for how your story is going to end is as important — if not more so — than knowing where it starts.

Okay, so my idea is to write a story about a single mother who confesses to her daughter that she’s a lesbian — and a sex addict. Here’s my quickie outline:

Sex Addicted Mom (working title)

  1. Mom talks to Daughter, confesses that she’s gay, goes on to admit that she’s a sex addict, and her therapist told her she should open up about it.
  2. Daughter thinks about Mom’s confession, gets horny and masturbates to fantasy of her, even though she’s always thought of herself as straight.
  3. Daughter offers support; Mom asks her to get rid of all her sex toys.
  4. Daughter secretly keeps toys; uses them to get herself off to even more graphic mom/daughter fantasies.
  5. Mom tells Daughter she hasn’t had an orgasm in two days and it’s making her crazy; Daughter gets turned on thinking about it.
  6. Daughter now plays with toys regularly; accepts that she’s sexually attracted to Mom and makes plans to seduce her.
  7. Daughter offers foot massage; Mom accepts and talks about her sex problems; Daughter makes her move; Mom gives in and they kiss passionately, then do oral on each other.
  8. Mom and Daughter go to bedroom and fuck every which way.
  9. Final twist – Daughter finds out that Mom never went to a therapist at all; she was playing a game of incestuous seduction the whole time.

There, that doesn’t look too hard, now does it? These are just the bare bones, and provide enough of a framework to get you going. You can jump into the writing process with a good idea of where the story is going and how you’re going to get there. Like I said, this is the minimum. If you wanted to add a little more detail about some of the “beats” in the scene, along with some more information about character emotions, motivations, or actions, you can do that as you go.

This is what my expanded outline for this story might look like:

Mom’s Addiction

SET-UP

Scene 1: Distressed Mom sits Daughter down for awkward conversation – her therapist suggested she be open with those closest to her and admit two things: first, that she’s gay, second, that she’s suffering from a serious case of sex addiction. She admits that she’s a chronic masturbator and watches lesbian porn almost every night. Daughter is shocked, embarrassed, and a bit angry, though she really doesn’t know why.

Scene 2: Later that night, Daughter lies in bed, unable to stop thinking about her mother’s admission. Begins thinking about her mother’s sexuality, is shocked to find herself getting turned on. She ends up fantasizing about her mother masturbating to porn and fingers herself until she comes.

DEVELOPMENT

Scene 3: Next day, Daughter apologizes to Mom for not being supportive. She asks if there is anything she can do to help. Mom talks more about her sex addiction, then reluctantly asks Daughter to throw away some things for her since she bring herself to do so. Daughter agrees, and Mom turns over a large collection of sex toys.

Scene 4: That night, Daughter goes through the box of toys, finding herself growing more and more aroused. Finally, unable to resist, she gets herself off with a vibrator while sucking a dildo to sample the taste of Mom’s cunt. Afterwards, she feels guilty and disgusted with herself.

Scene 5: Mom is upset, Daughter encourages her to talk. Mom hasn’t had an orgasm in two days and it’s driving her crazy, she’s dying for sex and willing to do anything or anyone. Daughter tries to give advice, but the lust she feels for her mother makes it difficult.

Scene 6: Daughter gives into her urges and plays with Mom’s toys again. Accepts that she is sexually attracted to her mother, and decides to take advantage of Mom’s sex addiction to seduce her.

CLIMAX

Scene 7: Mom is really stressed, Daughter offers foot massage to relax her. Mom talks about how hard it is not to masturbate and how she misses her toys. Conversation and massage become more intimate until Daughter makes her move and kisses her mother. Mom resists, but only briefly, then she gives in, returning the kiss. They undress, then take turns going down on each other.

Scene 8: In Mom’s bedroom, they undress and explore lesbian lovemaking for the rest of the day and most of the night. Mom tells Daughter that she’d be able to give up masturbation and porn for good if they could fuck like that a few times each week. Daughter happily agrees.

Scene 9: Plot twist – Daughter somehow discovers that her mom never went to a therapist, and made the whole thing up. It turns out that Daughter wasn’t the one who seduced Mom, but the other way around!

Again, not all that much work, but now I have a very good idea of what’s going to happen in each scene, what the purpose of the scene is (both on its own, and as part of the big picture), and a sense of how these characters transition from mother and daughter to lovers. If something doesn’t work, I’ll most likely be able to spot it at this stage, where it will be much easier to fix than after I’ve written 3,000 words and realize there’s a problem and have to start over.

A big complaint by anti-outliners is that if they plan things out they lose the creative spontaneity of discovering the story as they write it. This is crapola! There’s a great deal of creativity that goes into making a good outline, which is just as exciting as writing. Also, there’s no rule that says you have to adhere strictly to the outline. If you’re in the middle of a scene and a great idea pops into your head, you’re free to pursue it. Filling in the details of an outlined scene is where the action really is, and there’s nothing in an outline that impinges on the thrill of creating a story.

There’s a lot more to say on this topic, but this is enough for our purposes. Think about your story, make an outline, write your story. These steps are critical to completing the creative phase of conjuring your erotic tale while minimizing frustration and maximizing fun.

If you still don’t want to make an outline, try doing one while naked and imagining me leaning over your shoulder helping you along as I rub my stiff nipples against your bare back. If that doesn’t work, then you’re a lost cause!

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Rachael’s Slippery Tip #5: Keep Your Tense Consistent

This seemingly simple little rule trips up a lot of writers (including me sometimes). Your story will most likely either be told in past tense or present tense – “She fingered her pussy” vs. “She fingers her pussy.” A problem I often see is that the writer unintentionally shifts between the two tenses. There are certain cases where different tenses can be deployed, but almost all of the time you need to stick to one or the other. Where I see this shift happen most often is when the story goes from general narration to the action of a sex scene. This is a natural tendency, so watch for it when proofreading your own work.

Past tense is the most common and most ‘invisible’ tense. To keep things easy for yourself in the beginning, this should be your default tense to write in. You’ll most likely find that you don’t really have to think much about it since this is how most of us naturally tell stories to our family and friends. You’ll say “So, I went to the flower shop and bought a dozen roses, and the girl behind the counter flashed her boobs at me,” more often than, “So, I go to the flower shop and buy a dozen roses, and the girl behind the counter flashes her boobs at me.”

Present tense is useful is when we want to give more immediacy to a story (especially when it’s being told from a first-person point of view). “I open the door and see my naked mom shove a zucchini up her snatch” instead of “She opened the door and saw her mom shove a zucchini up her snatch.” Both work fine, but using present tense has the benefit of being able to put the reader right in the moment, experiencing events along with the characters. Whereas with past tense, the narrator is recounting events that already occurred.

The key is to consciously pick a tense before you start writing, and stick to it. When I decide to write a story in present tense I often find myself slipping into past. Once I’m done writing a story in the past tense, I’ll often find myself slipping into it when I’m writing my next story in present tense. It’s a common problem, but one that’s easily fixed if you remind yourself to be aware of it when you’re proofreading your story.

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Rachael’s Slippery Tip #6: Use Dialogue Effectively

Dialogue is when the people in your story talk. It’s one of the most dynamic and engaging ways to tell your story, but it’s often underused in porn. Dialogue can be very effective for revealing character, for filling in background, for moving the plot forward, and for rescuing your story from being a series of big blocks of dense text on the page. It’s a very handy storytelling tool. The difficult part is making it sound natural.

Accomplishing this is more of an art than a science. Paradoxically, the quickest way to make your characters sound NOT normal is to try to mimic the way people actually talk. Real people are all over the place and if you wrote down what they said word for word they would sound like blithering idiots. Story dialogue is a stylized version of speech that rarely exists in the real world, but feels like it does.

One of the most common problems I see is failing to use contractions. We almost always use I’ll, you’re, and they’d rather than I will, you are, and they would. There are certain idiomatic phrases where it sounds awkward to use contractions, but otherwise it comes across as formal and stilted. This is why robots and aliens don’t often use contractions – it makes them sound weirdly different when they talk.

It’s sometimes good to give certain characters verbal ‘tags’, but be careful not to overdo them. Don’t have Judy start every line with “So,” or “Well.” Use these sparingly and readers will pick up on it. Same goes for accents. Don’t try to faithfully represent a character’s accent phonetically (“I pahked my cah in Havahd Yahd”). This is difficult to read and quickly gets annoying. Again, just a few little hints of an accent here and there will do the trick nicely.

Keep in mind that dialogue is usually a rapid back and forth exchange. People rarely make long speeches when they’re having a conversation with someone. Even if they do, it’s usually a good idea for the other character to inject a comment just to break things up.

Each line should move things forward. If you can remove the line and it doesn’t ‘break’ the forward momentum of the scene, then you probably don’t need it. This is often the case with ‘chit-chat’. Yes, it may be realistic, but for the purposes of a story it must be distilled down to its minimal essence.

Another important aspect of dialogue to consider is the idea of subtext. People are often indirect about what they say: there are the words, and then there’s what’s behind the words.

“Sorry I’m late, babe,” Kate said.

Jill forced a smile. “Not to worry, hon. As a matter of fact, our friends have become quite jealous of all the free time your late nights at work give me.”

Here we see that instead of being angry and lashing out, Jill is saying the opposite of what she feels in a sweet, passive-aggressive way, and she is planting seeds of doubt in her lover’s mind. What’s she doing with all that “free” time? Meeting strangers online for role-play fantasies? Licking her neighbor’s pussy? Hitting the lesbian bars, experimenting with bondage? The best dialogue forces the reader to pay attention in order to interpret what’s really being said.

Beyond the challenge of creating compelling dialogue, there is also the grammatical mechanics of how to present it on the page. There are just a few simple rules, but it’s probably the area that most new writers have the most difficulty with. I’ll cover some of the biggest technical aspects of dialogue in my next installment.

To be continued…

Moonlight Dancers, Part Three

  • Posted on June 14, 2017 at 12:00 pm

By Ebo

As she followed Vicky down the hallway, Kelly wondered if this was how Alice had felt tumbling down the rabbit hole. It wasn’t Wonderland she was walking toward, but it might prove even more wondrous. No Red Queen or playing card army, no Mad Hatter or White Rabbit, but a beautiful twelve-year-old girl who wanted to have sex with her.

Vicky went to Kelly’s bed, stretching out on her back. At the foot of the bed, Kelly paused to admire the girl lying there. Vicky looked so soft and inviting, tantalizing. Crawling onto the bed, Kelly smiled down at the girl from her hands and knees. Vicky looked up at her, favoring her with that same sexy little smile that had stolen her breath away in the kitchen.

Searching the girl’s face for any sign of doubt about what they were about to do, Kelly asked, “Are you sure about this?”

“I’m sure,” Vicky said, reaching up and touching Kelly’s cheek lovingly.

“If you change your mind, tell me, and I’ll stop,” Kelly said.

“You won’t need to,” Vicky said, propping up on her elbows to kiss Kelly.

Losing the last of her self-control, Kelly kissed her back. Kelly’s hand fell on Vicky’s knee, sliding up her taut thigh and onto her stomach. Vicky was so warm and soft, her skin as smooth as silk under Kelly’s fingertips. She felt even better than she had looked from the foot of the bed. Kelly’s hands wanted to know more of the girl, and Kelly let them explore Vicky’s young body. Vicky sighed into Kelly’s kiss, beginning to respond to Kelly’s touch.

When Vicky broke the kiss and went to her back, Kelly kissed the graceful curve of her neck, her collar bone. Vicky squirmed, her breathing getting a little funny as Kelly pressed her lips to the pale slope of one small breast. The girl moaned softly as Kelly teased its stiffening nipple with her tongue, her lips. The moan became a groan as the nipple began to ache sweetly. Vicky’s back arched, pressing her breast against Kelly’s mouth eagerly. Smiling, Kelly moved to her other breast, didn’t let up until she thought Vicky was ready for more.

Kelly moved lower, kissing Vicky in the hollow of her rib cage, then followed the faint muscle line down her taut stomach. She could feel Vicky’s excitement building the lower she went, and she wondered if Vicky knew what was about to happen to her. She knew the girl had some experience in such things, just not what Vicky and Alexis had figure out. Rolling her eyes up at the girl, Kelly kissed the hollow of Vicky’s hip, and the girl giggled and bit her lower lip. Kelly thought the girl was holding her breath, her eyes shining with anticipation. Kelly’s heart started beating faster as she decided the girl definitely knew what was coming.

With her hands on the insides of Vicky’s thighs, she urged the girl’s legs wide open. Kelly’s eyes went to Vicky’s girlhood, and she thought it was the cutest pussy she had ever seen. With the faintest fuzz coming in, it looked like a pale peach, as forbidden of a fruit as any in the Garden of Eden.

Like the biblical duo, Kelly gave into temptation, tasted what was forbidden. This peach wasn’t sweet but salty with sweat from their frolicking under the light of the full moon. Still, Kelly had never tasted such tantalizing flavor on her tongue, and she couldn’t get enough of it.

Vicky moaned thickly, and Kelly rolled her eyes up. She smiled at the slack-jawed-eyes-rolled-back look of pure enjoyment on the girl’s face. Vicky’s fingers dug into the sheets as her body began to move with a mind of its own. As her hips began to undulate against Kelly’s mouth, her moans became little wordless cries of excitement.

Kelly listened to the noises Vicky was making and it didn’t take long to figure out what the girl liked and what drove her young lover wild. She had Vicky writhing in ecstasy, her cries filling the air above them. With the flick of her greedy tongue, Kelly teased Vicky’s tender bud, pushed her ever closer to orgasmic bliss.

“Don’t stop!” Vicky said, urgency creeping into her voice, “I’m going to come!”

Kelly had already known, had seen the tightening in the girl’s stomach and thighs, had heard it in her voice. She fought to keep her mouth to Vicky’s thrashing body, to finish her off. With one more cry, Vicky’s body arched off the bed. In an instant of intense pleasure, all the tension fled Vicky’s body and she collapsed back to the bed a panting, trembling puddle of singing nerve endings.

With her fingertips, Kelly gently massaged the soft labia of Vicky’s girlhood, keeping the lovely sensations flowing through her young body. Listening to the girl’s soft sighs, Kelly frowned, something the girl had said bothering her. She wondered where the girl had heard the word ‘come’. Kelly couldn’t remember knowing that word when she was Vicky’s age. She had been much older when she learned it, she thought. She hadn’t known a word to describe that explosion of pleasure the first time it happened to her, didn’t even know the clinical name for it until she had health class in eighth grade.

She was about to ask Vicky about it when the girl’s eyes opened, and she gave Kelly sated, slightly dazed smile. Vicky stretched like a cat in a sunny spot and Kelly half expected her to start purring. Kelly smiled at her and crawled up the girl’s supine body to receive a very appreciative kiss.

“God, you are so good at that,” Vicky said, when their lips finally parted.

“Kissing?” Kelly teased.

Smiling, Vicky said, “That too. You are better than Alexis was.”

Kelly gave her a quick kiss, said, “I have almost two decades on her, so give Alexis some slack.”

“Two decades?” Vicky parroted, her eyes wide.

Laughing, Kelly said, “I was younger than you my first time. That was… twenty or so years ago.”

“Wow, you are old,” Vicky said, laughing.

“Hey,” Kelly said, with fake indignation.

“You are still hot though,” Vicky said, smiling up at Kelly. Looking into the girl’s eyes, Kelly saw Vicky meant it.

“If you can say it without the ‘still’ part, I might forgive you,” Kelly said, playfully. She realized she was flirting with a twelve-year-old. Worse, she really wanted Vicky to flirt back.

Vicky sat up and gave her a toe-curling kiss, smiled at her and said, “You are beautiful and incredibly sexy. I’ve thought so since my first class.”

“Really?” Kelly said, surprised.

Blushing, Vicky said, “Yeah. You were wearing these little yoga shorts and… Well, you have great legs. Oh, and a nice ass.”

“Huh,” Kelly said, taking that in. She had been right- Vicky had been testing her, maybe even flirting a bit. It hadn’t been her imagination or just wishful thinking.

Kelly took a deep breath, said, “In the spirit of sharing, I should admit I’ve found you irresistible since first seeing you. Still, find you irresistible.

Vicky sprung into Kelly’s arms, wrapping her arms around Kelly’s neck and kissed her heatedly. In her exuberance, she toppled them over. Kelly ended up on her back, the girl atop her. Laughing, Kelly hugged the girl to her, kissing her back.

Pulling back, Vicky gave Kelly a sexy little smile, said, “I think you are irresistible, too.”

Hearing those words pleased Kelly more than she liked to admit and she kissed the girl deeply. It pleased her, even more, when Vicky kissed her back as eagerly. Kelly didn’t know what this was, this thing she and Vicky had, but she thought it could be… something. The idea was scary and amazing, completely wrong but felt so right.

She was pulled away from her thoughts when she felt Vicky’s hand slide up her flank to cup one of her breasts. Not ready for it, Kelly had to break the kiss to look at the hand on her chest, then met the girl’s eyes. Vicky gave her a little shoulder shrug, then pushed to her hands and knees. Her lips found Kelly’s nipple and a startled moan escaped Kelly. Amused, Vicky met Kelly’s eyes as she ran her tongue around Kelly’s areola.

She may be twelve, but she is far from inexperienced, Kelly reminded herself, stroking the girl’s hair as she continued to tease her straining nipple.

Her heart started beating faster as Vicky moved lower, her lips leaving Kelly’s skin tingling as she left a trail of kisses on her stomach. Kelly propped up on her elbows, watching Vicky work her way lower. Vicky glanced up at her as she pushed Kelly’s legs up and back, settling between them. Kelly swallowed hard, her heart now racing. The first caress of Vicky’s tongue on her bud drew a nervous laugh from Kelly.

So this is happening, Kelly thought, moaning. Vicky was going down on her and, as another moan slipped past her parted lips, Kelly was pleasantly surprised that the girl had a very able tongue. As her body began to move against the girl’s mouth, Kelly thought, she has done this before, probably more than once, considering how she has my toes curling.

“God, that feels so good,” Kelly said, her voice thick with excitement. She saw the corners of the girl’s mouth turn up. That smile got to Kelly almost as much as the lovely things Vicky was doing with her tongue.

Vicky eased her fingers into Kelly’s ready pussy, catching Kelly off guard. There was no hesitation on Vicky’s part, and her fingers found that magic spot deep inside that drove Kelly’s body wild. It wasn’t by accident; the girl knew what she was doing, had done this to another girl. Or perhaps, another woman?

