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The Joy of Looking, Chapter 132

  • Posted on June 21, 2016 at 2:00 pm

By Naughty Mommy

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Is it possible to get eight girls side by side into a queen-size bed?

Believe it or not, it is. It helps, of course, if most of the kids are young and thin, under 10 years old, and if they don’t mind being piled in together like puppies. The girls in my bed weren’t bothered by that at all. In fact, they seemed to enjoy it quite a bit, based on their happy sighs and giggles.

It was almost midnight. We’d finished our ice cream, then played a long game of Truth or Dare, then given one another fresh hickeys, several of them not on the neck but on the chest, like mine. We talked a little more after that, then put on some music and turned the lights down low and danced around naked in the semi-dark, having fun and laughing and flirting and turning each other on.

At around 11:30, I said we should probably go upstairs and brush our teeth and get in bed, just in case the moms came home earlier than we expected. We wanted them to think we were asleep so we could do what we were planning to do.

And now we nestled snugly under the sheets, gossiping and telling stories, trying our best to stay awake. I’d left the overhead light on for that reason, but as soon as I heard a car drive up, I would make sure to jump up and turn it off. I was on one side of the bed, closest to the door. Molly was next to me, then Emily, Samantha, Chelsea, Riley, Alexa, and finally Kate on the far side.

As we chatted, I couldn’t stop thinking about something Alexa had revealed during Truth or Dare. On one of my turns, I’d asked her, “You told us earlier you like girls more than boys. So, what age girls turn you on the most?”

She was required to answer honestly, of course, since she’d already opted for ‘Truth’. But clearly this wouldn’t be easy for her. Alexa hesitated, blushed deeply, opened her mouth to begin, stopped, cleared her throat, and finally stammered, “Um, well, you know, maybe about, like, um, like about around age 11 or 12, or, or, or… or even a little younger, like only 9 or 10. That’s the truth.”

By then she was blushing beet red, though no one else seemed disturbed at all by this admission. To reassure her, I’d said, “It’s okay, I agree with you. That’s my favorite age. And my mom’s too. I think for a lot of people it is.”

“Really?” she’d asked, eyebrows raised.

“Yeah, I mean, people don’t like to talk about it. They say it’s wrong, but I think it’s only natural. That’s when girls start to get really sexy, right? Getting their little boobies and stuff?”

Alexa’d nodded, as had some of the others. We’d looked around at one another for a moment as we sat in a circle on the floor, admiring the lovely nude feminine bodies in various stages of early sexual development. Then we went on to the next player.

As we lay in bed and I recalled that scene, I wondered what was going through Alexa’s mind right now. Was this 16-year-old, who’d confessed her desire for pre-teen girls, feeling aroused? Did she want to have sex with my sister Kate, who was next to her, and possibly even with her own little sister, Riley? Was Alexa attracted not just to young girls but also to the forbidden allure of incest, like I was?

That thought made me simmer with lust. I slowly reached under the covers, surreptitiously sliding my hand onto Molly’s thigh, then easing over a bit more to caress her hairless vulva. She giggled, and reached for me too. Now I began to wonder something else… was I the only girl whose hands were straying beneath the covers, touching and teasing, or might others be doing the same?

Suddenly we heard a sound — a car door slamming, first one, then another. In my libidinous reverie, I hadn’t noticed them driving up.

“Uh-oh, they’re here!” I said, hopping out of bed and dashing to the door, switching off the overhead light. Then I scampered back to the bed, squishing in beside Molly.

“Shhh!” I urged.

We heard the front door open, and women’s voices. They were loud, laughing, playful, maybe a little drunk, or perhaps more than a little. I tried to hush the other kids, especially the younger ones, who were giggling almost uncontrollably.

Finally they settled down, and we waited in the dark. It would be at least ten or fifteen minutes, I figured, until it would be safe for us to get up and spy on our moms. We’d have to let them relax a bit first, probably have something more to drink, hopefully start kissing, making out. That’s what we were hoping to see. That, or even more.

The kids were whispering to each other and quietly giggling. I couldn’t stop them from doing that, and no one could hear them anyway. Plus it would help them stay awake — although right now that certainly didn’t seem to be a problem. Everyone was jittery with excitement.

When I thought the time was right, I slipped from beneath the covers and tiptoed to the door, the others following close behind. We were like the line of dwarves in Snow White, sneaking along in the dark — except we were young, female, and nude.

I opened the door just a crack. We could hear more laughter, jokes being made, glasses clinking in toasts. But we heard something else too, soft moans and the occasional wet smack of lips on lips.

Earlier, I’d prepared the group, telling them what to expect and what we would try to do. They performed beautifully now, executing my instructions with military precision. We crept out into the hall, lining up in the shadows, pressing our backs to the wall. So long as we remained silent, it was likely no one would see us.

We could see them, though, at least a few of them. We saw Megan standing by the end of the sofa, a drink in one hand, her other hand on Dana’s bottom. Dana was kissing and nuzzling Megan’s neck, while also humping her leg, her arms wrapped around the taller woman. The two of them were still fully dressed, although their attire was skimpy and provocative, designed for partying and seduction.

Dana wore a little white dress with a yellow sash at the waist. It had cap sleeves and was very short. Megan’s hand was under the dress, squeezing Dana’s butt. As we watched, Megan slipped her hand inside Dana’s white cotton panties.

“God,” I heard Alexa breathe. She was next to me. I raised a finger to my lips, urging her and the others to stay quiet.

Megan was wearing the sleeveless dark green mini-dress I’d seen her in before a few times. As a hairdresser, she didn’t make much money, obviously, and couldn’t afford an extensive wardrobe. My mom helped Dana with hers, often buying nice things for her ‘daughter’ when they went shopping together. At any rate, Megan looked fantastic in that dress. It was perfect for her, showing off those long luscious legs.

The other woman we could see, from our vantage point against the wall, was Theresa. She was seated on the sofa, near the pair who were making out, but facing away from them, looking at someone else. We couldn’t tell for sure, but likely Theresa was watching Paula and my mother, making out or maybe doing more.

I decided it was safe for us to move in just a bit closer to get a better look. I signaled to the girls and we stepped forward, not up to the railing, but about halfway. Now we could definitely see Mommy and Paula, and they were making out. My mom was in an armchair with the other woman on her lap. Their hands were roaming all over, grabbing each other’s boobs through their clothing.

Then the clothes started coming off. Megan tugged Dana’s dress up, opening two buttons in the back, behind the neck, then lifting it over head and tossing it aside. Underneath, Dana wore a dainty white cotton bralette, suitable for a barely pubescent girl. Megan took that off too, then leaned down to lick and kiss her lover’s stiff nipples.

Theresa stood up briefly, shimmying her pencil skirt up around her waist, then pushing down her panties and stepping out of them. Her shoes were already off. She sat again on the sofa and spread her legs, beginning to masturbate with one hand. The other hand she raised to her face, holding her blue satin panties over her nose, inhaling the scent. Although we couldn’t see, my guess is that those undies were wet with her juices.

Meanwhile, my mother unbuttoned Paula’s blouse and pushed it off her shoulders. She wore no bra. My mom smiled and licked her lips, then began sucking the woman’s nipples. Paula groaned in pleasure, grabbing Mommy’s head, pulling her close.

Inclining my head slightly, I scanned down the line of girls standing eight abreast in the darkened hall. As I’d expected, some of them had already begun to play with themselves. Kate, Molly, Chelsea, and Riley were rubbing their pussies. The other three, Samantha, Emily, and Alexa, were still just watching the action.

I nudged Alexa, and when she glanced at me, I nodded toward her crotch. At the same time, I started masturbating. She quickly followed my lead, as did Samantha. It took Emily maybe a minute or two longer. She could be kind of shy sometimes, but finally the pretty green-eyed brunette began to play with herself as well.

In the family room below, the orgy was really heating up. Megan took off Dana’s white cotton panties, then sat the young blonde next to Theresa on the sofa, pushing her slim legs wide apart. Reaching behind her beck, Megan unzipped her own dress and let it fall to the floor. She was completely naked beneath it, which surprised me. It made me wonder if she’d had any panties on before, when they went out dancing, because that dress was extremely short. Anyway, now the redhead knelt between Dana’s legs and began eating her pussy.

“Yes, yes, yes,” sighed Theresa as she watched and masturbated. She’d taken the undies away from her nose and was using them now to rub her clit. I knew how wonderfully good that could feel, slippery satin against your sex. Yummy!

Paula was kneeling on the floor now too, licking my mom. Mommy had one leg lifted over an arm of the chair, red panties dangling from her ankle. Her blouse was open and she was holding her breasts in her hands, massaging them, pinching the nipples. Paula’s blouse was off, but she still wore her denim miniskirt. It was hiked up around her waist, however, and we could see one hand moving between her legs, rubbing herself through her panties. As we watched, we saw my mother lift her own breasts toward her mouth, bending down to lick first one, then the other hard nipple.

I looked at the girls again. Kate, I could tell, was almost ready to come. It usually didn’t take her very long. Riley was kind of huffing and puffing, both hands clenched between her legs. I didn’t know if that meant she was on the verge of an orgasm, but it looked like she might be. None of the others appeared to be especially close, but everyone was vigorously rubbing themselves.

We heard a loud squeal. It was Dana, coming in Megan’s mouth. Seeing and hearing this put Theresa over the top. “Ohhh!!” groaned the beautiful brunette, shuddering repeatedly as climactic spasms coursed through her.

A moment later, my mom came too. “Fuck, fuck!” she cried, now holding Paula’s head, pulling the woman’s face against her cunt.

Kate reached orgasm, fucking herself with a finger. She managed to stay mostly quiet, letting out only a few whimpers, but with all the noise the moms were making it’s likely no one would have heard her anyway. Then I heard a gasp. I looked at Riley. She staggered back, leaning against the wall, eyes shut tight, slim little body shaking as she climaxed.

Standing next to me, Alexa uttered a strange sound, a grunt that sounded almost like a cough. It meant, I learned, that she was coming. She’d turned to the side, away from me, looking at her little sister. Alexa grunted that way again, bending slightly at the waist each time, and then I saw and heard — and smelled — something amazing. The teenager had come so hard that some of her juices fell to the floor, splattering onto the carpet between her feet.

It was so fucking hot, it made me want to come as well. I rubbed myself faster as I turned to see what was happening below. And wow! They were really going at it now!

Dana was on her back on the sofa, with Theresa crouched between her legs, eagerly licking her. Paula had left my mom, taken off the rest of her clothes, and was straddling Dana. She was sitting on her face, kind of rocking up and down while pinching Dana’s nipples between her fingers. On the floor in front of the sofa, meanwhile, Mommy was riding Megan, scissoring with her, one of the redhead’s gorgeous long legs held high in the air.

By then, Riley had mostly recovered. She came forward to rejoin the line of girls, panting heavily, licking her fingers. Alexa was sucking her fingers too. In fact, she was exchanging hands, going back and forth, sucking the fingers of one hand while plunging two fingers from her other hand deep inside her juicy pussy, then trading off. It was like she was eating herself!

Kate was also fucking herself again, middle finger moving rapidly in and out of her vagina, trying for another orgasm. I managed to get her attention, though, along with the others, and motioned them to step forward a little more, right up to the railing. Now if anyone looked up, they would be sure to see us, which is exactly what we wanted.

For a minute or so, no one did see us, being as engrossed as they were in their own activities. We rubbed ourselves or fucked ourselves while watching our moms fuck each other.

My mother was the first to notice us. She smiled broadly, eyes twinkling, licking her lips as she gazed at the group of naked girls, underage voyeurs — but never interrupted the rhythm of her tribbing with Megan. She continued sliding her wet cunt up and down against the redhead’s. Both women were nude.

“Oh my god,” whispered Alexa. “That is awesome!”

When Megan saw where my mom was looking, she followed her gaze and smiled at us too, lying on her back on the floor.

“Mommy,” said Samantha. I leaned over the railing so I could see what she was doing. The freckled 7-year-old was holding her little pussy open with her fingers, displaying it to her mother.

The sound of a child’s voice had caught Theresa’s attention, and Paula’s as well. Both were gawking at us.

“Now, you guys,” I said to the kids. “Do it now, like Samantha.”

We had planned for this, our simultaneous exhibitionism. All at once, the eight of us pulled back our pussy lips, fully exposing ourselves.

“Goddamn,” said Paula, as she climbed off Dana’s face. “Goddamn!”

She wasn’t angry, though, not at all. That was clear from the grin on her face, and from what she did next — the nude woman sat on the sofa and lifted her legs, hands behind her knees, showing us her pussy. Dana, who’d sat up next to Paula, giggled and did the same, her cheeks and chin gleaming with Paula’s juices.

Theresa was standing and staring, open-mouthed. It seemed she didn’t know what to do. My mother got to her feet. Taking Theresa’s hand in hers, she said, “Aren’t they beautiful?”

“I… I… ” Theresa stammered.

“Hi, Mommy,” said Emily. “Do you like my pussy?”

“I… ”

“Do you like my pussy, Mommy?” Emily repeated, obviously begging for approval.

“Well, yes,” said Theresa, finally showing a hint of a smile.

“You look great like that, Mom,” Alexa said to Paula, her voice quavering a bit with lust, and perhaps with nervousness.

“Thank you, honey,” Paula grinned. “You look great too!”

“So beautiful,” said my mother, shaking her head in amazement as she gazed at us, “just so beautiful.” She still held Theresa’s hand, but her other hand was working between her legs, stroking her own pussy.

“Um, you guys,” I began, addressing the moms, “you can keep on going, do whatever you’re gonna do. We just want to watch, okay?”

I hoped this would relax them, specifically Theresa, enough that they would continue with their orgy. There was still a chance, though — maybe a big chance — that Theresa would get upset and go home, probably taking Emily along with her. She might even be angry enough to make a stink about it, complain to someone, possibly getting us in trouble.

All this went through my mind as I stood at the railing, looking down into our family room, holding my pussy open.

My heart was beating fast, hammering in my chest. I waited and waited for Theresa to make a move. She just stood there for what seemed like forever, eyes fastened on her naked 9-year-old daughter. The woman was breathing hard, bare breasts rising and falling. She still wore her pencil skirt, but that was all. The other four moms were nude. Paula and Dana, of course, were doing their own version of exhibitionism, leaning back on the sofa with their legs held wide apart, giggling and smiling.

Theresa licked her lips. She started to say something, then stopped, swallowed, and finally uttered, “You girls… if you came down here, you could see better.”

Whew! A huge sigh of relief seemed to fill the room. Certainly one came from me. I started to laugh as the tension drained away, and once I began I couldn’t stop. Mommy was laughing too, as she said, “That’s right, very good idea. All you kids, come on down here so you can watch us have fun with each other, maybe learn a thing or two.”

And that’s what we did.

We trotted down the stairs, and after getting nice warm hugs from our moms, each chose a good place from which to view the action. For the next hour or so, eight girls watched five women have hot lesbian sex. Perhaps surprisingly, we never interacted with them, at least not directly. Sometimes we might say things, talking dirty, maybe making suggestions on what we wanted them to do — and of course we all played with ourselves continually, most of us coming several times.

I was tempted to do a lot more than that, to become more intimately involved, but I guess I figured we were lucky enough to be where we were and didn’t want to do anything to jeopardize it. Plus it was totally exciting simply to watch and masturbate, and, as my mom suggested, to learn.

It was fun and informative to see how many different ways there were for women to please each other, and to please themselves. I sort of thought I was already an expert on lesbian sex before that night, but I really did learn a lot. Every woman has her own preferences and her own style. By paying close attention, we girls absorbed valuable lessons for future lovemaking, especially when doing it with our moms!

We saw oral sex and anal sex and fingering and tribbing and a whole lot of kissing, tons and tons of kissing — those women loved to kiss! We also saw a few things I hadn’t seen before, like when Paula brought Dana to climax by rubbing her pussy with her wrist instead of her fingers, or when Mommy used her erect nipple to fuck Theresa’s cunt while Theresa tickled her own clit, or when Megan and Dana had sex standing up, but with Megan holding Dana upside down, the blonde’s legs wrapped around her face and Dana licking Megan’s pussy.

Generally the daughters stayed close to their moms. Sometimes we would move around, but mostly we seemed to enjoy watching our own mothers. That’s when girls would come the hardest, it appeared to me, when they were rubbing their own pussies while seeing their moms reach climax.

That was true with Emily more than anyone else. I’d never seen the child have an orgasm before — I wasn’t even sure if she could — but oh my god, how exciting it was to see her fingers flying over her little pussy as she gasped and squealed, her face bright red, bringing herself to climax at the exact same moment her mother came. This happened more than once. Emily shadowed Theresa, sticking close to her, and each time the woman reached orgasm, so did the girl.

Riley and Alexa stayed near Paula most of the time too, although I noticed that Alexa’s eyes would be on the kids even more than on the women. It was clear that she was very attracted to young girls, as I was. Alexa and I could have a lot of fun together, I decided, and I was certain we would — except that would have to wait for another day.

What happened is, after the moms had performed in front of us for maybe an hour, they all began looking toward their girls, seemingly all at around the same time. I wondered then if this might turn into a full-fledged mommy-daughter lesbian orgy — which is what I was hoping for — but no such luck. That would come later, pretty soon in fact (I’ll let you guess when).

