You are currently browsing the archives for .

I Was the Daughter of a Porn Star, Chapter 79

  • Posted on March 19, 2017 at 2:52 pm

The Eighteen-and-Under Orgy

By Cheryl Taggert 

If you need help keeping up with the characters, you may go here.

As I continued with my studies that quarter, Lisa and I grew closer. We were each madly in love with the other, and we tried to be together as often as possible. I even asked Mom if she and I could get an apartment together, but she said I couldn’t move out until after my freshman year, which would be in June. I even asked if Lisa could move in with me, but that was out of the question because, as Mom put it, “Where would Jenna sleep?” My suggestion that the twins’ bed was big enough for three was received with a firm “no,” so I was stuck seeing my lover whenever we could get together, which was mostly on the weekends.

The second term began, though, and we managed to take a couple of classes together. Mom wondered at the wisdom of that, thinking we might spend so much time chatting with each other we would miss important stuff in the class, but it turned out okay. If nothing else, we were both good students, and our grades were very important to us. Besides, one of the classes was first aid, which would count for a phys ed credit. The other class we took together was an earth science class, which would work to satisfy one of our physical science class requirements. Neither class had a reputation of being overly difficult.

I had gotten to know Amber and Chelsea fairly well, too. It turned out Amber had a friend who was into the same things, and we were able to finally make a sort of date for the first weekend of the new term (though their parents were totally clueless about the intent). Rachel, Lisa, and I were picking them up for a “congratulatory” trip to the mall, which was to honor Amber and Chelsea for getting all A’s and B’s on their most recent report cards, a huge improvement. Their parents, of course, thought I walked on water, so whatever I wanted to do was fine with them. Little did they know what that particular'”whatever’ entailed. Then again, it was that same ‘whatever’ that had caused such a welcome change in their daughters.

Their friend Randi would be at Amber’s house, and we would all go from there to the mall, but only for about an hour. Then, we were planning to take the girls to my place, where some real fun would ensue.

After we picked up the girls, we all got acquainted. They had never met Lisa or Rachel, and none of us had met Randi. She was a cutie, with blond hair down to her shoulder blades, parted in the middle. She wore her hair in twin pony tails, with a yellow ribbon tied around each near her scalp. I had always called that style ‘puppy ears’ and it was one of my favorites. Randi’s smile was bright enough to light a room, and sweet enough to melt my heart. Her face was a canvas of dim freckles, barely noticeable except in bright sunlight. I thought she was about the sexiest little girl I’d seen in quite a while.

Rachel was anxious for today as well. She and I had never done anything beyond kissing and some groping of each other’s boobs the first time I had gone to Lisa’s for dinner. Beyond that, we’d made eyes at each other, but that was all.

We had pulled onto the freeway when I looked into the rear-view mirror and said, “Chelsea, why don’t you and Amber show us what we’re all in for?”

Chelsea grinned and looked at Amber, who nodded agreement. They moved toward each other and started making out, tongues and lips exploring. Their breathing increased immediately from the sudden stimulation of their kisses and the fact we were all watching them. No doubt they’d already gotten turned on from the anticipation. I could not see their laps, but I could tell where their hands were placed. It was obvious to me they were rubbing each other’s pussy, not hard, just enough to feel good.

“Oh! My! God!” Rachel breathed. I glanced toward Lisa, who was in the front bucket seat of the van with me and looking over the seat at the two girls seated together and making out. Her mouth was hanging open in amazement. I noticed her own hand was busy as well, but like the girls behind her, she wasn’t trying to come, just keeping her pussy on simmer.

Rachel was in the very back seat of the van and was leaning over the back of the middle seat where the three young girls were seated. Her face was a picture of nearly uncontrolled lust. Randi was sitting beside Chelsea and looked to be waiting her turn. Sure enough, Chelsea disengaged from Amber and turned to Randi, kissing her in the same manner. Her right hand left Amber’s pussy, and her left moved to Randi’s. Amber continued rubbing Chelsea’s mound through her shorts. Later, I was to find out that none of the young girls had worn panties.

Lisa, unbuckling her seat belt, moved quickly over the center console and scrambled to the back seat to join her sister. I realized how dangerous all this was. I was having a difficult time concentrating on my driving. I saw an exit I recognized and took it. The mall would have to wait. There was a park just off the exit, and I drove to the parking area and pulled into a spot far from any other vehicles.

Once I’d turned off the engine and turned around to take in the scene in my mom’s van, I was greeted by a lovely sight.

Lisa was in a position to allow her to shove fingers into Rachel’s pussy, as Rachel was nearly draped over the seat back in front of her, providing access to Amber’s mouth as the two made out. When I had moved to where I could see everyone better, I saw that Rachel’s shorts and panties were around her lower thighs.

The little demonstration I had put into motion had turned into an all-out orgy. I glanced through the tinted windows to make sure nobody was approaching the van and knelt on the floor in front of Randi. Chelsea’s hand was now inside the girl’s shorts, feeling the girl’s tender mound of flesh.

Reaching for the elastic hem of Randi’s cotton shorts, I grasped and pulled. Randi, feeling what I was doing, raised her hips slightly to allow me to pull her shorts down. That’s when I discovered she had no panties on.

“Holy fuck, girl. You’re not wearing panties,” I said.

Chelsea disengaged from Randi, said, “None of us are!” giggled, probably at the look on my face, and returned to making out with her sexy friend.

I reached over and pushed Chelsea’s leg hem to the side and found she was telling the truth. I could see her bald pussy through the widened leg hole.

I pulled Randi’s shorts off, spread her thighs, and kissed my way up her legs, intent on tasting the delicious slit. Chelsea’s hand remained there until my mouth arrived. At that point, she spread her fingers in a wide V, opening the girl’s labia to allow easier access to her clit, which now protruded from beneath its fold of skin like a tiny plant emerging from the ground.

I pressed my lips against her young cunt and lapped my tongue between the folds of her inner labia, swiping across the sensitive clit and causing little Randi to jerk her hips slightly in appreciation of the wonderful feelings my tongue was providing.

She was delicious, as I knew she would be. What juices she produced were tangy and salty, with a hint of pee. It wasn’t that I loved the taste of pee, but for some reason I loved the slight taste, especially in a young girl. It made me think of them wiping themselves, but not getting all the moisture, which of course never happens anyway.

Soon, Randi was humping her pussy into my face, obviously wanting to come against my lips and tongue. Her small, gasping sounds, a rhythmic “uhn…uhn,” echoed in the cab of the van.

I became aware of other sounds as well. I could hear Rachel approaching her own orgasm as Lisa did whatever she was now doing to her. Amber was nearly screaming, and I wondered if she had already reached her peak. I glanced at her and saw that Chelsea had moved back to Amber and was now kneeling in front of her and more or less imitating me.

While still licking Randi, I reached over and began to play with Chelsea’s pussy, which was very wet for a ten-year-old’s cunt. I located her clit and pinched and rubbed it. This sent Chelsea into orbit. She squealed into Amber’s pussy, which either took Amber for another journey on the orgasm express, or pushed her over the edge for the first time. I never was sure.

Randi, hearing her friends coming, joined them, pushing her hips up and jamming her hairless pussy against my mouth as she rode the climax to its finish. I watched while Lisa brought Rachel off with her mouth, devouring her sister’s pussy from behind. I figured Rachel’s butthole was wet from her sister’s saliva as well since I knew my lover enjoyed toying with my rosebud with her tongue, so of course she would do the same with her sister and lifelong lover.

That left Lisa and me as the only ones who hadn’t come yet. I debated getting her into a sixty-nine in the van but decided it would be better if we waited. The van was spacious, but not that spacious.

Leaning back from Randi’s pussy, I started trying to catch my breath when I was interrupted by Randi, who more or less attacked me to kiss and lick her juices off my face. She obviously loved her own flavor because she relished what she was doing. Among other things, she took my lower lip into her mouth and sucked it clean and licked my chin.

I quickly realized that Randi was one horny little girl. She loved the taste of pussy… anyone’s pussy.

When I managed to get everyone to calm down a little bit, I returned to the driver’s seat. Lisa came back up front to sit with me, and Amber moved to the back seat with Rachel to ‘keep her company,’ which basically entailed some kissing and touching, but nothing more for the remainder of the ride.

We went to the mall, spent time there, and were finally on our way to my house. When we got there, I told everyone that the house was empty since my entire family had gone up into the mountains near Los Angeles for the day.

So when I opened my bedroom door, I was shocked to see Jenna and the twins there. Well, they weren’t just there, they were naked on the bed I shared with Jenna, and they were in the middle of having sex with each other. I was unhappy about this at first, but then I realized that Lisa had been right. When I had suggested her first sleepover might turn into a full-family orgy, she had said, “The more, the merrier.” Adding a fifteen-year-old and a pair of gorgeous eleven-year-old Colombian girls would mean only more fun for everyone.

So there we were, two eighteen-year-olds, a sixteen-year-old, a fifteen-year-old, eleven-year-old twins, and three ten-year-olds. We were all surely going to visit a form of heaven that day.

We stood there and watched my sisters at first, mesmerized by the intensity of their lovemaking. Jenna was on her back, with Sophia squatting on her face, and Sonia was between Jenna’s legs, munching on her pubes and licking her slit with obvious glee.

“Who are they?” Chelsea asked.

“Those are my sisters,” I said.

“All three of them?” Amber wanted to know.

“Yep. Am I lucky, or what?”

Chelsea and Amber giggled, and Randi said, “If you have them, why do you want us?”

I looked at her and realized she was serious. She had a problem with self-image. She really wanted to know why I would have sex with them if I had the three on the bed anytime I wanted them, as if somehow she wasn’t worthy of my attentions.

I took her by the shoulders and made her face me, saying, “Because you are one of the cutest, loveliest girls I think I’ve ever seen.”

She grinned at me, and I knew she was quickly developing a crush on me. I leaned down and kissed her, my tongue exploring her mouth while hers explored mine.

Then Rachel was beside me. “Hey, share the wealth. You already had fun with Randi in the van.”

I looked into Randi’s eyes, leaned to her ear, and whispered, “Go to Rachel, get on your knees, yank her shorts and panties down, then bury your face in her pussy.” She leaned back, grinning mischievously.

Stepping over to Rachel, she did as I asked. Rachel, meanwhile, stood numbly staring at the sexy ten-year-old as she began to lick her.

I stepped behind Randi. “Hands up,” I said. She raised her arms and I pulled her top off. She got the hint and stood enough to allow me to pull her shorts off as well. Then she returned to her feast.

I reached to grasp the hem of Rachel’s shirt. She raised her hands and I removed it, pulling her long hair into a mess on top of her head as I did. She was braless, and I leaned over to get my first taste of her already puckered nipples. I felt her gasp slightly at the sudden contact. Lisa had told me that Rachel had some of the most sensitive nipples ever. She could nearly come just from having them licked, sucked, and nibbled.

Movement from the other girls caused me to glance their way. Chelsea and Amber were removing Lisa’s clothes, having already stripped themselves. I quickly realized I was the only one still dressed, so I stood back from Randi and Rachel to pull off my own clothes. When I was naked, I glanced at the girls on the bed. Sonia was still licking Jenna, and her bare butt was waving in the air, inviting my attentions without being aware of it.

Moving to the bed, I clambered up behind my little sister and leaned down to her pussy, which had quite a bit of wetness developing. Placing my lips on her soft mound, I began tonguing her, savoring the wet taste that bathed the insides of my mouth. An “mmmph” came from Sonia as she licked Jenna, indicating her pleasure that I was now licking her wet slit.

I heard Lisa say, “Come on,” and looked their way. She was herding everyone to the other bed, including Rachel and Randi. I knew I couldn’t abandon my baby sister yet, but as soon as she came, I was going to join the others. I figured we only had another hour or two before I’d have to take them all home, and I wanted to make the best of it.

Continue on to Chapter 80

1
1

How My Niece Juli Came To Be My Vixen, Chapter 7

  • Posted on March 18, 2017 at 3:58 pm

By Openmindedwoman

The week at school dragged by for both Amy and Juli as they anticipated going to my lake cabin for a “girls’ club” weekend. Amy confirmed that Tracy’s mom had said it would be fine, and that Tracy had been super excited to be asked.

I sat in Anita’s kitchen with a list of items on the table in front of me, feeling as though our plans were well in place. We were chatting about Tracy a little, and how that might go down, when we heard the scurry of feet on the side porch and the door burst open.

Amy rushed in and threw her backpack onto a kitchen chair, then from behind wrapped her arms around her mom as she stood at the sink preparing dinner. Juli followed and plopped herself in my lap, facing me, legs spread around my thighs and an impish grin on her face.

I saw Amy let her hands sneak up to find that her mom wasn’t wearing a bra under the long silky robe she had on. Anita lifted her arms slightly to let her daughter have the access they both wanted. Then she turned and leaned down to give her energetic daughter a quick kiss on the lips, followed by a quick kiss on the nose, followed by a lingering open mouth kiss. When Amy captured her mom’s bottom lip and sucked it in, tongue washing over it, and continued to palm the luscious full tits that hung and felt so good beneath the smooth fabric, Anita grinned and pulled back a bit.

“Something special on your mind today, lil princess? You seem to be…. ummmm… especially frisky, and you know you make Mommy feel that way, don’t you!?”

“Well, Mom, we have, like, something to tell you about today, don’t we, Juli?” Amy’s excitement was almost over the top, and Anita leaned back against the sink, hands on her daughter’s shoulders, snuggling her little bottom into her legs.

Juli jumped down from my lap, then pulled her skirt all the way up to her waist, turning so both of us could see the tight little pair of light blue panties that rode very snugly against her mound.

“Whooahh, sweetheart,” I said, “Those don’t exactly look like ones I’ve seen you wearing before.”

“Maybe you have seen these, though,” Anita giggled, stepping away from her mom and unzipping her skirt, letting it fall to the floor and proudly displaying a pair of undies that I recognized as belonging to my niece. “These are Julie’s, and the ones she’s wearing belong to Tracy.” Amy turned again to face her mom. “Tracy’s wearing mine!”

I felt a surge of naughty warmth flow through me as Amy spoke, and I noticed Anita casually strumming her nipples. “So tell us, you two young foxes, just how this came to be,” she said.

“Okay,” Amy began, “yeah, those blue ones are Tracy’s panties. She wore mine most of the day, and I got to wear Juli’s this afternoon. Tracy came up to me right away this morning and said how cool it was that she was going to get to go along to the lake cabin, and be part of an all-girl weekend. Yeah, sort of a girls’ club, I said back to her, and then she said, so when are you gonna let me wear your panties like Juli does?”

I about croaked right there, but Juli put her hand on my arm and said with a smile, “It’s okay… let her explain.”

Amy continued, “Apparently Tracy’s been watching Juli and me around school for a while now. We have to be a little more careful, I guess, like with how we look at each other or maybe reach out to touch or something, I dunno. But, um, a few days ago when we were walking home we stopped off the trail in the park and kissed for a little bit, and then Juli showed me the sexy boy-shorts panties her Aunt Leslie had bought for her…” Amy blushed and giggled, reaching over to lightly punch Juli on the arm “…well, I asked if I could wear them until the next day, just because they had been on her, covering that beautiful pussy of hers I love so much. So, anyway, Tracy told me that she followed us, and she saw what we were doing… AND she said she has been thinking about ME that way for a long time, and she masturbates thinking about ME, and now she does it thinking about JULI, too!”

Juli took over the story. “So, this morning Amy grabbed me in the hall between classes and said, ‘Meet me in the bathroom by the Science hall before lunch. I have something for you!’ Of course, I showed up, and just hung out, checking myself out in the mirror as other girls came and went. It got closer to class time, but finally Amy came in and said, ‘Here, take these and give me yours.’

“She pushed me toward a stall and went into the next one. She reached down under the divider, and I gave her the pink ones she has on now. As we left I told her the ones she gave me are pretty small and how tight up against me they fit, but she just grinned and said that’s because Tracy is pretty small and she would have to tell me the rest after school. Aunt Leslie, oh my god you have no idea how it felt with the thought of Tracy’s panties pulled up into my pussy all afternoon. Every time I moved I wanted to reach down and play!”