She definitely didn’t balk at the idea of sleeping with me, Kelly managed to think through the haze of pleasure in her brain.

Kelly knew about her friend Alexis, but were there other notches in Vicky’s belt? Kelly could see an older girl- a high school girl, maybe- or even an older woman teaching an eager Vicky the ways to please a woman. She had learned it somewhere, that was sure. The only other option was that Alexis and Vicky had progressed further in the sapphic arts than Kelly and Becky had by this age. Kelly had been a junior in high school before she had put her fingers in another girl or had a girl put her fingers in her.

Her curiosity was piqued, but the lovely pressure on her G-spot and the hot caress of Vicky’s tongue on her bud was making it hard to think straight, let alone articulate a question. Maybe she’d ask later, but right now, she just wanted to close her eyes and bask in the waves of pleasure breaking on her like the tide on the shore.

With the excitement of the night weighing on her and the secret desire for the girl building and building this last couple of months, Kelly was too wound up for this to last long. The fact that Vicky was quite skilled only hastened her orgasm. Feeling its first stirrings, Kelly’s eyes sprang open, and she realized that Vicky was going to make her come. All those little daydreams and fantasies she had been ashamed of were coming true.

Kelly met Vicky’s eyes, and Kelly saw the girl knew what was happening to her. The faint smile on her lips told Kelly that Vicky was aware of the tension building in Kelly’s abdomen and thighs. That carnal knowledge in her eyes was the straw that broke the camel’s back, and Kelly cried out as she climaxed hard. The explosion of pleasure deep inside shook her to pieces and left her a trembling, gasping mess of happy nerve endings.

“Jesus,” Kelly laughed, trying to catch her breath. She felt as light as a bit of dandelion fluff on a summer breeze, and her toes still hadn’t uncurled.

Grinning, Vicky crawled up and gave Kelly a kissed. Kelly kissed her back, her hands on Vicky’s wet cheeks. She pulled the girl down atop her, putting her arms around the girl. They stayed like that a while, just kissing and enjoying the closeness of their bodies.

Eventually, Kelly said, “Why are you so good at that?”

“I was good?” Vicky said, playfully. The look in her eye said she knew she was.

“Love, you were amazing,” Kelly said, stealing a kiss, “which begs the question…”

Vicky gave a little shoulder shrug, said, “Lots of practice. I spent the night with Alexis ALOT.”

Laughing, Kelly said, “Okay. Are there any other girlfriends I should know about.”

“Alexis wasn’t my girlfriend,” Vicky said.

“No?” Kelly asked.

“She was my best friend,” Vicky said.

“The best kind of girlfriend IS your best friend,” Kelly said, smiling at the girl.

“Um, Alexis and I talked about it,” Vicky said, laughing self-consciously, “I mean I loved being with her and I love her as a friend. It’s just… We thought it would be weird. You know, holding hands and love letters and that kind of thing.”

“I think if you hadn’t moved, you’d have changed your mind,” Kelly said, thinking about how she had discovered her own feelings for Vicky’s mother too late.

“Maybe,” Vicky said, then blushed, “probably.”

“Where there any other friends like Alexis?” Kelly asked.

“No,” Kelly said, then gave Kelly a curious look, “why?”

“It’s just… The thing you did with your fingers… It’s always just been you and Alexis, right?”

Vicky nodded, said, “Yeah.”

“You and Alexis… You’ve done that before?” Kelly asked, meeting Vicky’s eyes. She saw the truth in them before the girl even nodded. Surprised, she said, “Really? Didn’t it hurt?”

“A little,” Vicky said, a playful smile breaking out on her face, “the first time, anyway. After that… Well, you know how it feels.”

“Wow,” Kelly said.

“Why did you want to know?” Vicky asked.

“I thought… Maybe, someone had shown you how. An older girl- like a high school girl… Or an adult,” Kelly said, and Vicky laughed.

“You are my first,” Vicky said, still laughing, “well, adult, anyway.”

“Are you planning to sleep with more adults?” Kelly asked, jokingly.

Vicky gave her a quick kiss, said, “I’ll wait to see how we turn out.”

Her heart racing, Kelly asked, “We? Do you think there will be a ‘we’?”

Vicky kissed her deeply, then smiled as she said, “I hope so.”

Swallowing hard, Kelly admitted, “I do, too.”

While she had meant what she said, Kelly didn’t see how it could be possible. After all, she was probably going to prison in the near future. She had just had sex with a twelve-year-old girl, and she doubted the judge would grant her leniency because Vicky had all but seduced her.

Snorting in surprise, she realized Vicky had seduced her. Was this the outcome Vicky had hoped for when she disrobed in front of her in this very room? Had Vicky told her about dancing under the stars with Alexis to get her naked in her own backyard? The idea of a twelve-year-old girl trying to get her in the mood made her shake her head in wonder.

“Why are you shaking your head?” Vicky asked, her beautiful eyes searching Kelly’s

“I just realized this was my first time being seduced by a middle schooler,” Kelly said, smiling at the girl.

Vicky laughed, said, “Not surprising. You really made me work for it.”

Caught off guard, Kelly burst out laughing, “So, you were trying to seduce me!”

“Maybe,” Vicky said, blushing.

“Huh,” Kelly said, laughing. She gave Vicky a tender kiss, said, “I don’t remember being that bold when I was your age, but I’m glad you were.”

“You think I was bold?” Vicky asked, her eyes widening, “I was so nervous my hands were shaking.”

“Didn’t show. You were confident and beautiful and… damned if you didn’t talk me into dancing naked in my own backyard. I still can’t believe you got me out there. I guess what I’m getting at… Is this where you hoped to end up?”

Almost shyly, Vicky said, “I had my fingers crossed.”

“That’s…” Kelly said, then realized she didn’t have the words. Laughing, she said, “You are something else, Vicky. It’s no wonder I couldn’t resist.”

“Couldn’t resist, huh?” Vicky parroted, her smile playful.

“No,” Kelly said, wrapping the girl up in her arms and rolling them until she was atop the giggling girl. She gave Vicky a quick kiss as she got to her knees. The girl looked up at her, curiosity in her eyes as Kelly straddled one of her hips. Kelly winked at her as she lowered her weight onto the girl, their bodies nesting together. Kelly laughed when the girl’s eyes widened, then Vicky started to smile when she realized what Kelly had in mind.

“Did you and Alexis figure this out?” Kelly asked, leaning in to kiss the girl.

“Sort of,” Vicky said, running her hands over Kelly’s thighs, “we never did it like this, though.”

“There is more than one way to trib,” Kelly said, then smiled and added, “maybe in a minute you can show me what you figured out.”

Laughing, Vicky said, “Okay.”

Kelly rolled her hips back and forth, grinding her body against Vicky’s. Both of them dancers, it shouldn’t surprise Kelly how well she and Vicky moved together, but it did. The first time with a new partner didn’t always go so well. Tribbing was about giving and getting, timing and anticipation between lovers and it took some practice. That wasn’t the case with Vicky. It was a replay of earlier, when they were dancing under the stars. Without explanation, they found an easy rhythm, their bodies moving in perfect harmony.

Smiling, Kelly thought, Maybe we really do dance to the same song in our heads.

Kelly believed there was someone for everyone out there, a yin for every yang. The more time she spent with Vicky, she found herself wondering if she hadn’t found her yin. The girl was rapidly becoming the best candidate to date.

She pushed that thought out of her head because it was way too early to be thinking things like that. She’s only known the girl a couple of months and tonight was the first time anything remotely intimate has happened between them. While tonight was extraordinary and Kelly couldn’t deny a connection to the girl, it was just silly to be thinking like this already.

Silly, right, Kelly thought, but she really didn’t think it was silly. In fact, just thinking about Vicky being ‘the one’ made her heart get all stupid in her breast.

Leaving the future for tomorrow, Kelly decided to enjoy right now. She’d spend tonight with Vicky like she’d never get another chance.

Kelly ran her hands up Vicky’s stomach, cupping her small breasts. She kneading them until Vicky’s back arched off the bed and she groaned thickly. Kelly’s hips never stopped moving, rocking back and forth against Vicky as her hands roamed freely over the girl. Vicky was soft and smooth, yet firm in all the right places. Try as they might, her hands couldn’t find a part of Vicky’s lovely young body they didn’t find fascinating.

Kelly’s hands weren’t the only ones left to wonder. Vicky explored Kelly’s body as eagerly, her intimate touch leaving Kelly’s skin tingling in their wake. Her nerve endings were responding to Vicky’s caresses, crying out for more. Kelly’s heart beat faster, thinking the girl found her body as fascinating as she did Vicky’s.

As they fed off each other’s excitement, their pace quickened. No words were spoken, but they still knew what the other wanted, because they wanted the same thing. Their cries of pleasure mingled in the space between them, growing sharper, louder as they pushed each other toward ecstasy.

Kelly felt the first stirrings of an orgasm deep inside, and she met Vicky’s eyes. She saw Vicky was close, too, right on the edge with her. Kelly bore down on the girl, really grinding their bodies together even as her body started to lose control. She held it together long enough to topple them both over the edge and into bliss, their orgasms barely a heartbeat apart. Even as Kelly surrendered to her own climax, she felt Vicky shaking with her own.

Gasping for air, Kelly managed a smile for Vicky, leaned in for a quick, but heated kiss. Rolling of the girl, she wondered about what had just happened. It was rare, coming together like that. The stuff of romance novels, which made it seem all that more special to Kelly. As she stretched out on her back, Kelly had to smile.

She blinked in surprise when Vicky moved atop her, nudging Kelly’s legs open so she could lay between them. Kelly raised her eyebrows questioningly. Vicky just kissed her and started rubbing her lower abdomen against Kelly.

Oh God, Kelly thought, not sure she was ready to go again, so soon. Still, she wrapped her legs around the girl’s waist, crossing her ankles behind her.

It was all the encouragement Vicky needed. The roll of her hips sent lovely sensations through Kelly’s body. She hadn’t completely recovered from her last orgasm, and the delicious friction of Vicky’s body rubbing against her own had her nerve ending singing, again.

Kelly saw Vicky’s face pinched in pleasure, heard the little wordless sounds of enjoyment escaping her parted lips and she had to smile. The girl was just going for it, had no reservations about being with an adult. Kelly thought if their roles were reversed, she wouldn’t be as confident as Vicky. That confidence excited Kelly, drew her even more to the girl.

That moment of instant attraction she had felt for Vicky that first meeting was rapidly becoming something more, even if it shouldn’t. It shouldn’t have gotten this far.

Those stubborn thoughts about this being more than a mistake and a one night stand kept creeping into her head. She still wasn’t ready to deal with them, so she pushed them out of her mind and focused on the sensual flex of Vicky’s hips, the sensations rushing through her every time their bodies came together. She lost herself in Vicky, reveled in the girl’s lithe body.

It didn’t take long for tension to return to her body since it hadn’t entirely left from before. Kelly heard the change in Vicky’s breathing, her cries becoming urgent. Her heart racing, Kelly thought they were going to come together, again. Once was romantic, but twice…

She couldn’t finish the thought because her body exploded with pleasure as she came. Kelly felt Vicky shaking with her own climax, the girl’s pleasure translating through her thighs, which were still wrapped around the girl.

“Again,” Vicky said, with a breathless little laugh.

“Again what?” Kelly asked.

“We came at the same time,” Vicky said, kissing Kelly.

She noticed it, too, Kelly thought, feeling all warm and fuzzy all of a sudden. She kissed the girl back, tenderly.

“That’s not normal, right?” Vicky asked, when their lips finally parted.

Her voice thick, Kelly said, “I’ve never had it happen once, let alone twice.”

Vicky gave Kelly a shy smile, said, “Has to mean something, doesn’t it?”

Looking into the girl’s beautiful eyes, Kelly thought, God, I hope it does.

————————————————————–

“Thanks for letting Vicky stay here. You are a life saver.”

Kelly smiled at her friend, thinking it should be her thanking Becky, not the other way around. Last night had been one of the craziest, most amazing nights she had ever had. She had rolled out of bed this morning, feeling like a million bucks. She and Vicky had stayed up late into the morning, making love, then had fooled around again in the shower a few hours ago. Kelly couldn’t get enough of the girl. Luckily, Vicky seemed to have the same problem with her.

Looking at Becky, Kelly felt a twist of guilt about what she had done last night. Becky was a friend and Kelly had crossed a whole bunch of lines with what she had done with Vicky.

“It was no trouble,” Kelly said, hoping the guilt didn’t show on her face. Changing the subject, she asked, “How was the meeting?”

“Amazing,” Becky said, excitedly, “it was a huge success! So much so, they made me the head of the project. Big raise, corner office, the works.”

“Nice,” Kelly said.

Sobering up some, Becky said, “The downside… The head office is in Portland.”

“So… More flights out of town?” Kelly guessed.

“At least a couple a month, probably more at first. At least, until we get the project up and running at full capacity,” Becky said, glancing at her daughter, “I’m going to have to find something to do with Vick’s. Staying by herself for a few hours after school is one thing, but…”

Her heart racing, Kelly said, “She’s welcome to stay here.”

“Oh, I couldn’t ask you to do that. Last night was an emergency,” Becky said, smiling warmly at Kelly, “I’ll figure something out.”

“Really, it would be no trouble,” Kelly said, glancing at the girl, “Vicky and I bonded last night. She is a great kid.”

“She is,” Becky said, pride creeping into her voice, “Are you sure? I mean, that would be perfect, but… it is up to you.”

“I’m sure,” Kelly said, smiling at her friend. She couldn’t help thinking Becky wouldn’t think it was ‘perfect’ if she knew what she and her daughter had done last night.

And this morning, too, Kelly reminded herself, thinking about how sexy Vicky had been all wet and soapy.

“Great,” Becky said, then glanced at her phone. Groaning, she said, “We’ve got to go, but we’ll get together later in the week and discuss the details.”

“Sounds good,” Kelly said, trying not to sound too excited.

“Alright Vicks,” Becky said, motioning to her daughter, “Let’s get out of here.”

“Okay,” Vicky said, turning off the TV. She came over to where the woman stood, looking so cute in Kelly’s summer dress. She smiled at Kelly, said, “Um, thanks for letting me stay.”

“You are welcome,” Kelly said.

“I’ll make sure we get the dress back to you,” Becky said, looking at her daughter.

“Don’t worry about it,” Kelly said, laughing, “it fits her a lot better than it did me.”

“Thanks, Ms. Chambers,” Vicky said, sweetly.

Amused, Kelly thought, If this dance thing doesn’t pan out for her, Vicky could always be an actress, with this show she is putting on for her mother.

“Bye,” Vicky said, as she and her mother went to the door.

“Bye, Vicky. I’ll see you at practice on Thursday,” Kelly said, walking with them out on the porch.

“We’ll be there,” Becky said, surprising Kelly with a hug. Kelly glanced at Vicky, and the girl shrugged. Kelly hugged the woman back. In Kelly’s ear, Becky whispered, “I’m glad I ran into you. It’s nice having you back in my life.”

Touched, Kelly said, “I’ve missed you, too.”

Becky let go of Kelly, favored her with a sheepish grin, said, “Sorry about that. Had to be said, though.”

“It’s okay,” Kelly said, smiling at her.

Putting an arm around her daughter, Becky headed down the walkway to her car. Kelly watched them from her porch. Becky looked over her shoulder and favored Kelly with a warm smile. That smile made Kelly’s breath catch in her throat because she recognized it. She hadn’t seen it in a long time, not since she was twelve. Not since Becky had moved away.

Uh-oh, Kelly thought, as she watched mother and daughter drive away, that smile could be trouble. Becky used to smile at me like that when she was having naughty thoughts.

The End

How My Daughter Converted Me

  • Posted on June 13, 2017 at 12:15 pm

By Amanda

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in September 2006 }

I was always very liberal with my daughter. I began teaching her about life from a very young age and a part of that teaching included her learning about sex and sexuality. She had a gay uncle who spent a fair amount of time at my home with his ‘girl’ friend. Sam was transgender, but happy to remain half way between male and female. Sam preferred to be acknowledged as a female, and I did everything I could to accommodate her. She had legally changed her name from Samuel to Samantha, allowing her to retain the nickname Sam. We explained what Sam was to my lovely little girl, Christina. We also explained that Michael, her uncle, preferred men to women and that meant he was gay. Chris pretty much took it all in then without a question or anything else, then asked to go swimming at the community pool.

Chris basically took everything at face value, so to her Sam was her aunt. They got on well, and I was happy to let them spend time together whenever they wanted. Sam’s maternal instincts were in overdrive, I would suspect from the hormones she was taking.

My little girl was taught that people had the right to make their own choices in life and no one had the right to say they couldn’t. I educated her to the best of my ability in all things from drugs to smoking to sex. I wanted her to be ready to face the world, and to always know that I was there to help her through anything she needed me for.

So three days after her twelfth birthday, when Christina came to me and said she was gay, I was more relieved than anything. Relieved because she trusted me with it, and I knew that I could support her through whatever hardships she might face as she grew up.

Like any mother, I suppose my first instinct was to deny what she’d told me, but I knew better. Mike had told me he’d always known he was gay. He’d known since before he understood anything else. I knew homosexuality was genetic, so I just assumed it must run in our family. It made me wonder how many of my relatives from the past might have been gay. That brought about a few weeks of learning about long-dead grandparents, grand uncles etc. There was a couple, a great aunt who died in the seventies, and a great grandfather that had died in the fifties. Both had been married. Both had also been quite odd according to what I was able to deduce based on what my mother and aunt had told me. The great aunt had a female friend that had lived in the same house as she and her husband throughout most of their lives, right up until she died, leaving my great aunt alone, having already been widowed by my great uncle.

My great-grandfather took solitary trips to Fire Island. That was all I needed to hear to suspect his fluctuating sexuality. The other clue was that he had exactly one child, my grandmother. This during a time when birth control was rarely used, and Catholic men were expected to father many children.

I, however, was not gay — I didn’t think so, anyway. Mostly I was asexual at best. I had been with Chris’ father for six months and we’d only had sex three times, the third being the charm. He left me when he found out I was pregnant, and that was fine since I was perfectly secure in my ability to raise a child on my own.