On this night, however, the women apparently made the decision that they each wanted to be alone with their daughters for a while. In the case of Paula and Theresa, this was probably because they had a lot to talk about with them. After all, they were in uncharted territory now, having sex right in front of their children while the girls watched and masturbated!

So, the moms untangled themselves from each other, picked up their clothes and got at least partially dressed, as did the kids, and then everyone said goodbye and headed for home. This included Dana and Megan and their girls, which left just the four us — Molly, Kate, me, and Mommy.

We all went up to our mother’s room and got in bed. Although Mommy had just finished having sex, plenty of it, and had climaxed quite a few times, she was still ready for more. My sisters and I were too. In fact, we were eager for it. All we’d done till then that night is masturbate — and while that’s a lot of fun, it can never replace the pleasure of licking a pussy, or having your pussy licked, especially by your mom!

She started with me, lying between my legs, wrapping her arms around my thighs while Kate and Molly got into a 69. Mommy lovingly nuzzled my sex, gently kissing and licking, sucking on my labia, tickling my clit with her nose, and then finally shoving her tongue deep inside my vagina. I came that way, very hard, juices gushing into my mother’s mouth.

After me, it was Kate’s turn. Mommy eagerly ate her pussy, bringing her to orgasm very quickly — so quickly in fact that she stayed there, sucking and licking until Katie had come twice more.

Then it was Molly, our little sister with the curly blonde hair. Mommy asked her to sit on her face, a sight I always loved to see. It’s such a beautiful thing, a naked 9-year-old girl on top of her mom like that. So delicious! Kate and I watched and masturbated while Mommy licked Molly’s pussy. After making her come once, Mommy changed positions, placing Molly on her back and mounting her, tribbing with her and bringing the child to orgasm again.

The evening ended with our mother climbing on top of Molly’s face, holding her head in her hands, talking dirty and fucking her mouth. Mommy climaxed very loudly and very wetly, gooey fluids streaming out, coating Molly’s face. Along with our mother, Kate and I helped to clean up the mess, licking all those yummy juices from Molly’s cheeks and chin and lips. We giggled and hugged and kissed, then finally turned out the light and fell asleep, the happiest family there ever could be.

Continue on to Chapter 133

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Growing as a Writer, with Thanks

  • Posted on June 20, 2016 at 2:37 pm

By Cheryl Taggert 

Juicy Secrets is now over a year old, and it seems to be growing quite a bit. We now have more authors submitting good material, and our readers’ comments indicate we are doing something right.

Me? I’m just plugging along. I write as many as three chapters a week now. I once wrote MAYBE half a chapter, or perhaps a story every now and then. But this website has changed my life in so many ways.

First, I have two online friends I love. Yes, I know there are many things I don’t know about my partners in this endeavor, but we have grown rather close over the past year. I feel no more support from anyone than I do them, with the only exception being my wife, Lisa. (We will be celebrating our first anniversary June 22.) I feel the affection JetBoy and Naughty Mommy have for me, and although Lisa usually lurks as a reader and does not comment much, if at all, she loves this site and what it has done for me. The fact is she knows my password and usually signs in as me because I have access to things on the website that our readers cannot see due to my admin status. For example, she read the latest chapters of two of our favorite works-in-progress, The Joy of Looking and Scouting for Girls, long before they were published. She likes being special like that, I guess, so I don’t blame her for not signing on as herself very often.

Second, I write much more now than I ever did before. If you had told me a year ago that I would complete what is essentially a book-length erotic novel, I would have laughed at you. Yet, I have done that now with my conclusion of The Secret Society of the Pussycats Club. I am well on my way to completing a much longer work, I Was the Daughter of a Porn Star. This latter work even has those elements of fiction that always make the story much better and more interesting: conflict and suspense. I believe I am a much better writer now than I ever was before. And I have this site, mostly the two lovely people who asked me to be a part of it, to thank for that.

So please pardon this little thank you note to them, above. They certainly deserve it.

Now, to my wife, Lisa. I cannot tell my readers how happy you have made me and continue to make me. You, too, have improved my writing just by loving me and offering suggestions. I feel the unconditional, emotional, physical, and spiritual love you have for me on a daily basis. And I want to thank you here also for allowing me to use our story — how we met, fell in love, had problems, separated, and got back together again — as a story-line in Porn Star. (That will come later, folks, in Part Three.)

Now, thank you to our readers for continuing your journey through the eroticism of our special interest. I once felt mostly alone in these feelings, especially since I am a woman. I don’t anymore. Your reading of our material, your kind comments, and your understanding are a wealth of support. Thank you.

Dana’s Crush

  • Posted on June 18, 2016 at 1:30 pm

By Lily

I was lazily thumbing through a book when my attention was caught by the idling of a familiar-sounding car coming to a stop. I tossed the book to one side and jumped up from my bed, bounding over to the window, where I arrived just in time to see two figures emerge from the parked sedan in the driveway next door.

I smiled as I saw my neighbor Reba and her daughter Anna, and thought back to when I’d first met them.

It had been two years ago in the middle of the summer when the moving truck had pulled up. I was thirteen and about to start high school, ready and then some to learn and experience new things. The house next door had belonged to a family with five kids — all boys — who had tormented the neighborhood, especially me, until they finally moved away.

When the SOLD sign first appeared on the front lawn, the neighbors had been abuzz about who the new tenants might be. I was delighted when I saw Reba and Anna in their car, parking just behind the movers.

Like the good neighbors we were, me and my mom went over to introduce ourselves and welcome them. Reba gave us both a warm smile, and as she brushed a lock of hair behind her ear, I was instantly smitten.

I’d never thought of liking someone before that, especially not a girl — or grown woman, for that matter — but Reba had a certain elegance about her that I found enchanting.

The day after she and Anna moved in, Reba invited us over. Apologizing for the unpacked boxes stacked everywhere, she and my mom shared some wine while Anna and I had big glasses of grape Kool-Aid. It was nice to have a girl as a next door neighbor, and it turned out that we had a lot in common despite the fact she was only eight years old to my thirteen.

Throughout the entire visit, I kept stealing glances at her mom. I quickly decided that she was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen; athletic and blonde, shapely legs displayed in a butter-yellow sundress that accented her perfectly. Of course, what most people noticed first were her generous breasts. Reba didn’t show her cleavage off in an unsubtle manner like some women did, but she was easily a D-cup. Even at that tender age, I wondered what they felt like.

My feelings for Reba only grew stronger as she and her daughter got settled into the neighborhood. To me, she was the nicest grownup imaginable. Reba always greeted everyone with a warm smile, gave you a peck on the cheek when you had to leave and never, ever allowed you to feel out of place or unwelcome in her house.

Over the next year, I kept trying to understand my feelings for her. I’d had sex ed classes, but they never even mentioned girls who liked other girls, much less grown women, and I was much too timid to ask my parents about anything like that. Meanwhile, I’d struck up a friendship with Anna, and we hung out most weekends.

It was sometime that year when I learned what a lesbian was, and in spite of the awful things some people said about them, I knew the kinds of feelings I had for Reba were the dawning of my true sexuality. It was also during this time that I found out about masturbation. I learned the basics on the internet and was soon fondling myself to orgasm every night, with Reba the focus of my pleasure.

I quickly became very inventive in my fantasies — imagining being awakened by her during a sleepover, or slipping out of Anna’s bed, taking off my pajamas and tiptoeing naked to Reba’s bedroom to find her awake and waiting for me. I even imagined her touching me as we sat together on the sofa, Anna snoozing next to us as her beautiful mother explored my body.

Soon after Anna began third grade, Reba started using me as a babysitter, even though her daughter was a well-behaved girl who hardly needed looking after. Getting twenty dollars a night was nice, though, and the two of us always had a good time.

Being a single parent, Reba used her evenings out sparingly, but often enough to have fun with her friends. She always looked stunning when she went out, dressed in sexy skirts that even teenage girls couldn’t pull off. More than once her friends dropped Reba off when she was a bit tipsy, carrying her high heels as she came through the door, dress a bit askew — but still alluring as ever.

By then, my lesbian fantasies had blossomed into something very much like obsession. In fact, I was head over heels in love. I desperately longed for the courage to confess everything to Reba, to let her know my true feelings. But every time the opportunity arose, I was too afraid to say the words.

Now Reba and her daughter were making their way to the entrance of their house. I tapped on the glass of my window, and Anna peered up in my direction. She immediately broke into a grin, turned to her mom and said something, and then Reba and Anna were both waving at me.

I waved back enthusiastically, not caring whether I looked foolish or not. And as Reba turned back toward the front door, my eyes drifted down to her incredible ass. Like I’d done so many times before, I imagined how yummy it looked beneath that dark pantsuit.

Stepping away from my window, I tried to return to my book, but couldn’t concentrate. In the end, I had to unfasten my jeans, slip a hand in my panties and masturbate, fingering myself to a quiet orgasm. Reba had that kind of effect on me.

*****

Two days later. It was Friday, school was out, and life was fantastic. Even Rebecca Black and her stupid song couldn’t make the day less awesome! Reba was going out on a date and had asked me to babysit — needless to say, I didn’t turn her down. In fact, I had to restrain myself from screaming “YES!” into the phone when she called.

Anna and I were going to enjoy a night of rom-coms, pizza, and gossip — the perfect end to a long week. But most of all, I was secretly looking forward to seeing what hot, sexy outfit Reba would be showing off that night — and, if I was lucky, maybe I’d even get to see her put it on, or change out of it after she got back home!

For that reason, I timed my arrival next door for fifteen minutes earlier than I was expected, hoping to maybe catch a glimpse of Reba in her underwear. A few months earlier she’d gifted me a key to the front door, so I let myself in without a second thought — it had practically become routine. Anna looked up from the sofa and bounded over to where I stood, practically tackling me as usual.

“Hey, Dana,” the girl murmured, her face buried in my midsection. “So… ya ready to have fun tonight?”

I hugged her back as Reba stepped into the room, dressed in a metallic blue micro-dress.

To say she looked amazing was an understatement. It had a low back, and was short enough to show off her thighs without being too unseemly. Reba’s feet were bare, making me wonder if she hadn’t yet picked out her shoes.

She greeted me with a hug and a peck on the cheek. “Thanks for coming, sweetheart. So — what do you think?” she asked, performing a mock modeling pose.

“You look awesome… as always,” I replied, fighting the urge to add words like hot or sexy.

Reba smiled, and was about to reply when the phone rang. She trotted over to answer, turning to me and cooing, “Hold that thought,”  before picking up her cell.

Anna demanded that I follow her back into the living room, where she laid out the DVD’s we’d discussed watching. We were trying to decide which one to see first, and had whittled it down to two choices, when we heard a sigh from the other room, then Reba’s voice saying. “Well, okay then. Bye.”

She came into the living room, holding the phone at her side, a stricken expression on her face, then saw us looking. “Change of plans, I guess,” she said, making a weak chuckle. “Um… d’you mind having a third wheel for your girls’ night?”

Both Anna and I assured her it was fine, that she was more than welcome to join us. “Thanks, you guys,” she softly said, then looked down at that beautiful dress, gazing sadly at herself for a moment. “I’d better change out of this.” With that, Reba left the room.

I was all mixed up with my feelings right then. On one hand, I was thrilled that Reba would be staying in with us that night. I’d never really just hung out with her before. But knowing that her fun evening had been spoiled had me feeling kinda guilty for being so excited. Also, I felt sorry for Reba. The sadness I’d seen in her eyes made me ache inside. Right then and there, I promised myself that I would do whatever it took to make her feel better.

Anna and I picked out our movie, settling our disagreement with a civilized round of rock-paper-scissors. When her paper wrapped my rock, Anna did a little victory dance, then snatched up the DVD she’d chosen and loaded the disc in the player.

When Reba returned, we’d just started the movie, and the studio logo was fading from the screen. Even dressed-down, she looked radiant in an oversized t-shirt with cute striped green shorts underneath.

“Dinner’s on the way,” she told us, holding up the handset to let us know she’d called in the pizza order. We scooted over as Reba padded over to the sofa and sat, sliding in between us.

We watched the first movie in a casual way, making silly comments to the characters every now and then, cracking jokes and enjoying ourselves, then having a short break when the pizza arrived, eagerly digging in and grabbing hot slices. After stuffing ourselves we were a bit quieter, and settled in contentedly for the last half hour or so of the movie.

It ended on something of an anticlimax. We all stood, stretched and took bathroom breaks before delving into the next DVD. I’d never seen it before but knew it was supposed to be pretty serious, compared to the first one. Anna stifled a yawn before the credits had even finished, and I teased her for being a lightweight.

All three of us settled in as the movie began. This time the story was much more somber, and at some points downright depressing. It was very absorbing, though, and I quickly got caught up in the plot.

After a while I glanced over at Anna and realized that she’d nodded out. She looked so adorable, curled up next to her mommy, hugging her leg. Reba caught my stare and we shared a quiet smile before turning back to the movie.

A few minutes later, I heard a heavy sigh. Turning to look at Reba, I saw that unhappy expression on her face again. Because of the deep feelings I harbored for her, it always made me feel a little nervous to be in Reba’s presence, but seeing her so upset made something click inside me.

Without even thinking about it, I scooted closer to her, our thighs lightly touching as I rested my head on Reba’s shoulder. I’d never been so bold with her, but something told me that she needed some closeness right then.

“What’s wrong?” I asked softly, feeling a twinge of excitement as she rested her face against the top of my head.

“Oh nothing, just…” her voice trailed off. She turned to look at me, and I gave her my most sincere ‘yeah right’ looks in return.

“You can tell me,” I said. “I’m not a kid anymore.”

Reba gazed at me for a few seconds, then nodded. Picking up the remote, she muted the television, then sat silently for a moment before speaking. “Okay. Let’s go in the kitchen, though.”

She carefully unwrapped Anna from her leg, and we tiptoed into the kitchen.

Reba leaned against the counter, arms folded, looking down at the floor. Finally she sighed deeply, then raised her eyes to meet mine.

“You know my, um, friend Jen, right?”

“Yeah,” I replied. She was a few years younger than Reba, Hispanic with perfect olive-hued skin, jet black hair and almond-shaped eyes. They’d been friends for ages, at least since Reba and Anna had moved in.

“She’s been… cancelling a lot on me lately,” Reba confessed. “I’m not sure if it’s because of something I did — or didn’t do,” she added, her brow furrowing. “Sometimes I start thinking that she — well, that she just doesn’t care anymore… and I’m nowhere near ready to get my heart broken again.” She stroked my hair and I couldn’t help but smile, despite the serious nature of our conversation. “Sorry to be unloading this on you, Dana.”

Now I had a good idea of what Reba and Jen had been doing. If I was right, no wonder she was looking so depressed. I may never have dated, but I can understand rejection, and if it came from someone I really cared about, I’d be a mess.

I felt bad for Reba for what Jen was putting her through… but I’d be lying if I didn’t admit to also feeling very excited, knowing that the woman I had such a huge crush on might be a lesbian herself.

“You don’t have to say you’re sorry,” I said, and moved close to Reba, gently wrapping an arm around her waist. She didn’t object, and at this point my heart was absolutely racing. This was pretty much the most intimate I’d ever been with anyone, except maybe Anna when we’d cuddle in bed sometimes. Reba felt warm all over, and I could feel her heartbeat in rhythm to my own as she put her arms around me, hugging my body to hers.

It happened then, the moment I’d been waiting for my entire teenage life. With our bodies pressed together in a comforting embrace, I leaned in and kissed her face, my lips touching just below her ear.

Reba gasped softly, and my heart skipped a beat, thinking that I might have overdone it. Instead, I felt her hand gently touch my cheek. I looked up, a hopeful smile on my face, to see her gazing down at me, her eyes warm and loving as she drew closer.

I’d had dreams about my first kiss, but at that moment, none of those dreams came close to the real thing. Her lips pressed softly against mine, and as I returned the kiss, it slowly deepened in passion. We stayed like that for who knows how long, my eyes closed as I took in each sensation, each slight variation in her touch, memorizing every detail.

After what seemed like ages, my eyes fluttered open, staring into Reba’s. As we looked at each other, my hand just seemed to naturally slide down to her hip, touching the curve of her ass.

Startled, she pulled back slightly, and I blinked, not knowing what to make of her reaction. With a blush on her cheeks, she began to stammer, “Oh m-my God, Dana — I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have done that!” I felt a similar embarrassed heat in my own cheeks as Reba stumbled over her words — the first time I’d ever known her to be at a loss.

I couldn’t let the moment end like this. Maybe it was because I’d already taken this first step, maybe it was knowing she’d wanted that kiss every bit as much as I had, but a renewed boldness surged within me, and I knew exactly what to do. I kissed Reba’s mouth, stopping her words with my lips. Her muffled protests disappeared as her arms went around me, pulling me closer.

I found myself pressing my body tightly to hers as we kissed — or made out, to be more accurate. I’d never done anything so wonderful, except in my wildest dreams. Her hands moved along my back and down to my bottom, giving me lovely shivers. I began to explore her more mature body, slipping my hands under her t-shirt to touch her bare belly. I totally wanted to go higher and feel Reba’s breasts, but didn’t feel that brave, not just yet.

We embraced and kissed for what seemed like ages, stirring ourselves only when the barking of a neighbor’s dog startled us.