My thoughts moved rapidly through this new information, and I felt my heartbeat increase a little. I turned to Amy and asked, “Did Tracy say she has been with another girl, like, I mean, the way you and Juli are?”

“I asked her that, and she just said she would have to tell me later,” Amy replied. “But it wasn’t like, no way. Maybe she has more to tell us!”

“Tell me a little bit more about Tracy,” I inquired of both girls. “I’ve heard about her, but haven’t met her.”

“She’s Vietnamese, isn’t she, Amy?” said Anita.

“Yes, Mom, her family is, and really, she’s pretty, don’t you think?”

Anita nodded, and went on to tell me about the girl’s light brown unflawed skin, her short coal black hair and large dark eyes. As she was speaking, she turned Amy’s back to her again, reaching around to unbutton her blouse and cup her daughter’s growing tits through her bra. She explained that Tracy was slimmer, smaller all around, and smaller busted than either Amy or Juli.

But then she said, “Ahhh, Amy, there might be a hitch in the plan. Tracy’s mom called today and said that she is going to have to be out of town for the weekend herself, and would it be all right if Tracy’s sister came along on our adventure. I didn’t really have an excuse for saying no, so I’m afraid we might not be able to be as open as we had hoped, with some things.”

Thoughtfully and slowly Amy replied, “Ummmm… that might not be such a problem,  Mom.”

She leaned forward enough for her mom to unfasten the clasp on her bra, then continued, “Tracy told me that Kim-Ly is one of those younger sisters who thinks she should be able to do everything the older one does, you know, and she has been at those sleepovers that Tracy first told me about when she started asking questions. There were some ‘games’ being played, with some dares and some kissing and some stripping off of clothes going on at some of them. And since Tracy and Kim-Ly share a bedroom, there was lots of time to talk about the things that happened and how they felt about it. Tracy told me she’s sure she’s heard her sister touching herself during the night, and that she hasn’t tried very hard to hide it when she masturbates in her own bed. So you never know.”

Juli had noticed that her friend was being undressed in front of her as she spoke, and not to be left behind, had stripped off her own top, leaving herself in a filmy bra and those tight blue panties. She stepped over to me and turned so that I could free her delightful firm young titties as well. I unhooked her bra.

“That sounds wonderfully promising, darling,” Anita replied. “We’ll just have to see how it plays out. So, Amy? Are you ready for a snack and homework now, or is something else still on your mind?”

“Oh, I’m ready for a snack, all right, Mommy,” giggled the nearly naked 13-year-old as she flipped around and used both hands to fondle her mother’s breasts beneath the thin robe. “Don’t I usually get some nice warm milk after school?”

“Yes, you sure do,” Anita purred, “but all this suggestive talk has me feeling a little like the kitchen isn’t the place.”

Leading us to the living room, Anita sat on one end of the couch, leaving room for her beautiful young daughter to lie down with her head in her mom’s lap. She had unzipped her robe to the waist and folded it to the side, allowing her very full woman tits to hang ready.

I sat across from them, just in panties myself, having shed the rest of my clothes as we left the kitchen. This was the same loveseat where Juli and I first came to know how deeply Amy and her mother loved each other, and how erotic their way of pleasuring each other was for us to watch, to mimic, and to join in when the right time came.

Juli curled up with her head in my lap, on her side, facing me. “But you can’t see, sweetheart,” I whispered to her.

“I can see everything I want to see for right now, Aunt Leslie,” she giggled, nuzzling between my swaying tits and licking my skin, on the insides of each heavy tit, and then around to the hardening nipples. “Besides, I can hear what’s going on, all of it.”

I watched as Anita leaned down enough to let her nipple brush her daughter’s lips, and saw the young girl open her mouth, pulling like a hungry kitten on the rigid teat.

“Yes, baby girl, take all you want from Mommy. Pull my nipples into your sweet mouth, darling, use your tongue like you know how.” One of Anita’s hands went to her daughter’s flat tummy, and then crept under the panties to find Amy’s already slick puffy bare girl lips. Anita had pulled her robe up to her waist when she sat down, and now her other hand went to her own shaved smooth labia, parting them, two digits sliding back and forth between them, into her hot channel, then using the slippery coating to find the tip of her clit, flicking it, then repeating the lewd spectacle for my benefit. Her eyes smiled at mine, connecting, knowing the effect that her exposure, her naughty play, and her words were having on me.

“Let’s get those panties good and soaked for when you give them back to Juli.” Anita winked at me, as she reached down to palm her daughter’s smooth mons over the thin pink covering.

Amy dropped one foot to the floor while parting her legs. This turned her hips slightly toward us, both giving her mother the access she desired and giving me a better view.

“Yes, good and soaked, baby girl,” Anita continued as she circled the heel of her hand against the girl’s mound. “Let me feel how wet and slippery my darling can make them.”

Anita curled her fingers and slid them further down, pressing firmly against the puffy lips beneath the fabric. Then her hand drew upwards again, and back down, fingers running the full length of Amy’s tender pussy, massaging it, pressing in, urging the juices forward.

Amy responded with little throaty gurgles around her mother’s leaking teat, and with eager upward movements of her pelvis.

I pulled Juli into a sitting position on my lap, with her back to me, her legs spread open over my thighs. “You have to see this, honey,” I croaked. “Anita is lactating so much, so much. You have to see how your girlfriend is drinking it, how she’s going to come, see how your girlfriend’s mother is going to come, see how they love to show us everything.”

As I said this, I slid one hand around to fondle the girl’s long firm pointed nipples, and the other hand down over the tight panties she still had on, finding the already wet gusset pulled tightly against her labia. “And we have to get these filled with your pussy juices too, for when you give them back to Tracy.”

I felt Juli nod and shiver at my words, and at the erotic sight before her.

Anita smiled at us, eyes moving from my face down to Juli’s spread legs. My hand eased up to Juli’s bare tummy, giving Anita the view I knew she wanted, then back down until my fingers probed her wet slippery lips, pressing firmly, actually pushing the fabric partway inside my darling niece. Juli lifted her hips enough to let even more of the thin material loosen.

“Fucckkk yes, Aunt Leslie, put them right inside me… fill my pussy with Tracy’s panties…”

My sweetheart’s ohhh so naughty mouth started to run as I pressed, and she spread, and I pressed, rubbing the panties as deep as I could. Juli’s own small hand pressed on the back of mine, urging me on. It only served to make us all feel the high, to hear those wicked words come from such a lovely little girl.

“Do it to me, too, Mommy… push Juli’s inside me…” Amy’s answering plea was colored with the lust in her voice, and we could see the increased pressure as Anita’s fingers probed harder, pushing, folding the panties toward the center, and even with the restricted view we had it was clear that Juli’s pink panties were tucked firmly between Amy’s young pussy lips, and her mother’s fingers were partly buried there as well.

“Ohhhh, wow Mom this won’t take lonnggg.” Amy begged. “It tastes sooo good, and it feels so good.” Her little hips bucked against her mother’s fingers and her knees flopped open wider. Some of the milk from Anita’s dripping nipple slid down Amy’s cheek as she suckled.

We watched, with Juli slumping against me, and with Anita’s eyes roaming from my eyes to my sweet niece’s body, her legs spread wide.

Then we heard Anita groan, “Bite them a little, sweetheart… ahhhhhh… pull hard… ohhhh… baby, baby, yessssss!!”

I felt a larger shudder from Juli, so I plucked the slippery panties from inside her and slid two fingers into her slippery girl pussy, curling them, finding the sensitive spot on the upper inside of her tight tunnel, moving my fingertips back and forth, while nuzzling and licking her ear and tugging at her nipples as she watched the pair just across from us. Suddenly Juli shook and squealed. I knew it was time, and pushed against her clit as best I could with my palm, holding my darling girl tight as the climax overwhelmed her.

Anita’s hand was moving in a blur on her own pussy, her other hand moving just as rapidly under the panties Amy wore — and then the two of them reached orgasm together, each in their own clouds of neverland, but at the same time each feeling the love and warmth that so bound them as mother and daughter — close skin contact, not letting go, pulling in for long hugs, and breathing room, and coming down slowly.

Juli panted in my arms as I nuzzled her cheek, kissing her, whispering my love.

We saw Anita retrieve her fingers from inside the soaked panties Amy wore, licking them first, then offering them to Amy for her own tasting. Amy licked, giggled, deposited a healthy gift of saliva for her mom, and smiled as she watched Anita’s tongue capture it before it could slide away.

“You are such a foxy girl now, aren’t you, with that wetness from your mouth thing!” Anita grinned as she rubbed noses with her daughter and received a quick lick on her own in return. “Did Juli teach you about that kind of sharing? We saw you doing something a little goofy like that outside the sliding glass doors in the den the other day, didn’t we?”

“Wellllll… yeah, it’s sort of a little thingy we do I guess,” Amy answered. “After all, special best friends forever have to have something they do that’s just for them, don’t they?”

“Yupee… of course they do,” Anita replied, “and I think there might be a number of those kinds of things that could be part of a VERY special girls’ club coming up this weekend, don’t you? Maybe you and that crazy sweet Juli can think up some.”

“I bet we can, Aunt Leslie,” Juli laughed, turning to give me a full sloppy kiss and young girl hug. “I bet we can.”

Continue on to Chapter 8

A Young Desert Rose, Chapter 5

  • Posted on March 17, 2017 at 12:49 pm

By Sunnybunny

Heather watched the way Angie had left, apprehensively holding her breath, as if she anticipated the girl might come rushing back through the door for a sneak attack embrace. Later, she would wonder if she was imagining those things in hope or fear. She shook her head again, scattering the images and returning to the matter at hand. After all, it was looking as though she could be stranded for the foreseeable future.

The tower of baggage teetered in the corner, threatening to topple again and scatter the contents all over the carpeted floor. Best to put things away and keep herself distracted enough to focus on what needed to be done. She retrieved the first bag from the pile and tossed it open onto the bed, finding a mess of shirts within, most of them left unfolded.

In her haste to leave an old, unsatisfying life behind, she had neglected proper organization. Her mind flashed back to that night, a flurry of images of her old bedroom, tearing out the drawers from the dresser and upending them over open suitcases. In stark contrast, she scooped up the clothes and refolded them into a neat stack and stowed them away in the bottom drawer of the wide dresser against the wall. The mundane activity calmed her. Next came the jeans, organized from darkest colors to lightest, putting them away as well. She made a mental note to ask Walter for more hangers. The complementary three wire ones that had likely been there since the President Kennedy assassination were already occupied by her jacket and a few of her more extravagant outfits that she did not want wrinkled — any more than they already were.

“Knock-knock!”

Speak of the devil…

“Sorry, that took so long!” Walter announced in his booming, jovial thunderclap of a voice. “I was in the kitchen and got so wound up-hey, where did Angie get to?” He stole a glance around the room, blinking in surprise before turning his perplexed eye to Heather who shrugged.

“Sorry, but you just missed her.”

He chuckled at that, surprising Heather a little with his reaction after having been ditched by Angie after he had worked so hard to prepare an entirely separate meal. “Don’t that beat all!” he said, chuckling so hard the tray was rattling in his hands. “Told ya, you got to watch out for that one!”

“You… aren’t mad?”

“Naw,” he said, shaking his head slowly. “She’s just a young’un. Always running here or there after something! You know how kids are, can’t hold it against them.” He eased the tray onto the dresser, opening the two silver lids to reveal the meals. As in the movies, wisps of steam billowed out, and the room was alive with the fresh aroma. Suddenly, Heather remembered her appetite and was ravenous. How long had it been since she had enjoyed a home cooked meal? How long since she enjoyed a meal that hadn’t come prepackaged from a gas station, period? “Hope you’re hungry!”

Heather nodded her head, scooping up the plate of eggs and the offered fork and took a seat on the bed. Her belly cried out for nourishment and she happily obliged. After all, she thought, the only thing I’ve had to eat in the last day or so is an ice cream bar!

Walter was clearly in no hurry, folding his wide, hairy arms beneath the swell of his man-breasts and leaning heavily against the wall. “How long you in town for?” he asked, but there was nothing suspicious in his voice.  More of that small town hospitality that Heather would have to get used to if she would be staying. Still, the idea nearly made the morsel of egg catch in her throat. She swallowed a gulp of orange juice to help it along before replying.

“I’m not really sure yet,” She replied honestly. Suddenly my financial stability has been brought into question was what she thought …but she didn’t say that. Instead, she went on, “Know anywhere here that could hook me up with a job?”

Walter lifted his eyes to the ceiling for a moment, giving the question some mulling over. “Well, might be,” he thought aloud. “I would offer you a place here but, as you can see….” He gestured a hand behind him, through the open door at the empty parking lot. “We’re not exactly bustin’ with business here.”

She smiled politely to hide her annoyance. “Anywhere else?”

“Always needing help at the local ranches,” he offered. “But that’s pretty hard labor out there, herdin’ livestock and you spend most of your day on the back of a horse. I could make a few phone calls if you want.”

Heather shook her head, hiding her frown in another few bites of eggs and drinks of juice. The theft had left her in a precarious position and though she had some other cash in the wallet in her purse, it wouldn’t last long, even here with the dirt cheap rent on the room. No, she would need to get a job, make nice with the locals until she found the money or figured out her next move. Her blood was boiling now, having settled back over the missing money (HER money), and Walter was not helping matters.

“Sorry, I ain’t being much help,” he murmured, perhaps sensing her growing displeasure. He looked down at the tips of his boots, grimacing with the effort of trying to think and be more helpful.

“Anything that doesn’t require me to get off work stinking of horses and cow pies?” She asked, trying to pass off her barbed comment as a playful jest.

“Angie’s daddy owns that garage out on main street,” he nodded his head to the far wall and stupidly Heather turned around to look at it. “He might could use a hand around or…” His face lit up and he slapped himself on the forehead. He bent forward at the waist and swept off his hat, revealing male pattern baldness. She wondered for a terrifying moment if this bow would end with a kiss to the back of her hand, making Heather’s skin crawl. “Kick me!” he laughed. “Kick me hard!”

“…Excuse me?”

“The diner!” he announced proudly, standing up straight and slapping his hat back into place. “You should ask old Mama Maven at the diner, just across the street there! Might could use a good waitress around. Shoot, she’s been runnin’ that whole joint for a dog’s age all by her lonesome! Bet she could use an extra pair of hands around.”

Internally, Heather grumbled. Was this what life was throwing her? A roadside diner waitress as a consolation prize? Her entire life, the daring escape, all funneling down to …this?

“Thanks, I’ll …look into that.”

Walter grinned all the wider, showing off every one of his yellowed teeth. “My pleasure! You just tell old Maven that I sent ya. If she can’t find something for you, I don’t know who can!”

Heather finished her plate in silence, dabbing the grease with a bit of toast before stacking it all back onto the breakfast tray. “Thank you,” she said, sincerely. “That was very nice of you to do.”

The big man blushed hard at that, shuffling around in his boots before busily taking up the tray, Heather’s empty plate, and Angie’s ignored one. “Don’t mention it,” he replied quietly, obviously flustered from the compliment and proximity. Heather wondered if the poor old guy was a virgin. It seemed likely. From what she had seen of Oasis, it wasn’t exactly a bustling community.

The air outside was considerably warmer now that the sun had risen but not so much to make it unbearable. Heather was careful to latch both locks adorning the front of her hotel room’s door and gave the knob a test pull for good measure. The last thing she needed was for more of her meager belongings to go missing. She had finished unpacking in Walter’s absence, thankful to be out from beneath his overeager gaze. Not that she did not trust the man, he was harmless, but he reminded her of an overly excited mongrel pup: amusing but quickly exhausting. Besides, how could she possible consider her predicament while prying eyes lingered?

The idea of finding a job had been a spur of the moment thought, something that would have normally come to mind and vanished just as quickly, dismissed. Yet now, staring down the barrel of nowhere near enough money to get to her destination, let alone funds to set herself up once she got there, her options were uncomfortably narrow. She felt caged, like a tigress that lived its whole life in the wild but was now in captivity, and her zookeeper was a middle-aged Mister Rogers with a beer belly.