During the nine months I was pregnant, I went to school. After having Chris, I got a job as an office assistant and went to school for computer networking. Now I pulled down eighty thousand a year keeping a small company connected to all its customers and employees. In the time since Chris’ birth I’d not met a man I felt drawn to. I basically felt no sexual desire at all. I simply wanted to raise my daughter and play with my computers.

Now, all this is not to say I never masturbated. I had from time to time, but I wasn’t very sexual at all.

Three weeks after coming out to me, my daughter called me into the bath room. “Teach me how to shave my legs, Mom,” she said, looking up at me from the tub. It was strange seeing her in the bath, since she most often took a shower.

“Aren’t you a little young? I mean, you really only need to do that if your leg hair shows, and yours is still blonde.”

I looked down at my little girl, five pounds overweight and cute as she could be with her chubby little cheeks. But then I found myself looking at her legs. I was tracing their lines from her ankle to her thigh. I glanced between her legs to see that there was as yet no visible hair.

I tore my eyes away, a little surprised at myself. I looked into her face to see her smiling at me. “But mine aren’t smooth like yours,” she whined.

And they don’t need to be till you have a girlfriend, I thought to myself. I still thought of her my little girl, such a typical parent thing, I suppose, but she wouldn’t stay a child forever. I decided that since she felt the time was right, I would go with it until I had reason not to. “Okay,” I finally agreed. I opened the cabinet under the bathroom sink and got her a fresh razor. This I handed to my little girl. “Get the shaving cream there and put some in your hand, then rub it on your legs.”

“No, you,” she said, giggling. She handed the can of shaving cream to me.

I remember wondering what the difference was as I took the can and expressed some of its contents into my hand. I took her leg and beginning with the ankle smoothed the cream up to her knee. I could not help but glance between her legs to see that she did have a small patch of blonde hair growing there. It was clearly visible now that I was closer. “All the way up, Mom!” she demanded. I wrinkled my forehead but continued smearing the cream up her thigh. I stopped short of the fold where her leg met her hip.

I took the razor from my daughter. “Now pay attention or you’ll cut yourself.” I pulled the razor along her leg carefully. “See, keep the blade from moving the long way and you’ll be safe.”

I handed the razor back to her and watched as she finished the leg. She handed me the can of shaving cream again and bent her other leg up. “Now this one.” I did as she asked, sitting back and letting her shave her other leg on her own. When she was finished she rubbed her legs and smiled happily. “Smooth,” she giggled.

She reached out of the tub and grabbed my hand, rubbing it on her lower leg. “See?” she said with a smile. I smiled back. She had such soft skin and it felt quite nice, freshly shaved. I noticed that her hand was still holding mine against her leg and she was slowly moving it up toward her thigh.

At the time I didn’t think much of it and simply took my hand away, seeing a bit of disappointment in her eyes — though again, I thought nothing of it.

It was not until later that night as I lay in bed that I found out how much my daughter’s shaving lesson had affected me. I could not sleep, and tossed for quite some time before realizing that the distraction which kept me awake was my libido. I was excited.

Somewhat annoyed, I rolled on my back and slid a hand between my legs. I would get this over with quickly. As a rule, my libido was more of a distraction than anything else.

As I lay rubbing my clit, feeling the familiar build of an orgasm, I found my thoughts turning to how smooth my little girl’s leg had felt, how flawless her skin was. I found myself wondering if the little patch of hair between her legs was softer than my own… wondering what would have happened if I had not pulled my hand from my daughter’s grip.

I came hard, harder than I can ever remember coming before. I rolled on my side and closed my eyes, ashamed. I’d brought myself to orgasm while fantasizing about my little girl. I couldn’t believe what I’d done. The guilt I felt was almost unbearable.

Another thought occurred to me. I wondered if my little girl had known what she was doing. She had always been a precocious child. It could have been possible that she was testing out her sexuality on me. Of course at the time I didn’t believe that, it seemed far too outlandish to even consider seriously. No, I turned it all in on myself. I felt there must be something wrong with me, that I was broken.

The next day I awoke, hardly remembering the night before. I showered and went to work like any other day. When I got home that night around six, I found Chris had cooked dinner. She had it set out on the dining room table with the lights low and candles burning. I set my briefcase down and joined her at the table.

“So what brought this on?” I asked as she scooped mac and cheese onto my plate. She then served me lima beans and mashed potatoes. To her, this was a feast fit for a queen. This meal served by my little girl was exactly that in my own mind, I suppose.

“I love you, so I made you dinner.” She served herself and sat down at the table, digging in right away.

“How was school today?”

“Dumb,” she said with a mouth full of potatoes. “Fiona and I got in trouble for talking in math class.”

“Yeah? Well you know you’re not supposed to do that.”

“Well, it doesn’t matter. I only had to stay after for fifteen minutes.” She served herself more potatoes. “I don’t have any homework, I got it all done before you got home,” she said, sounding a bit proud. I would still check it, but I rarely had to have her redo anything, so for the most part it sounded like we would have the night together.

“How was work, Mom? Oh it was fine, you know, computers broke, I fixed them,” I said after a long silence.

Chris looked a little embarrassed that she had not asked me about my day. She had obviously tried to make our dinner perfect. “It’s okay, hon.” I told her, trying to relieve some of the guilt. “But just remember, you should always ask how someone’s day is, even if you don’t care. It’s just polite.” She nodded her head.

We talked quite a bit while we ate. I asked her if she and Fiona, a friend she had found since coming out to me, was her girlfriend. She told me that she had a crush on someone else — but no matter how much I probed, she would not tell me who.

We spent the night watching television. I held my little girl close, like I so often did while we sat on the couch. I was really enjoying cuddling her, but then the shame from the previous night reemerged. Almost involuntarily I pulled away from Chris, but she held tight and tried to pull me back.

“What’s wrong?” I heard her little voice.

“Nothing, sweetie, I was just going to get something to drink.”

The trip to the kitchen and back gave me time to clear my head, so that when I got back to the couch I was able to snuggle up with my daughter without feeling dirty. We went to bed a little earlier than normal that night, and again I found myself tossing and turning, though this time from guilt and not sexual excitement.

I woke up ready to face the day. It was Friday, an easy day to face as a rule. I went to work starting to feel better about the fantasy I’d had about my little girl. It was just random thoughts during masturbation, and I should let it go as such.

Around three, Chris called to tell me she was going to stay with her friend Fiona until I got home. I told her to make sure to be home when I got there and hung up.

I made it through the day and headed home. I pulled into the drive and got out of the car, lugging my briefcase with me. I opened the front door to Chris’ smiling face. She immediately took my briefcase and handed me a glass of club soda. “Can we go out to dinner tonight?” she asked me right away.

I pushed into the house and sat down. After a sip of my soda I looked up at her. “Thanks, sweetie. Umm, where did you want to go?”

“Banana’s,” she said. She loved that restaurant. It was a nice place on the south side of Boulder. I agreed, and after finishing my club soda led her out to the car.

We didn’t talk much as we drove the ten minutes to Banana’s. Personally I was just dreaming about the weekend. I had things I had to do, but a few things I wanted to do.

We were led to our seat and the hostess took our drink order. “She’s pretty,” Chris said as the woman walked away.

“You like black girls?”

“Fiona is black,” she told me. I honestly didn’t know. I’d never met the girl.

“I thought you said that you liked someone else,” I said, teasing her.

“Yeah, but at first I liked Fiona, that’s how we got to be friends,” she confessed. “They have cute butts,” she giggled.

“Christina!” I laughed. “Well, I suppose they do,” I admitted.

We talked about such silly things right up until our food was brought to the table. “I did my homework at Fiona’s,” Chris told me. Her tone told me that she was lying, but she had the whole weekend to get it done so I let it go. I did find myself wondering, though, what it was that she’d done at Fiona’s that she didn’t want me to know about.

When we got home, I went to my office to check on the new server we’d just installed at the office. While I was working on that, Chris turned on the television and began searching through the channels.

When I finished checking out the new server, I joined my daughter in the living room. “I thought you were going to ask to spend the night with your friend when you called me today,” I said, half paying attention to the show.

Chris looked up and smiled. “I thought about having a sleepover here, but I wanna have it with you.”

“With me?” I asked, a bit surprised. “I’m an old lady, though.”

“Yeah, but you’re my best friend.”

Yeah, but? I thought to myself. “So you think I’m old, huh?” I teased.

“NO!” she laughed. “You’re not old, just older than me.” Chris began giggling. “Grandma’s old,” she added.

“So what then, I’m supposed to sleep on the floor in your room?” I asked. There was no way that’d happen, but I was teasing her.

“No, I’ll sleep in your room.”

“There isn’t room on the floor,” I told her.

“I knooow, Mom, jeez. I’ll sleep in your bed, like I do at Anna’s when I stay with her.”

That raised some questions in my mind. My daughter’s recent coming out made me wonder what she might have been doing on her sleepovers. I dismissed it, though. I remembered being a curious young girl at her age and the things my friends and I did. Gay or straight, I am sure she was experimenting with her girl friends.

“Okay, I guess we can have a sleepover,” I finally told her.

Chris wrapped her arms around me and kissed me on the cheek. “I’m gonna go change.” She jumped up and ran to her room. A few minutes later she came back wearing a tee shirt she’d stolen from me. She climbed up on the couch folding her bare legs under herself and letting the shirt ride up slightly. I could not help but look, seeing that she was wearing a pair of pink cotton panties.

We watched television for a while longer before Chris became impatient and dragged me off to my room. I changed into my own extra-long tee shirt. I didn’t bother going in the bathroom. I’d never been ashamed of my body in front of her, and it had translated into Chris not being ashamed of hers.

I turned off the light and lay down in bed. Chris was already under the covers. She kissed me on the cheek and rolled on her side, turning her back to me. I lay there staring up at the ceiling feeling her warmth next to me, and I have to admit it was quite nice.

Before long, Chris turned on her other side and draped her arm over my belly. I wrapped my arm around her and stroked her back absently while I lay there, enjoying the closeness I shared with her.

Chris’ little hand on my belly distracted me, and I faltered in stroking her. I looked down at my little girl, just barely able to make out her form in the darkness. I sighed and returned to my thoughts. It felt nice being stroked this way.

As I felt her hand moving slowly down my belly, I tensed. My clit tingled, and I suddenly felt very uncomfortable. I had never felt that way with Chris before, but something about this made me nervous.

I suppose she had been building her courage. Chris began tugging at my shirt until my panties were exposed and she could slip her hand under my shirt to rub the bare skin of my belly. Uncomfortable does not cover what I felt then. My mouth went dry. I swallowed hard and tried to deny the building sexual excitement I was feeling.

Stop her! I screamed in my mind when I felt her pinkie finger slip under the waistband of my underwear. It felt so good, though — being touched like this. I felt like I was being seduced, slowly, gently. I had to admit, I loved it, but it was wrong and I had to stop her.

I couldn’t stop her. No matter how much I wanted to, I couldn’t say anything. My curiosity had the better of me and I had to see where it was that my little girl was going with this.

I thought she might have been working her way down to my sex. I half expected her hand to rub over my pubic hair. It did not. In a sudden movement she reached up and cupped her hand around my breast. My blood ran cold and I gasped, “What are you doing?”

She stopped and moved her hand away. No wait, don’t stop, I pleaded silently.

“I love you, Mom,” she whispered. Her hand moved slowly around my belly button. I was breathing quick and shallow. The nipple of the breast she had cradled in her little hand was so hard that it pushed against my shirt uncomfortably.

Slowly, Chris slid her hand back up my chest and wrapped her fingers around my breast. I trembled with the shame of it, feeling tears welling up in my eyes, but no matter how wrong it was, I didn’t want to stop my daughter from continuing this seduction. But I had to.

“Little girls aren’t suppose to touch their moms this way,” I finally said with a trembling voice.

“Why not?” Her question was sincere.

“For one thing, I could get into trouble. But it’s just wrong, I’m your mom.”

“I won’t tell. I thought your first time was suppose to be someone you loved. I love you more than anyone else, so I want it to be with you,” she said, not pulling her hand away this time.

I was trying to move my arm to push her hand away, but I couldn’t. Instead I found myself reaching down and cupping her bottom with my hand. I wasn’t just letting her do this, now I was participating in it.

Chris drew closer to me, reaching across my chest and stroking my other breast. She ran her fingers over my nipples — hardening them, much to my embarrassment.

For all of the shame, though, I wasn’t stopping her. For as much as I knew this just had to be wrong, I could not stop her. I slipped my hand under her shirt and stroked her bottom, now only separated from her by a thin layer of cotton.

Chris sighed and pushed hard against my side. She moved her hand from my breast and down my belly until it rested on my panties, just above my mound. My sex was aching now. As much as I hated myself for it, I wanted her to touch me.

As she pressed against me, I felt her rocking. Feeling my little girl masturbating against my body sent a sudden shock of excitement through me. I found myself tensing, pressing into her crotch with each thrust of her hips.

“Baby, don’t make me do this,” I whispered.

“You want to stop?” she asked, sounding desperate.

I swallowed hard and looked at her for a long time, so long that she moved her hand away. Tears streamed down my face. “No, I don’t,” I said, just above a whisper.

No sooner than the words left my lips than her hand was back under my tee shirt and she was pushing it under the waist band of my panties. Her hand moved across my pubic hair and she folded her fingers around my mound.

I had not been touched by another person in years, but I don’t think I’d ever been this hot. I don’t remember any touch feeling so electric as hers did. There was something about my little girl cupping my sex that drove my desires like no one else ever could have. Her fingers spread around my clit, then she closed them back together as she slid them into my hole.

Was I gay? Was this what I’d always wanted? A woman? But she wasn’t a woman. She was my daughter, a child. A girl who was so young she didn’t even need a training bra. Could that have been it? Was it because she was a little girl?

Too many questions, when all I wanted was to feel more of her touch.

My head cleared a little when I felt her tugging at my panties. Instinctively, I lifted up so she could pull them off. She sat up and suddenly felt too far from me as she pulled my underwear off and threw them over me to the floor. Chris did not hesitate to take her own underthings off and toss them next to mine.

She crawled on top of me. She seemed to know what she was doing. She was clearly skilled in the art of seduction — but how? I wondered. How could a twelve-year-old girl know how to seduce a grown woman, not to mention her own mother?

Chris leaned in and pressed her lips against mine. She reached into my mouth with her small tongue and I closed my eyes, sinking into the kiss. God, it was erotic, feeling her small body on my own, feeling her lips against mine.

She reached down and pulled at my shirt, tugging it up until I had to move to get it off. I then slipped her top off, wanting to see her nakedness. I reached out and stroked her chest, playing with her nipples. I was too shocked by what was going on to be much of a lover. Not that I was skilled anyway, I simply didn’t have the experience — but I tried to touch her the way I liked to be touched. I ran my hands down her sides and around her hips to hold her bottom as she straddled my waist.

“Mommy,” Chris said. She was about to confess something she thought would make me upset, it was the only time she ever called me Mommy. “Don’t be mad, but I didn’t do homework at Fiona’s. She let me practice what I’d do on her. She told me what felt good and how to do stuff. She knows about sex stuff.”

“Did you, now?” I asked. She had practiced this. I wondered how long she’d been planning it, building me up to it. Then the memory of shaving her occurred to me. Had that been a part of this plan? Did she have me help shave her legs to plant some kind of seed?

“You’re not mad, are you?” she asked me quite sincerely.

“Of course not.” I wrapped my arms around my little girl and held her close, comforting her.

Finally she sat back up and began to rub my breasts. I was on fire for my daughter, hardly able to believe what it was that I was doing. Chris lay down and pushed herself between my legs. She hesitated only for a minute before leaning in and surrounding my clit with her little lips.

I gasped, hardly able to believe the expert attention she was giving to my sex. Where had she learned all of this? She suckled me, lapped at me and finally slid three of her fingers inside, causing me to moan loudly.

I writhed on the bed. I ached for her touch. Each plunge of her fingers sent waves through me. Finally in a single burst of orgasm I arched my back and screamed, pulling her closer, yearning for more of her hands and mouth.

When it subsided, I lay on the bed breathing deeply, my head spinning slightly and my skin tingly. I wanted to give my little girl this sensation. I wanted to make her feel what I’d felt.

Slowly I got up and eased the child onto her back, where I began planting little kisses up and down her body. I was unsure about this. I’d never done any such thing. I had wondered about it, like anyone else would, but never did anything to make it happen. I never thought for a moment that if I was with another female, it would it be my twelve-year-old daughter.

I’m sure I was far more nervous than my little girl. Slowly I worked my way along her body and down between her legs. I positioned myself so that I could cover her swollen sex with my mouth.

I sucked her clit into my mouth and ran my tongue across it. Chris moaned and twitched with each lick. I slid my pinky into her body and began moving it in and out to the rhythm of my lapping.

My daughter was breathing hard, clutching the blankets, my shoulders, my hair. She had lifted her legs slightly, making it easier for me to reach her vulva. I moved faster, adding more pressure with my tongue. Chris was moaning and gasping and finally she slammed her hands and feet to the bed, pushing her sex hard toward my face. “Oh!” she cried out. “Mom!”

My little girl relaxed to the bed once her orgasm had subsided. I crawled up to lie next to her, wrapping my arms around her and holding her tightly to me. I loved my little girl so deeply, I wanted to cradle her like this forever.

“My first time was with the prettiest girl in the world,” she whispered.

“When you practiced with Fiona?”

“That didn’t count, it was just practice. You’re my first.”

I closed my eyes and let myself drift at the edge of sleep. I thought I should feel ashamed, but I did not. I felt nothing but my love for my daughter.

I had never thought of myself as gay, and certainly never as a pedophile, yet this seemed so right to me. Whatever my little girl had originally set out to do, I don’t really know. What I do know is that the experience changed me. Perhaps I’m not gay, I don’t really feel an attraction to any women, but I feel an attraction to my little girl. This adventure has caused me to redefine myself a bit. I may or may not be a pedophile or a lesbian, but I am in love with my daughter, and that was all I really needed to understand.

The End

Sisters in Love

  • Posted on June 12, 2017 at 12:06 pm

By Cheryl Taggert

NOTE:  The following early story of mine was originally published at the now-defunct Sisters in Love website. I was given my own author page at that site by the SiL owner, and that was where many of my stories had resided, even those published elsewhere, such as at Nifty and Lesbian Lolita.