I giggled bashfully as I stood there with my arms around another woman, feeling a warm dampness between my thighs, gazing up at the object of my desire while she smiled at me. The nervousness and near-panic she had shown after our first kiss were gone, replaced by a heat that smoldered inside her, ready to erupt into flame at any moment.

“Come,” Reba whispered, taking my hand in hers. We tiptoed through the living room, pausing to check on Anna, who continued to snooze peacefully where she lay. Pausing to cover her little girl with a quilt that was always draped over the back of the sofa, Reba then led me upstairs.

Soon we were in her bedroom, a place I’d only seen a few times. I felt myself growing a little tense. I knew where this was going, and as often as I’d fantasized about this moment, being at the threshold of it really happening was kind of scary.

Maybe Reba sensed that somehow. Letting go of my hand, she turned and knelt before me, reaching up to stroke my cheek.

“Are you sure about this?” Reba asked, and my doubt just melted away, replaced by a warmth inside that almost made me feel like crying. I nodded, and she gently guided me to her bed.

We lay down side by side, and spent a good minute or two just smiling at each other, Reba’s hands shyly caressing my arms and shoulders. Then, with a mischievous grin, she pulled me close, and our mouths met again as she rolled over onto her back, bringing me with her so that my body was on top of hers. As we continued to share a lover’s kiss, I felt her hand hooking the hem of my shirt, tugging it up to reveal my modest B-cups. I felt my cheeks flush as she palmed my breasts, fondling them, her thumbs teasing my small pink nipples until they were achingly stiff.

I sat up, breaking our kiss, happily noting how Reba followed at first, trying to keep her lips fastened to mine. I lifted off my shirt, tossing it aside as I sat above her. Reba smiled up at me, her hand tracing my belly as she whispered, “Beautiful.” Her approval made me bite my lip bashfully, and I couldn’t keep myself from looking away. She laughed, giving my tummy a gentle pat.

Reba moved to slip off her own shirt, revealing the loveliness of her breasts. I couldn’t restrain myself for another second — I had to touch her. My hands worked their way up from Reba’s waist, fingertips gliding over her skin as I found my way to those soft, beautiful globes, cupping them from underneath, feeling the weight of them.

I was giddy, ecstatic and, like a kid, just wanted to fasten myself to her titties and never let go. I was more mature than that, though, and instead caressed them tenderly just like Reba had done with mine, exploring every nuance of those beautiful bare breasts.

“C’mere,” she whispered, beckoning me into her arms with a crook of the finger. I drew closer, pleasantly surprised when she guided my head down to nestle into her bosom. A sigh of contentment escaped my lips as I rested there for a moment, but I was much too excited to just let myself be held.

I began to plant soft, adoring kisses in the valley of Reba’s chest. She let out a pleased chuckle that I felt as much as heard, her fingers running through my hair as I continued to kiss and nuzzle the warmth and softness of the woman’s breasts. My hands were firmly cradling them now, squeezing them with each kiss, teasing the puffy nipples with my fingertips.

I kissed upward along her curves, like Jill chasing after Jack — except it wasn’t water I was after, believe me. Finding a nipple, I snaked my tongue out to greet it, tracing the tip around Reba’s areola as she cooed appreciatively.

My lips latched onto her nipple, and Reba gasped, wrapping both arms around my head to clutch me to her breasts. I peered up at her, and our eyes locked as I began to suckle. All the while, my hand groped and kneaded her unattended breast, and her body began to writhe beneath mine.

This was unbelievable, yet it was really happening. Fifteen-year-old me, who’d never even been kissed, making love to a woman. Not just any woman, either, but the one I’d been crushing on for ages!

Reba’s hands slid down my back, reaching for the hem of my shorts and not quite getting there. I released her nipple from my mouth with an audible pop and moved up to kiss her, giving Reba enough reach to slip both hands down into my shorts. I tumbled onto my side as I tried to slip out of them, suddenly desperate to be completely naked — and we both erupted into a fit of giggles.

Reba composed herself first, her hand sliding between my legs, gliding up an inner thigh until it brushed against the front of my panties. I whimpered as her index finger lightly stroked the damp spot I’d left there, pressing the thin cotton against my moist slit.

As she tenderly traced the cleft in my panties, Reba sat up to kiss and nuzzle my bare chest. Mimicking her, I cupped my arms around her head, holding her close as she masturbated me.

I felt her fingers ease the crotch of my underpants aside and brush my moist lips, causing me to gasp into Reba’s sweet-smelling hair. She glanced up at me and smiled — then her arms were cradling me as she laid my body down, tugging my panties off and casting them aside with one fluid motion.

I slowly drew my legs apart, giving Reba room to lie between them, inviting her to indulge in what we both wanted. Her hands were brushing my thighs as I nibbled my lip in anticipation, knowing that this was the culmination of my adolescent dreams. I only hoped it would be as amazing as I’d imagined.

Reba planted a line of kisses that made their way down to my belly and lower, causing me to shiver, then her eyes found mine and held them as she placed the last kiss on my mound. Taking in a long, trembling  breath, I instinctively lifted my hips, offering everything to my new lover.

She raised her face just enough to flash me a wry smile, then leaned back down, her tongue snaking out to lick my outer lips.

I gasped as the sweet sensation coursed through my body. Years of pent-up emotion, hours of repressed feelings were rushing through me like raging waters, pushing against a dam. Her tongue touched me again and I moaned, my hands gripping the sheets beneath me.

Reba licked softly, her tongue teasing the folds of my pussy, and I moaned again, louder this time. I was a mess, writhing with Reba lying between my thighs, the mixture of my juices and her saliva oozing down into the crack of my butt. I knew that there would be a huge damp spot left behind when Reba was done with me, and for some weird reason I wondered if she’d mind having to wash the sheets. All that was driven from my mind when her tongue found my clit, tracing soft circles around it and taking little teasing licks at the throbbing tip.

Part of me wanted to just lie back and enjoy, but another part wanted to watch. Pushing myself up on both elbows, I opened my eyes and looked down at her, breathing hard as the woman of my dreams voraciously ate me out. She still wasn’t done, though, and I yelped in surprise and pleasure as her lips closed on my clit, sucking it gently.

It was too much for me, way too much. Not even my most passionate solo sessions could compare with this. I’d never needed to come so desperately. I think Reba understood that, as she seemed to be urging me on to a huge finish. Her finger slid up and down the opening of my vagina as she continued to nurse at my clit. I reached down to pet her hair, and suddenly I felt myself boiling over.

My gasp turned into a squeak as a huge orgasm hit me, and I cried out as I began to shudder underneath Reba and her incredible mouth. Vaguely, I was aware that my fingers were gripping her hair, clutching her face against my spasming pussy as I came. Things got kind of crazy in my head after that.

Very slowly, I began to return to my body. The current of pleasure ebbed away gradually, flowing back to where it had come from. Reba was panting as I released my grip, and I felt a touch of fear that I might have hurt her, but then she dotted my mound and thighs and mound with soft little kisses, so I knew that everything was okay.

Just like I’d figured, when I moved there was a great wet patch on the sheets beneath me, and I couldn’t help but blush. Reba, however, was anything but upset. In fact, she was the most amazing sight — the woman of my dreams, sporting tousled hair, a loving smile, and a very moist mouth. I smiled back, and she crawled up to where I lay.

Reba cupped my cheek and we kissed, a sweet, erotic kiss as I wrapped both arms around my new lover and held her close. It was at that moment that I knew this was the start of something amazing.

*****

Special, incredible and immeasurable thanks to JetBoy. His mentoring and kind words helped me to finish this story, and without his help in editing, I don’t think it would be quite as good as it is in its final state. Love and kisses to you, JetBoy!

I Was the Daughter of a Porn Star, Chapter 32

  • Posted on June 17, 2016 at 3:13 pm

Explaining Love and Other Bad News

By Cheryl Taggert 

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

When I awoke the next day, I did so slowly, as if watching as a steady rain lightened to a shower, then a sprinkle, before ebbing to a mist and finally just clouds before giving way to clear skies. As I moved through those stages into wakefulness, I realized I wasn’t alone, feeling the warmth of someone in the bed beside me.

Then I remembered. Marie was there. She had spent the night, and we had made love during our time before falling asleep in each other’s arms. We had professed our undying love for one another and as I opened my eyes, I expected to see her there beside me, which she was. As I’d wanted, she was the first thing I saw on the morning I didn’t want to dawn, and my heartbeat moved from a waltz to hard rock.

Her eyes were closed. For a moment I thought she was still asleep, but then I wasn’t as sure. When we are asleep, our breathing is deep, slow, and measured. Marie’s breathing, however, was anything but. Some breaths were deep, some shallow. None of them were slow, and they were certainly not measured. Was she dreaming of me? Someone else? Her breathing sounded…erotic, as if she were near climax.

Then I noticed her eyes. They were shut, but not just that. They were squeezed closed. Another sign of what appeared to be happening. I grew excited myself as the thought crossed my mind that she seemed to be having, well, a wet dream. Despite the fun we’d had the night before, my little button began to respond. Heat and moisture gathered there as the small nubbin of flesh gradually sprang to life.

I lay as still as I could, not wanting to wake the girl I loved so much. No, I wanted to watch her as she came.

It was at this point that my ears decided to wake up, and I heard something that let me know there was more to this than I had at first thought. It was true that I wasn’t alone since Marie was there. But Marie was also not alone, and not because I lay beside her. Someone else was in the bed. I could hear the sounds of a tongue licking something even wetter than itself. I didn’t need three guesses to know what that would be.

Barely moving, I peered down and noticed a large lump beneath the bed sheets. The lump moved slowly, shifting slightly either to gain more comfort or to gain access to something on Marie’s body.

It was Jenna.

While I looked at my little sister’s soft movements beneath the sheets, Marie spoke up, whispering. “Shh. Don’t wake Cheryl.”

Marie wasn’t asleep after all. She was awake. Fully awake and aware of what Jenna was doing.

For a moment I was jealous. Marie wanted to be with Jenna and not me. I was about to speak up when a thought occurred to me: It was okay to love me and enjoy someone else’s company. That had never really occurred to me before, but then I’d never been in love before. I realized that I certainly enjoyed Deanna’s company and would continue to do so. Marie would not be deciding to turn her back on the relationship she shared with her sisters and mother, just as I would not refrain from enjoying Mom and Jenna. And if Marie had a friend that she thought of the way I thought of Deanna, she shouldn’t break that friendship off, either.

Later, when I talked to Mom about my love for Marie and how it was different from my love for anyone else, including Deanna, I also mentioned my sudden revelation about relationships. Mom told me it was the most mature thing she’d ever heard from anyone, adult or child. I beamed at the compliment and felt my heart expand with the utter and complete love I had for my mother.

When I discussed my love for Marie with Deanna, it was a different matter entirely, but I’m getting ahead of myself.

I could hear the slurping noises Jenna was making as she licked Marie’s most sensitive spot. Marie’s face was clenching and her breathing becoming even more ragged than it had been.

She was definitely close to her orgasm, and this made me wonder how long they’d been busy having sex and trying to allow me to sleep through it.

Suddenly, Marie’s breathing turned to gasps. Small whimpers issued from her throat as she came. Her only movements besides her breathing were her hands grasping and releasing the sheets and a slight involuntary undulation of her hips.

As she calmed down from the pleasure my little sister had brought her, I decided to make my presence known. Inching my hand down toward Marie’s hip, I stiffened my arm and suddenly threw the covers aside, revealing Jenna scrunched down between Marie’s spread legs, her lips wet with Marie’s juices, her eyes glazed over with lust. It was odd that her eyes, barely ten-years-old, could look so adult when adult pleasures affected them. At the same time, her eyes showed surprise, but it was a sort of drowsy surprise due to the sexual desire coursing through her body.

I also noticed my sister had one hand at her pussy. She was kneading it like a cat when it “makes bread” on someone’s leg or a piece of furniture. Her hand would grab the wet inner and outer lips, squeeze the tender flesh, and then release it again before repeating the process. I knew this was how Jenna kept things simmering until someone could do more to help her achieve the orgasm she longed for. Either that, or she would masturbate fully and bring herself to climax.

Marie’s eyes, like Jenna’s, were a study in lust and surprise. Art was one of my favorite classes at school, and I hoped to remember that look to attempt painting it one day. I could still see the moisture that had built up on my lover’s hairless mound, which was completely wet with a mixture of her delicious natural lubricant and Jenna’s saliva.

I laughed at them. It wasn’t a mean laugh, more of a giggle of delight at catching them unaware.

“How long have you been awake?” Marie asked, smiling at me. Maybe it was my imagination, but I could see the unspoken “I love you” behind her smile.

“Since right before you came,” I said. Then I looked at Jenna. “Couldn’t wait, huh? What time did you sneak in here?”

Jenna looked slightly annoyed. “I didn’t sneak in! Marie came and got me!”

“You did?” I asked.

Then thinking I might be jealous, she rushed to say, “Yeah, but it’s only because I was super horny and didn’t want to wake you.”

I enfolded my lover in my arms and kissed her. “It’s okay. I’m not jealous.”

She looked at me, tears starting to form. “Whew! I sorta wondered if you would be.”

“Nope. After all, while I love you and want to make love with you, that doesn’t mean I own you or that you own me. It just means we’re in love.”

“You’re in love?!” Jenna shrieked, her eyes once again growing to large round orbs, her eyebrows raised.

“Yes,” we said, in unison. I grinned at Marie and she looked back at me, a rare shy smile decorating her face.

“Does Mom know?”

“Not yet, but don’t tell her. That’s for me to do.”

“Okay,” Jenna said, “but can someone get me off? I’m still real horny.”

I chuckled and said to Marie, “I’m sure you would like to do the honors.”

“I would love it!” she said. “I’ve never tasted a pussy that young before.” Then she added, “Well, except for my own when I was younger.”

Jenna scooted up to join us and, kissing me, lay down, spreading her legs to allow Marie to get to her pussy. As she watched Marie get into place between her legs, a smile of pure joy seemed permanently glued to her face.

Marie knelt and began to kiss Jenna’s inner thighs while lightly brushing her tongue across the flesh there as if her tongue were a paintbrush and she was decorating the world’s most delicate material.

Jenna’s hips and thighs trembled at the intimate contact.  Each tiny jolt caused a slight ripple in the trembling that was like an electric current radiating through her body.

Then Marie began to chew softly on the same flesh, moving toward the mound that rose proudly from Jenna’s tummy. My lover’s tongue then snaked out to touch the sensitive slit, swiping from the opening to Jenna’s vagina to her clit, and even beyond that to where the slit ended and the puffy mound took over once again. The tiny hill of flesh mesmerized me as I watched Marie’s expert tongue play with my sister’s bare pussy.

I felt as if I could experience what Jenna was feeling. My own mound tingled with the desire to have Marie’s tongue, lips, and teeth on me down there.

Marie continued to softly chew the fleshy area of Jenna’s pussy mound. Her outer labia grew pink and wet with the stimulation and saliva. The inner labia became red for the same reason. I had never devoured a pussy in this manner before, and the gentle chewing fascinated me. I could tell Marie was being very careful not to bite down too hard, but the chewing on the labia, both outer and inner, was obviously driving Jenna into a sexual frenzy.

I got closer and watched as Marie’s teeth were followed by her lips and tongue, as if the teeth would cause slight discomfort and the lips and tongue, relief. Yet I knew Jenna was feeling no discomfort at all. Quite the contrary, she was rocking her hips in an effort to increase the stimulation and moaning loudly.

At that moment, Mom opened my bedroom door to check out the festivities that were taking place on my bed. I saw her smile lovingly at Jenna and she stood and watched what Marie was doing to make the girl she viewed as her younger daughter go wild with sexual desire.

Then Marie sat up and placed her hand on Jenna’s vulva, squeezing it the way Jenna had been doing earlier, keeping the passion on a high simmer. I was impressed at how observant Marie was to have noticed this before. She hadn’t commented on it, but she’d taken the information in and was using it now to pleasure my sister.

I could see that what Marie was doing to Jenna was also making herself very hot as well. Without touching herself, her hips were undulating as if someone were licking her pussy. I wondered if she would achieve another spontaneous orgasm.

I glanced at Mom again and noticed she, too, was mesmerized by what was happening. She seemed totally unaware that she’d reached down and had pushed her hand inside her sweats and panties — if indeed she’d been wearing panties to begin with. Small moans wafted from her.

Then I became aware that my own hand had begun rubbing my pussy at some point. It was as if I looked down and discovered this strange hand masturbating me.

Then I recognized that some of the moans I was hearing were mine.

God, this was making me so hot!! I was drenched. My hand was making squishy noises as I spread my natural lubrication — what seemed like gallons of it — over my cunt. My clit was poking up from its fleshy hood, begging for release of the orgasm that I knew waited just out of reach for now.

Marie noticed my mom and smiled at her, stopping her licking of Jenna long enough to say, “Would you like to be next?”

It was at that point that Mom had what I assume was her first orgasm of the day.

Then Marie adjusted how she was lying on the bed and said to me, “Put your pussy against mine and trib with me.”

I wasted no time granting her wish, which was my wish too, as it turned out.

Marie went back to work on Jenna’s pussy, doing that erotic chewing thing as her lips and tongue worked in unison with her teeth.

Jenna’s climax was so powerful that she screamed. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” she cried out to nobody in particular as her orgasm consumed her. It sounded big enough to consume all of us, and in a way it did because I started coming at that moment myself. It was one of the best orgasms of my life to that point. It seemed to go on forever, and I didn’t mind one bit. I continued rubbing myself against Marie’s pussy, thinking how incredible this was.