The diner, much like the motel, was call simply that. No fancy or puny marquee to promote the establishment. When people spoke about it, it was simply ‘the diner,’ and everyone knew what they meant. It was more than a local eatery. More than just the local watering hole, the diner was a hub to fill up on coffee and gossip and in little towns, the latter was never in short supply. Likely, it was the only thing they had a surplus of, Heather mused as she crossed the road.

The diner was a T-shaped one story, looking like one of the sets from some old John Wayne flick had been renovated and converted into a place to get burgers. For all she knew, it was.

Further down the road, Heather spied the garage, the one owned by Angie’s father, and it looked just as deserted as it had when she arrived. The shutter doors were still wide open and the car was still raised up to the ceiling. A tumbleweed had caught itself between the stripped gas pumps, rustling in the breeze. She half expected Angie to be there, as if the girl was just waiting for Heather to appear so she could offer her hand in a friendly wave, but no…the child was nowhere to be seen. Heather breathed a sigh of relief to quell the feelings of disappointment as she climbed the narrow steps and pushed open the diner door.

Inside was refreshingly cool. A wall unit air conditioner hummed from a nearby window, accompanied by the lazy swirl of an overhead ceiling fan. It was more spacious than she anticipated. Outside, the building looked pretty modest but the interior was fashioned after an old 50’s sock hop, complete with stand-up jukebox in the corner. Upon closer inspection the jukebox was in a state of disrepair, and a thin layer of white dust told her it had been that way for some time. The front cabinet was unlocked and swung open with a slight prod from her fingers, revealing the silver guts of a mechanical interior. To her delight, the cluster of records available were era appropriate: Elvis Presley, The Drifters, The Coasters, Buddy Holly and the Crickets were on all on deck and ready to bat.

She moved away, passing a row of booths up to the bar where a soda jerk should have been poised to mix her up a chocolate soda. Instead, she found a bent back old crone of a black woman, hunkered down below the counter. Their eyes met, startling one another to cry out.

“Oh!”

“Whoa!”

The woman pressed a withered, brown hand to the small of her back and stood up to her full five feet of height. “Yes? Hello? What can I get you?” Her tone was polite but delayed in shaking off the surprise.

“Sorry,” Heather replied with a nod. “I didn’t mean to startle you. I was hoping you could help me. Are you Mama– I mean, Mrs. Maven?”

The woman frowned and cupped a hand over her cauliflower ear. “What’s that, Missy? Beggin’ your pardon, but the hearing went ‘round the same time as the eyes and this hearin’ aid don’t aid me much these days!” Heather spied a wad of worn, discolored plastic crammed into the hollow of one side of her head. Maven twisted it around a bit, scrunching her face up before asking again. “Now then, what did you order?”

“I didn’t order anything,” Heather said. “I came to ask about you a question, if you have time.”

“If I have them?” Maven echoed loudly. “If I have what, dearie?” Maven adjusted her lenses, thick as coke bottles and just as green.

“A question!” Heather raised her voice, her own strict upbringing making yelling at her nearly impossible. “I wanted to know if you need a hand!”

“No, no,” Maven replied firmly, shaking her iron-grey head, making Heather’s heart sink. “Everything here is made fresh, nothin’ canned!”

Heather sighed heavily, trying to quell her growing frustration and laid her hands flat on the counter top. “No,” she enunciated loudly, clearly. “I. Want. A. JOOOOOOB. I. Am. Looking. For. A. JOB.”

Realization dawned on Maven and she raised her chin, mouth forming a little ‘o’. “Well, why didn’t you say so!” she hollered. “You should check with old Walter Gates, just across the way there! Poor old man has to manage that whole place all by his-self! I’m sure a sturdy pair of hands will be just what the doctor ordered! Just tell him Mama Maven sent you!”

Heather had to work hard to keep from balling her hands up into fists. “I. Came. From. There. Walter. Told. Me. To. Ask. YOU! For. A. JOB!” Heather pointed a finger at Maven’s ample chest.

Maven blinked. “He did? Why, bless his heart! Yeah, I suppose I could use someone to help here but I warn you, it don’t pay all that much. I really only need part-time help with the breakfast and lunch rushes but it’ll put some money in your pocket.”

Heather nodded. “That sounds okay. Um, do you have an application? Oh, Do. You. Have. An. Application?”

Maven blinked at her again in confusion and she nearly repeated herself. “Shoot, no! I don’t need to see no resumé neither!” She laughed at that, a great throaty bark of a lifelong smoker that Heather couldn’t help but smile about. “I’ll pay you under the table at the end of every week. A good fair wage. Sound good to you, missy? Oh dear, I just hired you and don’t even know your name! Bless me, where are my manners? My name is Virginia Maven. Mama Maven to my friends and we are friends now, Miss…?”

Heather balked, nearly forgetting her assumed name. “Heather. Freemantle. Heather Freemantle.” They shook hands, apparently completing the hire process. “Always ready to meet new friends.”

Maven nodded and smiled a dentured grin. “Come on back tomorrow morning, six sharp. We open about half hour after that but that’s when we start prep for the breakfast crowd. Think you can manage?”

Heather grinned and flashed a thumbs-up.

She departed a few moments later after more raised voice pleasantries and breathed a sigh of relief. She had a job now, a steady source of income. At least that was a step in the right direction. It would buy her the time she needed to figure out her next move. A job at the local gossip mecca had its benefits. If someone DID suddenly come into a large sum of money or decide to skip town without a parting word, it would likely dominate conversation for months to come. She could get a name, maybe. Track them down, take what was rightfully hers by any means necessary and put Oasis in her rearview mirror where it belonged. Where the rest of the world had left it decades ago.

She could almost see it now, the wind whipping her hair into a frenzy as Heather sped out of the hamlet, sunglasses reflecting a distant setting sun. She imagined the recovered bag of cash stashed in the backseat, open wide to reveal the stacks of rubber-banded bills. She did not dare look to the passenger seat to see who the presence there would be, fearing she would spy Angie with her tanned legs raised and crossed over the dash. Would she be wearing that flimsy dress again…or nothing at all save for a pair of matching sunglasses?

Heather teetered down the front of the diner, steadying her hand against the short banister until she reached the bottom. She looked across at the service station and gasped aloud.

As if materialized from her imagination, Angie was seated out front, legs splayed open while she watched Heather. Her head was tilted slightly to one side, the dry wind teasing her hair in gentle waves. Her shorts and tank top seemed to blaze in the heat, and she raised her hand up in a greeting gesture. She couldn’t tell from this distance, but somehow Heather knew the girl was smiling.

The realization unnerved her, giving her a distinct sensation that Angie really had been waiting for Heather to emerge, had perhaps been watching her all along. Heather raised her hand and returned the wave, hesitated then headed back across the road toward her room.

Top drawer.

Beneath the stack of underwear, a neon purple vibrator.

After a time, she lost count.

Continue on to Chapter 6

Perfectly Natural, Part One

  • Posted on March 16, 2017 at 2:58 pm

By Naughty Mommy

It’s a Friday night, almost 11:00… I’m in bed, naked… a lamp is on, softly illuminating the room, but my eyes are closed… I’m playing with myself, rubbing my clit, teasing my hard nipples, making my pussy very, very wet… and then…

I hear a knock on the door, and a voice.

“Mom? Can I come in?”

“Sure, sweetheart, of course you can.”

Quickly I pull the sheet up to cover my bare breasts as my daughter Nikki enters the room. She’s nine years old and growing up fast. When she wears tight t-shirts I can see the beginnings of little breast buds. Pretty soon it will be time for her first bra. Tonight she’s in a Barbie nightgown, very short, with cute yellow undies. She climbs up on the bed.

“What is it, baby? Anything wrong?” I ask as I turn on my side to face her, keeping the sheet pulled up.

“No, I mean, I just couldn’t sleep.”

“Why not? Having bad dreams?”

“No not really. It’s just, um, you know, since we moved, I feel lonely sometimes.” Her eyes glisten with tears.

“Oh, but honey, you’re making new friends at school, aren’t you?” I caress her cheek and pet her shoulder.

“Sort of. Yeah, I mean, they’re okay, I guess. But I really miss my other friends and our old house too.” She sniffles and rubs her nose. I feel so sorry for her, my beautiful, sweet, innocent daughter.

“I know. I understand. Here, why don’t you get in bed with me for a little while and we’ll cuddle until you get sleepy, okay?” I lift the sheet for her, realizing too late that I’d somehow forgotten about being naked. Oh, well, I reason, it doesn’t matter. I’m her mom, after all.

Nikki doesn’t seem to notice my nudity, or if she does, it doesn’t faze her. She scoots over next to me, and I enfold her in my arms, pulling the covers over her. I hug my beautiful child, kissing her sweet-smelling hair, cooing words of love and comfort. Sliding my hand up under her short nightie, I gently rub her back. Her skin is smooth and soft and warm. She purrs, almost like a kitten, and snuggles closer to me.

My daughter’s head is just beneath my chin, her arms are crossed, pulled in tight, hands resting between my breasts. Her knees are pulled up too, and I’ve drawn my legs up under hers. She’s curled into a ball — in a fetal position, I muse, almost as if she wants to be fully back inside the security and protection of my womb.

We cuddle for several minutes, becoming more and more relaxed. It feels so nice, so warm and loving. I hope she’ll soon be able to go to sleep, and think that I might too. It’s so cozy and comfortable, being with my little girl this way.

I continue kissing her head, murmuring reassurance, hugging and caressing. I rub her little bottom, and I hear her whisper, “I like that, Mommy.”

After a while, I notice her hands are moving. She’s trying to pet me too, although the only thing she can reach from her position is my chest. I smile and kiss her hair, happy that we two can be so close. I rub her bottom, her thighs, her back. I hear her purring again.

Then I feel her fingers on my breasts, just the tips, touching ever so gently. Does she know how arousing that is? My nipples are quickly stiff again, even harder than before, throbbing now, aching to be fondled and sucked.

But wait, I scold myself, why in the world am I getting turned on? This is my own daughter, for heaven’s sake, I shouldn’t be getting sexually excited by this, should I?

I can’t help it, though, I am aroused, very aroused. I can feel how wet my pussy is. And I try to convince myself it’s normal, nothing wrong, just a natural bodily response to being caressed in a certain way.

Nikki’s fingers touch my nipples, tentatively, tenderly. She seems hesitant, but also curious, perhaps wondering how I might react. When I don’t say anything, she begins playing with them more boldly, stroking them, and then gives a light pinch to each nipple.

I’m on fire now, in heat, actually trembling with lust. My god, what is wrong with me? Am I a pervert or something? I know I really need to stop her at this point, send her back to her own bed, or at the very least turn her around to face the other way. But as she continues fondling my erect nipples, instead I hear myself say, “Mmm, that feels nice, baby girl, very nice.”

So I give in. I let go. It feels incredibly good, and it’s been so long — and after all, what can it hurt if a mother and daughter want to show some affection to each other?

My hand slips inside the back of her panties. I hear my little girl sigh contentedly as I rub her bare bottom, both cheeks, feeling their firmness, squeezing them. I realize, I know for a certainty, that I am not touching her now only with parental affection. My intent is to excite her, as she has excited me. I want to give her pleasure, to arouse her sexually. But is that possible? Can a nine-year-old child respond the way I am responding?

She seems to be. I pull my hand out of her panties and stroke her thigh, firmly, seductively. I slide my fingers slowly up the inside of her leg, higher, higher, almost to her crotch. Nikki shivers. She’s breathing faster now. Her fingers pinch my nipples harder, twisting them, as if she knows instinctively how to increase my excitement.

But I want even more. I need more. I push the covers down a bit so I can look at her. Nikki’s small hands are clutching my breasts. Her cheeks are flushed, hair damp with sweat, auburn bangs clinging to her forehead. She looks up at me, eyes shining, and I see something in her lovely face that I’ve never seen before. Could it be sexual desire? I want it to be.

Slowly, I ease my daughter onto her back. She’s gazing into my eyes. I smile warmly at her, and she returns the smile. Very slowly I bend closer, bringing my lips to hers. We kiss, softly, tenderly. This could be a mother-daughter kiss — but it also could something more, something romantic, even erotic. It’s right on the edge. That’s where we are, teetering on the verge of incest.

I can stop now, if I want to. We’re still in fairly safe territory, sort of.

But I don’t stop. I definitely don’t want to. As I begin pulling up her nightie, I say, “Let’s take this off, all right?”

She doesn’t object. Together we tug the little nightgown out from under her and over her head. Now her chest is bare.

I admire the tiny mounds of her breast buds, her puffy pink nipples. I touch my daughter there, letting my fingers tease and caress, feeling the nipples get hard. “My little girl is growing up, turning into a woman,” I murmur.

Nikki is watching closely as I fondle her. When I gently pinch one of her stiff young nipples, she groans in pleasure, closing her eyes and licking her lips.

“Mommy’s beautiful girl,” I whisper. Then I lean down, very close to her face, nuzzling her nose, my breath mingling with hers. In an even softer whisper, I tell her, “I love you, honey.”

“I love you too, Mommy,” she replies. Her breathing is unsteady, ragged with excitement.

I gaze at her face, her eyes still closed. The flushed cheeks, pert nose, a few freckles, and those full, naturally red, kissable lips. She’s so young, so innocent. She’s still a little girl, a child I love more than anything in the world — and yet tonight she has somehow become more than that, more than just my darling daughter.

I know exactly what it is, what’s changed. I want this girl as a lover. I need her. But I have to be certain she wants that as well.

“Nikki?”

Her eyes snap open. She looks up at me, questioningly. She licks her lips, leaving them slightly parted, as if tempting me. Oh my god, she is so incredibly desirable, how could anyone resist?

“Baby girl, I, um, I want to kiss you again, okay?”

“Okay.”

“But, I… I want to kiss you, and I want to do more, too. I want to love you. Do you know what I mean?”

“Um… no.”

As I gather my thoughts, deciding what to say, I shift even closer to her in the bed, laying one leg over hers. My breasts are on her chest, our nipples nearly kissing.

“I want to love you, Nikki. Love you, well, like a lover, you know? I want to kiss you, and… do everything with you.”

She swallows. Her eyes are huge, those beautiful eyes of hers, hazel-green, flecked with gold. Long, dark lashes. She’s so sexy. I want her so much. Why did I wait so long for this?

I start to say something else, but then stop. Instead, I lick my own lips, then slowly bring my mouth to hers. I kiss her again, softly and tenderly at first, but then a little more urgently. Soon I begin to use my tongue. She is startled, pulling away slightly, but I remain insistent, and a moment later she is kissing me the same way, with an open mouth.

I’m holding her face in my hands, kissing her lips, breathing hard, my tongue exploring — hers responding more tentatively. Nikki’s hands are groping at my breasts again, however, clutching, squeezing, pulling at the nipples. She is a willing participant in our mother-daughter make out session.

We kiss for several minutes, her hands fondling my breasts, my tongue probing in her mouth. I’m straddling her leg now, grinding my mound against her upper thigh. My pussy is extremely wet, lubricated, sliding easily up and down on the smooth skin of my little girl’s leg. It feels so good, my clit throbbing, pulsating. I could come this way if I wanted to. It wouldn’t take much longer.

Finally I come up for air, pushing my sweaty hair away from my eyes. I study her adorable face as I wipe my lips. “Are you okay, honey? Do you like doing this?”

“Yeah, I do,” she giggles, nodding eagerly. “I like it a lot, Mommy.”

Then suddenly she pulls me to her again, opening her mouth. Nikki doesn’t want to take a break. She likes making out with me.

We continue kissing, and soon another line is crossed. I take one of her hands in mine as we kiss — it seems almost unconscious, an instinctive action — I take her hand and move it down between my legs, pressing it into my crotch.

It’s gooey and hot down there. Holding her hand in mine, I rub her fingers on my pussy lips, up and down, again and again, and then within the folds, coating her fingers with my moisture.

Briefly I break the kiss and whisper to my daughter, “Rub me here, okay? Just rub me a little bit.”

I resume kissing her as I slide her hand up and down inside my sex, guiding her slender, slippery fingers through the furrow, showing her what I want. When her fingers touch my clit, I shudder and groan, breaking the kiss again.