As many of you know, the owner of the SiL site eventually found religion and abandoned the site, putting in its place an exhortation to find God. I suppose this fact is evidence of how much religion can change a person. She had been consumed with fantasies about sisters having sex together since she was a teenager and watched two sisters kissing, or at least that was the story she told me, and I had, nor do I have, any reason to doubt her.

To my knowledge, this is the only story I published at SiL that did not appear anywhere else, and since I had kept no personal archives, I considered it lost in cyberspace forever. Then we discovered that someone out there had made electronic copies of the stories prior to the site’s dismantling. This led to our Other Sites archive, and JetBoy explained in a recent blog article how that developed. This story, however, is being published once again at the main Juicy Secrets site because, after all, I am both the author of this piece and part-owner of this website.

There was an original foreword to this story at the SiL site, but I won’t place it here since if you are reading this, you know what kind of imagination I have, along with the topic of my favorite fantasies. I spent most of that foreword defending the subject matter that permeates my stories. However, I did laugh at one thing: I used a pseudonym for Lisa’s sister, Rachel, since back then she had not given me permission to use her real name, not to mention she was still under eighteen at that time. As I’ve said – times, they do change!

So, here is the newly polished, long-lost story, which I have re-titled in honor of the dead website to pay homage to what once was a very stimulating repository for wonderful, lesbian-themed, incest-related erotica. And no, I did not know Lisa when I was sixteen years old. This entire story is pure fiction.


It is true that I am a lesbian. I admitted it long ago and recently found myself wondering what it would be like to enjoy sex with those whom I loved the most, my younger sisters, especially Tammy, the older of the two. It wasn’t until I was sixteen and had experienced touching and mutual masturbation with a friend, Lisa, that I found out how wonderful such an existence could be.

I was intrigued by the possibilities with my sisters, but a bit disconcerted by the label that surely accompanied such an act. Incest. It was such a taboo word. Ugly. Like rape or abuse and, in certain circles, lesbianism. But somehow these words just didn’t fit my image of what occupied my mind regarding my sisters. For one thing, I wasn’t wanting to control anyone or force anyone to do anything. Nor was I feeling that anything I could do would be categorized as abusive. My sisters, Tammy and Jenny, were very close to me. We had always been close, and even when I wanted to, I couldn’t control them or get them to do anything they didn’t want to do. In fact Jenny, the youngest, was the most stubborn of the three of us. So the very idea that I could “abuse” them was ridiculous. We loved each other. As it turns out, we loved each other in a way most people would find distasteful at best. But we are happy.

Trust me. If we ever did have any kind of erotic play, it wouldn’t be abusive. Loving, yes. Abusive? No way.

Perhaps I should explain how it came to be that we developed from loving sisters to LOVING sisters.

It was about ten years ago that it happened, when I was sixteen. I had been thinking these thoughts for a couple of months when the fantasy became a reality. And as it happened, I was not the one to begin the seduction. It was Tammy and Jenny who made the first moves. Since I am the oldest, how could that be abusive?

It all began when I was taking a bath and Tammy, who was fourteen at the time, entered the bathroom the three of us shared.

I was lying in the tub, enjoying the down time and the thoughts that were strolling through my mind. It wasn’t that I was horny exactly. I was just feeling, well, erotic. The warm water enveloped my body as I began to remember the time with my friend Lisa the night before. She had spent the night with me and we had fooled around, fingering each other and moving on to hump each other’s leg to orgasm, our usual method of mutual masturbation, but nothing more. Never anything more, it seemed. I was lying there in the water and wondering what it would be like to taste a girl. At that fateful moment, Tammy entered the bathroom. She needed to pee and couldn’t wait. Since we all three shared the one bathroom, I was used to this intrusion. Dropping her shorts and panties, Tammy sat on the toilet and began to talk while the sound of her pee splashed against the side of the bowl.

“Is Lisa gone home?” she asked.

“Yeah. She left about fifteen minutes ago. Why?”

“Just wondering,” she said, smiling slyly. I was immediately suspicious. I had seen that smile before. It meant Tammy knew something she wasn’t willing to tell, at least not without prodding. At fourteen, she could be a pest that way.

“What does that mean?” I asked, soaping my boobs. I noticed her eyes watching the movement of my bare hands as they soaped my larger titties.

“Oh, nothing,” said Tammy. The smile was still there, and as her older sister I worried that she may have something on me. Usually, when she said, “Oh, nothing,” she actually meant, “really something.”

“What do you know that you aren’t saying?”

“Oh, let’s just say I peeked into your room last night, and you weren’t exactly sleeping.”

It was obvious. She had seen me and Lisa together. There was obviously no reason to try to deny what had happened, her look said it all. I was caught.

“Are you going to tell?” I asked, suddenly afraid that she was setting up blackmail of her older sister.

“Maybe, maybe not.”

My little sister, true to form, was being enigmatic. I persisted.

“And what is THAT supposed to mean?”

“Well, it depends.”

“On what?” I asked, expecting something like I have to clean her room or do some other chores normally reserved for her.

“On if you’ll tell me about it or not.”

Now I understood. Tammy was curious and perhaps wanted to try it. I was not surprised really. She is, after all, my sister, and I was the girl incapable of going a day without a thousand sexual thoughts.

“Is that all? You just want me to tell you about it?”

“Well…. yeah.” She was hesitant to admit she was wanting to try it, but she was always the transparent sister. She couldn’t hide her thoughts if her life depended on it.

I realized she was still sitting on the toilet with her panties down below her knees. Her legs were spread, and I could see her downy slit, covered in her sparse, almost invisible, light blond hair. I looked up and noticed that her little nipples were beginning to show themselves through her cotton tee-shirt since she wasn’t wearing a bra. My God, she’s horny, I thought to myself. I felt myself getting warmer… everywhere.

“Well,” I began. “If I do tell you, you have to promise never to tell.”

At this point she would have promised anything. “Okay, I won’t tell Mom or Dad. I promise.”

I realized the omission. “What about Jenny? You can’t tell her either.”

“Too late. She saw you and Lisa too.” Her smile was enough to make me realize I’d been had.

Now I WAS nervous. Jenny, being only twelve at the time, would be harder to convince not to tattle. It occurred to me she may have already done so. Tammy read my thoughts. “She hasn’t told. I convinced her not to.”

“How’d you do that?”

“I told her I’d get you to tell us all about it.”

This was new. “US?”

“Yeah. If you’ll include her in your little story time, she won’t tell either.”

I was suddenly getting very horny despite my nervousness. This was sort of my own fantasy coming true. My sisters seemed to be willing to become involved in my sexual life. Could this be leading to even more? I was curious to discover if it would. I didn’t want to “seduce” my sisters, but they seemed to be trying to seduce me. I swallowed hard and felt the lump in my throat subside just a bit.

“Where is she?”

“In our room. She’s waiting to hear from me.”

“Are Mom and Dad gone yet?” My parents had been getting ready for work when I had started my bath. We were home for the summer vacation.

“Yes,” said my younger sister, grinning in the knowledge that she and Jenny had succeeded in their little “plan” for hearing how I got started with girl-girl sex. The house was ours since we were alone.

I made my decision. Not a difficult one to be sure, and I understood that it had been made the moment she had asked me to tell them about my night with Lisa. “Call her.”

“Jenny!” Tammy called out.

“Yeah?” we heard Jenny answer.

“Get your ass in here! She’s gonna tell us.”

I warmed the bath with more hot water while we waited for little Jenny to enter our mutual bathroom as well as what would become our mutual secret.

“Really?” Jenny asked when she had entered. She looked over at Tammy sitting on the toilet with her panties down around her ankles then at me in the bath. She had seen both of us naked before, plenty of times really, but there was something decidedly different about the way she was looking at us now. It was the same way Tammy had been looking at me since she had entered the bathroom. Now I realized what that difference was. They were both horny and were noticing me for the first time… noticing me sexually. I could feel the moisture between my legs increase. This could definitely be fun, I decided.

I took a deep breath and spoke up. “Okay. I will tell you everything, but ONLY if you don’t tell Mom or Dad — EVER!!!”

Jenny grinned. There was excitement in her eyes. “I promise.”

“First, tell me how you caught me.”

Tammy responded, telling how it happened that my most private moments were discovered. “I heard some moaning when I went past the door to your bedroom. I knew right away what was happening. I listened at the door for a couple of minutes and finally eased it open just a crack. By that time Jenny had seen what I was doing and had joined me. We watched you two humping each other. We saw you shudder really hard, and I took Jenny back to our room and explained that you had had an orgasm. She knows what they are, but she hasn’t had one yet.”

“Are you sure Mom and Dad didn’t notice what was happening?” I was still nervous that they might know something, especially since my sisters had caught me so easily. How difficult would it be for my parents to have heard?

“No. They were already in bed. I think they were fucking in fact,” said Jenny, a gleam in her eye at her use of the forbidden word.

I looked at my sisters. Both of them were staring at me, waiting for the details. Jenny was still in her pj’s.

Tammy was still in a tee shirt and her panties. Well barely, since those were gathered in a heap around her ankles.

“Okay, Lisa and I have been lovers for a couple of months now. We were talking about sex one night and Lisa asked if I ever masturbated when I was horny. We both admitted we did. Then the next thing you know, we were masturbating ourselves. No touching of each other at first. Just doing ourselves. Soon, one of her hands eased over and touched my thigh, up near my pussy. The feeling was fantastic. It was so different from touching myself. Even though she was just touching my leg, the touch was electric. I enjoyed that feeling, and decided she probably wouldn’t mind if I touched her thigh too. So I did. Her moans increased when I did that. We were lying side-by-side and her hand began to inch upwards towards my pussy. I was rubbing my clit and I could feel my skin responding to her touch. Soon her hand was at the crook where my leg and pussy meet. I was sure she could feel my pubic hair. I did the same, moving my hand to the same area on her. She squeezed the area there; I did the same. On we went, me copying her movements. Then she just turned and we dropped all pretense. We were hot for each other. Our hands sought out each other’s pussy. We began finger-fucking each other, lying close together, and we began kissing too. Soon, we began to hump each other’s thighs. Now that is our favorite way to do each other.”

“Have you ever….” Tammy began slowly, not sure how to say what was on her mind. I had been involved in my own story, not really noticing my little sisters. Now I saw that Tammy and Jenny had both been busy. Tammy now had her legs spread and her hand was in her lap, touching herself, not frantically, just enough to keep her pussy simmering. Jenny was rubbing her little pussy through the thin material of her pj’s. I could see through the material enough to notice that she was not wearing panties, but she rarely did for bed unless she was on her period, which had only begun a couple of months ago.

“Have I ever… what?” I asked, thinking I might know the question, but wanting to hear it said.

“…. eaten a pussy before?” Tammy finished, blushing. I decided it was definitely time to try it. Her hand increased its urgency. Jenny was watching Tammy, her eyes moving with the tiny movements of her sister’s hand.

“No,” I answered. “I take it neither of you have ever done anything with another girl?”

My own hand, almost without a thought from me, had begun exploring my throbbing clit. I was slippery wet, and not from the water. I was completely slick from my juices.

Tammy’s eyes followed my hand to its destination. She watched as her breathing increased, matching the gentle rhythms of her own touches. I decided to perform for both my sisters as Jenny turned her attention to me as well. My hand began its trained motions. My index finger entered my soft canal, coating itself with my juices. I leaned back, my left hand joining my right, and I began to masturbate for my little sisters.

I looked over and now Jenny had her pj’s down below her knees just like Tammy’s panties. She was playing with her little clit, which was swollen between her nearly bald, puffy lips. I could see the moisture there and the pinkness of her most private skin. Tammy was beginning to really get busy with her pussy. She had more hair around her cunt than Jenny did, but it was still very sparse. Jenny had a tiny growing patch of soft hair, so thin I could still see the bare skin of her pussy mound beneath it.

The sight of my baby sister’s pussy was too much for my over-sexed brain to handle. I felt my climax start deep inside my pussy and begin to work itself outward to the rest of my body.

I arched my back, and my two sisters watched in amazement as I came in front of them for the second time, but certainly not for the last time in our lives. I moaned and panted out the intensity of it. But it was far from enough. I had decided to taste Tammy’s pussy first, then Jenny’s.

I got up finally and squatted before Tammy’s heavenly, down-covered lips. She was glassy-eyed with her arousal. Jenny left her small chair and positioned herself on the floor to watch. I moved in and glued my lips to my younger sister’s pussy. It tasted wonderful, better than I had imagined in fact. She instantly responded. Her back arched, moving her pussy into my lips. I tongued that hard nub that was usually enfolded within her pussy, but which was now a firm button that was reaching for my tongue and lips. I could feel Jenny’s head hovering. I looked up. She was fascinated, aroused, rubbing her own little pussy. I could hear the squishiness of it. I reached up and kissed her passionately on the lips. She returned the kiss ardently. Her lack of experience was touching, her movements tentative. I stuck out my tongue and she tasted her sister on my mouth. I offered Tammy’s pussy to her. She hesitated for only a second and then plunged her face between Tammy’s thighs just as Tammy moved to the floor, placing her face at my pussy and beginning to lick me. I pulled Jenny to me. Soon we were in a delightful daisy chain. Finally, Tammy came, bucking against Jenny’s cum-smeared face. I then had the pleasure of giving Jenny her first orgasm. She was shocked by the sudden feelings that seemed to slam her body. Finally, I had my second orgasm, my third since the night before, rocking my hips against Tammy’s face.

Finally, we lay back to catch our breath. Then I looked at each of my little sisters.

“I guess you know this changes everything about our relationship?” I said to them.

“Isn’t that great?” Tammy said, smiling.

“I’ll say,” said little Jenny, exhausted and licking her lips to taste her sister’s juices on them.

“I think I agree,” I answered, thinking about the many nights and remaining summer days without our parents home that we would have together, and wondering how long ago we could have started this shared pleasure. “In fact, I know I do.”

*****

Well, that is my story of me and my sisters. We are older now, of course. And we live together as a loving threesome. My parents still don’t suspect anything, thinking we are just together for financial reasons. Roommates. We are more than that, of course. We are lovers. It is a double taboo, being both lesbians and sisters in a loving incestuous relationship. But we don’t care. The world can kiss our asses, for all we care.

In fact, that might even be fun.

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Erotic Treasures Unearthed

  • Posted on June 11, 2017 at 12:40 pm

By JetBoy, Site Archivist

Like a vine in the forest primeval, Juicy Secrets continues to change and grow. We who run the joint are always seeking ways to make this site better, and our latest development has us giddy with glee. Feeling curious yet? Read on, readers…

A few months after the initial unveiling of Juicy Secrets, we made the decision to begin archiving our favorite stories from the Lesbian Lolita site (more commonly known as Leslita), compiling the best of their best. So far, we’ve assembled seventy-six of their works — some of them brief, some lengthy, each a jewel of lesbian fiction.

In the months that followed, we posted several stories that hailed from other sites: three from our erotic comrade Rachael (aka DirtyMindedMom) that originally appeared at her own blog, then an older tale from the Nifty Archive entitled “The End of August.” Not knowing where else to put these, we opted for the Guest Authors page in both cases.

However, we recently gained access to a treasure trove of lesbian fiction that was thought to be lost for good… and this little windfall has prompted us to add a brand new corner to our site, earmarked for stories we borrow from any place other than Leslita. So now there are two different pages to visit in our archive of quality erotic works. It’s even more of Juicy Secrets to love!

Now — about that “pleasure chest” of sexy stories we’ve laid hands on…

When we posted our two-year anniversary blog entry just over a month ago, reader Jean left a comment that favorably compared Juicy Secrets to the long lost Sisters in Love site.

Okay, now it’s time for a little history. Sisters in Love was founded by a Portuguese lesbian named Jan, who had long entertained sexual fantasies for a sister, despite being an only child. In what was no doubt an attempt to deal with these secret longings, she set up Sisters in Love and began posting her own stories there, as well as those of others, almost all of them based on — yep, you guessed it — the theme of lesbian love between sisters.

The site developed a modestly-sized but extremely devoted following, and built up an impressive library of stories — including fiction from both Cheryl and myself.

Then one day, fans of the site were shocked and saddened to find the entirety of Sisters in Love removed, nothing remaining but a letter from Jan announcing that she’d found religion, seen the error of her ways and repented, entreating the Blessed Virgin for forgiveness. And that, dear friends, was that.

Now we return to the comment from our reader Jean that I mentioned above, fondly remembering SiL.

Cheryl and I both replied with wistful comments of our own, mourning the loss of so many fine stories when Jan pulled her vanishing act. Then Jean claimed to have a backup of the site — a revelation that damn near knocked your humble servant out of his chair.

The next day, Jean sent that backup file our way.

I’ve been working my way through the delights of Sisters in Love for a few weeks, picking out the gems that gleam brightest. You’ll be seeing these in the months to come, posted in a steady stream on our shiny new Other Sites page… as well as a story written by Cheryl that she thought was gone for good!

2017 is turning out to be a lousy year for a lot of reasons, but it’s been nothing short of fantastic for Juicy Secrets — and the unearthing of the SiL library may be our biggest and best score to date. We hope you good people are thrilled to pieces — or at least poised to get your collective rocks off!

Finally, our most heartfelt thanks are offered to Jean for backing up the site in the first place — and for selflessly sharing its contents with us. We raise a glass of noble vintage in your direction, dear friend.

How My Niece Juli Came To Be My Vixen, Chapter 12

  • Posted on June 10, 2017 at 1:51 pm

By Openmindedwoman

The atmosphere was pretty quiet as four well-satisfied young girls nibbled at bits of late breakfast, then retreated to other activities.

Amy and Kim-Ly played a card game, while Juli and Tracy sat side by side on the bean bag chair with Juli brushing out Tracy’s long dark silky hair and giggling soft comments into her ear. I saw Tracy turn wide-eyed toward Juli from time to time, and I imagined she was hearing a few bits of juicy secrets about what had taken place in town that morning.

Anita and I stood together sipping coffee in the open kitchen of the cabin, from where the girls were visible. All were wearing panties and t-shirts now, looking relaxed, but still showing signs of youthful energy.

“Aren’t we lucky at how they seem to be so at ease with all this?” I offered.

“Oh, wow, yes,” Anita answered. “I have to admit I was a little nervous, especially about Kim-Ly. Amy had been so confident that Tracy would be on board with it, but then you never know just how someone new to such naughty pleasures might respond. Still, do you think some of this could be a little too much?”