Mom joined us on the bed, now naked as well. She bent over and started licking Marie’s recently shaved pussy, and Marie shifted over to sixty-nine with my mom.

And that was how my mom joined in on the sex with Marie. Of course, it was bound to happen, but it had been so unplanned. It seemed… natural.

After we all settled down, which was after Mom and Marie had come several times each, as well as Jenna and I after we finally got into our own sixty-nine beside them, I told my mom I was in love.

At first, she was worried that barging in and joining us might upset me, but of course it hadn’t. That’s when I told her about my philosophy on the idea that one can love a person yet be having various relationships with others as well. I used Deanna as an example.

“You might want to be careful about Deanna,” Mom said. “She may not take this as well as you hope.”

“She’ll be fine, happy for me, in fact,” I said, dismissing Mom’s warning, even though she looked extremely serious.

As it turned out, Mom’s comment turned out to be the understatement of the year.

******

After Marie went home a little after noon, I called Deanna. She was feeling much better, so I asked her if she wanted to come over for a little while, maybe even spend the night.

“My mom won’t let me go anywhere, but I think it’s okay if you come here, but I’m not sure about spending the night, at least not with me. Maybe you could sleep with Elizabeth. I’d suggest Mom, but Dad’s home, and while I think he’d love to see your naked bod in bed with them, I don’t think that’s what you have in mind.” She giggled at the scenario she’d created, and I joined her. Elizabeth was Deanna’s older sister, who was now seventeen, though she’d been only thirteen when I first touched her pussy.

“Ask, and I’ll come right over if I can. I have some things to talk to you about.”

“Why, what on earth could you think of to talk to little ole me about?” she said, mimicking Scarlet O’Hara in Gone with the Wind.

I laughed again, and as she went to ask if I could come over, I thought about our friendship. It was truly special. Not just because of the sex, though that certainly added a dimension or seven. We were just such good friends. We understood each other without having to explain anything, we laughed at the same stupid remarks and jokes, we frequently finished each other’s statements, and we would support each other no matter what.

I hoped that support extended to one of us being in love with another girl. I’d been confident with Mom and Marie about how Deanna would take the news, but the fact that Mom worried about it bothered me. She was usually right about those things, even though I was fairly certain she was wrong this time.

I was thinking how happy I was Deanna was feeling better when she picked up the phone. “C’mon over, city of Dover!” she said, which made me laugh again. Lately, she had taken to making these little rhymes in short statements like that. It had begun when we were watching this really old TV show called Happy Days and someone said, “See you later, alligator.” It had cracked Deanna and me up, especially after Mom told us the similar response, “After a while, crocodile.” She told us it was even a part of a song from that time that the show was supposed to be set, the 1950’s. We were thirteen, so it was hilarious.

About an hour later Mom dropped me off on her way to meet up with Gwen to get the latest about Cindy. She would pick me up about an hour later or so because Deanna’s mom had thought it best I not stay the night.

I walked to the door and rang the doorbell. When nobody answered after the first ring, I rang again.

A moment later, Deanna was there, holding the door open with a strange look on her face. “Mom said you must be the postman ‘cause you rang twice, but I don’t get it.”

I didn’t either. Her mom could be so weird sometimes with her vague comments.

“Can we go to your room and talk?”

“Sure,” she said and led the way upstairs. After she closed her door, she said, “We can’t, you know, do anything, though. Mom’s orders. I told her I’d masturbated like twice this weekend already, but she says that’s different.”

“Maybe if I had been the postman, she’d have let us,” I said, not knowing why I’d said it except that I was suddenly nervous about this conversation. Mom had said again that Deanna may not be thrilled, but I couldn’t understand why not, really. It wasn’t as if I didn’t still love her.

Deanna made this ‘who-the-fuck-knows?’ smirk and shrugged. Then she plopped down beside me on her bed. “So what’s up, buttercup?”

I grinned, consumed with love for my friend, but still knowing it was different from how I felt about Marie.

But that was what was up. She is my friend, not my lover, at least not in the way Marie was. I guess you could call us fuck-buddies.

“I kinda hafta tell you something,” I said.

She got this serious look on her face. It was obvious what I had to say was important and would require a lot of discussion.

“What is it?” she asked, her brow furrowing with concern. “Is it about Cindy?”

“No,” I said, then paused. I had been pondering all day how to tell her, and I still hadn’t decided. Then it occurred to me that the simplest way was the easiest.

“I’m in love.”

She looked stunned. It was easy to see she wasn’t the object of my love. Had she been, the conversation would not have gone as it had. And the focus would have been if she was in love with me, not that I was in love.

She probably knew the answer before asking, but she asked anyway, perhaps because she could think of nothing else to say.

“Who with?”

“Marie.”

“I knew it!” Anger flashed.

“I still love you!” I said, trying to weaken the storm that was brewing.

“Great! But you’ll want to spend all your time with… her!” Tears were forming already and overflowing her beautiful eyes. I followed suit. I wasn’t sure whether her tears were of anger, sadness, jealousy, or all three. Maybe more.

Mine were all tears of anguish from the fact I’d caused my best friend in the world great pain.

Mom had tried to prepare me for this, but I’d insisted that Deanna would see no real problem with this and congratulate me for finding happiness, even if we were only thirteen. I had pictured this going differently, even while suspecting it might go the way Mom had said it probably would. I had pictured smiles, tears of joy, congratulations.

I’d gotten the worst Deanna could offer instead. I actually thought for a moment she was going to hit me.

“But—“ I began, but she cut me off.

“Fine! Fine! Go be with her! I’m sure she’ll make you super happy!” She threw a stuffed animal at me and stood up.

“Deanna—”

“You heard me! GET OUT! GO!” she yelled.

“Are you in love with me?” I asked.

“Duh!” she screamed at me, and I was floored. Her face had this “how in the hell could you not know?” quality.

I knew she loved me. We said it to each other all the time. “I love you” was just a part of our natural conversations, especially when parting or hanging up after a phone call. I had never considered how she meant it.

I’d never known she was IN love with me.

To me, they were different things, and they are. For a moment, I wondered if she knew there was a difference, but realized that of course, she did.

I just never had understood that my best friend viewed me romantically.

She was sobbing now and yelling louder.

“So GO! GO! GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!” she screamed.

Suddenly Jessie, her mom, was at the door to her room, which she opened without knocking. Deanna’s sister, Elizabeth, was standing behind Jessie, looking concerned. I didn’t blame her. I had said or done something to make her sister lose her mind.

“Deanna!” Jessie scolded gently. “What’s the matter?”

Taking a look at her mother made her cry harder and run to her. Deanna hugged her mom tightly and sobbed into Jessie’s chest and shoulder. “Cheryl” … sob … “loves” … sob … “Marie.”

I stood there at a loss, oddly thinking Jessie and Elizabeth would jump me or start yelling at me or something. I felt I deserved it. I was crying too, but not as hard as Deanna. I’d broken her heart.

Jessie shushed her, stroking her hair and holding her. I could see in Jessie’s eyes she wasn’t angry with me and that she understood.

I wanted to tell Deanna about my philosophy, but of course it wouldn’t work now — she didn’t just love me, she was in love with me. And that made a world of difference.

No, Deanna wouldn’t understand my philosophy at all, no matter how mature my mom had said it was.

I just stood there and looked at my best friend, who had been grinning and laughing with me just two minutes before.

When Deanna looked back at me with something akin to hatred, I burst into sobs myself. I went to her and tried to hold her, too, but she would have none of it, pushing me away and yelling for me to leave.

Jessie muttered something and the next thing I knew, I was being escorted into Elizabeth’s room. She was seventeen now and had a boyfriend, though she sometimes still joined Deanna and me in bed, not to mention their mom. Her boyfriend knew nothing of this side of her, of course. “He’d just want to watch,” she had said, which was almost certainly true. I don’t know why these things occurred to me then, but I suppose I was in a brief state of shock, causing my mind to wander in confusion.

She led me to her bed and sat beside me, holding me as I cried. Every time I pictured that look Deanna had given me, my sobs began anew.

Yet I knew my pain over something like that was nothing compared to Deanna’s. I was hurt, but she was devastated.

“Shh,” Elizabeth said, holding me to her and soothing me by softly rubbing my back. “It’ll be okay.”

“How?”

“She’ll eventually understand and forgive you.”

That kind of made me mad. I’d done nothing wrong, really. I’d simply fallen in love with someone other than Deanna.

“Forgive me for what? Falling in love?”

“Yes. With Marie, not her.”

“How could I so easily destroy my friendship with Deanna in a matter of… seconds?” I asked, trying to stop my tears but failing.

“It isn’t destroyed,” Elizabeth said. “Just off the tracks.”

“Oh, yeah? Did you see the look she gave me?” I began to bawl again. “She hates me now!”

“She doesn’t hate you. She still loves you, in fact. She’s just hurt.”

“She hates me because I’m the one who hurt her.”

“She’ll get over it,” she said and paused before continuing. “You never knew?”

“That she was IN love with me? No.”

“That’s funny. Mom and I have known for at least a year. Before that it was friendship, maybe, but since she reached full puberty, it’s been full-steam-ahead love. That’s how I know she’ll get over it. She absolutely adores you.”

I considered that and how I’d hurt her without really understanding how she felt.

“I don’t deserve her,” I said, lying back on the bed.

Elizabeth lay back with me and continued to hold me. We said little more. I kept expecting her to put her hand down my pants or something, but she didn’t of course. I may have been upset, but sex was not what I needed right then, and Deanna certainly didn’t need to walk in and catch me having sex with her sister, no matter how often I had done it before.

I wondered if our relationship would change if we ever managed to work this out. She might decide she never wanted me to be with anyone else, sexually. She may want an exclusive relationship. I knew I couldn’t do that. I was not what could be called monogamous at all. I was capable of romantically loving only one person, but when it came to sex, that would never work. My libido was much too strong to ever be confined to having only one person satisfy it. I wasn’t sure it could be done, in fact, not even with Marie.

Then Jessie came into Elizabeth’s room and sat beside us.

“I’m sorry that happened,” she said. “She doesn’t mean it really. She’s just hurting right now.”

“Yeah, me too,” I said, but regretted it immediately.

“She loves you, you know,” Jessie said.

“Yeah, I finally figured that out,” I said and regretted that too. What was wrong with me? Jessie was trying to be helpful, and all I could do was be a smartass.

I looked at Jessie and could see she understood. She understood her daughter’s feelings and mine. I was grateful and pulled away from Elizabeth and hugged her, telling her I was sorry for being a bitch to her. She’d been like a second mom to me since I was nine. Four years in the life of a thirteen-year-old is a long time.

I cried some more but most of the tears were drained from me. I heard the doorbell and knew Mom was here to pick me up.

It was going to be one shitty ride home.

I went down and met Mom in the foyer at the bottom of the stairs. She could tell how things had gone by the look on my face and the red, tear-stained eyes.

As I walked out to the car with her to fill her in on what she could already guess, I looked at the landing of the stairs above us before the door closed and saw Deanna. She just watched me leave. There was no expression on her face at all. It was empty.

Like me, her tears had dried up, but the pain was alive and well.

I noticed Mom didn’t look too happy and I was sorry I had caused everyone so much pain until I remembered she had met Gwen. Was it bad news?

I got in the car dreading everything about the ride home and the night to come. My life had gone from ecstasy to devastation in less than twenty-four hours.

The good news was that Mom wasn’t sad because she’d gotten bad news about Cindy, but she had gotten bad news that sort of related to that. Kinsey Harris, the call girl who had spoken to Gwen about Cindy, though she’d not had much to tell, had disappeared too. That was unusual, to say the least. She’d been with her ’employers’ for three years. These girls didn’t ‘disappear’ until they were no longer useful. Mom said Kinsey was only twenty-four and still drop dead gorgeous, so she was definitely still ‘useful’ to them. To say Kinsey had disappeared was more like saying she had died, and it was probably more accurate.

The dark cloud that had descended on my life grew more ominous and threatening.

As I sat back in my seat, I muttered, “What next?”

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The Joy of Looking, Chapter 131

  • Posted on June 15, 2016 at 3:57 pm

By Naughty Mommy

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You’ll never guess what happened the very next night. It was like the culmination of everything that had begun nearly two and a half years earlier when I first watched my mom have sex with the babysitter, spying on them from upstairs…

The initial hint of something special came at around noon on that Saturday, December 18th, when the phone rang. It was Paula Crawford, calling to float an idea with my mom. She proposed that together they throw a big New Year’s Eve bash — an exclusive kind of party, for mothers and daughters only — and hold it at Paula’s house, which was even larger and nicer than ours. Their place was built on the side of a hill and had a huge rec room on the lower level that opened onto a backyard patio. It was a perfect spot. Even if it ended up too cold that night to spend much time outside, we could still grill out there and bring the food inside.

Mommy thought this was a wonderful idea. She and Paula brainstormed for a while, coming up with plans for what to eat and drink and working on an invitation list. In addition to our extended family — including Dana and Chelsea, plus Megan and Samantha — Theresa and her daughter Emily definitely would be there. Paula had already talked with them about it. She also said that Alexa insisted she wanted Hannah and Lindsey to be invited, along with their mothers. That was fine with us, of course (I was standing by my mom, listening in). Mommy next suggested we include Karen and Miranda and Marisol. Paula hadn’t met them yet, but she said that sounded great. Then I nudged my mom and whispered that we should also invite Ms. Firth and Cadence. That idea was accepted as well, and the guest list was complete.

Assuming that everyone could attend, it added up to 22 people (not counting the baby, Jorge), with nine moms, four teenagers, and nine pre-teen girls. Quite a party!

But then, after this discussion was complete, my mother and Paula made even more plans. They decided on the spur of the moment that they wanted to go out dancing that very night. Paula clicked some buttons on her phone, turning it into a three-way call with Theresa, who quickly agreed to join the gaiety. Dana and Megan were already at our house, so they were easily invited too. It would be a fun night of clubbing and dancing for the moms, while I would be responsible for staying home and taking care of all the girls. Lucky me!!

And then still another thing happened. Shortly after my mom hung up with Paula, the phone rang again. This time it was for me.

“Julie?”

“Yeah?”

“Hi, this is Alexa.”

“Oh, hey, Alexa — how are you?”

“I’m good, how are you?”

“I’m great.”

“Okay, so, um, I guess our moms are going out tonight, right?”

“Yeah, I guess they are,” I nodded.

“And, well, I hope you don’t think I’m rude, calling up and inviting myself again, but like… is it okay if I come over to your place too, along with Riley?”

“Is it okay? Sure it is! Of course it’s okay!” I gushed, grinning like a maniac.

“Good,” she chuckled, “I’m glad you don’t mind that I have no manners at all.”

“No, I don’t care,” I giggled. And then, feeling bold, I added, “Anyway, I think you’re really cute, and I can’t wait to see you again.”

“Aww, Julie, you’re the best. You always know what to say to make me feel good.”

I didn’t know what to say to that, so I just stood there blushing and giggling. Why in the world would this older girl like someone like me, who was such a total dork? I didn’t know the answer, but I sure was glad she did!

“All right, so, I guess I’ll see you tonight then,” said Alexa.

“Yeah, okay, cool. See you tonight. Bye.”

“Bye.”

Wow! Oh my god! That was twice now that Alexa had called up to ask if she could come over and spend time us, with me. It was so awesome!

I was floating on air the rest of the day, impatient for the evening to hurry up and get there and the other girls to show up, Emily and Riley and Alexa. Chelsea and Samantha were already at our house. They’d had dinner with us, along with their moms.

At around 8:00, Theresa and Riley arrived, and Paula and her two daughters not long after that. The women stood around for a few minutes complimenting one another on their appearance — all five looked hot, dressed for a sexy night of flirting and showing off their bodies — and then they left. Megan drove, as usual, since she would typically drink the least.

So there we were, seven girls from age 16 down to age 7, ready to have our own kind of fun.

“What do you guys want to do?” I asked, looking around at the group. The others just shrugged, no one making a suggestion yet.

“Um, do you want, like, I mean, something to drink? Or maybe some dessert or whatever?” This I addressed to Alexa, feeling it was the polite thing to say.

“No, not really, not now,” she said. “But thanks, maybe later.”

“Wanna play Undercover Spy?” asked Kate.

The younger kids thought this sounded terrific — but Alexa had another idea. “We could, that would be great. Except, you know what? I wanna do the nipple test first, like last time, okay?”

The Nipple Test! Omigod yes!! Now everyone was really excited.

“Okay, so we’ll need a blindfold,” I said. “And of course we need to get naked.”

“That’s no problem,” grinned Alexa, pulling her hoodie sweatshirt off. Underneath she wore a thin white tank top with no bra, and the blonde teenager quickly removed that too. We all stared at her revealed breasts, so much more developed than ours. They weren’t especially large, probably a B-cup, but beautifully rounded like a pair of apples, and topped with pert pink nipples.

We’d seen her boobs before, of course, at the giant slumber party only a week earlier, but that didn’t stop us from gawking. It would be very easy for any one of us, completely blindfolded, to identify her by touch. Alexa had the most amazing tits!

She gave us a toothy cheerleader smile, proudly holding out her chest, obviously relishing the attention.