“Right there, uh-huh — just rub Mommy right there, okay? Make Mommy feel good.”

I’m still holding her hand in mine, but she seems to understand what I need. Her fingers caress the swollen bud. It’s ecstasy. I shove my tongue into her mouth, grunting with passion, now taking my hand from hers, reaching around and grabbing her butt, pulling her body against mine as I hump her fingers in a frenzy of incestuous lust.

There’s no pretense at this point, nothing the least bit motherly about what I’m doing with her. My little girl and I are having sex, and I love it!

Somewhere, though, in a corner of my mind, I wonder if I ought to slow down. I can feel that the buildup has already begun — the swirling, swelling, rising sensation that tells me an orgasm is soon to arrive — should I ease off, try to wait?

No, I can’t. I can’t stop. I can’t hold back. I hump harder, faster, against her fingers, squealing in erotic delirium as my tongue fucks her mouth.

It’s coming, almost here, almost here… I break the kiss. “Nikki — Nikki,” I pant, “Mommy’s gonna — Mommy’s gonna — unhh— unhh — OHHH!!!”

I climax on her hand, grunting and groaning as my body spasms, the joyous hot pleasure bursting in waves from my center. “Ohh!! Ohh!! Ohhhhh my god… oh my god…”

* * *

Finally it’s over. I begin to come back to reality, and I sense where I am. I have a hand beneath her, clutching Nikki’s ass. Her fingers are still between my legs. I can feel a sticky mess there, my gooey cum. As I try to catch my breath, slowly I open my eyes.

In the manic excitement, I’ve moved up in the bed. My breasts are almost on her face. I slide down a bit, and look at her. “Are you okay, honey?”

“Yeah,” she grins. “That was, um… that was fun, Mom. Like wild, but fun.”

“Good, I’m glad you liked it.” I give her a kiss, just a peck on the lips. Then I kiss her a second time, holding it a little longer. She sighs happily, returning the kiss.

I draw back, studying her once again, making sure I can see no hint of worry or fear or uncertainty. But there’s nothing there like that. Nikki appears completely comfortable, at ease in our newly sexual relationship.

Does she even know that it’s sexual, I ask myself? Well, yes, of course she has to know that. She might be only nine years old, but kids grow up fast these days. I’m sure she understands. Still, I decide to ask her about it anyway.

“Do you know what just happened? With me, I mean? What that was?”

She nods. “Yeah, I think so.”

“We, um, you know, we’ve talked about things like this before. About sex and orgasms, and, well, that’s what I just had. I had an orgasm.”

“Okay,” she smiles.

“Have, uh… we also talked about masturbation, honey, and I told you that it was okay to do it whenever you wanted to. So, I mean, have you ever had an orgasm yourself?”

An even bigger grin splits her face. She looks a little embarrassed, ducking her chin, but nods. “Uh-huh, I have.”

I smile at my daughter, kissing her cheek, nuzzling her nose.

“I’m glad,” I breathe. Then I ask, “Would you, um… would you like me to touch you, and… see if I can give you an orgasm?”

“Would you, Mommy? I’d love that!”

It’s amazing. She shows no hesitation at all. I suppose that for Nikki this must seem perfectly natural, simply a way for a mom and her little girl to share their love. And she’s right, I say to myself. What we’re doing is natural. It’s warm, and loving, and oh my god it feels so incredibly good. How could it be wrong?

I slide gently off her, lying on my side propped on an elbow next to my daughter, who is on her back. I push the covers all the way down, fully exposing her.

For a moment I let my gaze run up and down her slender, barely pubescent body. Then I ask, “Is it all right if I take off your panties?”

“Sure.”

She lifts her hips as I get to my knees, tugging the cute yellow undies down and off, setting them aside. I lie beside her again.

“I love you very much, Nikki.”

“I love you too, Mom.”

We kiss again, but with no tongues this time. It’s a tender, romantic kiss. My heart swells with feeling, with love, with affection, and with lust.

Parting my own legs slightly, I put a hand down there, sliding my fingers between the folds, coating them with my abundant juices. Then I move the hand to my daughter’s crotch.

Nikki has no hair yet, no pubic hair. She does have tiny breast buds — which drive me insane with desire — but that’s the only real sign of her development. Her little pussy is completely hairless.

Gently I rub her, moistened fingers gliding over the smooth, puffy labia. I bring my mouth to hers and we kiss, both using our tongues. Her hands find my breasts again, playing with the nipples. She seems to love touching me this way.

As I stroke her pussy lips, Nikki’s thighs begin to part. She’s making herself available to me. My fingers ease down just a bit. She spreads her legs wider, her labia separating. I’m in her slit now, touching her there, all smooth and soft and warm, and yes, slippery too. She’s wet inside.

When my fingers find the opening to her vagina, Nikki gives a start. I draw back, slowing down, but she grabs my face with both hands, pulling my mouth hard against hers, pausing just long enough to hiss, “Don’t stop!” before urgently kissing me.

So I don’t stop. I kiss my daughter and I fondle her, exploring her virgin sex. My juicy fingertips circle the rim of her vagina. She pants with desire as we kiss. Her slim legs are fully open, as wide as she can make them. She wants this just as much as I do.

I begin to probe her sweet little hole. She’s writhing under me now, humping up and down, eagerly lifting her crotch to meet my touch. I push one finger inside, up to the first knuckle, loving the perfect tender softness of my daughter’s vagina. With my thumb, I find her clit. She gives another start then, and I hear a muffled squeak, but it’s totally obvious that she’s ready for more, almost desperate for it.

We continue to kiss, wetly, as I rub her clit with my thumb, my finger tickling inside her pussy. But will this be enough? Can I make her come this way?

Almost in answer, as if she can read my thoughts, a shudder suddenly runs through her. She breaks the kiss, and her eyes pop open. Nikki stares at me with a look of wonder.

I’m still rubbing her clit, still fucking her pussy. My beautiful little girl is trembling all over, quivering, her cheeks flushed, face shiny with sweat.

“Mommy, Mommy, I —”

And then she comes.

Continue on to Part Two

3
5

My Family, Friends, and Sex – Chapter 1

  • Posted on March 15, 2017 at 7:06 pm

By Purple Les

I am nine years old now, everyone calls me Katy, except for one time when there was a substitute teacher at school, and my mom when I am in trouble. I try not to get in trouble ’cause when Mom yells out ‘Kathleen Anne Watson, come here this instant!’ it makes me sick to my stomach.

I live with just my mom. My dad is in Arlington Cemetery. But I didn’t come here to talk about that stuff. I came here to talk about sex.

Yeah, I know what you are thinking, what does a nine-year-old know about sex? Well I know everything. I know about how babies are made, I know about sex diseases, I know about fucking ’cause I have seen lots of porno, and that’s how I know all about all sorts of weird sex too. Most of what I seen online in porno is just funny or stupid or sick, but sometimes it can be sort of hot too — sometimes.

Anyway, I like to read and talk about sex, and I know others do too, so I have read a lot of stuff and thought maybe I should write something to see if anything I have done might be exciting to anyone. I know some things I read I don’t like, or it’s interesting but doesn’t do anything for me, and sometimes I read one that’s so awesome I have to play with myself while I read it. Like ones where girls my age have sex with their sisters and moms and stuff. I don’t have any sisters but you know I have a mom. I admit I’ve thought about it.

But I want to tell you about my cousin Sammie. Her real name is Samantha, but everyone always just calls her Sammie. She’s older than me, she’s 16 now. Yeah, we had sex, and I want to tell you ’bout it, but I got to tell you some other stuff first or nothing will make any sense to you.

I figured out how to play with myself when I was 7 or 8. I would climb on the monkey bars or slide down a pole and it felt neat, so one day I tried to put my teddy bear between my legs and it felt neat, too. In bed at night if I couldn’t fall asleep right away, I would try touching myself down there, and sometimes I could feel really good. Actually, not really good. REALLY good!!

The best was laying on my tummy with my hands under me down there and rubbing around or pushing against my hands.

Also, I found out one time that by pushing myself against the washing machine during the spin cycle, well I didn’t know it at the time, but it gave me a cum. A real good cum. A cum if you don’t know already is an orgasm.

One time I tried that with my pants pulled down, and just when I was about to have a really good cum I heard ‘Kathleen Anne Watson, what on earth..!?’

Well, Mom wasn’t quite as mad as I thought she would be. But I got a long talking to. It wasn’t a mean talking to, she told me a lot of stuff, you know about our bodies and our girl parts and stuff.

So one night in bed I figured out the best place to rub myself, which for me is this little bump right at the top of my slit, and I had good cums after that whenever I wanted to, and I didn’t get caught no more either, though I missed using the washing machine. Since catching me, Mom would only wash clothes when I wasn’t home.

Then one time when I was in 3rd grade, I was in the bathroom at school with my best friend Mary. We was just going out when these three sixth grade girls came in. One of them said, “Yeah, you brats better scram.”

And then another one of them said, “Yeah, you better unless you wanna rub off with us!” Then they all laughed.

We went out but I forgot my book on the sink and went back in. They looked at me and I told them I just forgot my book, but one of them locked the door, and another one of them said, “Did you forget your book, or did you want to join us?”

I just shrugged, and this one who looked older than the rest ’cause she had boobs said, “Do you know what rubbing off is, squirt?”

I said, “Is it like playing with yourself?”

Another girl who was very pretty but had no boobs and had long blonde hair said, “Hey, she’s not so dumb for a 1st grader!” and they all laughed,

I said, “I’m eight and I’m in the 3rd grade!” And they were all like, well la De DA, excuse us, miss 3rd grader. The three of them whispered to each other and looked excited and laughed.

Then the third girl, who I thought looked kind of like a boy more than a girl said, “We’ll let you out, but if you ever tell anyone what we said you’re dead, understand?”

I swore I would never tell anyone, and then the one with boobs said, “If you want to do it with us you can, then we’ll be sure you won’t tell.”

I don’t know why I said okay. I was scared but I had wondered about other girls doing that so I was more curious than scared.

I watched as they reached up under their skirts and pulled down their panties and lifted their skirts up. They started rubbing themselves. The one with boobs had a big black patch of wiry looking, shiny, curly hair down there. The one who looked boyish had no hair there, and the pretty blonde had just a little wisp of light hair there. The blonde girl got on her knees in front of me and pulled my panties down, and told me to lift my skirt. Then she looked real close at my pussy and started to rub her pussy. The other two were watching me, and the boyish one said, “Yeah, real cute. Hey let’s see her ass.” And the blonde turned me around and they were all like ‘mmm, yeah, nice ass,’ which made feel good for some reason. Then I was facing them again and we were all playing with ourselves watching each other. The one with the boobs was sticking her finger in and out of her pussy real fast and it made this wet gloppy noise.

She had a cum, I could tell, and then I had one too, and the boyish one said, “Hey look at her face. She really came! Cool!”

And then boyish girl came, and then the blonde said, “Shit, I’m gonna cum, nice big one , mmm, yeah…” and then there was a loud, pounding sound at the door. We all jumped a foot. I was shaking I was so scared of getting caught.

We heard one of the lady teachers yelling, “What’s going on in there?! Open this door at once! You’d better not be smoking! Open this door right now!”

The sixth graders pulled up their panties, but I had somehow stepped out of mine, and the blonde picked them up and put them in the pocket of her skirt.

Boobs told me to open the door, and they went to the sink and started to wash their hands. I opened the door and the teacher came in real fast saying what’s going on in here and all that stuff. I said the door must have been stuck. She smelled the bathroom air, I guess checking for smoke.

Boobs said, “It’s just like the squirt said. The door must have been stuck or something.”

They were all drying their hands now, but the teacher took my wrists and held my hands to her nose and said, “What have you girls been doing in here? I want the truth!”

The blonde said, “We just had to pee, and we were washing our hands, I guess the kid forgot to wash hers.”

The school bell rang and she told them they could go, but she held me back and told me to wash my hands. Then while I was doing that she said, “Listen Katy, you had better stay away from those three. I know just what was going on in here, and I never want to catch you doing it again. You understand, young lady?”

I didn’t know how she could ever have known, but I could tell she really did know, and I promised her I wouldn’t ever do it again.

After school, the three sixth graders came up to me and Mary, who always walked home with me, and said I better not have squealed on them, and I swore I didn’t, and I said if I had I guess they would have known about it by now, and since they hadn’t got in trouble they believed me. Then the blonde handed me my panties, and said, “Here, I wouldn’t want you to catch cold.” Then they all laughed and walked off.

I shoved my panties in my backpack, and Mary was wide-eyed and wanted to know everything. I told her everything on the way home.

Me and Mary tell each other everything, ’cause we always keep everything we tell each other secret. We don’t do anything sexy with each other. She doesn’t even play with herself, but she liked the idea that I didn’t have underwear on. So when we got to my house we said goodbye. And then as she was walking off, I yelled, “Hey, look!” Then I pulled up my skirt and wiggled my bare butt at her. She laughed and ran off home.

Okay, now about my cousin Sammie and my first real sex with anyone.

I like Sammie. She is so fun and pretty. Her hair is red, and her eyes are blue, and she has boobies, not very big ones, but she is beautiful. And she has a nice butt too. I have seen her in her underwear a couple times, and seen her in her swimsuit, and I love seeing her like that. One time she sat at my desk brushing her long hair and she was just wearing her bra and panties, and she didn’t notice or care that I was on my bed watching her, we were talking but I was really just checking her out, wishing she would get naked, while I lay on my tummy banging the heels of my feet against my butt and wishing I had the nerve to just play with myself right there and then.

I live in Minnesota, way up north in a town that ain’t on the map. Sammie lives way over in Minneapolis, and they visit for a week in the summer. Sammie stays with me and mom.  Her mom and dad — her dad was my dad’s brother, which makes Sammie and me cousins — her dad and mom and little sister stay with my Aunt Billie, who was my dad’s sister. ‘Cause Aunt Billie has more room at her place and she lives in the bigger town south of us that is on the map. Aunt Billie’s real name is Wilhelmina, but don’t call her that unless you want your arm punched hard.

Anyway, they usually come visit in the summer, when it’s like an Amazon rain forest, except the bugs are bigger here than in the Amazon, especially the mosquitoes.

Well that December when we had sex the first time I turned nine. My birthday is a few days before Christmas, which sucks gift and party wise I can tell you. There wasn’t much snow that year, just a foot or so, and they were coming for the holidays. They would be here a day after Christmas. I was thrilled that I wouldn’t have to wait a year to see Sammie.

I love Christmas time — no school, playing with toys, lots of good leftover food, and all the cookies and cakes and pies. It was extra good ’cause Sammie was staying in my room like she always did. My bed is small so she always got the bed, but that was okay with me ’cause I got to sleep in my sleeping bag on the floor, which I love to do.

I always had to go to bed more early than anyone else. My bedroom was upstairs. It was really the attic, and it was cold, but it was all mine. We had a nightlight on the stairway so I wouldn’t kill myself going to the bathroom if I had to at night. I liked it not to be total dark either, they say ghosts aren’t real, but no one really knows that for a fact.

Anyway, my idea was to stay awake till Sammie came to bed, and maybe I could see her undress.

Well when she came up to bed, first off I was laying the wrong way, facing away from the bed. I pretended to be asleep. Sammie got down on the floor and kissed my head, and said, “Goodnight, angel. I love you.” That made me feel so good inside. Sammie was so nice I felt like a creep for even thinking about spying on her. Then I could hear her start to undress, which was kind of exciting in itself. When I heard the zipper on her jeans come down and the sound of her pants and stuff coming off, I was getting real horny. It was fun trying to picture her naked.

I heard her get in bed, and after a little while I heard my bed start to squeak, kinda slow at first. But then it got faster, and then I heard that wet, squishy, gloppy sound. Just like I had heard when I saw that 6th grader play with herself last year.

Holy smokes, I thought to myself, Sammie is rubbing off. I had been thinking she would never do nothing like that. Yet there she was doing it right in my bed, while she thought I was sleeping.