I admitted that I’d thought about that too, but assured my friend that the girls had all seemed extremely excited to do the taboo things they’d done with us. In fact, her daughter and my niece had often been the sexiest, naughtiest leaders in many of our erotic activities. I also reminded her that we both do truly love and care for our youngsters, and we make sure they always feel that love from us, while learning to have confidence in just how delightful the pleasures of their young bodies can be.

Then I told Anita that there might be an interesting test of those boundaries with the guest who would soon be joining us. I explained to her that a darker side of me had emerged with this particular girl, more because of how I perceived her submissive manner than my own desire for dominance, and that I never went beyond what seemed to be truly arousing to her sexual side.

“Still,” I said to her, “I am a little worried that those kinds of things might seem, well, quite different to the girls.”

“Leslie, umm… I don’t know… my only experience with that has been in stories I’ve read and the occasional video I’ve watched. But I can understand how some women or girls might feel the need to be pleasure providers, givers, and get turned on by being commanded a little bit, instead of taking the lead.”

“Exactly,” I nodded. “So, I hope we can provide some new experiences to fill our beautiful young vessels a little further with their understanding of the varieties of sexual excitement.”

It wasn’t long before the sound of a car driving up and then a soft knock on the front door got everyone’s attention. I opened the door and gestured for Rebecca to step inside the cabin. She wore sandals, a cutoff denim skirt that hung about six inches below her butt, a thin blue tank top, and — a black velvet collar around her neck that said “Leslie’s” in pink script, which matched the color of her fingernails, her toenails, and a bow that was tied in her hair, holding back a saucy ponytail.

I complimented the seventeen-year-old on making herself so pretty for us that way. Standing in the center of the room with her hands clasped in front of her, she blushed as she mumbled, “Thank you, Miss Leslie.”

“Everyone, this is my special friend, Rebecca. She lives in town and has worked at the library in the summertime for a number of years. That’s where she and I met originally.”

I walked around her as I spoke, tugging playfully at her ponytail and patting her on the bottom. “She has come here to entertain us this afternoon, and I know she is anxious to meet a few of you as well. Rebecca, you met my niece Juli in town. The girl she’s sitting with is Tracy. This is my friend Anita, and her daughter Amy is over there with Tracy’s little sister, eleven-year-old Kim-Ly. They’re all lovely girls, aren’t they, Rebecca?”

My teenage pet nodded as she glanced at each of them, before letting her gaze linger on Anita, wearing shorts and a gauzy blouse, but no bra. I saw her eyes widen a bit as she stared at the woman’s full heavy breasts.

Although it was clearly evident from the way Rebecca’s nipples firmly protruded through her tank top, I stopped in front of her and asked, “Did you do as I requested and get rid of your bra, my dear?”

“Yes, Miss Leslie, I did.” Her voice was barely audible.

“Show us.”

Rebecca looked up nervously, and glanced back and forth at me and the others. I nodded, tilting my head toward her. A small smile quivered at the sides of her mouth as she peeled off the top, handing it to me. Her erect nipples seemed to surge, pointing just a little towards the outsides of her pert teen tits.

“Very nice, my pet.”

After turning her slowly around to let everyone see, I hooked a finger under Rebecca’s black velvet collar and gently pulled her face to mine. She tilted her mouth up to me, closing her eyes, and I felt her lips moving hungrily as my tongue probed hers. We shared a long, open kiss, with moaning and heavy breathing, with tongues sliding back and forth, heads tilting this way and that, until the abundant wetness dripped from our mouths onto her chest. I stood back and scooped a bit onto my fingers, sliding it upwards over her tits and around her nipples until they shone with it.

I noticed that the younger ones were starting to stroke and caress each other as they watched, and I suggested that since our guest had been so nice as to show herself to us, perhaps we should do likewise. I heard Rebecca’s intake of breath as all four girls happily took off their t-shirts. Then I walked her over to where Amy and Kim-Ly were sitting.

“Amy’s are much like yours, aren’t they, Becks?” I said. “Except Amy’s might be just a little bit larger, hmmm?” She nodded. “And look at the darling Kim-Ly, who is just so ready to sprout. But never fear. Her dark eraser-tip nipples are every bit as sensitive, aren’t they, Kim-Ly?”

The strikingly beautiful youngest one giggled and nodded to us, using both hands to tug at her stiff nipples, while I stood behind Rebecca, reaching around to cup and fondle her for the girls to see. After a few moments, we moved on toward Juli and Tracy in the bean bag chair.

“You saw Juli’s this morning, my pet, but now you get to see a delightfully different pair, Tracy’s. Wouldn’t you like to taste them?”

Tracy stood up and stepped forward without hesitation, her cone-shaped titties firmly jutting outward, as if begging for the tongue I offered. I felt a shudder in Rebecca’s body as she leaned forward and licked first one small brown tit, then the other, closing her mouth over Tracy’s nipples and pulling, then bobbing her head to take more, then pulling back to the end of her nipple.

The room was supercharged with erotic energy with each new “introduction” of Rebecca’s body close up. When we got to Anita, who had removed her blouse to free her full round breasts, Rebecca licked her lips and began to caress her own nipples.

I held her back a step. “It seems to me that you are just a bit overdressed, Becks,” I intoned. “I can see that you are very much intrigued with my lovely friend Anita, but first you will take off that skirt.”

Rebecca quickly unsnapped the waistband and let her skirt drop to the floor. She stepped out of it, left in nothing but her sandals and the tiniest thong panties.

“Such a good girl you are today, my sweet.” I slapped her on the ass, one smack, not hard, but enough for the sound to be heard. “You remember how much I adore your naked bottom, and you chose to show it off, didn’t you?”

“Oh, yes, Miss Leslie,” she responded, wiggling it and reaching back to feel her own round bottom. “I remember.”

“I see that even though you are wearing a very small thong, my dear, you have some beautiful brown curls decorating your pussy. Most of the rest of us are pretty bare, aren’t we?”

I glanced around at the other girls, who nodded in reply to my statement. They were watching this performance wide-eyed while caressing themselves and each other. Then I said, “Bring me your panties, Becks.”

By this time I had taken off most of my own clothes, leaving them on the floor. I was sitting in the middle of the couch, clad only in my panties. Anita sat on an arm of the couch, topless, holding her slightly dripping breasts in her hands and licking the drops of milk from her fingers as they formed, slowly but repeatedly.

The obedient Rebecca stripped out of her little panties and brought them to me. I hung them on my left nipple as a decoration and cupped my mound, which was already beginning to dampen from the naughty behavior of my willing teenage servant.

“Whose pet girl are you, Becks?”

“I’m YOUR pet girl, Miss Leslie.

“Whose pussy is that under those sweet brown curls, Becks?”

“It is YOUR pussy, Miss Leslie, whenever you want it.”

Another quick look around the room revealed some giggles, some whispering, and lots of hands inside panties, moving sensuously. I let my eyes run up and down Rebecca’s slim nude body, then reached out toward her.

“Spread,” I simply said, and she immediately moved her feet wider apart.

My hand gripped her vulva, and I heard a sharp intake of breath from the girl as I dragged one finger upwards between her moist lips. I combed the muff above her slit with my fingers, tugging slightly, feeling the texture.

“So soft, my darling. Do you like the way it feels when you masturbate?”

Blushing, she answered almost inaudibly, “Yes, I do.”

“You do what? Tell the girls what you it is you like.”

Rebecca turned her head towards the girls and croaked, in a louder voice, “I like the feel of my pussy hair when I masturbate.”

“I think they might want to feel what it is like for themselves, my dear, since most of us here have very little, or none. They’re so accustomed to feeling smooth bare skin around their sexy young lips. Go to each of them and let them feel you.”

Rebecca strode across the room, not hiding her nakedness in any way. I could tell from the wetness in my palm that she was extremely aroused by being made to do such naughty things in front of the girls, yet her eyes continued to linger on Anita’s body as she went.

She stopped in front of Juli and Tracy first, taking a wide and inviting stance. They both reached out eagerly to feel her, their fingers exploring as they touched her together and looked at each other with excited eyes.

“Is she wet, my darlings?” I asked them, and after more probing movements of their hands, they nodded vigorously.

“Wipe some of it onto your beautiful girl tits, and then, when you’re ready, you might want to show Rebecca what you look like without your panties as well.”

Juli and Tracy were happy to comply, coating their nipples with juice from Rebecca’s pussy, then slipping out of their panties and sitting with their legs spread wide open for her.

“Do you like seeing their young pussies, Becks? They look like you looked when I first met you, don’t they?”

She nodded without saying anything.

“All right, time to move on,” I told her. She moved to stand in front of Amy and Kim-Ly, who had already stripped themselves bare.

“I didn’t hear your answer, my horny wet girl. When you wear the collar, don’t forget whose slut you are.”

“Yes, Miss Leslie. I, umm… I do love seeing their smooth young pussies, without any hair. It gets me very excited.”

Kim-Ly was actually trembling a little, looking nervous, but Amy held her and whispered to her as they both reached out to comb and caress the teenager’s soft brunette muff and then probe between her labia with their fingers. Rebecca stood with legs spread wide, visibly shaking, her body churning with lewd excitement as an eleven-year-old girl and a thirteen-year-old girl groped her sex.

In the meantime, I had removed my panties and began caressing my swollen pussy lips. When Rebecca turned towards me again, I beckoned once, and she quickly crossed the room.

“Sit,” I commanded, after turning her to face away from me. She slumped onto my lap with her legs spread wide across my thighs, open to all.

“You have been such a naughty obedient girl, sweet Becks, just as I like you to be. So, I have a little reward for you. Would you like to taste the milk you’ve seen seeping from Anita’s full woman tits?”

I heard a little gasp as she nodded and mumbled, “Yes, yes… oh, please may I taste her milk?”

Anita grinned as she stepped forward, now naked as well, and stood in front of us. Leaning over, she placed her hands on the back of the couch, then moved her shoulders in a teasing way, her heavy breasts swaying back and forth in Rebecca’s face. I heard a moan from the girl as she trembled on my lap.

“No hands, Becks,” I ordered. “Use your fingers to open your soaked pussy for the younger ones to see. Show them how an older girl fucks herself.”

Juli, Amy, Tracy and Kim-Ly all edged in closer, kneeling on the floor near us with an clear view of Anita’s round ass and Rebecca’s pussy just above my own. Anita leaned in more as she continued to sway, so that her nipples slid back and forth across Rebecca’s nose, and then went a bit lower, allowing the anxious girl to briefly capture one nipple, then the other, then the first again, and finally to latch on, mewing and gurgling as she suckled the aroused lactating adult.

“Is she fucking herself properly, Juli?” I asked. “Is she pushing her fingers deep inside her wet cunt?” Even as the words came out of my mouth, I realized I was reaching another level of arousal, and my dirty language showed it.

“Oh my god!!” Juli and Amy exclaimed at the same time. Then Juli added, “You should see her using three fingers inside, Aunt Leslie, fucking herself so deep and fast!”

“Have Kim-Ly put a finger in alongside Rebecca’s,” I croaked, my voice hoarse with the lust I felt.

It was obvious that my words, along with the addition of Kim-Ly’s finger, only urged my pet Becks further on. I heard moaning and slurping noises as she worked even harder on Anita’s tits, milk running out the side of her mouth, over her ribs and onto mine. Another minute went by, with increasing sounds of pleasure coming from all the girls, until Rebecca suddenly gave a shrill squeal, letting go of Anita’s nipple and throwing her head back against my shoulder.

“Goood girl!!” I praised, as she shook in my arms. “Come for me, darling pet. Make your pussy spasm for the girls. Make it flow all over your hand so they see how it drips when your teen cunt explodes. They can all see you, darling… they can all see you fucking yourself for them. You love it, don’t you… you love being their wicked naughty slut with your fingers deep inside your cunt!”

“Yes!! Yes!!” she cried, her eyes squeezed shut, her hot young body shuddering in climax.

I seldom would use such nasty words, especially in front of the girls, but I knew my pet Becks very well, what she liked — and I had also begun to lose some of my self-control, with my own heat growing as her shapely ass ground into the top of my mound.

She had barely stopped gasping for air when I moved my mouth to her ear and said, loud enough for the other girls to hear, “Now, wicked one, it is my turn… tongue.”

Rebecca first turned her face toward mine and opened her mouth, extending her tongue for me to lick and suck on with my lips. Drool fell onto my chest as we wrestled mouth against mouth for several moments. Then she slid from my lap onto the floor, crouching between my open legs.

As Anita stepped back, licking her lips while pinching and pulling her own nipples, I scooted forward a bit so that my rear hung just on the edge of the couch, and spread my feet as wide apart as I could. Making eye contact with Tracy and Kim-Ly while patting the couch served as an invitation, and the two sisters jumped up to squeeze in close to me, one on either side, their legs tucked under them.

“Juli and Amy, you come in closer too, little darlings.”

Smiling excitedly, the two knelt on the floor just inside each knee, flanking the older girl, their hands warm on my thighs. Looking at the eager young faces surrounding me, I told them, “I want you to learn a new lesson today, about using your tongue the way a beautiful sexy pet knows how to do.”

Already breathing harder, I used my fingers to spread the saliva that remained on my chest over my tits, coating them, making them slippery, feeling my nipples respond, growing firm under my touch. Then my hand caressed the side of Rebecca’s face, her ear, and her hair, gently signaling for her to begin.

She started with the insides of my upper thighs, one side and then the other, sucking just enough to pull the skin away a bit, enough to know that I could feel her mouth. Looking up into my eyes, then back at my cunt, the teen moved in a little more, her mouth covering the visibly taught tendon on either side of my crotch, licking it, licking the hollow spot just under it, letting little noises gurgle in her throat, showing her pleasure at giving pleasure to me.

“Oh… oh, look,” Kim-Ly said to no one in particular as Rebecca opened her mouth wide and lowered it directly over my vulva, covering it entirely.

I jumped a little and my belly clenched as the girl’s cheeks hollowed and moved. It was obvious that she was licking me, probing me, tasting and exploring all of my sex with her mouth and tongue. Panting with lust, I pulled the sisters’ legs open, cupping their bare young pussies with my hands, feeling them spread wide to accept my touch.

Rebecca pulled back just enough for everyone to see as her tongue moved slowly upwards, wide and flat, pushing my soaked, engorged pussy lips aside, then keeping them apart with her fingers to isolate my inner lips and the protruding tip of my clit.

“Yessssss…” I hissed, lifting my hips. “Just like that, good little pet. Fuck Miss Leslie’s cunt with your tongue.”

Gleefully, almost giggling, Rebecca continued working at it, sliding her warm wet mouth down to plunge her tongue inside my vagina, fucking me deeply, then licking upwards again, ending each move with a flick across the tip of my rosy clit.

I could hear Tracy and Kim-Ly moaning in excitement, and felt the girls pushing their little mounds up against my hands, begging for more. Although it was difficult to focus on anything but what Rebecca was doing to me, I managed to slip a finger inside each of them, fucking their sweet juicy pussies while I watched the teenager devour my cunt.

Sliding a bit lower, I pulled my knees back, tipping my hips upwards to expose myself totally. “Now, everywhere,” I gasped to Rebecca, and without hesitation my pet lowered her mouth to my bottom hole and licked, over and over, then buried her face in me, probing with her tongue, twisting and rimming until I could hardly stand the sensation.

Glancing quickly at Amy and Juli, I saw that their pretty faces were shiny with sweat, cheeks flushed, lips parted slightly as they panted in arousal. The movements of their bodies suggested they were probably masturbating, though I couldn’t tell for sure.

“Now, my fucking hot little slut girl,” I hissed at Rebecca, “make me wet you. Do it!”

With a nod, she moved upwards again, licking the sides of my slit, then captured my clit with her lips, closing over it, sucking, holding tight with pressure to tug it outward as her tongue lashed back and forth. At the same time, she slid two fingers into my vagina and curled them, scraping across the top of my inner walls, fucking me faster and faster, harder and harder — until I felt the storm surging up from deep inside and bucked my hips against her face.

“Ahhhhhh… godddd yesssssssss… ahhhhhhh… fuckkkkkkkk!!!”

I felt a jolt, a sudden spasm, and held my legs wide apart, screaming in ecstasy while sprays of juicy girl cum squirted out onto Rebecca’s face and into her hand, dripping onto the floor.

There were crazed sounds from the younger girls as they watched this happen not just once, but a second time and then a third time, witnessing a spectacle that perhaps they’d heard of but never seen — a woman squirting again and again from her pussy as her lover licks and sucks and fingers her.

At last I was spent, though my pet seventeen-year-old beauty would not let go until I finally pushed her away, trying to catch my breath and allow my body to relax, closing my eyes to rest while wiping tears of passion from my cheeks. Around me I heard sighs and moans and murmured expressions of amazement.

After partially regaining my composure, I opened my eyes and half whispered, half spoke, “Anyone else? She’s very, very good.”

Juli, of course, my ever-naughtier precious Juli, eagerly nodded. With Kim-Ly getting up to make room for her, Juli plopped next to me on the couch and spread her slender legs.

I reached over to caress my darling niece’s smooth bare mound. “Here she is, Becks. What are you waiting for?”

Obediently, and with glazed eyes, Rebecca moved between Juli’s thighs and began licking, following a progression much like what she’d done for me. Juli had been rubbing herself the whole time she was watching, apparently, as it didn’t take long at all for her to scream out in orgasm, unafraid of who might hear.

While Juli recovered, Amy sat down beside her, spreading her legs. Rebecca quickly moved to the next one, diving into Amy’s labia, licking furiously, probing with her tongue, and hungrily swallowing.

Amy’s orgasm soon overtook her. Tracy was next in line, with the youngest, Kim-Ly, trying her best to squeeze in next to her. The sisters clutched at each other, kissing deeply and wetly while Rebecca pried the Asian girl’s darker lips open and began licking her.

As I stood up to provide more room for them on the couch, I asked, “How do you like the taste of such young pussy, Becks?”

She looked up at me, a glow in her cheeks — or was it the sheen of girl pussy juice? “I love it,” she grinned. “I love each one. They’re all so different, all so smooth and bare and… ”

“… and so naughty, so eager to learn about sex, aren’t they, just like you when you were so young.” I finished her sentence for her, and she nodded, then went back to work on Tracy.