Kate was the first to follow her lead after we’d all finished staring. My sister yanked off the long-sleeved shirt she was wearing, along with a short-sleeved shirt, tugging them both off at once and tossing them away. At 11 years old, Katie still didn’t have much in the way of boobs. They’d already acquired a nice shape, however, even if they were only about the size of egg yolks. Her brown nipples looked like little buttons.

“Nice,” Alexa nodded, her gaze eagerly taking in my sister’s small breasts.

“You like girls?” Kate blurted.

This was kind of forward, and a bit awkward. I hadn’t told Kate, or anyone else, about the private conversation I’d had with Alexa on the night of the party, just before we fell asleep, when she confessed to me that she was a closet lesbian.

Evidently Kate could read the signs, though, could detect a same-sex longing in the older girl’s eyes. But now I was worried that Alexa might be angry, might think I’d revealed her secret. Luckily, that wasn’t a problem.

“Yeah, um, I…” the teen stammered for a moment, blushing, then recovered. “It’s true, I do like girls. I haven’t told many people yet, hardly anyone really, but I guess it’s okay. Might as well let everyone know. I like girls.”

“That’s cool,” said Kate. “I like girls too. I’m a lesbian.”

“Me too,” added my sister Molly, and this was echoed by Chelsea and Samantha, who stated almost in unison, “Me too.”

“And you already know I am,” I laughed. “My whole family is.”

Alexa turned to look at Emily, raising her eyebrows as if to ask the question. The lovely 9-year-old just shrugged her shoulders, not saying a word. But when Alexa’s gaze next went to her own sister, Riley, the flirty blonde cheerfully piped up, “I think I do, you know, like girls better, I mean. I like Emily and Molly, and um, well, all the ones here. I like girls.”

“More than boys?” Alexa asked.

“Uh-huh,” Riley nodded.

“Wow…” said Alexa.

“I think, um, maybe I do too,” Emily ventured, “but, you know, I don’t know for sure, maybe though.”

“It’s okay if you don’t know for sure,” I told her. “And it’s okay if you like boys better, either way is fine. Or if you like both, that’s fine too. Whatever makes you happy, that’s all that matters. Don’t worry about what anyone else says or thinks. Just do what feels right for you.”

“Yeah, Julie’s right,” said Alexa. “I should, um, I really should be more brave, I guess, and not try to hide it any more. But, anyway… are we gonna do the nipple test now?”

“Yeah!” came the affirmative chorus — and right away the rest of the girls began taking off their clothes. I did too, and within less than a minute, we were all nude, standing around and looking at each other in the family room, giggling.

“Lemme get a blindfold,” said Kate, going to the cabinet by the TV where we stored all the scarves and things for Undercover Spy. She found the strip of black cloth we’d used before, and pulled it out. “Who’s gonna be first?”

We did the test, taking turns, although with fewer girls it wasn’t especially difficult to identify who was who. The 7-year-olds, Chelsea and Samantha, both still had completely flat chests, of course, but Samantha was several inches taller than her best friend so it was fairly easy to distinguish between them. The three 9-year-olds, Molly, Riley, and Emily, each showed only the barest beginnings of development, cute little buds. Emily’s, however, were the most pronounced. In the past year or so, she’d really started to sprout, gaining height and a bit of a figure. It was clear that as the girl continued to mature she would become a striking beauty, just like Theresa. Riley and my sister Molly had not much more than puffy nipples at that stage, but while Riley was slim, Molly, who was almost a year younger than her friends (she’d skipped second grade), still had some baby fat. They weren’t too hard to tell apart, even with a blindfold on.

As a result, nearly all of us made a perfect score. We didn’t have prizes this time, but that was okay, because the game itself was so much fun — feeling each other up for much longer than was really needed, fondling and stroking the bare nipples while pretending to have a hard time figuring out who it was we were touching.

I went last, and by the time my turn was over, my pussy was very wet. I wondered if it would show, but when the black cloth was removed from my eyes and I glanced down between my legs, I didn’t see any telltale moisture. I certainly could feel it, though!

Now it was time for Undercover Spy.

“Are we gonna use the same secret kiss?” Alexa asked. “Or should we make up a different one?”

“No, we won’t use kisses,” Kate told her. “That’s only for when you have a really big group, with lots of teams.”

“Oh, okay.” Alexa nodded, frowning slightly. She’d only played the game once and didn’t know that the rules could vary, depending on, well, on a lot of things.

Kate went on, “But we do have to search each other for hidden weapons.”

“Weapons??” Alexa blinked. There’d been no mention of this the previous time she played.

“Yeah,” said Kate, “we — well, I’ll you about that after we get upstairs, in the closet.”

“I like doing that,” Riley giggled.

“Me too,” I agreed, rubbing the girl’s shoulder.

“Um, but let’s see, teams…” Katie put a hand on her chin, looking over the group. “We’ll have two teams, red and blue, and two evil scientists, me and, uh, Chelsea. Lemme get scarves for you guys.”

She dug out three scarves of each color, then split us into teams. I was on the red team with Riley and Samantha. The blue team was Molly, Emily, and Alexa.

After turning off all the lights, we followed my sister up the stairs, wearing nothing but scarves tied around our foreheads. Kate found a secret formula bottle in her bedroom and handed it to Chelsea, then led us down the hall to Mommy’s room. There she ushered us into the walk-in closet, shutting the door behind us. The only light still on in the house was the one above our heads.

“I know you don’t know this,” Kate said to Alexa, “but usually when we play, we start by taking off each other’s clothes and then searching for hidden weapons, ‘cause that’s what real spies do, right?”

The older girl nodded, white teeth gleaming in a huge smile. It was clear she would go along with anything, no matter how extreme. I looked at her erect nipples, thinking how nice it was going to be to play with her in the dark, when we did the search. My pussy was getting even wetter.

“Okay, so, we’re gonna search each other, after I turn off the light,” said Kate. “You have to search everyone, even people on your own team, plus me and Chelsea too. Search everybody everywhere, all over, make sure they’re not hiding anything, okay?”

Everyone nodded. We were eager to start!

Kate switched off the light and we began the search. As with our nipple test, this went on quite a bit longer than was actually necessary. Our hands and fingers went everywhere, touching and feeling and probing. There were sounds of heavy breathing and soft moans. It quickly became warm inside the closet, a steamy, almost tropical heat, not just from our bodies but from our feverish sexual arousal.

When girls reached between my legs, they discovered my moisture, my abundant lubrication. No one said anything about it, but more than one of them used that slippery fluid to rub my pussy, stroking my clit, a few even reaching down to insert a finger briefly into my vagina, thrilling me.

I wasn’t the only girl who was wet and creamy. Kate was too, and so was Emily. And Alexa! Oh my god, Alexa!

When I put my hand between her legs, feeling the teen’s smoothly shaved pussy lips, I immediately encountered a big gooey glob of her juices. There was so much of it I wondered if some had dripped onto the floor — and that thought made me even hotter. I boldly caressed her labia, rubbing the wetness all around. She had her hands on my breasts, squeezing the nipples. We both groaned in pleasure.

I grabbed her butt with my other hand, pulling her against me. Straddling Alexa’s thigh, I humped the older girl’s leg as I aggressively rubbed her pussy. In response, she pinched my nipples even harder, enough to hurt, but I didn’t mind that. I loved it, it totally turned me on.

Showing surprising will power, I managed to convince myself I really shouldn’t have sex with Alexa — not then and there, anyway, but maybe later! — and reluctantly drew my hand away from her crotch. Before leaving her, however, I raised the hand to her mouth, running my slippery fingers along her lower lip. She giggled and briefly licked the fingers, and then we separated, moving on to other girls.

Finally, after another few minutes, after we’d all had numerous opportunities to fondle each of the others in the dark, Kate said the search was over.

“Okay, so, Chelsea and me are gonna take one team out now, the red team,” she told us, “and put ‘em inside another closet. Then we’ll yell and say it’s time to count to a hundred while we go and hide somewhere downstairs, all right?”

We played the exciting game, racing and chasing and laughing and wrestling — plus a lot more groping of one another’s naked bodies — until at last the red team claimed victory, getting back to our mother’s bed with the bottle containing the secret formula. My team won, yay! Truthfully, though, I didn’t care very much about winning. It was just fun to play.

We sat there together, panting and grinning: eight hot and sweaty girls, a few of us with creamy pussies, now plainly visible. What, I wondered, would happen next?

Several suggestions suddenly came out all at once, overlapping in comic fashion. After we finished giggling about that, we sifted through the possibilities. Riley wanted to do one of the secret kisses again, the version that involved giving hickeys. Everyone agreed this was a good idea, since the marks we’d received a week earlier had almost entirely faded away. Mine was still the most visible, a big one my sister Kate had planted on my left breast. Molly wanted to play Truth or Dare, and the other girls liked that idea as well. Samantha’s proposal was to have ice cream — and that’s what we decided to do before anything else, because why wouldn’t we?

We trooped downstairs, filled up bowls with Ben and Jerry’s, then sat on the carpeted floor in the family room, enjoying our treats. We were in a circle, still naked, of course, each girl sitting cross-legged, chatting happily. After our ice cream, we’d play Truth or Dare, and following that we’d refresh the hickeys.

“And, um, you know, there’s another thing I think we oughta do later,” I said, after swallowing a spoonful of Chunky Monkey.

“What’s that?” asked Alexa.

“Well, we haven’t really talked about it yet, but are you staying over tonight? Riley and Emily are, I know that, but are you?”

“Um, yeah, I guess so. If it’s okay, I mean, if you want me to.”

“Yeah, I do want you to,” I told her.

“Okay,” the teenager smiled, giving me a wink.

“But, what I want to do is, after the moms come home…” and I proceeded to lay out my plan, a scheme that made everyone itchy with anticipation.

It still wasn’t very late then, not quite 10:00, and none of the girls seemed the least bit sleepy at that point, not even the youngest ones. I didn’t expect the women to get back until around midnight, however, if not later, and I was hoping I could keep everyone awake until they arrived. It all turned out perfectly, as you will see.

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I Was the Daughter of a Porn Star, Chapter 31

  • Posted on June 12, 2016 at 9:57 pm

Marie Spends the Night – After an Interesting Friday at School

By Cheryl Taggert 

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

Friday finally arrived and I got to school early, hoping Marie would show up early too so we could talk. Deanna had gotten sick, so she had missed the last two days and would miss again today, so Marie would be the only girl I would want to talk to before school. Sure enough, ten minutes before the first bell, she walked up, having been dropped off early again by her sister Linda. She was usually dropped off by Sara, but she had told me that Linda could drop her off earlier, and now she had a reason to arrive early at school.

We hugged when she arrived, and I noticed Ms. Patterson coming up the sidewalk from her car. She saw us, and when she passed by she said for us not to get too chummy with each other. We giggled openly at that. I think she was getting the idea, finally, that we weren’t just experimenting with each other. She knew who my mom was, and I wondered if she realized that calling her did not get me in trouble.

Of course, this was a private school, and they could have kicked us both out, but my mom was a big contributor to the school, giving lots of money to the arts program, and they wouldn’t want to say good-bye to that kind of cash. And because I was safe from being kicked out, so was Marie, even if her parents didn’t give donations like my mom did. At least I don’t think they did.

“So, it’s the big night tonight,” I said, grinning.

“Yeah, I can’t wait,” Marie answered. Her eyes sparkled with mischief.

“So, did you bring something to sleep in?” I asked, meaning to tease her if she had.

“Just my skin,” she said, giggling. “But I did bring a change of clothes for tomorrow. Shorts, a shirt, socks, and panties. They’re in my book bag.”

“What for?” I asked. “We’re just going to hang around my house naked when we get up.”

“Really? What would your mom think?” she asked.

“Well, let’s just say she’ll be fine with it.”

“What’d’ya mean, she’ll be fine with it? Is there some catch?”

I motioned her over to the planter again, and we sat. She knew I had a secret to tell her. I figured since she told me about her and her sisters, I could tell her about me and my family.

“What is it?” she asked, anxious to hear whatever I had to say that involved making sure we were alone.

“If I tell you something, you gotta swear never to say a word to anyone,” I said.

“Hey, I’m all about keeping secrets. I’ve kept the one about my family and me, haven’t I?”

“Well, I guess, but you did tell me.”

“That’s because I know I can trust you. You strike me as someone who doesn’t have many hangups when it comes to sex.”

“Hey, girl, I have zero hangups about sex.”

“I could tell,” she said, giggling. “Just like me. Now, hurry up and tell me before the bell rings and we have to go in. I want some reaction time.”

“Reaction time?” I asked.

“You know. You tell me a secret, I react and go bonkers about it or something. Reaction time!”

“Oh, okay.” I paused for a second to build the drama.

Slapping my shoulder, she said, “Give!”

I laughed. Then we put our heads close together. At that moment, the bell rang.

“I guess I’ll have to tell you later,” I said, giggling. “I wouldn’t want to destroy your reaction time.”

Her mouth dropped open in disbelief. “You better tell me right now, Cheryl, or I’ll… I’ll…”

“You’ll what?” I said, grinning at her.

“Well, I won’t make out with you tonight.”

“Yes, you will. I’m irresistible,” I said, still grinning.

“Come on!” she said. “Everyone’s going in!”

“Okay. You know how you and your sisters have had sex with each other since you were five?”

“Yeah. I know that. Remember? I’m the one who told you.”

“Well…” I paused again for effect. “My mom and I have been doing it since I was six.”

I could tell that was definitely NOT what she expected. Her eyes grew big, the whites showing all around and her jaw dropped wide open. She seemed speechless.

Standing up and starting toward the doors, I said, “Well, I guess we better go in. We only have another four minutes till we’re late for first class.”

“No! No! NO!” she said, grabbing my arm to stop me and turn me to look at her. “Are you fucking kidding me?!” She was keeping her volume down, but her excitement was clear.

I grinned, saying nothing.

“Really?! This isn’t some bad joke because I told you about me and my sisters?!”

“No joke.”

“Holy fucking shit! I thought you were going to tell me you and your sister Jenna fooled around!”

“Oh, yeah. That too,” I said, still grinning like a cat let loose in a fish market.

“Oh, shit!” she said, and then she did something I had never seen anyone do before.

She came. Standing right there outside of the school building, she had a spontaneous orgasm. I could see it in her eyes. She hunched and grunted, her mouth going all funny. Then her eyes closed, and she moaned. We were alone by then, the other kids having gone inside, and she put her hand to her pussy and squeezed it through the jumper she wore.

“Oh, my God!” I said. “Did you just come?”

“Uh-huh. I do that sometimes when I get really turned on about something. I had been wondering if you and your sister got together and was hoping you did so we could all fool around together after your mom went to bed or something. Now, we don’t even have to worry about that.”

“Nope. My mom is totally cool with whatever we do together, even with Jenna.”

“Stop it. You’re gonna make me come again, and I have to get to band.” She played the flute in band, and because she was in the concert band, she had it first class.

We entered the building and we each made a mad dash for our classes. My class was science with Mr. Whitley. I had become one of his favorite pupils in the past week since I had flashed him in class the day Clare made me go without panties.

I had to run past Ms. Patterson’s room to get to the science wing, and she was standing outside her door, urging students to get to class. She gave me a strange look as I rushed past, as if wondering what Marie and I had been up to that made me late.

“You’ll never guess,” I mumbled to myself as I ran down the hall.

The tardy bell rang just as I got within about ten feet of Mr. Whitley’s room, but he just smiled and said, “Come on in, Princess.” I smiled my thanks to him, even though what I’d done a few days before should have earned me excused tardies for the rest of the year.

By the time I got to math class, the class Marie and I shared, I couldn’t think of anything else but Marie’s spontaneous orgasm. I was shocked that she could have them, but mostly I was jealous. I wished I could do that. I’ve gotten to the point plenty of times that I could just touch myself and come because I’d gotten so turned on and denied myself a climax for so long, or maybe squeeze my legs together and have a small orgasm, but I had never just come without even touching myself or doing anything the way Marie had. She had just been standing there, and I suppose the thought of me and my mom and Jenna all together pushed her over the brink. Either that, or it was the thought of her with Jenna and maybe even my mom. I didn’t know, but I did know it was highly erotic whatever it was.

In any case, I couldn’t get it out of my mind. When Marie entered the room, I was already at my desk, so she was looking at me as she walked to her seat. I made a big, silent show of looking at her face then down to her pussy. She got the hint and when I looked back up to her face on my little visual journey, she winked at me.

Then she reached and dropped a note on my desk.

It read, “Ask to go to the bathroom. I’ll meet you there.”

Wow, decision time. I didn’t want to miss any of my math since it wasn’t my best subject and I needed all the explanations Mr. Carlton could provide. Then again, this was Marie, my bathroom soulmate if ever there was one. Still, we had sort of developed a rep with Ms. Patterson and Mr. Spivey, and I didn’t want to push things. I definitely didn’t want to get caught again.

I finally decided to choose friend over school work. After all, I was a self-respecting thirteen-year-old, so naturally that was my choice when push came to shove.

When we got to work on some problems about twenty minutes before the end of class, I got up and asked Mr. Carlton if I could go to the restroom. He looked at me as if I’d lost my mind for even asking, but he let me go when I told him it was a female thing. All the male teachers let the girls go to the bathroom when they said that. It was like some unwritten rule or something because if we happened to be telling the truth, which most of us weren’t, there would be hell to pay if we were forced to sit in our own menstrual blood and stain our clothes for the world to see. At a place like this, it could maybe get a teacher fired. The only thing was you had to keep track with which teacher you told when. It was an easy lie to get caught in if you tried it two weeks in a row or something.