I heard her say as soft as she could, I think she may have had her face in the pillow or her hand over her mouth, “Fuck, um, oh god yes!” and then a bunch of little “oh, oh, oh, god yes!” Then the bed slowly stopped squeaking, and then I heard a big sigh. I could hear her breathing real hard, but then it got softer, and then I heard her settle in and go to sleep.

I hadn’t dared to move or nothing, but now I had my hand down under my pajama bottoms and was touching myself, but then I dozed off.

The next morning she was out of the room before I woke up. I could hear her talking with Mom downstairs. I played with myself, all snuggled in my sleeping bag. I had a nice cum and just lay there feeling good. Then I smelled breakfast so I got up.

Mom, Sammie, Aunt Billie and Aunt Sue, Sammie’s mom, were all sitting around the kitchen table when I came out of the bathroom, still in my pajamas and robe and slippers.

Mom said the women were spending the day out, while Uncle Peter stayed with my other cousin, Sammie’s little sister.

So I said, how come me and Sammie can’t come, and the answer was it was just for grown up women. I don’t know what made me do it, but I opened my robe and pulled my top up and said, “I’m a woman. I have boobs!” Except for Sammie, they all laughed at me.

Aunt Billie said to my mom, “Hey, Carol, your daughter got a couple mosquito bites.”

Aunt Sue said, “If you have boobs, Katy, where are you keeping them? I’m glad there is one female here with smaller boobs than mine.” Of course they all laughed ’cause Aunt Sue has small boobs.

Then Mom said, “Don’t ever grow up, Katy. I love you like you are. And when you get boobs if you ever lift your shirt up like that I’ll ground you for life.”

Well I guess I knew what they meant, I seen myself last summer at a friends when I changed out of my swimsuit. There was a full length mirror in the bathroom, and I’d never seen myself all naked like that. I hated what I saw. My eyes are blue, like my dad’s were, but my hair and skin are dark like my mom’s. I look skinny. My chest is flat like my tummy, my hips only have a little curve, and my legs are so long that I look like a giraffe or something. Also, my pussy looked like a kid’s, just a slit there with no hair. I turned and looked at my behind. That looked good, I thought. I think it is my sexiest part. I thought I looked a little like I had boobs starting under my nipples, but I guess that was what I thought, since the grownups all laughed at me at breakfast.

Then the grownups got ready to leave. Mom told me to go shower and get dressed. Then she hugged me and kissed me and said, “I love you. Be a good girl while I’m out and do everything Sammie tells you to, okay?”

I said I would and hugged her back. Then I went off to shower.

Continue on to Chapter 2

Her Sister, Her Mentor, Chapter 2

  • Posted on March 15, 2017 at 12:58 pm

By Tommy X

The rest of the day was a blur. When you spend half an hour after lunch eating your big sister’s pussy, it makes it tough to concentrate on class. As Amanda walked to Kelly’s car after the last bell, she was still struggling to make sense of it all. It was all so exhilarating and frightening. She didn’t know what to think. Or feel.

She hopped into the car; Kelly was already there and had it running. Amanda looked over at her, feeling a hint of fear at the expression on her sister’s face. Kelly was glaring straight ahead, refusing to look over at Mandy.

They were halfway home, stopped at a light before Kelly broke her stony silence. “I told you…You didn’t fucking listen.” She jerked her head around and looked at Amanda, her eyes watery with tears.

“I’m…” Amanda trailed off. Her own eyes began to well. Oh, God… does she hate me now?

Kelly looked at her. Their eyes locked. Then suddenly Kelly grabbed each side of Amanda’s head and kissed her. Kissed her long, hard, and passionately. Amanda felt the warmth and love surging through her body again. The light turned green and they motored on, headed for home.

“Now what?” asked Amanda.

Kelly sighed. “Well, I sure as hell didn’t count on us getting paired up together… but I guess if we’re going through with this, I have to teach you. Mentor you, like Codi said. You see, she wasn’t kidding when she said we run the school. Virtually every part of your high school life is going to be as part of this group. You’ll see and hear and do things that you never imagined. Today was one thing. But there’s so much more. And it gets even crazier.”

They pulled into the driveway. “Shit,” said Kelly, “Mom’s here. I was hoping we could fuck again before she got home.”

That very thought made Amanda blush. “Jesus, Kelly. Don’t say that.” She squirmed in her seat slightly at the thought of more sex with her gorgeous sister.

Kelly got a devious look in her eyes. “Why? Oh, you aren’t turned on by that thought, are you?” she teased. And without looking her way, Kelly dropped her hand into Amanda’s lap and pressed two fingers into her mound, rubbing it hard and fast for a few seconds.

Amanda moaned and thrust her hips forward, but Kelly had already stopped. “Damn, Mandy… way to be subtle!” Laughing, Kelly quickly left the car, leaving Amanda dry humping air for a moment.

Moments later, the girls stormed into the house. Their mother Karen was in the kitchen surfing the web on her laptop, sipping a glass of wine and relaxing. “Hi, girls!”

“Hi, Mom!” Amanda said in passing as they bolted for the stairs.

“We’re gonna take a shower, Mom! We’ll be down for dinner!” shouted Kelly.

We? thought Karen. Since when do the girls take a shower at the same time? She shrugged and turned back to her computer, clicking on the hidden web browser showing lesbian S & M videos. An image came up on the screen of a young girl bent over a table, completely naked but for a leather mask that covered her entire head.

Sighing happily, she slid a hand down into her panties and prayed the girls would stay upstairs long enough for her to finish. Then, dinner.

Scurrying into their rooms, the girls quickly stripped down to bras and panties. Amanda trotted toward the bathroom they shared, oblivious to the distant moaning and heavy breathing coming from the downstairs kitchen.

When Amanda opened the bathroom door, the shower was already running and Kelly was just stripping off her panties, bent over, ass to the door. Amanda sucked in her breath and just stared.

“Close the door, silly,” Kelly said. “And get naked.”

Amanda dutifully closed the door and peeled off her underthings. Kelly leaned over and placed her hands on Amanda’s hips, pulled her sister close and planted a luxuriant kiss on her mouth.

Amanda was just getting into it when Kelly broke away.

“We have some work to do first, hon.” Kelly said with a devilish smile, sliding her fingers down into the red curls of Amanda’s hairy pussy. She grasped a clump of pubes and gave it a tug.

Amanda frowned. “What are you doing?”

“Hmm, did that hurt? Guess we’ll just have to do something about it.” She reached over to grab a can of shaving foam and a razor.

“Aww, but I like my hair! I keep it trimmed and neat and everything! Can’t I keep it?”

“No can do, sweetheart,” said Kelly, “I like my bitches smooooooth!” She motioned for her sister to hop up on the counter by the sink. Amanda did so, and Kelly spread her legs apart.

“Jesus, Mandy, look how wet you are!” Kelly laughed as she slid her index finger up and down Amanda’s juicy slit. Amanda tossed her head back with a moan, stunned at how lovely it felt.

Kelly squirted some shaving foam on her hand, then smothered her sister’s wet pussy in it. Amanda drew her feet up to the counter, opening herself wide so that Kelly had access to everything from her pussy to her asshole.

With a wry grin, Kelly twirled the razor. “Trust me, Mandy?”

Amanda tensed slightly, “Uh…”

Kelly leaned in and kissed her on the mouth. “You better.” With that, she began to slowly and carefully shave her little sister’s vulva.

Soon the sink was awash in red curly pubes. Her task complete, Kelly wiped the excess foam from her sister’s now hairless cunt. She ran her hands across the now barren landscape and slid a finger from Amanda’s clitoris down through her moist slit, finally settling on her tight pink anus.

Amanda stiffened momentarily and Kelly smiled. “Not to worry, I’m not gonna finger that cute asshole of yours, not just yet.” She lunged forward. “Maybe a quick lick, though…”

Kelly trailed her tongue through Amanda’s smooth pussy groove, gliding down to her puckered ass, licking playfully at the tight recess. She felt Amanda’s muscles relax slightly, allow her tongue to explore just inside her sister’s rectum. Up above, Amanda was moaning and playing with her cute perky tits.

Moving upward, Kelly pushed her tongue into Amanda’s wet pussy, listening to the gasps of pleasure as the younger girl began to hump her face. Pulling back, Kelly worked a finger in and began pumping it to Mandy’s rhythm. Moving in on her sister’s hooded clit, she gave it a few teasing licks, then sucked on it, pulling it into her mouth between puckered lips.

Amanda exploded, her legs slipping off the vanity, accidentally dislodging Kelly from her oral duties. But Kelly kept pumping her finger in and out of Amanda’s dripping pussy until her baby sister shuddered and came.

Kelly slid her finger out of her sister and licked it clean, relishing the girl’s scent and taste as a flushed and very satisfied Amanda regained her breath.

“Not bad,” Kelly said passing her hand once more over Amanda’s pussy. “It’ll do, at least until we can get you waxed. Now let’s shower off before Mom gets suspicious.”

The two girls stepped into the shower and washed themselves and each other, wasting a lot of hot water in the process. All the while, they continued to share lustful tongue kisses.

“Y’know, I was kinda pissed when Codi set me up as your mentor,” Kelly said, cupping her younger sister’s ass. “But I’m starting to like the idea. You’re drop-dead hot, after all… and I do love you, even though you’re a pain in the neck sometimes.” Mandy was surprised to see that her big sister was blushing slightly. Then again, Kelly hasn’t told me she loves me for ages…

“I… I love you too, Kelly,” Mandy replied. “And just so you know — I’m really into us doing sex stuff together.”

“Good. Okay, enough lovey-dovey stuff!” Kelly smirked, her old self again. “Just understand this, little sis: if you do everything I tell you to for the next few weeks, your life will be cooler that you can ever fucking imagine. Now let’s get out of here and dry off.”

Downstairs, the extra time the girls took in the shower was greatly appreciated by Karen as she came. She shuddered, legs buckling, only supported by an arm braced on the kitchen counter. On her laptop, the screen showed a fist slowly withdrawing from a young woman’s cunt.

As they toweled down, Kelly looked at Amanda, “Hey, what class do you have right after lunch?”

Amanda paused, water beading down her lithe, taut body. “Chemistry.”

“With Mr. North or Ms. Garcia?”

“Ms. Garcia, why?”

“Oh,” Kelly furrowed her brow, then gave her sister a wicked grin. “Guess you’re stepping up to the big leagues right away. We’ll talk about it tomorrow.” She kissed her sister and slipped out of the bathroom.

Continue on to Chapter 3

Two Little Girls and Their Gym Teacher, Part One

  • Posted on March 14, 2017 at 5:57 pm

By Misty Meadow

I’m picking my daughter Holly up from school and looking for a parking space when she comes hurtling out from the school gate and streaks across the road without looking. Horns honk and tires screech.

She flings the car door open and leaps inside, excitement written all over her face. I’m about to start a lecture on pedestrian traffic safety when she bursts out, “Guess what! M & M were suspended today ‘cos they were caught in a stall in the bathroom with no clothes on and a girl in the next stall heard them and they were saying all sorts of stuff about undressing and fingering each other and she reported them and…” All this comes out in one breath. She’s referring to her two classmates Maia and Morgan, inseparable best friends.

“Hold on,” I say, pulling out into congested traffic. “Slow down. Start at the beginning and tell me what happened.”

“All I know is that this girl reported what she’d overheard and M & M were taken out of class and then we heard they’d been suspended. I haven’t had a chance to talk to either of them yet.”

“Don’t get too excited, Holly. To me it just sounds like two young girls having a bit of naughty fun in the bathroom. I did that sort of thing at your age. Don’t make it a bigger thing than it already is.”

“But the whole school’s talking about it! When they come back to school, everyone’s gonna be laughing at them.”

“Except you.”

“Exactly! Except me. They’re both my best friends and I feel so bad for them.”

“When we get home, you can call them. You can invite them to your birthday party on Saturday.”

“My birthday’s not until next month.”

“So, we’ll bring it forward, just to show them we appreciate them and we’re still good friends. Who else do you wanna invite?”

“Miss Lane.”

Oh, this is perfect! She’s Holly’s gymnastics coach and from what Holly tells me, she’s probably gay and I’m guessing Holly has a crush on her. To be honest, I’ve been interested in Miss Lane for some time now, but never had a chance to talk to her for more than a few minutes.

“Fine. We’ll call her, too. Is it true what they say about her?”

“Oh, yes, I’m pretty sure. She’s always touching us, positioning our limbs and bodies correctly in the gym class. It all looks accidental, but she’s brushed my crotch more than once. Oh, Mom, this is gonna be so cool!”

*****

Everyone hates paedophiles (well not me, I’m hardly in a position to). Most people think of paedophiles as dirty old men in raincoats who hang around outside the school gates with bags of candy in their hands, enticing young girls into their windowless vans and coercing them to have sex, and if the child is unwilling, violently force them to perform ugly acts of depravity. I don’t think that’s quite an accurate picture. Those creeps are the exception and yes, kids need to be protected from them, but there’s a bigger picture. We shouldn’t forget women paedophiles.

Originally the word meant “lover of children,” and in that sense, paedophilia’s widespread, maybe universal, an admirable condition, to be encouraged. But the word’s taken on a sinister connotation, giving rise to images of molested youngsters, damaged for life, so now paedophilia comes somewhere between war crimes and genocide on the acceptability scale.

Almost all little girls are cute in the way that puppy dogs and koala bears are cute which triggers in us a desire to protect them, hug them, kiss them, reassure them, tell them that they’re beautiful and loved, rub their bellies and scratch their ears… sorry, that’s puppies again. But sometimes the wires get crossed, and a child’s cuteness, in addition to arousing protective instincts, arouses sexual urges. Maybe it’s a kind of synesthesia, the blending of two senses, like people who hear colors and taste shapes. The sexual urge is perfectly fine as long as one doesn’t act on it, but if the arousal is enough to overpower one’s restraint, then we have a problem.

But there must be millions of men and women out there who see school letting out, with hordes of young teens and preteens streaming out of the school gates in their uniforms and white socks, and who sigh with longing, but never act on their feelings. Most of them would tell you that the thought of forcing themselves on a kid is horrifying and that all they want is to make a child happy. This might come across as the excuse of an accused offender, but what if it’s true? What if there’s a silent majority out there whose secret desire is to arouse children and who are never discovered? What if the number of underage boys and girls who have sex with an adult and enjoy it and thus never talk about it, is huge? There’s no way to know.

I’m not a paedophile exclusively. My brief marriage was disaster, even though the sex was hot. He was violent and I soon got rid of him and was lucky enough to keep custody of his kid, my darling Holly, now eleven years old. So, strictly speaking, she’s my stepdaughter and I love her to bits. And I’m finished with men.

My obsession with young girls started with little Vicky, a neighbour’s kid whom I babysat when she was ten and I was thirteen. She seduced me, signalling her desire for intimacy by showing off her underwear in so many lewd ways, that she might as well have used semaphore. I took her into the bathroom and was only slightly surprised when she demanded that I get in the shower with her to “soap her back” and then insisted that I lather her all over, including the naughty bits.

“Do it again!” she begged after I’d pushed my soapy finger inside her. Then she proceeded to wash my cunt in exactly the same way. She was the first girl to ever make me come. Over the summer we repeated our adventure several times until, to my dismay, the family moved away. She was in tears when we finally said goodbye, and she never told anyone about how her hymen came to be ruptured.

Kids have sex with kids. Didn’t you? Does that make us all paedophiles? Remember the words of Juliette’s father: “…she hath not yet reached her thirteenth birthday.” Romeo couldn’t have been much older, but you don’t hear audiences at the Globe yelling, “Hey, Romeo, you fucking child molester! Get off the fucking stage!”

Think about this for a moment. Is paedophilia now where homosexuality was a century ago — illegal, immoral, unnatural and deserving of the most extreme punishment? So, does the future hold a golden age in which having consensual sex with an underage person is considered perfectly normal, like gay marriage has become?

*****

Holly and I went shopping in Oxford Street for a party dress for her. On the way home, on the tube, a woman sitting opposite was staring at Holly. Guessing why, I looked sideways at my daughter and sure enough, there she was, sprawled as usual with her legs carelessly spread. The woman had a delicious view up her dress.