Anita was standing nearby, naked and masturbating while she watched the action. I stepped over to her and perched on the arm of the couch, reaching a hand between her legs to feel her wetness.

“Mmm,” she sighed, moving closer to me. Her breasts were in front of my face. I flicked my tongue over a nipple, tasting the milk that oozed from the tip.

“She ate your pussy like a pro,” Anita smiled, nodding toward Rebecca, “and she doesn’t seem to want to stop.”

“You’re right, my little slut girl totally loves pussy. She can never get enough.”

Just as I was saying that, Tracy started coming. Anita and I watched the slim thirteen-year-old cry out, throwing her head back, while Rebecca sucked and fucked her. I shoved two fingers into Anita’s cunt. She was very wet, hot and slippery inside.

Anita groaned in pleasure, and I felt her hips begin to roll, faster and more urgently — especially as we saw Rebecca finally move down to the youngest child, Kim-Ly. The teenager licked and sucked and panted and gulped and bobbed her head rapidly, her tongue lashing at the tiny girl’s barely pubescent smooth pussy.

Tracy held her little sister close, nuzzling and kissing her and giving her encouragement, while fondling Kim-Ly’s flat chest, plucking at her pointed nipples. Beside them on the couch, Juli and Amy were kissing deeply, hands working between each other’s legs. It was an orgy of underage lesbian sex.

“Ohhh my god, they’re all so HOT like that!” Anita exclaimed, cradling her tit and pushing it into my mouth. “Do it, lover, suck me hard! Fuck me and make me come!”

Rebecca took Kim-Ly’s thin legs in her hands, pushing them up and back, then drove her tongue deep into the girl’s puckered star, while at the same time rapidly strumming two fingers over her clitty.

Kim-Ly wailed and lifted her hips up, then down, then up again, straining to contain all these new feelings. Tracy urged, “That’s right, my little meo con, come for me! Let go!” She covered her sister’s mouth with her own and the girls locked themselves in the pleasure moment as Kim-Ly burst into climax.

“Fuck yeah!!!” Anita cried.

I tasted a renewed flow of warm milk from my totally aroused friend and felt her inside channel grow even more slippery. In a flash my fingers were coated with the hot goo of woman orgasm and she pulled me tightly against her, skin to skin while she came.

Long, quiet moments went by before Rebecca crawled over to sit before me, on her knees, like a cat waiting to be praised. I leaned down and took her face in my hands, pulling it toward me, licking the mixed tastes of all those girls from her cheeks. We kissed, and the tangy fluids she had licked and swallowed were still evident in her mouth.

Coming up for air, I whispered, “You were spectacular, my beautiful pet. And I see you have a strong desire for smooth young bare pussy along with older woman pussy… isn’t that so?”

As she smiled and nodded, I drew her to her feet, enfolding her in a warm hug. We kissed once more, tenderly, and then our foreheads rested on one another’s, fingers tracing arms, shoulders, ribs, breasts, cheeks, wherever we could reach to softly caress, letting each other know that it was all okay, that what we had done was equally desired, and that surely it would happen again.

By then, it was late in the afternoon. Rebecca told us she had to go soon, that she was expected to join her mother and father for dinner that evening with her grandparents. She got dressed, then said goodbye to everyone, sharing hugs and kisses. As she was heading out the door, I reminded her to take off the velvet collar before seeing her family. She nodded and giggled, blowing me a kiss.

After she departed, the ensuing discussion took many turns, from Rebecca’s self masturbation for us to watch, to her obedience and submission, to the amazing oral pleasure the girls had all received, as well as the many earlier things our “girls’ club” experience had brought us in the past day and a half.

With solemn pledges that nothing of this was to be shared with anyone except ourselves, ever, cross our hearts and hope to die, we all joined in cleaning up and packing up before beginning the long trek back into a more restrained world. What we’d done was a secret, but the secret was ours. Winks and knowing grins and sly licking of lips would abound when we were in places where we couldn’t talk openly, and always the thought that there would be new adventures lay firmly in our minds.

Chapter 13 is coming soon!

Tabitha’s Initiation, Part One

  • Posted on June 9, 2017 at 5:45 pm

In the Hayloft

By Amy K.

{ This story was originally posted at the now-defunct Sisters in Love }

It was the summer of my eighteenth year, and I was once again spending my summer vacation with my cousin Samantha. This year we were staying at her parents’ place, which was a little farm out in the middle of nowhere. It was a nice enough place, with many wooded areas that two girls could lose themselves in, and the nearest town was only about a fifteen-minute drive away.

It was also the summer that Samantha’s little sister Tabitha turned fourteen. She seemed to be more on her mother’s side of the family, unlike her sister, and was nowhere near as adventurous either. To my knowledge, the girl’s experimentation with sex had been limited to solitary pursuits late at night. But this summer, that was to change.

June and July passed fairly uneventfully that year. The summer had been a rather annoyingly cool and rainy one, so Samantha and I barely found the time to “be together” except for after bedtime. It was a little frustrating, though, for we both had looked forward to taking a little camping trip a short distance away. We were looking forward to being able to truly let go, but with the rain, and the fact that we were told we’d have to take Tabitha along, we were forced to change our minds. So, we spent a lot of time being good, which was a bit of stretch for Samantha and I.

Finally, though, on one of the few pleasant days that summer, luck was on our side. That day, Tabitha was off visiting a friend who lived a few miles away, and her and Samantha’s parents had gone into town for lunch before heading off to some auction or other. This left my cousin and I all alone to look after things for several hours, and we planned on taking advantage of it…

*****

Just after her parents’ car pulled out of the driveway, and out onto the old dirt road that lead out to the highway, Samantha grabbed me by the hand. With a mischievous grin, she dragged me off towards the small barn a few yards away from the house.

It really wasn’t much. Mostly it was just a storage shed for farm equipment, with a few empty stalls where our grandparents once kept horses and a ladder up the small hayloft were my Uncle William kept rabbits.

I couldn’t help but giggle, my whole body tingling with excitement as I followed Samantha up the wooden ladder to where several dozen bales of straw and a blanket would serve as a more than adequate place to be naughty. I could almost feel my frustration building, my expectations overwhelming me. As a result, once I was standing before my cousin, there in the loft amongst several dozen voyeuristic rabbits, I simply lost control.

Without a word, I grabbed Samantha around the waist and, pulling her towards me, kissed her full upon the lips. She resisted for but briefest of seconds, and had to laugh at my sudden aggressiveness, but melted into me as my tongue invaded her mouth.

It felt so good to finally hold my beloved cousin in my arms, to run my hands over her back while I tasted her sweet lips. It seemed like an eternity since we were alone without the threat of parental interference, and we intended to make the best of our time together.

I sighed contentedly into Samantha’s mouth, running one of my hands down to the firm roundness of her ass, hugging my cousin as close to me as possible. She obliged me quite sincerely, by leaning forward into me as she surrendered to my desires.

I soon felt my cousin’s soft hands upon my tummy, sliding slowly up and under my T-shirt as I tried to undo her jeans with one hand. “You’re so insatiable!” she chuckled, pulling away for a moment as my pulse pounded in my ears.

“I can’t help it,” I said with a grin, my breathing becoming more haggard as my excitement built, “I’ve missed having you all to myself!”

“But what if someone should catch us, Amy?” teased Samantha as I dropped to my knees, pulling down her jeans and panties as I went.

I glanced up at her with a sly grin when I heard her words, and met her hungry gaze. “Then I guess we’ll just have to make it a threesome!” I giggled, and gave the toned, firmness of her thigh a gentle kiss.

Samantha chuckled softly, and moaned happily as she felt my hands moving up her legs as I kissed my way towards the dark red curls of her pubic hair. I made a bit of a show of seeming reluctant as I moved closer and closer to her waiting pussy. Once I had come within inches of it, I ran my tongue back down her inner thigh as I squeezed her calf muscles gently with both hands.

She reacted as I knew she would, her whole body quivering as she tried to remain standing and in control. I gave her thigh a playful nibble before bringing my hands up to cup her ass cheeks, and watched as my cousin’s facial expression changed. I smiled to myself as I listened to her breathing change to become almost a panting sound when my lips were placed just above her clit.

“Mmm! Right there!” Samantha told me with a sigh, as she placed her hands upon my shoulders for support.

In response to her encouragement, I squeezed her firm ass in my hands as I ran the tip of my tongue through her pubic hair in a random pattern, being sure to avoid her clit until I was ready.

“Sam,” I asked her in my most sweet and innocent of voices as she leaned forward a little and gasped. “Do you love me?”

“Yes, yes, Amy, I do,” she replied. “Mmm, please, you know what I need.”

“Then tell me,” I teased, smiling as I ran tongue back down to trace a line over her inner thigh, carefully avoiding my cousin’s labia.

“Yes, ooh… I love you Amy. I really do!” Samantha’s voice was raising in pitch a little as she spoke, and I could hear the desperation therein.

“Then tell me what you want, my love,” I continued, and brought my hands back around to spread her pussy apart with my fingers without giving Samantha too much stimulation.

My cousin looked down at me, as her long curly red locks fell about her pretty face. There was a look of intensity in her eyes that always sent chills through me, and I couldn’t help but giggle with delight as she grabbed me by the hair and forcibly pulled me towards her pussy.

“Lick me!” cried Samantha, as she buried my face in her pussy. “Lick my cunt, Amy! Do it, NOW!”

I sighed contentedly, and shoved my tongue inside of her without hesitation. To my delight my cousin had gotten quite moist from my teasing, and I was rewarded for my work by the taste of her wonderful pussy.

My cousin calmed down a little as I settled into a bit of a rhythm, my tongue moving about inside of her, finding all the secret places that I knew would heighten Samantha’s excitement. She sighed happily, and I listened to the patterns of her breathing as I pushed my head back against her hands in order to run my tongue over her swollen pussy lips. Samantha relaxed her grip a little, and I let out a little whine of mock disappointment at not having her pulling my hair as I moved up toward her clit.

She then gasped as I simultaneously gave her hardened clit a long, slow, circling lick, and slid my middle finger inside of her wet pussy. “Oh!” gasped Samantha, in surprise, and panted for a few moments before catching her breath enough to inquire, “Are you — Ohh! Are you going to fuck me now, little girl?”

“Mmm, only if you want me to, Sam,” I teased, and gave her clit a careful nibble as I twisted my finger inside of her, causing my cousin’s body to shudder.

“Oh, you know it!” she laughed and gave a little cry as I felt her inner walls contract, “Oh–! Oh, Amy, right there! Don’t stop!”

I smiled to myself as my cousin begged for more. All the while I held her clit in my teeth as I licked it with the tip of the tongue, all the while slowly and methodically weaving my finger into her pussy. Her cries and gasps of delight soon increased even more, and I knew that there was no turning back as Samantha tangled her fingers in my hair and tugged, giving me all the more reason to continue.

I then glanced up, smiling as I watched the expressions that crossed her face as I flicked her clit rapidly, sliding a second finger into my cousin’s wet, convulsing pussy. There was something beautifully entrancing about the way Samantha closed her eyes tightly, while biting her lip and gasping almost rhythmically as I began a slow, gentle thrusting with my fingers.

I knew that Samantha was close, and I knew that I could finish her with little effort, but I could never be quite so generous.

I had always truly enjoyed watching my cousin come. It was almost like a form of performance art with her, and though she often referred to my willingness to go down on her as “giving”, I always thought of it as the slightest bit selfish. Samantha always seemed to be at her most beautiful at the point of orgasm, and keeping her there was as much for my benefit as for hers.

But my reverie was broken at the sound of Samantha’s sudden loud cry as she fell forward, shaking uncontrollably. I cried out as well, in surprise, though, and was thankful for the bales of straw that littered the loft, as my cousin and I became an awkward tangle of arms and legs.

I giggled as I realized no one was hurt, finding her reaction rather amusing, and was surprised once more to find that Samantha had barely noticed our predicament. I, however, was now somewhat trapped, pinned to the straw strewn floor by her legs, which were now tightly squeezed together. I could feel my fingers still inside of her, and Samantha’s pussy clamped down hard upon them while she came.

“Oh-! Oh fuck–!” I heard her gasp as I struggled to get out from under her enough to breathe, and smiled when I realized that Samantha was mostly bent over the bale, “Oh, Amy! Oooh!”

My cousin’s moaning and gasping seemed to go on forever, regardless of our awkward position, and for once I was almost glad when they began to subside. With just a little reluctance, I retrieved my fingers, and crawled out from under Samantha. I then sat down and smiled at her vulnerable position as I gave my wet fingers a lick before sucking my cousin’s juices off of them.

“Ooh, I’m so sorry…” I heard her say quietly.

I looked up at her and smiled. “It’s okay,” I assured my cousin, and crawled over on my hands and knees to give her a gentle kiss, “Actually, it was kinda amusing. But I think in the future, you might try sitting down first!”

Samantha smiled, and rolled over before sitting down on the floor and beckoning me to sit beside her. I complied, and snuggled in close when she put her arm around me, holding me protectively.

“Thanks, though,” my cousin replied. “Even with the mishap, it was wonderful.”

“You’re welcome as always,” I told her, and looked up into her eyes, “But I can think of other ways to thank me.”

Samantha smiled, and gave my teasing kiss on the nose. “You’re so demanding, little girl,” she chuckled, “I may just have to teach you a lesson in manners!”

I gave her my best pouty face, and tried to look hurt, eventhough I was on the verge of a giggle fit. “Oh, I’m sorry,” I said sweetly, “I’ll be good, Mommy!”

My cousin blushed a little as words sent a bit of a chill though her, smiling as she bowed her head a little while she spoke. “Well, actually,” admitted Samantha, “I was thinking of another role for you to play…”

I tilted my head questioningly, as I sized up her expression for a moment. “Oh?” I inquired with a grin, “you have my attention, my love, now come on. Spit it out!”

Samantha laughed a little and shook her head. “No, I… I can’t,” she replied, “It’s too embarrassing!”

“Now I really want to know!” I giggled, and moved repositioned myself so that I was straddling her lap facing her, “Come on, Sam, tell me!”

“No way!” she laughed, turning away and covering her face with her hands.

“Aw, don’t hide from me, Mommy,” I teased in my youngest sounding tone, “Don’t you want to make your little girl happy?”

Samantha sighed and dropped her hands in time to see me slip out of my t-shirt. I then smiled down at her, my small, perky breasts not far from her face. “You — you know I always do,” she said with a smile, and cupped them with her hands, carefully taking my small pink nipples between her fingers.

“Then tell me what you want,” I said as levelly as I could with my cousin’s long fingers squeezing both my nipples at once, twisted them gently as we spoke.

“You’ll laugh at me,” my cousin replied quietly as she watched the small movements of her fingers.

“No, I won’t,” I said honestly, my tone becoming serious, “Just tell me, Sam. It can’t be that bad.”

“Well, actually,” she said, suddenly blushing almost as red as her hair, “I was thinking more along the lines of pretending you were my sister…”

I gasped loudly, and tried not to laugh with my own sudden sense of embarrassment. Although we had never actually discussed it, we had both noticed the way Tabitha had been developing. She was growing up almost as quickly as Samantha had, and would probably be just as beautiful, but for now the girl was still in her deliciously cute stage.

I myself had even masturbated a few times, thinking of what it might be like to be with her, but I had no idea what she even thought of sex, let alone with another woman.

“I — I see,” I stammered, “Well, I think I could handle that. Too bad we can’t do it for real, though!”

My cousin looked up at me with her eyes wide. She smiled broadly and threw her arms around me. “Amy, I love you!” she exclaimed, tears of relief welling up in her eyes, “I love you so much…”

“I love you too, Sam,” I told her reassuringly. “And it’s okay. Really, it’s not like I haven’t thought about it…”

“Really?” she inquired, “That’s good. ‘Cause I was afraid of how you’d react.”

“Why?” I inquired seriously, “I know who your heart belongs to, and I have no problem with you fantasizing about anyone. Especially not when it’s someone as yummy as your little sister!”

Samantha chuckled a little and kissed my neck. “Thank you,” she said, “But it’s not only that, I mean… she’s so young…”

“So?” I asked, “Tabitha’s a year older than we were when we where first together. I don’t see any problem with it.”

“I’m glad,” she said, and pulled away enough to face me, “I was actually kinda worried that you’d freak out or something. But, I’m glad it’s not such a big deal to you.”

I shrugged with a bit of a grin. “Why do you suppose I enjoy pretending to be your little girl?” I asked with a smile. “There’s more to it than you think!”

“Well, then why do you suppose I enjoy it when you do!?” laughed Samantha, leaning my back onto the floor.

“I guess we share a few fetishes that we should have discussed previously!” I giggled, giving in to my cousin’s advances.

“Definitely,” she agreed, bringing her legs into a kneeling position, “But isn’t that floor a little hard for you?”

“Kinda,” I agreed, and reached up with my hands so that I could be helped up, “Maybe that bale of hay?”

“Straw,” corrected Samantha. “It helps insulate the room so that rabbits don’t freeze.”

I shrugged. “Whatever,” I replied as we got to our feet, “I’m afraid you’re the only true country girl here.”

Samantha smiled. “Opposites attract, I guess,” she said, putting her arms around me, and turning around. “Now lay down, little one, and let me return the favor.”

“And just what does my big sister have in mind for her little sister?” I giggled as she slipped off her shirt.

My cousin paused at my words, and inhaled deeply. “You’ll see, Tabby,” she replied, and I tried to hide my smile as my cousin blushed again, “But first I think we need to make this place just a little more comfortable.”

“How very practical,” I commented, trying to get a reaction with a hint of sarcasm.

“Well,” replied Samantha, as she laid our shirts across a bale of straw, “If you really want straw sticking in your butt…”

“Actually,” I told her offhandedly, “I’d prefer your finger!”

“Well, then maybe I’ll have to try two!” laughed Samantha, taking me in her arms and kissing me before laying me down lengthwise across the bale.

“Oh, you!” I laughed, as she moved down, running her hands over my breasts, and giving my nipples each a playful squeeze before moving on.

“Me?” my cousin inquired, chuckling as she kissed her way down towards my breasts, her hands now supporting her weight on either side of me, “What did I do?”

“Mmm, I think it’s more of what you’re going to do,” I purred, running my nails across back as her tongue began to caress its way across my small firm breast.