I got to the bathroom and peed for the sake of at least being able to say I really had to go. Then I waited for Marie. When four minutes had passed and she hadn’t shown, I got concerned. Stepping to the door, I stuck my head out and glanced around to see if I could see her.

No Marie. The hallway was deserted.

Okay, this was officially weird. After five minutes, I figured someone would come looking for me if I didn’t get back to class, and two days in a row of that would not go well. I had no choice but to return to math and Mr. Carlton.

When I walked in, I looked toward Marie’s desk. She was still there, and I could see she was fuming. As I walked past Mr. Carlton’s desk, he cleared his throat to get my attention. When I looked at him, he signaled me over to his desk.

“Don’t try that again,” was all he said about my journey to the bathroom. Then he pointed angrily at my desk. “And if you don’t finish, you cannot do it for homework. I’ll grade what you have completed.” I felt myself blushing.

Mr. Carlton was really pissed, but I didn’t know why exactly. As I passed Marie’s desk, she slipped me a note. Looking at her, I could see she was still very pissed about something, probably because Mr. Carlton wouldn’t let her go to the restroom.

But when I looked at her note, my heart sank. Then I got pissed too.

Her note said, “He knows about yesterday. Someone told him. Ms. Patterson, I guess. He said I couldn’t go to the bathroom for ‘a repeat performance’ of yesterday.”

When I looked up from the note, she was still fuming, glancing back at me to see my reaction. Her jaw was so tense I thought someone could use it as an anvil to hammer against and angry tears threatened to spill over her eyelids.

I worked on my classwork as hard as I could, trying to ignore what had happened. I was majorly pissed at Ms. Patterson. I couldn’t believe she had told anyone else about yesterday. She had seemed so… cool about the incident, as if she wanted to make sure nobody made a mountain out of a molehill regarding what we’d done.

I finished all but the last five problems, which pretty well assured me of making no better than a D on the assignment, which only added gasoline to the fire of my anger.

When I got outside Mr. Carlton’s room, I told Marie I would see her out front after school, and that tonight we’d make up for all the hell we’d dealt with that week.

Then I made a bee-line to Ms. Patterson’s room. I was so angry at her, I knew I would have to control myself when I got there. I didn’t want to be suspended for cussing out a teacher, no matter how much money my mom gave the school. If I said the things I was thinking, I would definitely be suspended for a few days.

So as I approached her room, I took several deep breaths to get my composure, which was cracking already because tears had formed and were threatening to cascade down my cheeks at any second.

When I got there, she was standing outside again, saying hello to students as they entered and urging other students in the halls to hurry to their next class and not be late, as she’d been doing earlier.

I stopped directly in front of her and said, “Can you and I talk for a moment?”

She could see I was obviously upset. She said, “What is it, Cheryl? Did someone call you a name or something?”

“Not yet,” I said, thinking once word got out to the students, it would certainly start. I knew being caught could result in that, but I had never considered that the source of the leak would be a teacher. “I just need to talk to you.”

“Okay, talk,” she said, acting as if she had no idea why I might be upset.

“Why did you tell Mr. Carlton?”

“What?” She looked surprised by my question. I wondered if she were just giving herself time to come up with an answer.

“You told Mr. Carlton!” I said, hissing the words while trying to control my volume and keep others from hearing.

“I did no such thing. You mean he knows?”

“Yes.”

“About yesterday and what you and Marie… well, about what happened?”

“Yes!” I spat the word. She could easily see I was unbelievably pissed.

“Honey, I have no idea how he knows. I didn’t tell him anything. In fact, I only told your mother and Marie’s sister.” I looked at the shock on her face and realized she hadn’t been the one to tell him.

But if not her, then who?

“Then who told?” I asked. “It was so embarrassing!” The tears began to fall.

“Sweetie, I –” Then she stopped. I could tell she knew who had told Mr. Carlton and I wondered if she would share it with me.

Then suddenly, she didn’t have to share the name with me after all. It hit me like a sudden slap in the face exactly who told because he was the only other person who knew.

Mr. Spivey. We always called him Mr. Spidey behind his back, though it never was meant as a connection to the super hero, Spiderman, who sometimes referred to himself as ‘Spidey.’ No, it had been a mean joke, but now it fit perfectly. He was like a creepy spider, lying in wait.

“That bastard!” The words had come from me, not Ms. Patterson, and I didn’t even try to look sorry.

“Shh,” Ms. Patterson said. “I don’t want to have to deal with another disciplinary action with you.” Then she pulled me to her and held my head to her breast as I really began to cry. She stroked my hair and shushed me. I thought how nice she was to do that, and I didn’t even think about her boobs, not even with her left one pressed against my cheek, at least not at that moment.

The bell rang to start her class, and she stuck her head in and said, “Everyone begin reading on page 247. I’ll be back in a minute.”

With that, she put her arm around my shoulder and guided me to the front office for the second time in as many days. When we entered, she didn’t even bother to ask to see Mr. Spivey. She simply ushered me into the empty conference room across from his office and knocked rather loudly on his door. Apparently, she was pissed, too.

When there was no reply, she listened and could hear noises. It was as if someone were scrambling to answer the door or something.  Then she checked the doorknob, which wasn’t locked though maybe it should have been, and the door to his office swung open.

From where I was sitting in the conference room, I could see everything. He was seated at his desk, but he wasn’t alone. Ms. Bradshaw, the new, young secretary in the office, was in his lap. Her blouse was open, her bra was undone, and her boobs were there for all of us to see. I have to admit, they were very nice boobs. I wouldn’t have minded sucking them myself, so in a way I didn’t blame Mr. Spivey, though I questioned her taste in men.

He was doing everything he could to get her off his lap, but the desk was in the way. I could see that her skirt was on the floor beside his desk, and she was wearing nothing from the waist down. That’s when I noticed she shaved, or maybe even waxed.

Mr. Spivey was yelling at Ms. Patterson, who was standing there in total shock, telling her to “close the fucking door.” His words, not mine.

Finally, she realized I was also able to see everything because I was no longer crying. I was laughing my ass off. He’d been caught red-handed, and he was married, just not to Ms. Bradshaw.

After Ms. Patterson closed the door and came into the conference room while Mr. Spivey and Ms. Bradshaw composed themselves, she burst into gales of laughter herself.

She sat at the table with me and we continued laughing. It was a very nice moment we shared, actually, and that was when I thought about how her left boob had been pressed to my cheek. I found myself wishing I had taken the time to appreciate it more.

When the two came out of Mr. Spivey’s office, he was all bluster, telling Ms. Patterson she was fired. She looked at him and said, “I don’t think I’m the one who’ll be looking for another job.”

She was right, of course. He was forced to leave or be fired by the board of directors of the school. His office was cleaned out by Monday, and Mr. Jackson, one of the assistant principals, had taken his place temporarily.

The way I figured it, Old Spidey deserved it. If he hadn’t shared with other teachers what Marie and I had done, we wouldn’t have been at his office in the first place, and he and the cute Ms. Bradshaw with the nice titties and bald pussy could have continued their fling. He lost his job, and his wife filed for divorce. I heard later that Ms. Bradshaw moved in with him, so I guess he got something out of the whole episode. What she got I wasn’t sure and didn’t want to know.

Good riddance, I say, though I still occasionally thought about Ms. Bradshaw being mostly naked.

When Mom picked Marie and me up after school, Jenna was already with her. Marie and I were still laughing about the image of Mr. Spivey with Ms. Bradshaw sitting in his lap as they fumbled to get “decent.” Maybe that was possible for Ms. Bradshaw, but in my mind Mr. Spivey would never be decent. Marie, of course, hadn’t seen it, but my descriptions were very accurate.

I told Mom and Jenna about it, and they laughed too. Marie and I had laughed so much, we no longer cared that Mr. Carlton, and who knows who else, knew about Marie and me. In fact, I was thinking about flaunting it to our math teacher on Monday, even though I knew I never would. It was just a fantasy.

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As we sat at dinner that night eating spaghetti and meatballs, a salad, and bread, I let Mom know that Marie and I had grown close enough to tell her about us. I included that I knew about Marie and her sisters, so that way Mom knew I wasn’t telling just anyone about us. I could tell Mom thought Marie was pretty. In fact, I could tell she would love to have sex with her sometime if Marie were willing. I didn’t tell Marie about Mom’s desire for her, but I think she knew anyway.

When we went to bed, Jenna was already in bed in her room, which was fine. I wanted some time alone with Marie first. Then I planned to go wake up Jenna to join us. I could tell she wanted to sleep with us, but Mom had said to her last night that she should wait to be invited, that Marie and I would probably want to be alone the first night together. She was right, but not completely. We did plan on inviting her into my room after we had fooled around some, even though that’s not how it turned out.

I closed my bedroom door and made sure my curtain was closed all the way, something I had developed a habit of doing since Gwen had caught all of us together. That could have ended much differently than it did. Thank goodness it turned Gwen on to see us like that.

Facing Marie, I smiled shyly. I’m not sure why I was shy, actually. It wasn’t as if the entire night hadn’t already been planned, though not in detail. She knew I wanted to lick her pussy, and I knew she wanted to lick mine. It was just the in-between that was not decided. But I definitely had butterflies. I was feeling rather odd, in fact.

Marie, being even bolder than me, stepped up and took me in her arms. She stared into my eyes for a moment before closing the short distance between us and her lips met mine. I found her lips to be so supple they reminded me of warm cotton. It was almost like kissing the soft inside of a warm sponge cake, but even more delicious.

I opened my mouth and she snaked her tongue in and slid it around mine. Our tongues danced together in a slow, erotic rhythm. We weren’t rushed. We knew we had all the time we wanted to take. I felt a little bit like a bride on her wedding night, in fact. And that’s when I realized I was falling in love with Marie. I also recognized this was why I was nervous and shy.

I had always loved Deanna, but she was more of a close, special friend. I was sure she felt the same way about me. We weren’t “in love” with each other.

This, however, was different. I was falling in love for the first time. First loves are special because it’s the first time you have romantic feelings about another person. I wanted to be with her every minute of every day.

As we kissed, I wondered whether I should tell her. I didn’t know how she felt about me. If she was just having fun, saying something would ruin our night together before it ever began. On the other hand, if she loved me too, it would make the night even better.

I was confused and not just a little horny. I was grinding my hips against hers, rubbing our pussies together and relishing the tingles that were being translated into shivers through our intimate contact.

She reached down and grabbed the hem of my t-shirt and lifted it over my head. I giggled when it caught my hair and pulled it up on top of my head as the shirt came off. Then her hands were at my shorts, unbuttoning them and lowering the zipper. She had worn a jumper that day, and I unbuttoned the shoulder straps and allowed the garment to fall in a puddle onto the floor.

As she pushed my shorts to the floor to join her jumper, I started tugging on the hem of her t-shirt. She raised her arms and I removed it. At some point she had removed her bra, but I didn’t know when. She had definitely had one at school that day because I’d noticed the outline of the straps beneath her t-shirt. Now, however, she was naked except for her panties, as was I. I guessed she must have removed it when she’d gone to the bathroom earlier that evening. I wasn’t sure if I was happy about that or sad. I had looked forward to peeling it off to expose her boobs, but then again, it was nice not to have to fool with the hooks.

We embraced again, our lips meeting in another kiss, sinking into soft flesh as they met. We kissed and danced to a music only we seemed to hear. We shared a slow dance, swaying to the rhythms of our bodies that made unique music in our minds.

The kiss ended, and I leaned back a bit to look at her, to absorb her beauty into my soul. I would not do this again for years when I met the one true love of my life, but this was the first time I did this. It was actually a conscious decision. I wanted just to look at her and hope she loved me as much as I loved her.

When I pulled back to look at her, though, I noticed her eyes were filled with tears. Seeing this, my own eyes welled up and ran a stream down my right cheek. She grinned at me, causing a tear to tumble down her cheek to the corner of her mouth. I grinned back. She sighed, I sighed.

Then, being the bolder one, she said, “My God! I love you!”

I could feel her heart beating a solid rhythm against her ribs, and therefore against mine, too. I saw the fear in her eyes. She had braved the first utterance of these words that can bind or cleave. I loved her for that, too.

I knew she was waiting for me to respond with my own confession, but I was so overwhelmed I couldn’t speak for a moment. I was so taken by the moment, so thrilled in my new love, this emotion that both suffocated and revived, that I hesitated. She was smart enough to wait me out, though. Perhaps my feelings were in my look, as they had been for some time now without either of us realizing it.

“Oh, God, Marie. I love you, too!”

We kissed again, this time with more passion than tenderness, though the tenderness remained beneath the heat.

She let her hands whisper down my sides to my panties. Goose-bumps trailed in her fingers’ wake. Sliding her thumbs into the elastic that held them up, she nudged the only covering left on my body down over my hips, pushing them far enough to allow them to drop and join my shorts. I returned the favor, and we stood together now, naked with each other for the first time.

Inside me a yearning grew into an obsession. I wanted her to lie on me and rub her mound against mine. I wanted our clits to kiss. I wanted to feel her juices running into my own pussy. Then I wanted to be on top of her and allow my own fluids of love to drip down onto her pussy. I thought about how guys in old movies became “blood brothers” by cutting themselves and allowing their blood to mingle. I thought of this when I pictured our juices flowing together, mingling into one nectar. The phrase “honey sisters” occurred to me. I would have laughed, but I was too turned on right then.

Even though I was only thirteen, I wanted this night to last forever. I never wanted the sun to rise again, leaving us in a perpetual night that would never become tomorrow. Later, I told this to Marie. She understood my feelings perfectly and I loved her for that too.

Breaking our latest kiss, I moved us toward my bed. Lying down, I looked at this girl I was so in love with that I wanted no part of tomorrow. Then I pulled her down onto my outstretched body. She understood and we pressed our pussies together. I felt my clit responding to the pressure, and I could sense her own reaction to the touch of my mound.

My hands cupped her gorgeous butt and pulled her into me, as her hands went to my breasts and toyed with them. Our bodies seemed to melt into one as we thrashed against each other and kissed wildly.

I used my weight to turn us over, and suddenly I was on top, grinding my body into hers as her thrusts met mine. Soon we spun again and we were in a different position. She was sitting up and pressing her slit down onto mine, tribbing as she jerked her hips to a sensual rhythm, masturbating herself against my pussy as I did the same to hers. We both seemed frantic with the need to climax.

Then, within seconds, we were coming. The orgasm that had been building all day through the tension, the problems, the worries, the humiliations.

The glances, the winks, the smiles, the love.

The culmination of so much affection and experience spread throughout our bodies and seemed to bind us together like glue.

The climax became the universe. It seared our minds with ecstasy, and we heaved out the gasps of delight and wonder as we made love.

Finally, she collapsed on top of me, held me tightly, and kissed me…

…as if there was no tomorrow.

I held her and whispered, “I’ve never been in love before. I’ve loved, but I’ve not been IN love.”

“Me neither,” she sighed. “Isn’t it fantastic?”

“Totally,” I said, grinning like the schoolgirl I was.

We lay there for a while, absorbing the love of the other, kissing casually, and cooling off before starting it all over again.

This time I wanted to taste her and have her taste me. I’d wanted it since we’d masturbated together in the same bathroom stall at school on Thursday. Maybe even earlier. Then it occurred to me that Thursday had only been yesterday. So much had happened I was shocked it had been so recent.

Without saying anything, I moved my body so that we were face to crotch. Her pussy was magnificent, the outer labia as smooth as those on the inside since she’d shaved herself bare. I hoped she liked mine half as much at least. That would have been plenty, since I adored hers.

Soon, we were feasting on the other, licking up the sweet honey that dripped from our vaginas and filling ourselves with the love we felt.

We did this for some time, though I have no idea how long it went on. We ended up coming, of course, more or less at the same time again.

We put off getting Jenna after that. We were too tired. We fell asleep in each other’s arms, our foreheads touching. I wanted her to be the last thing I saw as I fell asleep, and the first thing I saw when I awoke. We could have fun with Jenna in the morning.

As tired as we were, we still talked well into the night as we drifted off. We talked of our love and how much it had surprised us. We talked about her sisters and how that started. I told her about Jenna’s mother Cindy and how we were paying a private detective to find her.

Then she finally told me that her mother was involved with her and her sisters, too, the last revelation to seal our lives forever. Our views and experiences were so similar, we seemed destined to be together.

Of course, it wouldn’t last forever. Nothing does, but we were young then and knew no better. And at thirteen we fall in love so easily. Still, it has lasted as a relationship, even when the romantic love died, though I knew we would cherish it and the memories forever.

But that first love can be, in some ways, the strongest. For while Marie and I are no longer IN love as adults, we still love each other. And that’s okay, too.

Continue on to Chapter 32

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A Mother/Daughter Journey, Chapter 4

  • Posted on June 10, 2016 at 1:16 pm

Masturbation

By Mommy Janice

This is a continuing story about Janice and her now seven-year-old daughter, Angie. Janice and Angie joined a Mother/Daughter Support Group. There they met Carol, the group founder/matriarch, as well as Candice and her daughter, Ariel.

I want to thank Angie and Naughty Mommy for their editorial help. You are the best!