I wasn’t surprised. Holly is an incurable exhibitionist. I was the same at her age so it doesn’t bother me, in fact I feel a little thrill when she acts lewdly in front of strangers. Exiting the tube station, I mentioned it and we giggled together like two naughty little girls.

We’ve settled on a simple black dress in a kind of wispy material which would be see-through were it not for the slip that lines it. It would be nice to see her in it without the slip. It’s deliciously short, showing off her slender thighs and it flares out revealingly when she pirouettes. White ankle socks add a “little girl” touch. We also bought a pair of pink silk knickers, split down the front from waist to crotch and tied with a little bow. She looks adorable.

Maia and Morgan arrive, followed minutes later by Miss Lane, who’s dressed in white linen slacks and a cream silk blouse through which I can see a lacy camisole. She looks even more attractive than I remember.

“I’m Misty,” I say, shaking her hand and eyeing her up and down, “we met at the PTA.”

“I remember. Call me Kelly. Hear that, girls? We’re Kelly and Misty this afternoon. You can be formal on Monday, back at school. That’s a nice dress, Holly.”

I know exactly what’ll happen next. Holly pirouettes in a full circle, reverses and spins the other way. Her dress arcs out and reveals her naughty pink knickers beneath. “Oh, what gorgeous knickers,” says her teacher, grinning. “Who gets to pull the little bow?”

“That’s up to Holly,” I say.

“What color knickers are you wearing, M & M?” Kelly asks Holly’s friends.

Without hesitation, they lift up the fronts of their sun dresses. Maia’s are pale blue and Morgan’s are plain white cotton. My pulse quickens. When little girls lift their dresses, it makes my knees go weak.

“What about yours?” they ask us. It’s a fair question. I lift up my skirt and show everyone my white nylon almost see-through knickers. Not to be outdone, Kelly unfastens her slacks at the side and lets them fall. She’s wearing white silk tap pants with lace trimmed legs that match the lace on the camisole I can see through her blouse. She looks tastefully sexy.

“I might as well leave them off,” she says, folding her slacks over the back of a chair. We’re getting off to a good start.

We go into the living room. Presents are given, and soon the girls are sitting on the floor surrounded by wrapping paper, oohing and aahing at the gifts, while Kelly and I relax on the couch. When three eleven-year-old girls in skirts are squatting on the carpet preoccupied with something, you can be sure that you’ll get to see plenty of underwear.

“Aren’t they just adorable!” Kelly breathes, staring at the display.

When the gifts have been thoroughly inspected by all three girls, they dash upstairs to Holly’s room and slam the door.

“So tell me,” I ask Kelly, “what was the suspension all about?”

“M & M were fingering each other in the bathroom stall and were overheard. They were quoted as saying, ‘Oh, that feels nice,’ and ‘Push it in further’, and ‘Pretend I’m a boy and kiss me’. I suspect they’re no strangers to pussy touching.”

“Wow, they’re only eleven.”

“When I was their age I was up to all sorts of naughty stuff, just like that. Weren’t you?”

“Well, I had a lot of sexual fantasies, but I never got to touching until I was thirteen.” I tell her about little Vicky, the memory still fresh in my mind.

“Oh, you bad girl!” she says, mockingly. “So you like young girls, too?”

“Little girls, yes, but big girls as well.”

A gentle smile lights up her face. This might be the moment to make a move on her, but I hear the girls running down the stairs. Never mind, we can continue this conversation later.

“Time to swim, guys,” I call. “Last one in’s a rotten egg.”

“We don’t have our swim suits,” Morgan protests.

“We don’t bother with swim suits in this house. We’re gonna skinny dip.”

“Cool!” say Maia and Morgan in unison, their faces lighting up.

The kids dash out across the patio to the pool in the middle of the lawn and Kelly and I follow at a more leisurely pace, wineglasses in our hands. We sit on the patio steps and watch the girls undress. I’d have liked to see them strip off slowly, one at a time, but in under five seconds, they’re all naked, pulling their ankle socks off, leaving dresses and knickers scattered all over the lawn. They all jump into the pool, swim to the deep end and cluster in a group, laughing and giggling.

I look at Kelly, stand, drop my short skirt and pull my cotton tank over my head. I wait for a beat, letting her look at me, then slide my nylon knickers down and step out of them. Her gaze is riveted on me. I watch her unbutton her blouse, take it off, and let the shoulder straps of her camisole fall from her shoulders. She pushes it down, together with her tap pants, in one smooth movement and steps out of them. Her pussy, like mine, is perfectly shaved. Her tits are small and perfectly shaped, with no need for a bra.

She grins, saying, “There’s not a pubic hair between the five of us.”

She takes me by the hand and together we jump into the pool. She does a few laps then we all gather in the middle of the pool. That’s when the fun begins. The girls invent a game where they swim underwater between our legs as we stand facing each other. I feel arms and legs and hands brushing against my inner thighs and little thrills run through my body. We move farther apart with each pass until we’re well spaced and the girls can no longer manage to stay under long enough. Then they go off to the deep end again and huddle, whispering to each other.

Kelly and I stand in the shallow end, then she hoists herself up on to the pool edge and sits, leaning back on her elbows, legs invitingly spread. I stand, waist deep, in front of her, as close as I dare, admiring her slender body. Whether deliberate or not, her pose is quite lewd. She sees me staring at her pussy with its big floppy lips and amazingly large clit. It must be almost half an inch long.

I have an almost irresistible urge to press my face between her thighs, but manage to control myself. She lifts her heels and puts them on the drain that runs round the pool at the waterline and lets her legs fall open.

“Do you like my cunt?” she asks, bluntly. Most girls would call it a pussy, but the word ‘cunt’ has a nice crude ring to it.

I lean in to inspect it more closely. “You have an amazing clit.”

She grins. “Wanna touch it?”

I glance over my shoulder to where the girls are still huddled. “They might see.”

“I wouldn’t worry about that. When I was doing laps, I could see that they were touching each other underwater. That’s why they were giggling.”

“Wow! Really? My girl, too?”

“All of them.”

I look again to see the girls preoccupied, and reach out with both hands to spread her lips, revealing a bright pink cavern. Then I take her clit between my forefinger and thumb and gently pinch it. She lets out a little gasp of pleasure. I look over my shoulder again and see Holly swimming towards me, so I let go and step back.

“Mom!” she says, surfacing beside us. “Were you touching Miss Lane’s… sorry… Kelly’s cunt?”

Her teacher doesn’t seem shocked by Holly’s use of the ‘C’ word. I dodge the question. M & M swim over to us.

“I’m getting cold,” I say, hoisting myself up on the edge and standing. All three girls stare up at us with expressions of… well not quite adoration, but certainly with interest. Kelly stands up and together we collect all the discarded garments from the grass. We go over to where the table and chaise lounges are, in the shade of a big tree. I put the dresses on the table and carefully fold Maia’s pale blue knickers and Morgan’s white ones, pressing them against my cheek. Kelly laughs. We start to dry ourselves with big bath towels.

“So you appreciate knickers too, huh?” She picks up Holly’s pink ones and holds them up. “Someone pulled the bow, look.” The split front gapes wide, the two ribbons hanging down. “I wonder who it was.”

We sit and sip our wine until the girls climb out of the pool and I fold Holly in a towel and rub her body all over, pressing my hand between her legs. I no longer care if M & M see, we’re all complicit. Kelly does the same, first with Morgan, then with Maia, her own hand lingering between the girls’ thighs, until they step away and sit on their respective lounges.

“So, girls,” Kelly asks, “Who pulled the bow?”

M & M look at each other, grinning.

“We both did,” says Maia. “We each took an end of the ribbon and slowly pulled it until the bow came undone and then we spread her knickers open and looked at her cunt.” Is Holly blushing, or is it my imagination?

“Oh, my God!” Kelly breathes. “That must’ve been so exciting. I wish I’d been there.”

“We could re-enact it.” I can hardly believe I’m saying that. It’s one thing to have my own preteen daughter fooling about with other kids, but Kelly is a grown woman, a lesbian to boot and I cold be starting something that might get out of hand.

I expect Holly to be reluctant, a bit shy perhaps, but she eagerly agrees. So I pick up her knickers and carefully tie the bow, making sure the two edges are firmly together, then hold them open for her to step into. She slowly pulls them up her thighs.

“Let Kelly pull the bow,” she says. “Maia, Morgan, you guys have had your turn.”

“Yeah,” I agree. “Go for it, Kelly!”

She drops to her knees in front of my daughter and we all stare as she slowly tugs on the bow. We watch breathlessly as the knot slowly comes undone and Kelly reaches with her fingers and spreads the gap wide, revealing my little girl’s cunt in all its glory. Holly smiles at us, then as Kelly leans back out of the way, she spreads the gap even wider with her own fingertips, gazing down at herself, then just as we think we’ve seen it all, she spreads her cunt lips, deliberately displaying the pinkness inside. Kelly sits back on her heels, transfixed.

Holly looks up at her. “D’you like my cunt?”

“Oh, my God, it’s heavenly!” Kelly gasps, her face flushed with excitement.

Holly steps over to me and I carefully re-tie the bow, closing the gates of heaven. “Always leave them wanting more,” I whisper to her.

“Jesus, I nearly came,” Kelly murmurs to me. “It’s no good denying it, I think your little girl’s adorable.”

I lean in close and quietly ask, “Have you ever touched her in the gym class? Not that I’m complaining, but you’d be taking a helluva risk.”

“Oh, the occasional accidental touch, nothing that could be construed as inappropriate.” She keeps her voice low, so the girls can’t hear.

“They don’t mind?”

“No. I think some of them have crushes on me.”

I feel a surge of jealousy. “Does Holly?”

“If she wants to tell you, then she will.”

“If you ever think about retiring, let me know. I want your job.”

She laughs.

I pick up Maia’s blue knickers and hold them for her to step into, but Morgan gets there first. “Maia and I are gonna swap knickers,” she says.

“We are?” says Maia. “Okay, if you want to.”

I pull the knickers up Morgan’s legs and then hold her knickers for Maia. She pulls them all the way up to form a distinctive camel toe. Then I take Kelly’s silk tap pants and look at her. She reads my mind and nods. I pull them on. All four of them make appreciative noises. Kelly tells me I can keep her tap pants as a gift, then takes my knickers and dons them.

“You’re the only one wearing your own knickers,” I say to Holly.

She murmurs something which might be, “Not for long,” then adds, “Let’s go to my room.” The girls run indoors and upstairs.

“While they’re having fun, we’ll go to my room,” I say, taking Kelly’s hand.

Continue on to Part Two

3
1

I Was the Daughter of a Porn Star, Chapter 78

  • Posted on March 14, 2017 at 8:01 am

More Conference Room Fun

By Cheryl Taggert 

If you need help keeping up with the characters, you may go here.

I looked at Chelsea and her red face told me she was completely embarrassed that her friend had more or less outed the girl’s aunt for introducing her to the joys of masturbation — and who knew what else. I could tell the child was near tears.

“It’s okay, honey!” I said quickly to her. “I was first shown about the pleasure of my pussy by an adult woman, too.”

The shock effect of my words did the trick. She was so amazed at my confession she forgot to cry.

“You were?” Chelsea asked.

“Who?” Amber wanted to know.

I decided I had to lie because I didn’t know these two well enough to trust them with the truth that my mother did the honors of showing me about masturbation, as well as girl-girl sex.

“It was a babysitter. Her name was Hannah,” I said, using the name of my classmate and the roommate of Lisa’s former girlfriend, Brenda.

“How old was she?” Amber asked.

“How old were you?” Chelsea followed up.

I laughed. “I was only six, and she was my age now, eighteen.” Again, a little fudging on my mom’s age at that time, but I wanted them to picture me, or someone very much like me, as I told the story.

Chelsea said, “Wow. You were only six?” I nodded.

“Did you like what she did?” Amber asked.

“As a matter of fact, I did.”

“How did it happen?” the girls asked in unison, and they laughed.

“Well, I walked in on her in my mom’s room. She was watching an adult movie. Do you know what they are?” I asked.

The girls grinned another conspiratorial grin.

“We’ve watched them on the computer,” Chelsea admitted.

“Together?” I asked, grinning that same ‘let’s share a secret’ grin.

They looked at each other and Amber shrugged, apparently agreeing to admit to their sexual shenanigans. “Yeah.”

“Do you–” I paused, “do anything else together while you watch them?” I gave them a ‘don’t deny it’ look. They both blushed, which gave me their answer. “Don’t worry,” I said. “I won’t tell anyone about it. I swear.”

“So what about you and Hannah?” Amber wanted to know. I noticed her hands were in her lap, and while the table hid them from view, I suspected from her slight arm movements that she had managed to start touching herself, though certainly not in earnest. At least not yet.

“Well, as I said, she was watching this adult movie on the VCR in my mom’s room, and she was naked and lying on the bed. I saw her hand was at her pussy, rubbing herself. I startled her when I spoke up because she thought I was napping, but she was caught and she knew it. She ended up asking me to join her on the bed naked and she’d show me some things.”

Chelsea laughed and asked, “What did she show you?” as if she didn’t already know.

“Well first she showed me her pussy and what she liked to touch the most, which is called a clitoris.”

“Yeah, we know about that,” Amber said.

“Then she had me touch her there while she watched the movie. Then she started touching me there, too, and it felt extra special good.” I took a second to pause and check out my audience of two. Each girl had her hands in her lap, and there was no mistaking what they were doing.

“Are you two enjoying this?” I asked, grinning a naughty smile.

The girls noticed each other and laughed.

“We can’t help it!” Amber said.

“Yeah, it sorta demands attention,” Chelsea added.

I looked at the girls and took a deep breath. This was the moment of truth.

“Is it okay if I do it too?” I asked.

The girls looked at each other, their grins wide. “Sure!” they said, once again in unison, and laughed.

I stood up and checked to make sure I had locked the door to the conference room and on the way back to my seat, I tugged my shorts and panties to my knees, revealing my hairless pussy to the girls’ excited gazes.

“You don’t have any pussy hair!” Chelsea said.

“I had it removed by laser,” I said. “I like it like this better.”

The girls stood up and moved to where they could see my pussy. They were still in their skirts and panties, of course.

“You know, you two could join me if you want to,” I said, my meaning clear.

They looked at each other, and Amber reached up to her waist and pushed the skirt, which had an elastic waistband, to the floor. Chelsea joined her, and soon their panties and skirts were on the floor. They now stood beside me, naked from the waist down.

“So, go on with your story,” Amber said, reaching down to her bald pussy. Chelsea followed her friend’s lead. I watched for a second as their fingers dug into their slits, separating the folds to get to their clits.

Using my fingers, I spread my lips and pushed my finger down the slit and into my vagina, coming back out with a finger covered with my juices that I smeared over my clit, which had already begun to throb. Four eyes followed every movement of my hand without blinking for fear they would miss something.

“So anyway, we watched the movie and touched each other. Soon, she was coming and then she decided to show me how to come too.”

I looked at the girls, their fingers buried between the folds within their gorgeous pussies.

“So she got down between my legs and put her mouth on my pussy and began licking me there.”

“Ooh! My sister does that to me!” Amber confessed.

“So does my aunt,” said Chelsea.

“You girls like that?” I asked, knowing where I wanted to take this.

“Uh-huh, a lot!” Amber said. Chelsea nodded emphatically in agreement.

I pushed my legal pad and other things back on the table to give them room where they could set their little butts. “Would you like for me to do that right now?” I asked.

Without saying anything the girls clamored onto the table, and sat in front of me, their legs spread wide and dangling over the edge. Two ten-year-old pussies winked at me.

I leaned in and began licking Amber first. She sighed at the contact. I stopped for a moment to warn them.

“Don’t make any sounds, girls. We don’t want anyone coming in here to investigate.”

Grinning, they nodded, and I resumed my enjoyment of Amber’s little muffin.

I licked and sucked her with abandon, wanting to give the girl an orgasm she would remember for a long time. I glanced up the girl’s belly to her face and was surprised to see them kissing each other, complete with tongues. I nearly came myself just from watching them kiss. Not only that, but Amber’s hand was now fondling Chelsea’s mound, pushing her fingers between the folds of the girl’s inner labia and running her fingers over Chelsea’s clit.