“And what am I going to do, little one?” she asked, and gave my nipple a gentle nibble before dragging her teeth across it as she raised her head to smile at me.

“Anything you want, big sister,” I answered softly, and ran my hand across the softness of her cheek.

“Be careful what you wish for,” replied Samantha, before giving my fingers a kiss and little suckle before moving back down to run the tip of her tongue around my nipple.

I sighed contentedly, and held her head in place as she sucked the better part of my breast into her mouth. I moaned happily as her tongue played across it, as she suckled it almost in time with my pulse. Soon, I felt Samantha’s hands on my thighs, spreading my legs and pulling me down a little farther so that my hips were off the end of the bale of straw.

“What are you doing?” I inquired sweetly with little real concern.

“Nothing,” my cousin answered as she pulled back and gave me a deep, teasing kiss between my breasts.

“Why don’t I believe you?” I giggled, smiling uncontrollably as I felt Samantha unbuttoning my jean shorts before pulling them down.

“Don’t you trust your big sister, Tabby?” she asked, trying to sound both hurt, and just a little authoritative.

I couldn’t help but laugh at the feeling her words sent through me. I felt naughty enough making love to my cousin in her parents’ hayloft, but playing out a scenario where I was pretending to be her fourteen-year-old sister sent chills through me. And the fact that we could conceivably be caught drove me completely wild.

I looked up in time to watch Samantha begin kissing her way down across my stomach as she reached up with her left hand to cup my breast. But it was my cousin’s right hand that caused me to truly take notice.

Propping myself up on my elbows, I watched as Samantha positioned herself between my legs and teasingly began running the tip of her tongue around the outside of my pussy. The whole time she held my gaze, smiling a little as she could see the hunger in my eyes. Trying to distract me from the subtle movements of her index finger as it traced a line between my ass cheeks before moving to my labia.

“Hmm, could be wetter,” commented Samantha, and gave my clit a quick lick that sent chills though me, “Oooh! That’s a bit better, a little more though, I think.”

I could only close my eyes and moan softly as my cousin slid her tongue inside of me, the whole time slowly rubbing my clit with her thumb as she fondled my breast while squeezing, pinching the hardened nipple between two fingers.

She kept this up for several minutes, obviously enjoying my little sighs and gasps before I started letting out long deep moans. Samantha didn’t stop, though, she moved her mouth up to my clit and suckled the hardened bud as she slid two fingers between my moist pussy lips. My body shuddered a little at the initial penetration, and my inner walls immediately clamped down against my cousin’s fingers as she began slowly sliding them in deeper and deeper.

I soon had no choice but to fall back up the bale of straw as what felt like vertigo made it difficult to stay elevated. The sensation of my cousin’s fingers moving slowly in and out of me as she licked and nibbled at my clit driving me crazy, yet Samantha managed to keep me on the edge without letting fall.

It was both frustrating and achingly arousing to have her tease me so. I knew from past experience that Samantha was purposely finding just the right places to stimulate me. Then, she would exploit them to the point where I surely thought I’d come, before moving onto the next. It was like the sensation of rising and falling upon waves of ecstasy, and I was at their mercy.

I then felt her pull her fingers back, and I cried out in anguish as the joyous sensation of penetration was taken from me. But I was to be deprived only for a moment, as I felt my cousin’s middle finger rubbing my juices into my asshole before pushing against it.

“Ow! Ohh… yeah,” I moaned, sighing deeply with pleasure as I was doubly penetrated by Samantha’s long fingers. “Right there, cuz!”

I could actually feel Samantha’s fingers touching between the thin barrier between my asshole and pussy as they moved in unison in and out of me in long even strokes. “Do you like it?” she inquired.

“Mmm, yeah!” I exclaimed, grabbing her wrist and pushing harder. “Ohh, but– but, Sam, is this what you want–! Oh! Want to do to Tabitha?”

“Oh, oh yeah!” she laughed with a wide grin, “Definitely! I want to show my little sister everything we’ve shown each other.”

“Oooh, sounds sooo good!” I giggled, taking her other hand as well, and making her pinch my nipple just a little harder, “Tell me, my love– OH! Tell me! Tell me how you want to fuck your little sister!”

My cousin grinned and began rubbing my clit with her thumb as she fingered me. “Oh, I don’t know…” she replied wistfully. “Maybe I’d do THIS!”

With that, Samantha slid another finger inside of my ass, causing me to shriek loudly, arching my back as the feeling filled me. “Ohh! Ah, I–! Uh–!” was all I could manage as my cousin’s fingers stretched me a little father apart. But it felt so good to be so full that all I could do was push her fingers in even farther.

“Oooh, I see you like it, little girl!” chuckled Samantha, “Hmm, I may have to punish you if you like it too much!”

“Oh! Oh yes, Sam!” I cried, almost laughing as I moaned. “Please! Please punish me!” My cousin grinned and twisted her fingers inside of my a little before shoving them firmly back inside. “Oh, so does my little Tabby want a good spanking?” she teased, trying to sound a little condescending.

“Mm! Oh, yesss! Please!” I begged, my whole body alive with sensation, my senses on the verge of overload as the thought of her Samantha’s hand smacking my across the ass making me come.

“Oh, my!” she exclaimed in mock despair, “You’re coming all over my finger, little girl! Now what ever will I do?”

“Oooh! An-anything!” I gasped as my body shuddered, and I began thrashing about, my orgasm taking total control, “Ah! Sam! Ohhh!”

My cousin quickly removed her fingers, and moved up to hold me as I came. She held me close and kissed me affectionately as I shuddered beneath her. “Shh…” she soothed, as I let out a long series of short gasps, and tears actually formed in my eyes at the joy I felt.

“I love you, Amy…” I heard her whisper in my ear, and it was all that I could do to hold her.

I knew that I’d probably leave scratches across her back as I inadvertently dug my nails into her back while I squirmed, but I knew that Sam wouldn’t mind. She merely held me tighter, nuzzling my ear lovingly as my near convulsions began to subside, and I took several long deep breaths so that I wouldn’t hyperventilate.

“Oh, Sam…” I moaned, “thank you… so much.”

“Uh, Amy?” I heard her pensive reply.

“Yes?” I inquired sweetly, expecting her kiss but instead finding Samantha looking up in horror.

I tilted my head, and gasped at what I saw. I had to blink several times to make sure I wasn’t dreaming, but what I saw was real. Before us stood little Tabitha with a shocked look across her face.

If it weren’t for our precarious position I would have thought her expression too cute in a sweet and innocent, almost vulnerable way. She was wearing a pair of blue denim overalls, with a tight pink t-shirt that I was certain hugged her little tits in just the right way. Her shoulder length red hair was tied in a pair of girlish looking pigtails that added to her youthful innocent appeal, and the girl’s wide green eyes seemed to betray a sense of wonder.

“Whatcha doing?” she inquired sweetly, putting her hands behind her back and blushing a little.

“Um, playing?” I volunteered, feeling horribly embarrassed, yet strangely excited at the same time.

“I see…” the girl replied somewhat pensively, “It doesn’t look like any game I’ve ever played.”

“It’s more of a grown-up game,” explained her sister, standing up, making no move to cover herself.

“But it’s a secret one,” I added as I followed suit a little more modestly, and glanced around for the rest of my clothes.

“It must be,” pondered Tabitha, “’cause I’ve never seen anyone else doing that. And no one’s ever told me about it either. Is it fun?”

“Definitely!” laughed Samantha a little nervously as I stood closely behind her, trying to shield myself with her body, “But, because it’s a secret, you can’t tell Mom or Dad about this.”

“Why?” inquired her sister innocently, looking a little skeptical, “They’re grownups.”

“They wouldn’t understand, Tabby,” replied Samantha solemnly, and put her arm around me, “But… But we’d like to show you more some time. If, if you’d like…”

Tabitha bit the end of her finger thoughtfully, and I felt my nervousness heighten as I heard my cousin’s dog barking excitedly as their parents walked towards the house. “Um, maybe,” she said carefully, and glanced over her shoulder for a moment to look outside, “But I’m not a grown-up. I thought you said it’s a grown-up game.”

“It is,” I agreed nervously, returning Samantha’s embrace, “But I think you’re old enough.”

“Yeah!” agreed Samantha with a reassuring smile, “But it would have to be later. And we’d have to be quiet and careful about.”

“Okay, I guess,” replied Tabitha, “But I… I don’t know too much about this stuff.”

“It’s easy,” her sister assured her, “We’ll show you how it’s done, and you can join in as much or as little as you want.”

“I see,” commented Tabitha thoughtfully. “So when can we start?”

“How about tonight?” I inquired, “After your parents have gone to bed. We’ll have to be quiet, but it’s more exciting this way.”

Samantha smiled and nodded. “Quite, my dear,” she replied, “But, that’s for later. Right now, we’d best be getting our clothes back on. A secret’s only a secret so long as no one knows about it. But, what’s your opinion, Tabby? You up for it tonight?”

The girl nodded slowly and smiled a little. “Yeah, I think so,” she said with a bit of cute giggle. “Just tell me when.”

“No — no problem!” I stammered nervously, overjoyed to have the chance to retrieve my clothes once the girl had started climbing back down the ladder.

“Well,” commented Samantha with a smirk, “Things are getting curiouser and curiouser!”

“Thank you, Alice in Wonderland!” I muttered, pulling on my shirt, “Goodness, you’re cool under pressure!”

My cousin smiled confidently as she stood with her shirt in her hands. “The Ice Man Cometh!” she quoted.

“In this case the Ice Girl, I should think,” I corrected, “But at least you still have a warm heart.”

“For you? Always, my love,” Samantha assured as she took me in her arms, “You know I’m lost without you.”

I blushed a little as I smiled, momentarily unable to meet her gaze. “But… are you sure what we did was okay?” I inquired, “What if… What if Tabitha doesn’t like it and she tells? What’ll happen to us?”

“Shh…” my cousin whispered, putting her finger over my lips, “We’ll always be together. No matter what, don’t worry. But, I’m certain that my sister will enjoy what we have to offer her, just as much as you once did, Amy. Trust me, I have the situation in hand. Even if it scares me a little…”

I laughed a little and put my arms around her, cherishing the sensation of her body pressed against mine. “I’m scared too,” I admitted, “But I do trust you, Sam. I always have, and I always will. And even if this blows up in our faces, I’ll still love you, and regret nothing.”

“Thank you,” replied Samantha, with a bit of moisture in her eyes, “But we should go and see my parents before they wonder where we are and Tabby tells them.”

I nodded, and reluctantly let her go before finishing dressing and following my cousin back to the house.

Continue on to Part Two

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Moonlight Dancers, Part Two

  • Posted on June 9, 2017 at 2:33 pm

By Ebo

Kelly started the water going in the stall, then untied her robe and slipped out of it. Naked, she turned to the mirror hung on the back of the door. She didn’t dance professionally anymore, but she was still in amazing shape. Long in the leg and narrow in the waist, with just enough breast to muster some cleavage in a low-cut dress, she still had her dancer’s build. Smiling, she thought she would have no problem turning a few heads.

The hot water felt amazing, and she stood under it a while before reaching for her body wash. She breathed in the scent of jasmine as she poured a puddle of soap in her upturned palm. She always loved the smell of jasmine, and the shower was redolent with its scent as she began to soap up.

As she washed between her thighs, she felt she was getting a little scratchy down there. It had been a couple of days, and she needed to shave, again. Glancing at her razor and shave gel, she thought it could wait until tomorrow. With Vicky here, she wouldn’t wouldn’t need a smooth pussy tonight.

She had been shaving down there for as long as she had needed to. She had caught some flack from the girls in her middle school and high school gym classes, but she didn’t let their teasing change her mind. She just liked the way she looked clean shaven, loved how soft and smooth she felt down there after a shave. She had been doing it since she was twelve-ish.

Kelly realized she was still looking at her razor. Shrugging, she picked it up, thought, Tonight or tomorrow, makes no difference.

She didn’t want to admit why she decided to reach for the razor. She knew, but she didn’t want to acknowledge it. Acknowledging it would give her secret growing desire a name. It already had a name but as long as she didn’t say it out loud…

Shaking her head, she pushed those dangerous thoughts aside, focused on shaving. She has been doing it for so long that she made short work of it. Rinsing the soap away, she looked at her cute, smooth pussy, ran her fingers over her soft labia. She shivered.

Kelly finished her shower, dried off, then slipped back into her robe. She went to her room, slipped into some pajama bottoms and a tank top. Dressed, she went in search of Vicky. She found the girl in the living room, watching TV.

Sitting beside her on the couch, Kelly asked, “Anything good on?”

“Not really,” Vicky said, offering Kelly the remote. She went back to flipping channels when Kelly waved her off. Finally, she gave up and turned off the TV. Looking at herself, Vicky asked, “Do you have something I could wear?”

“I think we could find something,” Kelly said, getting up, “Come on.”

The girl followed Kelly down the hall to her bedroom. Kelly left Vicky to look around while she went to her closet and started poking through her clothes for something the girl could wear.

“I love your bedroom,” Vicky said.

Pausing in her riffling to smile at the girl, she said, “Thanks.”

“It’s very you,” Vicky said, walking around.

Curious what the girl meant, Kelly asked, “How so?”

“It’s beautiful,” Vicky said, looking at Kelly over her shoulder, “Stylish but not pretentious… Like you.”

Kelly gaped wide-eyed at Vicky, caught completely off guard by the comment. Did Vicky really think she was beautiful? She had to remind herself that even if Vicky thought she was beautiful, it didn’t mean the girl was attracted to her. Women- and girls, too- were just more open in their opinions of their fellow women.

And even if she was attracted to me, it doesn’t mean anything would ever be done about it. Even if Vicky wanted to, that was one road I’m not going down.

The fact that she even needed to tell herself that made her wonder how true the statement really was. Would she really say no if the option of sleeping with a willing and interested Vicky was on the table? Not that she thought Vicky was interested in sleeping with her. But, if she were…

“Um, thanks,” Kelly said, turning away from the girl before she could see how flustered the comment had made her. Her hands were shaking some as she went back to finding something for Vicky to wear. She took a bunch of deep breaths, trying to get herself under control, again.

She found a summer dress she had bought at the beginning of the season. The tag had said it was her size and she hadn’t tried it on, only to find out it was a little small for her when she got home. It was cute, so she had kept it, thinking maybe she could squeeze into it. Pulling it out of the closet, she thought it might be a little big on Vicky but not so much she couldn’t wear it.

“Here,” Kelly said, turning back to the girl, “try this on. Might be a little big, but I think it’ll be okay for tonight.”

Vicky took the dress, holding it to look at it. She smiled at Kelly, said, “It’s cute.”

“I said the same thing when I bought it,” Kelly said, laughing, “but it’s too small for me. A bit snug.”

“It’s too bad you can’t wear it,” Vicky said, her smile turning up a bit more. “You would have looked amazing in it.”

Kelly inhaled sharply, caught off guard, again, by the girl’s comment. There was something in Vicky’s eyes that said that it was more than a simple compliment. The way Vicky had said it had sounded… Flirty. Kelly didn’t think she was imagining things.

“Then again,” Vicky said, her smile becoming playful, “you’d look good in just about anything. Even pajama bottoms.”

That smile made Kelly forget to breathe for a few seconds, and her heart was off to the races in her breast. She has had some women smile at her like that when they wanted to go home with her, but never a twelve-year-old girl.

Well, one girl did- Vicky’s mother, Kelly thought, which didn’t help her reaction any. She and Becky had had a very intimate, very carnal relationship by the time the girl had moved away.

“Vicky, I…” Kelly said, then ran out of words. She really didn’t know what to say. Her face was hot, and she wondered if Vicky could see her blushing.

The girl met and held Kelly’s eyes, and Kelly thought she was looking for something, maybe gauging Kelly’s reaction to her comment. Kelly hoped the girl couldn’t read her thoughts because they were going places they really shouldn’t go.

Vicky tucked her hair behind her ear almost shyly, her eyes never wavering from Kelly’s as she asked, “Do you think I’m pretty?”

“I, well…” Kelly stammered, the question short-circuiting her brain.

“I catch you looking at me sometimes,” Vicky said, a hint of nervousness creeping into her voice, “when you don’t think I’ll notice.”

Kelly couldn’t work up enough saliva to even try to deny what the girl was saying was true. Besides, how could she deny it? It was the truth. She had been looking at the girl. She wasn’t all that surprised Vicky had noticed; she hadn’t been very subtle about it. Unable to resist, the girl had drawn her eye like a moth to a flame.

“Then earlier,” Vicky said, her voice taking on a nervous warble, “I saw you in the mirror, watching me undress.”

With a sinking feeling in her gut, Kelly realized she had been found out. Vicky knew Kelly had an inappropriate interest in her. Judging by the way this conversation was going, Vicky was at least a little interested in Kelly, too. That scared the hell out of Kelly because she was already on shaky ground when it came to the girl. If Vicky kept looking at her like that… She didn’t know if she had the self-control to resist her.

“I was disappointed when you walked away,” Vicky said, self-consciously, “I thought because of all the times I caught you looking that you might like me… Like that. You walked away before I finished undressing, so I… I don’t know. If you had stayed, I would have known for sure, but I don’t.”

Kelly thought she should say something, but she had no idea what that should be. She wanted to reassure the girl that she was beautiful, but she didn’t think that was a good idea. Kelly figured the best thing she could do was quash the girl’s burgeoning feelings for Kelly, to tell the girl she was mistaken about Kelly’s interest in her. A whopper of a lie that would keep this situation from spiraling further out of control. Kelly didn’t have the heart to do it, though. Vicky looked so vulnerable standing there in just a towel. She couldn’t couldn’t do it. More than that, it had shown a lot of guts, confronting Kelly like this. Kelly didn’t think she could have done it when she was Vicky’s age, didn’t think she could have been this bold.

“So,” Vicky said, drawing Kelly’s attention back from her thoughts, “I thought…”

Kelly watched the girl struggle to find the words to express what she wanted to say. She opened her mouth a couple of times, only to close it without uttering a word. Finally, she just took a deep breath and released the knot between her breasts. Gasping, Kelly watched the towel falling, falling in slow-mo to the floor. Naked, the girl turned those big brown eyes on her and Kelly couldn’t breathe. Vicky just stood there for Kelly to look at, her spine straight and her hip cocked confidently. Kelly thought the girl wasn’t as confident as she let on, sensed a vulnerability and a shyness just behind the sassiness.