As my daughter Angie’s school year came to an end, I reflected back on what I can only describe as the best year of my life. With the encouragement of the group, and especially Carol, Candice and I had begun nursing our daughters. Angie, like Ariel, had begun nursing at night as part of her bedtime routine. As time progressed, I gently encouraged her to caress her sex while nursing. Eventually, she became quite comfortable touching herself as she sucked my nipple. She would look up at me with her lovey-dovey expression as she touched herself. For me, those moments were precious. My mind fantasized about our being together as lovers, imagining her naked in bed, waiting for me to join her in lesbian bliss. Other times, we would be in public, holding hands, stealing kisses when we thought no one was watching. The fantasy that most often entered my mind was seeing her in a wedding dress coming down the aisle, I in my wedding dress, waiting at the marriage altar.

In late spring, Carol changed the Mother/Daughter Support Group meeting format to a reading group held in members’ homes. Much to my delight, she assigned us to read chapters from The Joy of Looking on the Juicy Secrets website. Moms would gather in the living room while the daughters played together elsewhere in the house, which was necessary due to the sexually explicit content of The Joy of Looking. Although girls Angie’s age did masturbate, Carol thought they might be too immature to understand the adult nature of the content or the feelings the stories evoked.

It was customary for Carol to greet each mother and daughter with a kiss, mothers and teen daughters on the lips, preteens on the cheek. At the mid-June meeting, after greeting Angie and me, Carol took Angie’s hand and said, “Come with me.”

I watched Carol walk over to Ariel, whisper in her ear, then lead both girls down the hall into a bedroom. Candice approached me with a look of concern and said, “What was that all about?”

“I don’t know,” I responded, wondering what Carol was going to say or do with our daughters.

Candice and I had conflicting feelings of concern and excitement. We were concerned for our seven-year-old daughters who were alone, in a bedroom, with a sexually dominant woman. On the other hand, we were thrilled for what Carol was telling/teaching them about their relationships with us, their moms. Candice and I held hands, exchanging glances and hugs of support. About fifteen minutes later, they returned, both girls smiling and to my surprise, they were wearing lip gloss.

Carol said, “Give your mommies a big kiss, just like I showed you.”

Angie reached up, drawing me down to her. That moment became a lifetime memory, as Angie, for the first time, kissed me on my lips. My sex tingled with delight as I felt her soft, tender, glossed, innocent lips on mine. Many times I had fantasized about her kissing me. Many times I had to restrain my urges to kiss her sexually, knowing the first kiss had to come from her, not forced from me. I was in heavenly bliss as I felt her hands drawing me closer to her, our bodies melting together, our lips pressed in precious love. Mother and daughter, lovers, joined together. Angie let the kiss linger. I was passive, letting her guide me. Our wetness mixed together in sensual ecstasy. Time stood still, my world shrank to her body, her lips. In that moment, there was nothing else but our love.

As she began to slowly release the pressure between our lips, I felt the lip gloss binding us, gluing us together. I never wanted the kiss to end. But it was her kiss, to end when she was ready. She brought closure by slowly parting her lips from mine as tears of joy welled up behind my eyes. Angie turned toward Carol.

“Did I do OK?” she asked.

“You were perfect,” Carol reassured her with a loving smile.

“Are you alright, dear?” Carol questioned me.

I was lost in the depths of my feelings, unable to speak, just barely able to comprehend the exchange between my lover and Carol. I could only smile and nod.

I looked over to Candice. They were still embracing, lips to lips. I felt pangs of jealousy, wishing I were still kissing my daughter.

“Alright, you two lovebirds,” Carol said to Candice and Ariel, “it’s time to start our reading discussion. You girls can go play with the other girls in the family room downstairs.”

It was over, our moment of bliss. But my feelings would be imprinted on my heart and soul forever.

After our daughters left, we settled in the living room with the others for our discussion of the assigned chapters from The Joy of Looking. Our hostess offered us a glass of wine, a Pinot Noir from Willamette Valley, one of my favorites. Carol thought better of the idea and said to me, “I think wine might not be a good idea for you. As I recall, the last time you had wine, you weren’t able to control your feelings.”

The other moms giggled. They had heard about Carol coming to my house for dinner and the effect wine had on me.

For most of the discussion, neither Candice nor I spoke, overwhelmed with feelings of joy and love. Finally, Carol decided to engage us.

“What is your favorite chapter?” Carol asked Candice.

I was surprised to hear Candice answer, “I’m a slut for Naughty Mommy’s writing. My favorite is always the latest chapter.”

“And you?” Carol asked one of the other mothers. Before replying, the other mother looked at the mom next to her, sharing a conspiratorial smile, then chimed in, “Undercover Spy.”

“Interesting,” Carol mused. “Perhaps we can have our own game this summer.”

She turned toward me. “What is your favorite chapter, Janice?”

There was not just one, but several very special chapters that have remained in my mind and heart ever since I first read  them  I have re-read them several times, as well as fantasized about Angie and me having the same experience as Julie and her mother.

I began to reply, “There are chapters that will always remain in my heart. They are the chapters where—”

I was cut off mid-sentence by a piercing scream from one of the girls in the basement. We jumped up and ran downstairs. Lying on the floor was a fourteen-year-old girl, Samantha, with an ugly gash on her right leg. Her mother hurried to her, held her and comforted her as our hostess ran to the medicine cabinet for bandages. After the teen was bandaged, her mom comforted her in a way only a mother can, by giving her a breast to nurse. Carol suggested we let the mother and daughter have alone time, so we collected our things and departed. Driving home, I asked Angie how Samantha hurt her leg. She was vague, saying, “Nothin’ happened.”

I pressed for an answer. “Something happened, the girl has a nasty boo-boo on her leg.”

Angie mumbled, “Playin’, she fell…”

“What were you playing?” I continued to press Angie.

“Mom?!” Angie exclaimed, as if I had violated her privacy and had no business asking such a question.

My initial reaction was to reproach Angie for speaking to me that way. After all, I was her mother. On the other hand, I was also her future lover. Lovers don’t violate each other. So, I remained silent. After a few minutes, Angie said, “Hot Lava. Sam slipped tryin’ to jump from the couch to the chair, landed on the coffee table corner.”

Hot Lava. I remembered playing that as a young girl. The floor was hot lava, and we had to make it around the circle of chairs, beds, and couches without touching the floor and dying.

“Sam,” Angie continued, “said the first one to make it around three times was the winner and the rest of us would have to do whatever she said. Sam was on her final time around. She told us if she won, we would all have to masturbate for her.”

Masturbate! Oh my god! I never knew the game had rules like that!

“Uh… um…” Angie seemed hesitant to continue. “Can me and Ariel go to the mall Saturday?”

“Of course, sweetie,” I replied. “We could have lunch there too if you like.”

“Ah… well… actually,” Angie, looking down at her hands, mumbled, “Carol wants to take us.”

“Oh,” I said, not sure how to respond.

“Well, if that’s what you and Ariel want, I guess it’s OK.”

Angie smiled, “Thanks Mom, you’re cool.” She looked relieved.

Nothing more was said about Hot Lava or the mall until Saturday morning. Angie sent several texts that morning, I assume to Ariel and perhaps to Carol. About 11 am she came into the kitchen wearing jeans, a pink and white hoodie, and a big smile.

“All ready to go?” I asked.

“Uh-huh…” was her only response.

Her phone vibrated.

“Later,” she said, and was out the door.

I spent most of the day cleaning and imagining what the girls and Carol were up to. Candice called. She was also wondering what Carol was doing with our daughters. Like me, she had conflicting feelings, the same feelings we’d had at the previous Mother/Daughter Support Group meeting. When Angie came home, I asked her how her trip to the mall had gone.

“OK,” Angie replied.

“What did you do?” I asked.

“Stuff.”

“What ‘stuff’?” I continued, knowing I shouldn’t ask but couldn’t help myself.

“Just stuff.”

Be patient, I thought to myself, she’ll tell you when she’s ready.

I was wrong, she never did tell me. Carol did, in a way I never expected. It happened at the next Mother/Daughter Support Group, which was hosted by Candice.

After the initial greeting and conversations, Ariel took the girls up to her bedroom. I wondered if they were going to play Hot Lava. Sam was there, her leg showing no scarring, and she seemed eager to get the girls away from the moms. I wondered if they would masturbate.

Carol had assigned each of us to pick our own chapter from The Joy of Looking to discuss. We went around the room talking about our favorite chapter. When it came to my turn, Carol spoke to the group saying,

“As I recall, Janice did not get the chance to tell us which was her favorite chapter. Janice, can you tell us now?”

“To be honest, I don’t have a favorite chapter. I have eight favorite chapters, all in a sequence, chapters that I hope will one day become reality for Angie and me. They begin with the Magical Weekend, Chapter 60, and end with Erotic Ritual Concludes the Sensual Celebration.”

The room fell silent as each of the mothers drifted off into her own thoughts and feelings of formally committing to her daughter. In the background, Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata was playing. Each note drew us deeper into our feelings of love.

One by one, we all began to share our desire/need to be bound to our daughter. One mother talked about the excitement she felt when she read about Julie and her mother’s arrival at the Sapphic Retreat. Another mother reveled in the bliss of the rose petals and bath. Candice loved the dinner, especially the young serving girls. Another mother was very touched with Julie and her mom’s walk in the orchard. I cried as I told of my feelings about the joining ceremony. Carol’s favorite was the lesbian orgy, especially the part where all the guests had to do whatever Julie told them to do.

Once again, silence fell upon the room, as we slipped deeper into our amorous feelings. Beethoven took us to places in our hearts that we did not know existed, causing many of us to cry. After several minutes, Carol brought us back to reality with her loving words. “We have shared deep feelings. Now it is time to share with your daughters. Take them home in love and open your heart to them.”

We slowly rose and said our goodbyes. Carol asked that I stay behind, which I did. After the other mothers and daughters departed, she had Candice and me sit on each end of the couch. She sat in an overstuffed chair opposite the couch. We did not have to wait long to see what Carol had planned. Our daughters came to the couch and snuggled in our laps. Candice and I, still deep into our amorous feelings, cuddled our daughters.

“Ariel and Angie want to show you what I bought them at the Mall,” Carol said, in a slow and seductive voice.

The girls stood, looked at us with loving and naughty smiles, and pulled off their tops. To our surprise and delight they were wearing matching pale blue bralettes with white lace shoulder straps. The little blue triangles just covered their areolas. The girls giggled, then twisted their shoulders left and right to show off their bralettes.

“Now turn around, girls, and show your mommies the back,” Carol directed.

They turned and swayed back and forth, displaying their innocent preteen bodies.  Without any prompting from Carol, their backs still toward us, they wiggled out of their pants, exposing the back of their matching thong panties, white lace emerging from their tiny bottoms. Angie’s prepubescent body had yet to develop into shapely curves. Her hips were straight, thin, and immensely alluring. I burned to take her in my arms and make passionate love to her. I wanted to kiss her shoulders, caress her back, and bring red-hot pleasure to her, perhaps even a little spank for being a naughty tease to her mother. Or maybe Angie would spank me for having naughty thoughts. My sex was tingling and damp.

As if on cue, they turned, displaying the tiny blue patch that barely covered their labia. Angie put her finger in her mouth and gave me an innocent little-girl look. Ariel asked, “You like?”

We both clapped, expressing our approval and delight.

“Girls, show your mommies what I taught you after we left the Mall and went to my house,” Carol said with a licentious grin.

Angie sat on the couch next to me. Looking at Carol for approval, she draped her right leg over my left leg and her left leg stretched onto the couch. Ariel sat next to Angie, draping her right leg over Angie’s left and her right leg over her mother’s right leg. Both girls’ labia were barely covered by the delicate blue thong patches. With an approving nod from Carol, the girls slowly pulled the patch of blue satin to the left exposing their smooth mounds. I looked with lust as Angie placed her right middle finger over the folds of her pussy lips and slowly rubbed just above her clit. After a few minutes, both girls spread their labia and pressed their fingers inside, touching their clits. Ariel moaned as she masturbated herself. My eyes were fixed on my daughter’s finger as it disappeared into her vagina.

“Are you close?” Ariel asked Angie.

“Not too, you?” Angie replied.

“Yea, gettin’ close,” Ariel whispered.

“Wait for me,” Angie moaned.

Ariel stopped circling her clit to wait for Angie. Angie circled her clit faster. Her body tensed.

“Gettin’ there,” Angie spoke in a hurried voice.

Ariel started masturbating faster, her body tensed as well. As if on cue, they came at the same time, both girls bucking and thrusting fingers deep into their pussies. Candice and I watched with delight, our pussies begging for attention. We waited for their orgasms to pass, not touching ourselves or them, knowing the girls were not ready for Mommy’s love.

It was a difficult moment, to watch and not touch. Candice and I both knew the first touch, like the first kiss, would have to come from them. Fortunately, we were able to nurse them as they basked in the afterglow of their orgasms. We cuddled and nursed our daughters until they fell asleep. Quietly we carried them up to Ariel’s bed and tucked them in. I held Candice’s hand as we stood in the doorway and watched our babies sleep in peace, their little arms intertwined.

When we returned to Carol, we found her braless with her blouse unbuttoned.

“Are your babies sleeping?” she asked.

“Yes,” I said, in a voice hungry for sexual release, but also satisfied to know my child was safely sleeping.

“I have something for you two,” she said in a naughty voice. “But first, I want to see you undress each other.”

Candice and I both smiled as we began unbuttoning each other’s blouse. Carol, sitting in her chair, began to lightly stroke her left breast with her right hand. I helped Candice slip out of her pants and panties. She pulled my skirt and panties off, exposing both of our naked bodies to Carol. We looked at her, waiting to see what she would have us do next. She stood up, reached beside her chair, and picked up two Victoria’s Secret gift bags. She looked at one of the name tags and said, “This is for you, Jani.”

Jani? I had never been called that before. I looked at the tag. ‘Jani’ was written on it.

Why, I wondered, did Carol call me that? Was I to become a little girl, like Angie?

“And you, Candi, this is for you,” Carol said, as she handed her the other gift bag.

Smiling with an air of satisfaction, Carol explained our new names.

“Lovers are equals,” she told us. “Of course, you are their mothers, which will never change. But, there will be times when you must be their equals. As your lovers, they must feel valued, loved, and equal to you. Tonight, I am going to help you on your journey by showing you what they feel. When you feel what they feel, you will be able to become their equals. Now, open your gifts and put them on.”

I opened the gift bag and took out the pink and white tissue. Inside, I found the same bra and thong panty the girls wore when they masturbated. Pale blue satin cloth with white lace straps. ‘Candi’ had the same bra and thong. We looked at each other, Candi and I, as we slipped into our matching outfits.

“Jani, would you please sit where Angie sat? And spread your legs just like she did,” Carol directed.

I quietly sat on the couch, spreading my legs, exposing my pale blue pantie crotch to Carol.

“Candi, can you sit as Ariel did, with your leg draped over Jani’s?”

There we were, just as our daughters had been, wearing the same bras and panties, legs touching, taking directions from Carol as they had. Carol spread her legs, exposing her red, green, and white plaid thong with black-lace straps.

“Now Jani and Candi, I am going to teach you how to masturbate, just as I did for Ariel and Angie. Watch, and do as I say.”

Carol slowly moved her left hand down between her legs and gently drew her thong panty to one side exposing her puffy labia. Holding her pantie to the side, she let her right hand slip down to the bottom of her labia.

“Watch closely,” she said, as she let her middle finger sensually draw up between her lips.

“You see, my finger did not enter, only caressed the outside of my pussy. Now it is your turn, babies. Do as Mommy Carol did,” she purred.

I felt as if I were a seven-year-old girl, learning for the first time how to touch myself. Like Carol, I gently pulled my panty to one side and tenderly drew my middle finger over my aching pussy. As I did, I looked over to see Candi also caressing her sex.

“It feels good, doesn’t it, sweeties? Touching yourself is as natural as loving. Now watch closely, Mommy Carol is going to show you how to lovingly press your finger inside your little pussies.”

With those words, Carol moved her finger down again between her legs. This time, she pressed the tip of her finger just inside the base of her labia. Slowly, she drew her finger up. I watched with rapt attention as her fingertip approached her clit. I felt like Angie, watching, learning the ways of a woman. The way a woman pleasures herself. Her finger lingered just over her clit. Her expression was of sensual pleasure. Slowly, she drew her finger up and out of her pussy and brought it to her mouth’s parting lips. With the slightest of touch, she slid her finger over her waiting tongue, savoring her pussy’s taste.

“Candi, Jani, did you watch Mommy Carol?” she asked, knowing we were completely mesmerized.

“Yes, Mommy,” Candi answered in a little-girl voice.

“Can you do what Mommy did, girls?” Carol asked.

We did, imitating her movements, even to the point of tasting ourselves, which I must admit was deliciously sensual. I was totally into being the little Jani, feeling what Angie felt, knowing we could be equals, Angie and Jani, lovers.

“Now darlings, Mommy is going to teach you how to orgasm. Watch my finger as it finds the special place in my pussy. There is a little nub, called your clit, which you can feel when your finger lingers over it. Watch how I lovingly touch my clit, and how in doing so, my orgasm will come.”

We watched as her finger entered as before, but stayed over her clit. She began to circle and lightly stroke herself.

“Now it is your turn, babies. Touch yourself like Mommy is doing.”