Amber began to come, and I could hear her breath coming in gasps as she did her best to muffle her moans against Chelsea’s mouth.

Then I moved to Chelsea’s beautiful slit, which had been abandoned by Amber’s hand in the throes of her orgasm. The girl’s little clit was peeking out of its hood slightly, and my mouth glued itself to the tender bundle of nerves, licking and sucking it. My tongue did a mad dance against the girl’s most sensitive spot, and I had her coming in less than ten seconds.

Chelsea, too, used her friend’s mouth to muffle her moans and tiny squeals.

When they were finished, I sat back, admiring the girls’ cunnies, which were now wet with their juices and my saliva.

Leaning back in my chair, I began to fuck myself with my left hand while rubbing my clit with my right. Both girls, having recovered quickly from their climaxes, got down on their knees and watched my hands up close.

Suddenly, I felt a tongue on my inner labia. Then there was another on the other side.

The girls were leaning in and licking my pussy like a couple of experts.

I removed my hands and let them do the honors.

The girls seemed to be fighting for oral domain over my clit. Their tongues swiped at my swollen pleasure button, pushing the other’s tongue out of the way as best they could.

Finally, their mouths met on my clit, and the girls sucked their side of the sensitive nub.

That was all I needed. My body seemed to hurl itself into a volcano of orgasm. I pushed my forearm into my mouth to prevent me from screaming. I felt my insides ripple with the tremors, and soon I was a mass of quivering flesh while my brain wondered if I would be able to manage a repeat performance from these two little sex dolls at our next meeting.

The first hour had passed, and I had to return them to their classroom, where I remained and watched them interact with their peers for the second hour.

When I left, the girls came up and hugged me, asking me when I would be back. Their teacher was more than impressed. She was stunned at their reaction to me.

“I’ve never seen those two so–” she paused to search for the word she wanted. “…enthusiastic about anyone else before. What in the world is your secret?”

I looked at the teacher and basically told the truth. “I don’t treat them like little kids.”

Okay, that did leave out the finer details, but it was the truth, or as much of it as I could ever tell her.

I went to UCLA for my remaining classes after stopping for some lunch. When I got home later, I didn’t mention how the first interview with Amber and Chelsea went. A girl’s got to have some secrets!

*******

On Thursday, I arrived at the classroom and was met by not only the girls’ teacher, but their mothers as well.

Warning bells went off until I found out why they wanted to talk to me.

“I’m sorry, but I had to tell them why the girls were so much more well-behaved. I couldn’t take credit for it, so I told them it was you,” Ms. Sanderson, their teacher said.

“Me?” I wondered aloud.

“Yes, you!” Amber’s mother said. “When Amber came home Tuesday, she literally gushed about you! I’m afraid she has a bit of a little girl crush on you. I hope that’s alright.”

“Sure, that’s fine,” I said, not wanting to take it much further than that.

“And Chelsea’s been the same way!” her mother said. “All I’ve had to do since then is warn her that I would remove my permission for her to keep seeing you, and she straightened right up. I’ve not had this much success with warnings since telling her she wouldn’t be able to stay with my sister last summer if she didn’t behave.”

I smiled, knowing all too well why that had happened. “That would be Chelsea’s aunt she went on about,” I said.

“One and the same, I’m sure!” Chelsea’s mother said.

“Here they are now,” said Ms. Sanderson as the girls skipped into the room to start the day. They apparently hadn’t known their mothers would be there.

“Mooo-ooomm!!” Amber said.

“You’re not taking away your permission, are you? I was good!” Chelsea said to her mother.

“Yes you were good,” her mother said. “I was just letting Miss Cheryl know what a wonderful influence she is on you.”

Chelsea heaved a sigh of relief. “Whew! I thought you changed your mind or something!”

“No, dear. I just wanted to thank Miss Cheryl.”

“You’re going to be a wonderful child psychologist one day,” Amber’s mother said. “If you ever hang out a shingle for patients, let me know. I’ll recommend you to every mom I know who’s having a problem.”

At that moment Amber’s father walked in. I’d never met him before, but as we were introduced, he was looking at me oddly as if he knew me from somewhere before. Of course, I knew he’d seen at least one of my movies. I figured I better do what I could to diffuse what could become a problem.

“Haven’t we met before?” I asked him.

He said, “You know I was just thinking the same thing. You do look familiar.” I could tell he hadn’t placed me yet.

“Where do you work?” I asked.

He named a local real estate company, telling me he was a salesman there.

“Of course, that’s it!” I said. “I was in there not that long ago asking about a property my mother was interested in. I saw you in there. I remember. You had on this same tie.”

“Oh, well, that explains it,” he said. He turned to his wife and said, “Honey, are you ready? We need to be downtown by nine and the traffic’s murder.”

I mentally wiped my brow with an unsaid ‘whew’ and thanked myself for the quick thinking. Mom had warned me people would recognize me, but this was the first time I was afraid it would cause a real problem for me. Being in a few porn movies had benefits and costs. I’d met Lisa because of it, but I’d also met Hannah and, as a result of that, Brenda. Then again, that had turned out pretty well for both Lisa and me, but the tension it caused wasn’t good.

I guess that’s why people say life’s a mess no matter what you do to try to keep it cleaned up.

When I took the girls into the conference room, I locked the door and turned to them.

“What do you want to talk about today?” I asked ignoring the conversation that had just taken place in their classroom.

They grinned, sat down, propped their feet on the table as they had done last time, and pulled their skirts up above their waists.

Neither wore panties. I was greeted with the sight of their tasty little pussies. Reaching down, Amber spread her lips and Chelsea copied her movements. I could see moisture covering their dark pink lips.

“Have we been busy with each other already this morning?” I asked.

The girls giggled.

“Yeah. We did a sixty-nine with each other under the bleachers in the gym, but we didn’t come yet,” Amber said.

“Oh?” I asked.

“Yeah, we decided we want us to all get naked today and you let us suck your boobies,” said Chelsea.

The door was locked, and the idea sounded like a good one to me. I began to wonder if I could manage to introduce them to Lisa.

After we got naked, I wanted to watch the two of them together for a while, so they climbed onto the large conference table and repeated what they’d done under the gym bleachers.

“Are you sure nobody saw you?” I asked.

“Mm-hmm,” Amber grunted, her mouth too full of pussy to speak at the moment.

It was going to be another wonderful day.

Continue on to Chapter 79

1
1

How My Niece Juli Came To Be My Vixen, Chapter 6

  • Posted on March 12, 2017 at 3:43 pm

By Openmindedwoman

Through eyes still hazy from my suckling masturbation, I sat up and looked at the bright outside. Then I shrugged the rest of the way out of my bra straps and let it fall behind me onto the couch.

“I hadn’t noticed that large painting above your fireplace,” I offered. “It’s very sensual! It almost looks like… ummmm, if the colors were a little different…”

“It is a Georgia O’Keeffe,” Anita answered. “It’s called Flower Abstraction. I have another in my bedroom called Orange Petals. She does wonderful work with the swirls of flower closeups. Actually, I chose it because it reminds me of some other petals that have pinkish swirls and depth when you slide them apart.”

She raised the waistband of my panties. “If you just didn’t have these on, you might be able to tell.”

“You surround yourself with sensuality, Anita,” I cooed, leaning her head onto the warm shoulder next to me, and lifting my hips a bit to let Anita’s fingers slide deeper. “And your beautiful daughter is bringing all that into her being as well. I do hope Juli’s training has enough of that soft element.  She has turned into more than a bit of a naughty mouth when she feels aroused.”

“Nothing wrong with that, Leslie,” Anita countered, “showing Amy how to let those thoughts go openly, turning into sometimes wicked words… she needs a little more of that. They look so comfortable with each other. I do love it that Amy has found a friend who has such an adorable aunt, and who has taught her all the delicious things a young girl can know about.”

We watched the two girls peering in for a minute or two, my right leg slung up over Anita’s thigh so that both of us had our legs nicely spread, pointing toward the large glass doors. The girls giggled and whispered some more, then turned to face to each other, rubbing their noses back and forth a bit. Amy’s long flat tongue licked out and slid from Juli’s chin upwards to her nose, and then, turning her head a bit sideways, back and forth across Juli’s mouth.

“Hmmm,” Anita queried, “is that some kind of ‘girlfriend ritual’ or something?”

I lifted her hips a bit further to allow Anita’s fingers full access, and we watched as Juli performed the exact same licking pattern across Amy’s chin, nose, and mouth. The two girls had dropped their tee shirts and their hands were cupping each other’s young firm breasts.

“That is probably my fault, Anita. Some time ago Juli particularly wanted some kissing lessons. The little minx. I wonder now if she was just using it as an excuse for us to touch, but whatever it was, it got to be very… well… into exploring each other’s mouths and tongues in a way that produced a lot of wetness, and I’m not even sure just how it went there, but she was very much into that, and so the licking and sharing saliva from our mouths back and forth sort of got to be a thing for us. Maybe she has led Amy down that path. I wouldn’t want her to go too overboard that way, if it’s not your style.”

“Are you kidding?” Anita giggled, letting her fingers slide into my wet groove, and then pulling her hand back out to lick the sweet woman nectar from them. “All the different kinds of girl wetness and taste we can give each other are wonderfully exciting to me, and if Amy learns to enjoy that from a sweet one like Juli, then that’s a plus in my book!”

I glowed at the way she and I seemed to fit, and how well our darling girls seemed to fit, learning from each other, fully aware of both their own body sensations and those of their mom and aunt. It was clear from how the girls were putting on a little show for us, just outside the glass, how much they enjoyed all of it… they tugged on nipples and continued licking each other’s mouths, faces, necks and firm young titties, not caring where the saliva seemed to flow.

Anita obviously could tell that I was mesmerized by their openly intimate and naughty wet play. She said, “It occurs to me that there is one thing you and Juli have both helped me with that you haven’t had the chance to experience yet, dear Leslie. It looks like they might be just in the kind of mood we need for that, and it feels like you might already be in the mood, too.”

She rose and with a few strides tapped on the glass door, crooking her finger to call the girls inside. Then she returned to me, smiling, pulled off my soaked panties, and guided me a kneeling position on the couch, on hands and knees.

“There is just enough room for you two to lie side by side,” she said to Amy and Juli, patting the couch under my hanging, swaying tits, “with your heads right under here.”

The girls looked at each other, giggled, quickly stripped their shorts and panties, and clambered up onto the couch, hip to hip, snuggling underneath me.

“Juli, your auntie hasn’t had the chance to feel both of her delicious nipples suckled at once, especially by two such eager sweet young mouths. Amy, for sure you know how to give her all the pleasure a woman can stand, don’t you, darling?” said Anita.

My head swam in anticipation as I leaned down to kiss and lick the two girls’ slim bellies that lay just below my mouth. I felt the pressure of Anita’s warm hand on my shoulder blades, caressing them, fingertip stroking my back, and then urging me to lower my tits to their waiting mouths. My full, heavy C cups swayed like pendulums, my extended nipples sliding back and forth across the young faces until the girls opened their mouths and captured both of them, immediately licking, swirling, opening their mouths wider to take in the nipples and my large light brown areolae, filling their little mouths with as much as they could pull in, and then releasing, until their lips closed just around my nipples, suckling, sliding their slippery tongues back and forth over the tips, circling around them in tight swirls, and then sucking again.

I heard myself mew, and sighed, “God ohhh god yes, darlings, do it to me just like that.” Then, as I felt Anita’s exploring fingers slide up the insides of my thighs, I braced myself on my hands and opened my knees as far as I could for her.

Amy released the luscious breast long enough to look over at Juli, smiling at how Juli was so good at imitating her technique. “I love your auntie’s tits, Juli,” she grinned. “No milk for us, but her nipples are amazingly big, and can you feel how she jumps when you use your teeth just a little bit?”

Juli nodded, “ummm hmmm,” turning to her barely teen lover for a sloppy tongue kiss, and then raised her hands to hold each side of her Aunt Leslie’s breast, manipulating it, rubbing the hard nipple around her face from eyes to chin and across her closed mouth in the slippery wetness. Amy did the same on the other side, and then they resumed their attack on my overly sensitive teats.

I groaned and wiggled my hips against the palm of Anita’s hand as it slid between my legs to cup my vulva, massaging it, back and forth, then letting a thumb slide into my well lubricated pussy.

“Please, ohhh, please, yes, use your teeth just a little more. Nip at me a little, suckle auntie’s tits… harder… unhhhhhh yessss.”

Juli and Amy responded to my urgings with their mouths, and with their own fingers, now with arms crossed over each other to find the smooth bare girl petals, slits and clits that were crying for attention. It drove me crazy to see them so wantonly spreading their slim legs for each other, exploring, fingers two at a time parting their folds. I watched with my head spinning, and then in amazement as Juli pulled her fingers from her friend’s oozing slick cunnie and lifted them to my mouth, offering a taste of Amy’s teen juices. Eagerly I sucked and licked and cleaned her fingers, only to find them replaced by Amy’s fingers, coated with the familiar taste of my darling niece.

I could feel Anita’s mouth on my bare ass cheek, licking each side, then nipping just a little, teasing and tasting. She worked her hand further so that her fingers found my clit as well, scissoring it, rolling it, flicking it with a fingertip until I felt the signs I knew so well begin. Tightness, pulsing around Anita’s thumb, more feverish bucking of my hips, and unintelligible hisses and moans and half words falling from my mouth.

Sensing what was going on with me, the two girls increased their speed and pressure, and first Juli, then Amy went over the top as well, letting go of the soft dangling tits above them and turning into each other’s arms, licking and kissing one another’s mouths as they felt their own orgasms overtake them.

I went down onto my elbows, and the girls giggled as they slid out from underneath, rolling onto the far end of the couch, still clinging to each other, faces flushed, hair disheveled, legs splayed without modesty of any kind. Anita gently let her thumb slide out of my dripping channel, but continued to gently cup and roll my pussy lips, as if finishing a fine massage, letting her friend come down from what she knew was a huge orgasm.

“Isn’t it beautiful, Leslie?” Anita whispered, kneeling beside the couch and leaning over my prone body as I extended my legs and lay gasping on my stomach. “Isn’t it the most intense thing, to be milked, as it were, by two sweet young and nubile girls?”

I rolled onto my side, nodding, smiling, extending a hand to Anita’s arm to return a loving stroke. “More than beautiful, my lover friend. It’s almost overwhelming!” Then I cocked my head enough to address the two girls. “Is that what you were whispering about outside, you two, when we first saw you there?”

Juli looked at Amy, then back at me. “Actually, no, Aunt Leslie. Actually,” she paused, “actually, I was wondering if it isn’t time for you to be opening up your lake cabin, and do you remember I got to go along last spring when you did, and, well, I was just wondering if maybe Amy and her mom could go along with us for a girls’ club kinda like weekend, maybe?”

I smiled broadly. “Oh, Juli, I’m sure your mom would be fine with that, and it’s clear that we all know each other well enough now that any of the ‘girls’ club’ things we did there wouldn’t have to be a secret, right?”

“Told ya it would be okay,” Juli smiled at Amy, then turned to me again. “Ummm, there’s one more thing, maybe, though. Amy has a friend who has been sorta talking to her about things, and Amy thinks it’s a perfect sort of time to see if she is thinking what we think she is thinking…”

Juli’s words rambled a bit, and Anita asked, “Is it Tracy, the girl you’ve been hanging with after school some this spring?”

Amy nodded. “Yeah… she talks a lot about things she’s done at sleepovers that I haven’t been at, but I think she’s in a way asking if I would ever do those things or if she is crazy to do them and stuff like that. I just know she is ready to be in a girls’ club, and we could, well, Juli says the cabin is a cool place to be private and do… whatever…”

I looked at Anita with a rather wicked smile. “Could be dangerous, Anita. We would have to take it step by step, but you never know. What do you think?”

Anita’s smile grew quickly. “I think my daughter is a pretty good judge of what other girls are thinking, and if we can help with that, from what I know of Tracy, we would all enjoy her company.”