Unable to take her eyes off the girl, Kelly drank her in like a woman dying of thirst would a tall glass of iced tea. Vicky was truly stunning, her lovely young body making Kelly ache to touch her, to be with her.

“Do you think I’m pretty?” Vicky asked.

Kelly didn’t even try to lie, the evidence of her attraction to Vicky surely plain on her face and in her eyes. The girl had to know, anyway, so she said in a shaky voice, “You are beautiful. So beautiful, but I need you to put this on now.”

Playfully, Vicky looked at the dress Kelly was offering, said, “Why?”

“You know why,” Kelly said, meaning it. She knew just how shaky the ground Kelly was on really was.

“What if I don’t? What happens then?” Vicky asked, moving closer. She stopped within arm’s reach of Kelly, making no move to reach for the dress. She just smiled at Kelly.

Kelly met the girl’s eyes, saw a spark of desire in them that stole her breath away, made her knees a little weak. She moved away from Vicky on wobbly legs, tearing her eyes away from the girl. She took a deep breath, said, “I don’t think we should find out.”

The doorbell rang, and Kelly nearly jumped out of her skin. She looked guiltily in the direction of the front door. For a paranoid moment, she thought it was the police to take her away. Even when it dawned on her that it was probably the Chinese food she couldn’t completely shake the feeling.

Kelly handed the dress to Vicky as she hurried to get the door, called over her shoulder, “Please put this on.”

As she collected their dinner from the delivery guy and paid for their order, her paranoia didn’t completely abate. She thought he knew, somehow. Knew there was a naked twelve-year-old girl in her bedroom. When she showed him out and closed the door behind him, she put her head against the cool wood and took a few deep breaths to calm herself.

She heard Vicky come into the kitchen and turned to see the girl leaning against the center island. Kelly sighed with relief when she saw Vicky in the summer dress. She couldn’t relax completely, though. She still wasn’t out of the woods. Looking at Vicky, she knew she would have to deal with what had happened in the bedroom and her own feelings and desires.

Hopefully, it’ll be easier without Vicky’s lovely body on display, Kelly thought, walking over the island.

“This smells delicious,” Vicky said, smiling at Kelly.

“I’ll get us some plates,” Kelly said, walking to the cabinets, “why don’t you start figuring out what is what?”

“Okay,” Vicky said, pulling white boxes out the bag and opening them.

Kelly got them a couple of plates, then grabbed the two liter of Coke from the fridge. They sat down at the island and began divvying up the food. They both sighed happily as they had their first bite of the unctuous food.

Vicky glanced at the window above the sink and whatever she saw held her attention. Finally, Kelly had to look, craning her neck to see what the girl was looking at. She couldn’t see anything unusual. Meeting Vicky’s eyes, she raised her eyebrows questioningly.

“It’s a full moon out tonight,” Vicky said, sadness creeping into her voice.

“Um, yeah… I think it is,” Kelly said, frowning as she looked at the girl, “Is that significant?”

“It makes me miss my friend, Alexis,” Vicky said, sighing as she poked at her food.

“Why?” Kelly asked, wondering what the connection between the moon and Vicky’s friend could be. Unless the girl was a werewolf, Kelly couldn’t think of one.

Vicky looked at Kelly a long time without saying anything, and Kelly thought the girl was trying to make up her mind whether to tell Kelly or not. Kelly’s heart started beating a little faster, realizing it must be a good story. Finally, Vicky made up her mind, and with a nervous laugh, she said, “You can’t tell Mom.”

“Um, I won’t unless it is something that puts you in danger,” Kelly said, not wanting to make that promise without knowing the secret.

“Danger? No, no danger. Might get me grounded, but there was no real danger,” Vicky said, blushing.

“I promise not to tell, but with an asterisk. You know what I mean?” Kelly said, meeting the girl’s eyes.

“Yeah,” Vicky said, laughing.

“What’s up with the moon and your friend?” Kelly asked, sipping her Coke.

“God, I can’t believe I’m telling you this. Alexis would kill me if she knew,” Vicky said, her face turning red, “when I stayed at my friend Alexis’s house, we’d sneak out at night and go to this pond behind her house. We’d… We’d dance naked for hours, then go swimming to cool down. The water was usually warmer than the air outside, and we wouldn’t want to get out.”

Kelly’s heart was thumping in her chest because she thought she knew where this story was going. Her food largely forgotten, she leaned forward with new interest as Vicky continued her story.

“I guess we were ten… Yeah, ten, the first time we kissed. One led to a lot. We spent the night just kissing and touching, giggling the whole time. It was thrilling and naughty, fun even if we didn’t know what we were doing. The sun was coming up by the time we slipped back into the house.

Like mother, like daughter, Kelly thought, amused by how closely Vicky’s and Alexis’s sapphic beginning mirrored her own and Becky’s. The stories weren’t exactly the same, but enough alike to be surprising.

“She was so beautiful, twirling in the moonlight,” Vicky said, tears glistening in her eyes, “like an angel or a butterfly.”

“You were more than just friends?” Kelly asked.

Laughing self-consciously, Vicky said, “I don’t know what we were. I just know I liked… being with her. Regardless of what we were doing.”

Kelly smiled warmly at her, said, “I think that qualifies as more than friends.”

Shrugging, Vicky said, “She lives like fifteen hours away, now.”

“That’s rough, Kiddo,” Kelly said, remembering how it had felt when Becky had moved away, “I actually know just how you feel. It sucks.”

“Pretty much,” Vicky said, sighing. Suddenly, she sat up straighter, visibly making an effort to shake off the funk she was slipping into. She gave Kelly a sheepish smile, said, “Sorry.”

“No need to apologize,” Kelly said, giving the girl’s hand a reassuring squeeze.

“I’ll just have to find a dance partner here,” Vicky said, taking a bite of her food.

Snorting in surprise, Kelly laughed, “Are you looking for a new partner?”

“I’ve been…Testing the waters, I guess, with the girls in dance class and at school. You know, see if anyone might be interested without drawing attention to myself,” Vicky said.

“I know exactly what you mean,” Kelly said, amused. She was very familiar with the game; it was one she had played all through middle school and high school. The leading questions, carefully crafted to draw out a response without giving away too much of her own secret; the guessing and second-guessing about the signals she was getting; and the anxiety about getting it wrong.

Vicky smiled at her, said, “I thought you might.”

“Any takers?” Kelly asked, forking some pepper steak into her mouth.

“Not so far,” Vicky said, meeting Kelly’s eyes, “the only one who seems interested… is you.”

Kelly took longer to chew her food than was really necessary. She needed the time to think about how to respond. She thought about denying it, but Vicky had already seen through that lie, knew Kelly was attracted to her. Swallowing, she said, “I find it hard to believe a girl as pretty as you can’t find someone other than your creepy dance instructor.”

Laughing, Vicky said, “Alexis and me… It was a happy accident. Do you know what I mean?”

Again, Kelly thought she knew exactly what the girl was talking about. Had any one thing gone differently that day in Becky’s bedroom, she and Vicky’s mother wouldn’t have kissed for the first time. There were a lot of dominoes that had to fall just right for their lips to meet and their friendship to veer in a completely different direction.

Favoring Kelly with a playful smile, Vicky said, “Besides, I could do a lot worse than my creepy dance instructor.”

Kelly laughed, said, “Thanks. I think.”

“How about you?” Vicky asked.

“How about me what?” Kelly asked.

“Any current dance partners?” Vicky asked, with a little mischief and a whole lot of curiosity in her eyes.

“Um, no… No ‘dance partner’,” Kelly said, wondering if she should have lied about having a girlfriend. Belatedly, she realized it would have been an easy way out of this whole situation.

“I find it hard to believe a pretty dance instructor like you doesn’t have a girlfriend,” Vicky said, grinning as she turned Kelly’s words back on her.

Thinking about the dry spell she has been having lately, Kelly said, sourly, “I guess my charm only works on hard up twelve-year-old’s.”

That made Vicky laugh, and she said, “Lucky me.”

“Well, don’t get too excited,” Kelly said, pointing her egg roll at the girl, “I’m not dancing naked with you.”

“Why not?” Vicky asked, the corners of her mouth turning up in a smile that made Kelly’s heart skip a couple of beats.

“Well, for one,” Kelly said, pointing over her shoulder, “my next door neighbor is a bit of perv. He’s always watching me through his blinds, any time I’m out back.”

“That only makes it that much more fun,” Vicky said, excitement creeping into her voice, “The chance of getting caught…Alexis and I would leave our clothes in her room, sneak out completely naked. We’d be giggling and shaking by the time we made it to the pond. Without our clothes, we were so busted if anyone saw us.”

Kelly blinked in surprise at the girl and Vicky blushed. Laughing, Kelly said, “Wow.”

Vicky looked away, embarrassed.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have laughed,” Kelly said, drawing the girl’s attention, “it was just a bit of shock hearing a twelve-year-old girl say something like that. I know what you mean, though. A little danger can be fun. Exciting.”

“Yeah,” Vicky said, then leaned closer, “Want to dance with me?”

“That might be a little too much danger,” Kelly said, her heart racing.

“I’m going to do it,” Vicky said, meeting and holding Kelly’s eyes, “don’t make me dance alone.”

Kelly couldn’t breathe, stunned by the look in Vicky’s eyes, the raw desire in them.

“I- I don’t think we should,” Kelly said, a little concerned how weak her protest sounded to her own ears.

“Don’t make me dance alone,” Vicky repeated, an excited grin breaking out on her face. She giggled as she sprang off the bar stool, running for the back door. She pulled the dress up and off as she ran. It fell to the ground behind her as she twisted the knob and opened the door. She was out the door before Kelly had time to react.

Kelly raced to the door, almost slipping and falling on the discarded dress. She somehow managed to stay on her feet, but just barely. From the open door, she could see a very naked Vicky clear as day.

“Vicky,” Kelly hissed in her best ‘mom’ voice, “get in here.”

“Come out instead,” Vicky said, twirling around and around, “the air feels amazing!”

“Seriously, come back inside,” Kelly said, her eyes cutting to her neighbor’s house. His lights were out, and Kelly prayed he wasn’t home.

“I’ll come in if you dance with me,” Vicky said, holding out her hands and gyrating her hips.

The porch light came on automatically when someone passed by the sensor and Vicky had triggered it when she ran out of the house. The whole backyard was bathed in pale yellow light. Vicky might as well be dancing under a spotlight. Kelly got on her tippy toes and unscrewed the bulb, cursing at how hot it already was. She managed to turn the bulb enough to break the connection.

When the backyard fell dark, Kelly saw just how bright the moon and stars were tonight. She could still make out Vicky dancing and, as her eyes adjusted to the sudden gloom, she could see her lovely body as it twisted and flexed, spun and leaped. Kelly was transfixed by the sight.

“Come inside, and I’ll dance with you,” Kelly said, blinking when she realized she meant it.

“Would you really dance with me? Vicky asked.

“Yes,” Kelly said, her heart knocking around her rib cage, “I want to dance with you.”

“Then come here,” Vicky said, holding out her hand to Kelly.

Kelly looked at the hand, then laughed and shook her head. The girl wasn’t going to give in, wouldn’t come inside until Kelly danced with her. The girl was so beautiful standing there in the moonlight, pale and ethereal as a ghost. Feeling the last of her resistance fading, Kelly started down the steps to go to her, but Vicky shook her head.

“No clothes,” Vicky said.

Kelly hesitated only a second, then found herself stripping out of her tank top and pajama bottoms. Naked, she shivered, and it had nothing to do with the cool air finding her bare skin. It was an excited shiver, a naughty thrill that worked up her spine and she wanted to giggle like a school girl. Like Vicky had as she ran out of the house naked and into the night.

As an adult, she was a whole lot more self-conscious of her body. Society had made being naked taboo, something a woman her age wasn’t supposed to do. This whole situation seemed crazy to her, had her jittery with excitement. Still, as she stepped off the back porch and onto the grass, she had an arm across her breasts and walked with her knees together. It was an impractical way to move, used only by those who were naked and embarrassed. It really didn’t do any good- definitely wasn’t hiding anything- but she couldn’t stop doing it.

“God, this is such a bad idea,” Kelly said, under her breath. The lights were still out next door, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t home. He could be watching them right now, and she would never know. She shivered, again.

When Kelly made it to where Vicky stood, the girl moved the arm across Kelly’s breasts. Kelly could feel the girl’s eyes on her, her gaze hot on Kelly’s naked body. There was plenty of light for Vicky to be able to see Kelly. Kelly’s breath caught in her throat as Vicky’s eyes roamed over her, drank her in. She waited breathlessly for Vicky to say something.

Vicky didn’t say anything, just moved against Kelly, wrapping her arms around Kelly. Gasping, Kelly felt the twelve-year-old’s naked body mold against her own. Vicky turned her head up, smiling at Kelly. Giving in, Kelly hugged the girl back.

“I’m glad you didn’t make me dance alone,” Vicky said.

With a nervous laugh, Kelly said, “I’m glad I’m here, too.”

Vicky met and held Kelly’s eyes, asked, “Really?”

“Yeah,” Kelly said, honestly. She knew she shouldn’t be here, or even want to be here, but she couldn’t deny that she liked how Vicky felt in her arms. More than that, she was done denying her desire for the girl. The fact that Vicky was interested, too, only made it easier for her to let go of her reservations about being here. Wherever Vicky wanted this night to go, Kelly was going along for the ride.

“Good,” Vicky said, getting up on her tippy toes to give Kelly a kiss.

It was just the briefest of kisses, just a brush of Vicky’s lips against her own, but it left Kelly trembling for more.

“Dance with me,” Vicky said, excitedly as she pulled back from Kelly. Taking Kelly’s hand, she repeated, “Dance with me.”

“Dance how?” Kelly asked, looking at the girl for direction.

“I don’t know,” Vicky said, laughing, “just dance!”

Kelly watched as Vicky began to dance, to sway to some inner music only she could hear. She couldn’t take her eyes off the girl, mesmerized by the gyrations of her hips. Vicky moved with a natural grace, a fluidity that Kelly had found fascinating the first time she saw the girl dance, and she found it just as fascinating now.

She was a little jealous of Vicky’s dancing, envious of her freedom. Vicky just danced- free of inhibitions, free of social expectations, free of concerns and self-conscience. She was just a young girl enjoying the night air on her bare skin.

Why can’t I dance like that, Kelly wondered, then it dawned on her. The only one stopping her was… her. Her inhibitions and social hangups were hers to set aside so she could dance just for the sake of dancing. Not for a paycheck or to fulfill an obligation, just because the night was still pleasantly warm and the moon was so brilliant in the sky above. It was something she hadn’t done since she was about Vicky’s age. With a nervous laugh, Kelly began to move her hips. As she found her inner song, she let go of her cares and danced like she was twelve-years-old, again.

She felt as light as a feather, as free as she could remember being in a very long time.

Kelly’s inner song must be the same as Vicky’s because their moves began to sync up inadvertently. It was serendipity, purely by accident but, to anyone watching, their movements must look choreographed. The synchronicity with which they moved usually required hours of practice, but it came naturally to them.

Minutes or hours, Kelly didn’t know how long they danced under the stars. Lost in the moment, time didn’t matter. Only when head lights swung into her next door neighbor’s driveway, did Kelly snap out of the revelry she had been in.

“Shit,” Kelly said, snatching up Vicky’s hand. The fact that she was very naked in her backyard with an equally naked twelve-year-old girl came back to her with the sound of her perverted neighbor getting out of his car, and she got her feet moving. Laughing, she said, “Run!”

They were both laughing as they darted for the house. They burst inside, closing the door behind them. Looking at each other, they started laughing harder, Kelly holding her side.

“Too close,” she said, smiling at the girl.

“Worth it, though,” Vicky said, returning the smile.

“Definitely worth it,” Kelly agreed, shaking her head, “I haven’t done anything like that in a long time.”

“Well,” Vicky said, moving into Kelly’s arms, “I’m glad you liked it.”

“I loved it,” Kelly said, putting her arms around the girl’s neck. It was the truth. Dancing with Vicky under the stars was something she’d never forget. Not that she wanted to. It was a memory she hoped to hold onto for a very long time.

Kelly loved the feel of Vicky’s slight body pressed against her own, and she thought about the brief kiss they had shared on the back lawn. It had left her wanting more and, now with the girl in her arms, again, Kelly thought about Vicky’s story and what had happened after dancing. She didn’t have a pool but…

Her heart started beating faster in her breast and Kelly was trembling with need and fear. Mostly need. It had been a long minute since she had been with anyone and her desire for Vicky has been building up unchecked for months now.

If she kisses me now, Kelly thought, swallowing hard, I’ll come completely undone.

The thought barely had time to take root in her mind when Vicky turned her face up, smiling this little smile at Kelly. She couldn’t breathe because it was a smile for the bedroom, out of place on a girl Vicky’s age but undeniable. On her tippy toes, Vicky leaned into Kelly, stopped with her lips only inches from Kelly’s.

She wants me to be the one, Kelly thought, looking into the girl’s beautiful brown eyes, she wants me to kiss her, wants me to be the instigator.

Did she dare? At this point, would it even matter who kissed whom? The line had probably been crossed a long time ago. Still, she wished Vicky had just kissed her, had pushed her over the edge into the forbidden, the taboo. Now, she had to make the decision whether or not to take the plunge on her own.

Still looking into Vicky’s eyes, she didn’t agonize over the decision too long and probably not nearly long enough. Kelly pressed her lips to Vicky’s before she had time to think better of it. When she opened her mouth a little, Vicky’s tongue touched hers, caressed it, drew her into a deeper kiss than she was ready for. Only twelve, yet Vicky kissed better than some of the more experienced women Kelly had been with.

Vicky broke the kiss, her eyes flashing at Kelly. Smiling, she said, “I wasn’t sure if you’d kiss me.”

“Me, either,” Kelly said, laughing.

“I’m glad you did,” Vicky said, kissing her, again. Like before, the kiss got away from them, the passion building between them bubbling up in a hurry. When they finally came up for air, Vicky smiled at Kelly, took her hand, and said, “Come on.”

“Where are we going?” Kelly asked, even though the look in Vicky’s eyes was answer enough.

“Your bedroom,” Vicky said, heading that way like she expected Kelly to follow her without argument. The girl wasn’t wrong.

Continue on to Part Three