Juli jumped up and clapped her hands. “COOOL!” she exclaimed. “This will be the best girls’ club ever, I just know it!”

Continue on to Chapter 7

A Young Desert Rose, Chapter 4

  • Posted on March 11, 2017 at 4:09 pm

By Sunnybunny

The two stared at each other, eye to eye, Heather swaying on her feet with a sudden wave of dizziness. Everything from the last night’s… events… came flooding back to her in one overwhelming tidal wave. The cool night air whipping the girl’s hair around, the way her profile seemed to glow in the setting sun… the feeling of her slender frame as it was caressed in her groping hands.

Heather pressed a hand to her forehead, willing her to turn away from those piercing little eyes but found herself unable to, rendered completely immobile by the child’s striking stare. The world was tilting beneath Heather’s feet, threatening to send her staggering sideways until she toppled over like a house of cards. Coupled with the lost money, this was becoming too much.

Angie raised her chin, bathing her profile in the early morning sunshine, and her freckles practically shimmered like diamonds. The corners of her mouth were tugged up into a wry smile, and her eyes were all for Heather. It was a knowing grin, the one shared between two mischievous friends who were preparing to pull off a rather clever scheme. Or perhaps, Heather wondered in some deep and far off corner of her brain, she already had.

“Hello there, Angela!” Walter boomed like a cannon beside Heather, the sudden jolt tearing her out of her shock and sending her crashing back to Earth. “You look bright-eyed and bushy-tailed!”

Heather groped a hand along the trunk of the car to steady herself, glad that the man was too focused on the girl to notice her dishevelment. She had to get a grip on the situation or risk losing everything. Walter was smiling broadly at the child, curiously unsurprised by her sudden appearance at such an early hour.

Angie only had eyes for Heather, never leaving the older woman who was doing all she could to keep from cowering away in her presence. She had a mad idea the child would open her mouth to inform her that the sheriff was looking for her. The only cop in town with an APB on this sick woman with a penchant for taking kids for rides into the desert to feel them up. She could even see it, Angie bowing at the waist to spill the beans like a bratty little — well — kid.

And Walter’s reaction? She imagined his face would pale at first, perhaps even before his jaw would fall, and he would look at her with an accusatory gaze. Then the shock and horror would bleed away to disgust…

“So, you DO remember me,” Angie sang instead.

Walter, clueless to the fact he was definitely not part of this conversation, interrupted again. “You’ve already met Angie, huh?” it took Heather a moment to figure out that he was talking to her and wanted some sort of response. She nodded her head. It was the only thing she trusted herself to do under these bizarre circumstances. He continued, “Don’t surprise me none! Everyone around here knows Angie… or rather, knows to watch out for her!” He winked at her good-naturedly.

Angie stuck her tongue out but the smile never left her face. “Yeah, we know each other already. Right, Heather?”

Heather was sweating bullets beneath her clothes that had nothing to do with the desert temperature. Angie was teasing her, clearly enjoying making the woman squirm with their shared knowledge and understanding that Angie could rat her out at any moment. And of course, she didn’t know the other problem Heather was having…or did she? What on God’s green earth had possessed Heather to take this brat for a ride? Buy her ice cream? And…

Walter chuckled, clueless and not at all bothered by the rather cryptic implications in her knowing tone. “Well how’s about you help Heather with her things and I’ll head back to make you some breakfast too?”

“Sausage? Biscuits? Some gravy?” Angie asked, sounding hopeful and very much like the child she should be for a moment.

Walter roared and shook with laughter, the tray tittering noisily in his hands. “You must have this place confused with the Ritz, girl! We don’t do a full continental here!”

Angie, undeterred, “And a tall glass of orange juice?”

Walter bowed his head, shaking with quiet chuckles. “Guess I better get before you request to see a menu! You two hustle up and I’ll be back in a jiff!”

Walter lumbered away and his presence was immediately missed by Heather, suddenly terrified of being left alone with this child and her mischievous smile.

Angie rocked back and forth on her feet, clapping her hands together behind her back, then her front. “So, do you need a hand?” she asked, looking for the first time since reappearing like she did not know what to say.

“What are you doing here?” Heather attempted to muster all of her grown-up fury, to try and intimidate the child into a hasty confession. It might have worked if her voice hadn’t wavered.

Angie shrugged and glanced back down the road, toward her father’s garage. She nodded her head, “Daddy always goes in early, but today a part was supposed to be delivered and he wanted to be there to get it and finish up that job that’s been sitting for a dog’s age. And to get an early start on drinking. He and the sheriff, Rick, blow through a case every day.”

“That’s not an answer,” Heather said.

Angie turned her head, surprised by the sharp tone or so it seemed. “I don’t have to tell you nothing.” Again, Heather was surprised by the girl’s maturity. The statement hadn’t been malicious, it was just stating a simple fact. She may as well have been commenting on the weather.

“Then what are you doing here?” Heather righted herself, hoping that rising to her full height like a grizzly bear may sway some leverage back into her favor.

“I came to see you,” Angie answered airily. “Was I not supposed to?”

“I… what?”

Angie drew nearer, lowering her voice despite the pair being quite alone, but something in the open air of the parking lot made it seem necessary. “I didn’t tell nobody what you did.”

Heather replied automatically, “Why not?”

Angie looked puzzled but kept her voice down. “I thought about it, what you did to me, about the way you just up and did it. That’s the way grown-ups do things, isn’t it? They just up and do something or take something without bothering to see if you’re even interested. Like dragging us to church every Sunday or taking us into the city for a movie we don’t even care to see.” Angie fished around in the back pocket of her shorts and produced a small, silver lighter and a square-ish cardboard box. It was such a queer sight that it took Heather a moment to realize that Angie had just pulled out a pack of cigarettes. “Or maybe It’s this guy that you’ve known your whole life and one day he tells you–” (She flipped open the box and pulled out one of the long cancer sticks) “You’re the prettiest little hound dog I ever did see!” She lowered her voice to a booming baritone. “Can you mold my clay for me?”

Heather gasped aloud, taken aback by the child’s frankness. “Angie…”

She stuck the cigarette between her full lips and flicked the flame of the lighter to life with the other hand. “Hmm?”

“They really let you smoke?”

Angie shook her head, grinning. “Gosh, no! But I’m far enough away from the shop that nobody will see and if Walter comes back, I’ll toss it quick. Want one?” Angie offered the pack forward but Heather waved it away. She smoked, but the last thing on her mind was a cigarette.

“I’m sorry, Angie,” Heather confessed. “I’m sorry for what I did, for what others have done to you.”

She waved the comments away with her cigarette hand, shaking her head. “It’s just the way things are here. It’s me, it’s my fault.”

Heather started to protest automatically, but Angie held up a hand to silence her. “No, it’s true. Ever since I can remember, everybody stares at me. Boys, girls, it don’t matter.” She twisted the toe of her foot into the dirt, a rather girlish gesture, Heather noted but did not interrupt. “I first noticed it, during this school play a few years back. I didn’t even have a part, really — just one of the backup singers — but I kept noticing that everyone was just… staring at me, ya know?”

Heather nodded, urging the child to finish.

“At first I thought I was just being crazy. That they was just watching the stage and I was imagining things. Then my solo came up and I took center stage and… it was like the whole world just stopped turning, and I was the only thing that mattered to ‘em.” She exhaled smoke, dragged, exhaled again. “After that, I just couldn’t stop noticing it. When I was riding my bike around, I’d catch them making eyes at me, hoping the wind kicked up just right so they’d get a good look at my panties or something like that.” She looked away then, trailing smoke from her lips. “And when they wasn’t looking I guess I felt — I don’t know — disappointed?”

Heather couldn’t help herself. Maybe what came next was inevitable fate but she was heartsick for the poor child. So young and to be shouldering such a heavy burden. Despite the urgency to find it, all apprehension about the lost bag melted away. Not gone but not as pressing. “Come inside,” she offered, stooping down to start collecting her bags. “We can talk more.”

They hauled everything inside the narrow living space and dropped it all to the floor, making a haphazard pile in one corner. Unpacking could wait. Heather started to close the door behind them but decided against it. She wanted to help the girl, to hear her out, but the last thing she wanted to chance was being alone with her again behind closed doors. She left it standing open, watching the shadows from the morning sun grow shorter as the day progressed.

Angie seated herself on the edge of the bed, dragging absently on her cigarette, down to the filter and using a tumbler glass from the cupboard as an ashtray. “Heather?”

Heather turned to face the girl, not daring to go nearer than she was, resting against the dresser and in clear view of the door. “Yeah?”

“After I got home last night, I thought a lot about what happened,” She started.

“So, you said,” Heather replied, apprehension tensing up in her chest.

Angie nodded her head, stamping out the cigarette. “I thought about how you felt up under my dress, the way you kissed me. I thought about it and…” She paused, watching the wisps of smoke trail up from the glass. Heather watched anxiously, terrified by what she would say next, terrified that she wouldn’t say anything more at all.

“I played with myself,” Angie confessed at last.

Heather closed her eyes, tensing all over, suddenly overcome with flashes in her mind of Angie, curled up beneath the blankets of her bed, one hand caressing down her panties and rubbing at her swollen, preteen clit.

“I play with myself a lot,” she continued. “But this time it felt good. Well, it always feels good, but this time was different. Thinking about you made it different, Heather.” She reclined back in her seat, resting the flat of her palms against the bed, sinking in an inch.

Heather stole a frightened glance at the door, half-expecting to find Walter there, breakfast tray glued to his hands and looking aghast at what he had overheard. The doorway was deserted.

“I think I know what I want.”

Heather was too afraid to ask, said nothing, could almost hear what was to come next like a deadly premonition.

“For once I want to know what it’s like to want to be touched. To touch someone back and want to make them feel good, too. I want to have a say so in what happens to me.” Her eyes narrowed, determinedly. “I want to kiss you, Heather.”

The air inside the small motel room suddenly grew stifling hot. The world tilted beneath Heather’s feet again and would have sent her sprawling about the room as if caught in an earthquake if not for her grip on the dresser behind her. She closed her eyes and tried to focus on the sound of her breathing, the pressure of blood flowing in her ears, the quiet hum of the overworked air conditioner, but it was all for naught. As soon as her eyes closed, her imagination was assaulted with more images of Angie. There, that deep, golden tan was all over and seemed to shine like precious metal in the sunlight. In her mind, they ran through those barren fields they had spied just outside of town together. They were both naked and smiling as if gleefully unaware. Their hands were joined together as they dashed about, laughing like loons, pleased that they were the only two people that mattered in the whole wide world.

“Heather?” Angie again, tearing her back to reality. “Did you hear what I said?”

Heather nodded, unable to talk through the swelling knot in her throat.

Angie mirrored her reaction, biting her lower lip and looking down, clearly not the reaction she had expected. When Heather at last found her voice, it cracked, as if she hadn’t spoken in weeks rather than seconds. “You don’t know what you’re asking, Angie. You’re just a kid.”

Angie twisted her face up into a tight frown. “You’re saying a kid don’t know what they want? That they can’t be in charge?”

“No, I’m saying that you should just… try being a kid?”

Angie chuckled, but it was a humorless sound. “Because that’s worked out so well… no, being a kid sucks, Heather. It really sucks and I’m tired of going along with it.”

Heather regained her balance but the heat wasn’t going away, nor was the looming presence of the open door, and try as she might to stop herself, she kept glancing over. “You’re not kissing me,” she replied, trying to sound firm in her decision.

Angie was in the process of lighting up another cigarette, pausing to speak with the flame wafting before the white stick. “Why? Afraid I don’t know how? You’d be surprised…”

There was an air of mystery in her trailing off. It sounded almost like a dare. A double dare even, something fitting for her age. Her age, yes, Heather thought. Something she desperately needed to keep in mind as things low in her abdomen seemed to clench tighter and tighter… wetter and wetter.

“No,” Heather intoned, stretching the word out to put a bit more finality on the matter but Angie was persistent, perhaps sensing the growing weakness in her adult counterpart.

“You won’t have to do nothing,” Angie reaffirmed, dragging lightly on the cigarette, ashing it into the glass. “Just stand there and let me kiss you. That’s all.”

The first signs of irritability began to surface inside of Heather. If it was one thing that drove her crazy, it was having to repeat herself, and that overrode any feelings of arousal. “The answer is No, Angie. N-O.” A kiss could lead to more-much more-and Heather was desperate to put this matter to rest and focus on the more pressing task at hand. Find that money took precedent and with Walter due to waltz back in at any moment, she could not afford any dalliance indulging Angie any further. No, she decided. It was best to stamp this problem out as quickly and quietly as possible.

Angie lapsed into a disappointed silence, idly puffing away at her cigarette without taking in any lungful, more or less just creating smoke clouds that hung in the air like gathering storm clouds.

“You know that you want me to,” Angie replied quietly, perhaps knowing that she had already overplayed her hand but was stubbornly refusing to give up.

Heather bent forward, snatched the smoldering cigarette from between the girl’s fingers. “Give me that.”

Angie looked startled by the sudden reaction but made no move to stop Heather, to wrestle the smoke back.

Heather took it between her lips and took a long drag. The filter was still warm from Angie’s touch, a little damp from her mouth. It had been ages since Heather had had a cigarette. Longer since she’d really enjoyed the act of smoking at all. It tasted of dry paper and processed poison on her tongue, in her throat, disappointing her. She had thought maybe, just maybe, there would be a hint of the girl before her there. A phantom of taste that could reawaken the sweet sensation of her body…

Heather was playing a dangerous game, she knew that, could see herself teetering on top of a high cliff that was bathed in golden sunlight with oblivion stretching out far below.

“You shouldn’t smoke these.”

“Who’re you?” Angie challenged, unabated. “My mom? She ran off years ago. Some hot shit photographer that stayed in Oasis one summer to take some nature photos. They got really friendly. That’s what everyone here says about it, when they talk about it, which is all the damn time.”

Heather nodded, thinking there were so few things to discuss in Oasis. Old scandals likely got rehashed despite their lack of relevance in the here and now. The missing bag tried to thrust itself back into her thoughts, but she pushed it away again.

Angie shifted in her seat, reclining further back on the mattress until she was practically lying down, perched up by the crook of her elbows. “They met in the diner, just across the way there. I know because I was with her then, and they got to talking and had lunch together, then dessert. I lost count of how many hours passed by there while they talked each other up. I left for awhile and came back and they was still sitting there, eating two pieces of pecan pie and in no big hurry to go anywhere. I think I ended up walking home.”

Heather shook her head miserably, overcome with empathy for the child. She knew all about parental abandonment, not that she would ever share such an intimate detail.

“She came home all smiles and laughs, telling us all over dinner what a ‘fascinating’ guy he was. How ‘hysterical’.” Her quotes were bitter. “Dad got real jealous and they had a row later that night, when they thought I was sleeping. I cried myself to sleep that night for the first time but not the last.” She raised her hand to her lips, searching for the cigarette and momentarily forgotten that it had been swiped. Despite her better judgement, Heather handed it back. “Thanks,” Angie murmured.

“Please don’t cry,” Heather said, not sure if it was for Angie’s sake or her own.

“Who’s cryin’?” Angie asked, wiping at her eyes with the back of her cigarette hand. She sat up then and looked a little embarrassed but greatly relieved. “I guess I should go.”

Heather nodded, feeling a mixture of emotions herself, both wanting her to go and wanting her to stay. “I want to apologize again,” she confessed but Angie waved her off.

“Apology accepted,” she replied airily. “But if you want to pay me back, I could think of a way…”

She was on her feet now and closing the distance between them, languidly, clearly in no hurry. She looked up at Heather from inches away, making Heather recoil a little from the precociousness dazzling in her light eyes. For one terrifying moment, Heather was certain Angie was going to kiss her, could even picture it happening as if it were happening to someone else. The girl would rise to her tip toes, lift her chin ever so slightly to the air and slowly her eyes would drift closed. Heather felt herself tense in anticipation, going rigid like a deer in oncoming headlights, unable to move, not wanting to move…

Angie reached past her and stamped the cigarette out in the cup. The look she parted with was a sly one. “I’ll be seeing you around.” And then she was gone.

Continue on to Chapter 5