We found our clits and began to rub. It took very little time to bring the orgasm to life.

“Jani?” Candi said, “Are you getting close?”

“Yessssssss!” I cried with sensual joy.

“Me too,” Candi cried out. “Let’s cum together.”

We did, in an explosion of sexual tension that had been building since our daughters kissed us at the beginning of the evening. Wave after wave crashed through our bodies. Our bodies bucked, we thrust our fingers deep into our pussies and wailed in sexual ecstasy. From the depths of my being, I felt words of love emerging, wailing I cried, “ANGIE I LOVE YOU!!”

Then I collapsed, exhausted, wet with sweat and pussy juice. Candi was staring at me. “I think you woke Angie and Ariel,” she said.

“Sorry,” I whispered.

“No need to be sorry, Jani,” Carol counseled. “You were expressing your feelings. You never need to feel sorry for that.”

Carol rose from her chair, covered Candi and me with a blanket, kissed each of us on the cheek and said, “Sweet dreams, babies. Mommy is going to go now.”

I fell into a deep sleep.

*****

Later, sometime in the middle of the night, I woke with Candi kissing my neck and whispering,  “Wake up darling, Mommy needs you.”

She had the heat. I could tell right away that lust had overpowered her. Seeing Ariel masturbate, then being Candi in front of Carol and me ignited her lust. She was on fire with desire and needed my body to satisfy her. She really needed Ariel, but that was in the future. For now, she would have to rely on me. She forced her lips onto mine, pressed her tongue deep into me, and held my body tight against hers, hoping I could give her want she needed. Her mind was a mix of lust and role play.

“Ariel,” she whispered, as she withdrew her lips from mine, “touch Mommy down here.”

Her hand guided mine between her legs, placing my middle finger just above her clit.

“Be a good girl and rub Mommy right here,” she whispered, while slowly moving my finger in circles around her lips. “Make Mommy feel good, sweet lover.”

My finger moved between her lips, entering her, feeling her heat and wetness. Her pussy was soaked. She moaned when I brushed against her clit. “Oh yesss baby, right there, touch Mommy right there.”

She raised her hips, pressing her clit against my finger. Candi was burning with desire and lust for Ariel. I circled her clit faster, moving my finger up and down, left and right, fueling her animal passion. She grabbed my hand and forced two fingers inside her pussy. “Fuck Mommy, darling. Fuck me with your sweet little fingers,” she cried out, almost screaming.

I was afraid she might wake Ariel and Angie. My fingers pumped her, trying to satisfy her lust and keep her from being any louder.

“Mommy?” I asked, “Do you want my thumb to rub your clit?”

“Oh yes, darling, make me crazy.”

I rubbed her clit and continued to pump her with my fingers. We fell into a rhythm, her body rising to meet my fingers as they entered her, my thumb pressing her now swollen and soaked clit.

Candi grabbed my head and forced me down onto her pussy.

“Lick your lover,” she commanded. “Make love to my clit with your tongue.”

Her body was tense and dripping with sweat. Her pussy oozed with her nectar, soaking my face and hair. I pressed my fingers deeper into her cunt as my tongue drove her clit crazy. She was moaning, crying, then her body went rigid and silent. Every muscle tightened, then, with a wild scream (now I was sure she woke the girls) the orgasm exploded within her. She squirted pee and pussy juice into my mouth and all over my face. The first wave of her orgasm crashed through her body with violent force. Her hands forced my face deeper into her now raging pussy.

“FUCK ME, FUCK ME!” she cried out as the second wave consumed her.

“I love you, Ariel,” she moaned as the third wave took her deeper into her feelings of love and lust.

By now, my face and chest were completely soaked, my hair a sticky mess. Several more waves crashed, before she grabbed my head and pulled my lips up to hers. She kissed me, licked me, and professed her love for Ariel. Her body exhausted, she released me, and fell into silence, lost in the afterglow of her lovemaking to her daughter. I gently held her until she fell asleep, and then her breathing became slow and steady. Just before I fell asleep, I thought I heard giggling and the pitter-patter of little feet.

I wondered, had Ariel and Angie witnessed Candi’s orgasm? Time would tell.

*****

The next morning, I awoke to the sound of Angie saying, “Mommy, we’re hungry.”

I peeked out from under the blanket to see our daughters smiling at us. Candice, I thought, was still asleep until I saw her reach out from under the covers, take Ariel’s hand and say, “Mornin’, lover.”

She was still feeling the afterglow.

“Hungry,” Angie said again.

As I was about to get up and make breakfast, a thought rushed into my mind: I’m still wearing the bra and thong panties. What will the girls think when they see them?

“Starving,” Angie said with urgency.

I had no choice but to get up. Pulling the blanket back, both girls smiled as they saw Candice and me were wearing the same underwear they had worn the night before. Ariel whispered into Angie’s ear, Angie nodded and they both scampered up to Ariel’s bedroom. They returned, wearing their thongs and bralettes. Candi and I both clapped with delight, feeling we were all the same, four girls, no longer mothers and daughters.

I asked, “Who’s going to make breakfast?”

Angie and Ariel looked at me and said, “You.”

Apparently, the four-girl thing did not extend to making breakfast.

“What would you like?” I asked.

“Pancakes.”

The girls set the table, Candi made coffee, and I made a large plate of pancakes. As I was bringing them to the kitchen table, Angie said, “Mom, your pussy is showing.”

I looked down to see that the thong, which was just a little too small, had bunched into my pussy. Feeling shy, I put the plate on the table and started to adjust the panty.

“Don’t,” Ariel said to me. “We’ll do the same so all our pussies are showing.”

They did, even Candi. We were four girls again.

After breakfast, Angie and I sat on the couch. She was on my lap, her back against my chest. She turned toward me and said, “Mom…” There was a pregnant pause after which she spoke the words I longed to hear, “I love you.”

These were not the words of a child speaking to a parent. They were the words of one lover to another. Angie was beginning to fall in love with me. My heart filled with joy as I replied, “I love you too, darling.”

To be continued…

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  • Posted on June 9, 2016 at 6:09 am

This page is the index for a selection of some of our favorite stories found at Lesbian Lolita.
We also have another page for very hot stories originally published at Other Sites.

Please be aware that most of these stories were posted to the Leslita site many years ago. (Original posting dates are shown in parentheses.) The authors may not be readers here, at least not yet. Therefore, comments addressed directly to the authors may or may not be read by them. In any case, enjoy our efforts to highlight the very best of Lesbian Lolita.

Stories sorted By Title
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Amanda and Tara, by Amanda – 5 chapters  (June 2005)
Amanda is startled to find herself falling in love with her ten-year-old niece during a summer visit.

Amber, by Tater Tot – 9 chapters  (June 2015)
When Mom discovers that her daughter is having trouble reaching orgasm while masturbating, she lends a hand.

Amber II, by Tater Tot – 6 chapters  (June 2015)
The story of Amber, her mother, and their life as lesbian lovers continues — this time told from the daughter’s viewpoint.

Amy’s New Friend, by Bad Fred  (October 2009)
Little Amy has no one to play with, until Veronica comes along.

Babysitting Laura, by Jessica Brockham – 4 chapters  (November 2011)
Attracted to the single mother next door,  a young woman soon finds herself having similar feelings for her neighbor’s eleven-year-old daughter.

Back to Front, by Joanne  (November 2010)
Indulging in memories of private intimacies with her daughter as a child… now dreaming of exploring those same pleasures with her granddaughter.

Barbie Has Her Way, by Barbie Doll – 2 parts. (August 2006)
Twelve-year-old Barbie has a serious craving for older women. This is the story of how she picks up a divorced mother in a shopping mall, and what happens afterward.

A Beautiful Day, by Cassandra Blue  (May 2009)
An 11-year-old girl fakes being sick so she can stay from school and spend time with someone special.

Blue Christmas, by Rebecka  (January 2010)
The story of an off-and-on lesbian courtship, lasting from childhood until a very special Christmas.

Brenda and the Barrel Racers, by handheld  (July 2010)
A teen cowgirl helps eleven-year-old Brenda have her first lesbian experience.

Broken Monster, by Nuit du Loup – 12 chapters  (November 2009)
A girl of twelve becomes a lesbian vampire, and discovers a thirst for more than just blood.

Cinderella, by MargaretSexyMum  (October 2013)
The familiar fairy tale told with an intriguing twist.

Companion Hotel, Room 319, by A Minor Paragon – 2 parts  (September 2016)
A mother and her little girl visit a hotel that caters to an altogether different sort of patron.

Crush, by Louisa May – 4 chapters  (January 2005)
Nora is shocked and incredibly aroused to learn that a young girl of twelve is nursing a secret passion for her.

Daughter’s Best Friend, by Connie Lingus – 5 chapters  (January 2010)
She’d never thought of having sex with women, let alone a young girl. But then her daughter’s friend dropped by.

Didi’s Epiphany, by Louisa May – 3 parts.
Valerie’s plans for her daughter Didi’s twelfth birthday celebration go awry when the power goes out, but an improvised game of Truth or Dare by candlelight takes their evening in an unexpected and very exciting direction.

Don’t Ask Me What Happened, by Sheilamuffin (July 2009)
What’s a mother to do when she awakens in the middle of the night, only to find that her naked eight-year-old daughter is kneeling over her face?

The Dress Shop, by Marie LeClaire  (August 2008)
A lonely lesbian gets an unexpected treat when a mother and daughter visit her dress store around closing time, looking for something “sexy” for the girl.

Driftwood, by Eva  (December 2007)
Taking a walk along the beach results in an unexpected, life-changing discovery.

Earth Mother, by Pretty Pink Taco – (June 2015)
A free-spirited woman elects to lead a private life with her adorable baby girl.

Emily, by Amanda (September 2005)
A girl of ten is fascinated by her big sister’s best friend Emily. One day she discovers that Emily has a certain interest in her as well.

Explanations for a Little Girl, by Vickylez – 2 parts  (November 2010)
A curious ten-year-old learns all about love from her aunt.

First Light of Day, by Cassandra Blue  (November 2006)
A woman on the run returns to a home where she is no longer welcome — to steal a furtive moment of love with her 11-year-old niece.

Flutterby, by Eva
While at an amusement park and waiting while her family has fun in a haunted house, Cathy meets a little girl named Nadia, who doesn’t like scary things either. Cathy ends up volunteering to look after the girl, so her family can also go on the ride. As Cathy gets to know Nadia, she learns that this child of ten knows some very interesting ways to have fun.

Friday Night at the Club, by Gladys Stoatpamphlet  (August 2008)
Jade loves to bring her little girl to the strip club where she works… especially into the rooms where men aren’t allowed.

Getting to Know the Girl Next Door, by Shyla Tease  (Janruary 2011)
When an underage girl begins to pleasure herself in a bedroom across the street from where Jenna lives, the older woman falls headlong into the thrilling, kinky delights of spying. What happens when Jenna gets the chance for something more with her neighbor?

Health Spa, by Sindy070  (July 2011)
Raised as a naturist by her lesbian mother, eleven-year-old Cindy gets a sweet surprise when Mum takes her to a nudist spa, a special place where women and girls can explore love together.

Healing the Hurt, by Eva  (September 2012)
When a little girl slips and falls, in a way her teacher does too.

The Hire, by Alice  (May 2006)
When a little girl of ten knocks on the door of professional dominatrix Miss Catherine, she’s not there to sell the woman cookies.

A Holiday Affair, by Androgyne – 2 parts  (July 2009)
When Lesley sits next to a precocious young nymph on an airplane, it’s the beginning of an astonishing sexual journey.

Home for the Holidays, by Pretty Pink Taco – 2 parts
A confident and beautiful daughter returns home for Christmas to her father, and mother, who is also her lover.

Honey Loves – Confessions of an Incestuous Mother, by eloquent delinquent – 7 chapters  (January 2015)
Allison and her six-year-old daughter turn a trip to the market into something very special.

How My Daughter Converted Me, by Amanda  (September 2006)
A single mother is shocked to discover that her twelve-year-old daughter desires a greater, more intimate closeness than most parents share with their children.

I Couldn’t Stop, by Pretty Pink Taco – 2 parts  (May 2015)
A young lifeguard, coming to terms with an unexplored attraction to other girls, becomes increasingly fascinated by a certain eight-year-old cutie who hangs around the pool.

I Want My Daughter to Be Gay, by Tony Williams  (January 2014)
A woman enlists the aid of the lesbian gym teacher to instruct her daughter in the ways of love.

Indian Summer, by Amanda  (June 2005)
Sometimes birthday wishes do come true.

Is This About Sex, Mom?, by Thom  (May 2006)
A frank conversation about sex between mother and daughter takes a very unusual, very thrilling turn.

Jane and Nicole, by Kathy-Anne Niemann  (January 2008)
The story of a married woman seduced by a teenage babysitter.

Julie’s Burning Temptation, by Cassandra Blue  (February 2005)
Julie has never experienced any kind of attraction to an underage girl before. Now, she can’t help but be drawn to eleven-year-old Amanda.

Kara’s Loving Family, by Jen L. Lee  (September 2011)
A young mother begins a tradition of intimate love among the women of her family.

Kerb Crawl, by Androgyne
A middle-aged lesbian has an obsession with driving around the streets of her town, looking for young girls to pick up. This particular night promises to be especially thrilling.

Kimmy and Samantha, by Jeneee – 8 chapters  (April 2007) – (see Chapter Links for descriptions)
The adventures of two young sisters with an appetite for lesbian sex, and the interesting ways they find it.

Kirsten’s First Experience, by Muffi – 2 parts  (February 2010)
Teenage lesbian Jess is thrilled to learn that nine-year-old neighbor girl Kirsten, who Jess regularly looks after as a favor for the girl’s mother, has a big crush on her.

The Larsson Treatment, by Nellie of Sweden  (February 2010)
A meeting of like minds aboard a Scandinavian ferryboat.

Learning Phase, by Nuit du Loup – 14 chapters – (see Chapter Links for descriptions)
Isana, a skilled practitioner of sorcery who is partially woman, partially cat, and completely lesbian, gets an important assignment: to train three young girls in the rudiments of her craft. In the process, she and her students will achieve a very special closeness.

Led Into Shadow, by Jen – 5 chapters  (August 2010)
Young Genevieve discovers that her new stepmother is a denizen of the dark side and soon comes to yearn for her power — and her body.

Lily Robin, by Louisa May – 6 chapters  (May 2011)
A teenager has no desire to babysit the neighbor’s little girl, until she discovers the lovely desires this child can arouse.

Little Aphrodite, by Toy Boy  (August 2010)
Queen Goddess Hera shares pleasure for the first time with seven-year-old Aphrodite, who is eager to know what it truly means to be the Goddess of Love.

A Little Grey Mouse, by Nellie of Sweden – 2 parts  (February 2010)
An adolescent lesbian playing fun games with a five-year-old girl.

Losing My Love, by Tanya Writer  (August 2013)
A young girl finds the joy of girl-girl love, only to find it torn apart from her.

Lost But Not Forgotten, by Cassandra Blue  (July 2011)
Poetic impressions of young love.

Love is in the Rain, by a2b  (July 2008)
After a day at the pool, ten-year-olds Sarah and Summer get caught in the rain.

Love Lessons for Lisa, by Samantha Luvsya – 2 parts  (April 2011)
An unexpected babysitting assignment results in a wonderful weekend of discovery.

A Love Letter to My Daughter, by hornykate
A mother composes a letter to her daughter that she may never see or read, a letter revealing her most intimate feelings.

Loving My Lori, by Lori’s Mommy – 2 parts  (October 2009)
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The Mark of a Good Babysitter, by Honey West  (March 2006)
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The woman is now involved with a second teenage girl as well. But that’s not the end.

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A pair of fourteen-year-old lesbian lovers — one of them her own daughter — and a still younger girl enters the picture.

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Melinda, My Love, by Kathy-Anne Niemann  (January 2008)
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A Mirror Darkly, by Galatea – 2 parts  (September 2005)
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Missy’s Games, by Moonglow
Missy, her big sister Chelsea and her mommy Shawna are incestuous lovers, with a special emphasis on anal play. Their Friday night gets even wilder when they entice a pizza delivery girl into their lewd antics.

A Model Companion, by Louisa May – 2 parts so far
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Model Daughter, by Sindy070
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A mother finds herself falling in love with her underage daughter, and is surprised to learn that little Thea harbors some very special feelings of her own for Mommy.

More Than Just Friends, by Jeneee – 24 chapters  (April 2007)
A lesbian mother discovers whole new ways to experience love when her adventurous little girl begins to explore sex with a shy schoolmate.

Mother and Daughter, by hornykate  (July 2012)
Finding pleasure in her little girl’s dirty underwear.

My Angel Mistress, by Rainbow Brite – 2 parts  (March 2010)
One mother’s experiences as the pregnant, submissive sex toy of her strong-willed twelve-year-old daughter.

My Concubine and I, by LesLuv – 2 parts  (January 2011)
It all begins when teen lesbian Lisa spies a beautiful little girl in a cafe who likes to flash her panties.

My First and Second Crush, by Thom  (June 2007)
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How a married mom came to have a very close relationship with her two young daughters.

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My Midnight Angel, by MsBev – (December 2005)
While tucked up and cozy in her warm bed, a young single mother gets an unexpected, but quite pleasurable late-night visit from her little girl.

My Niece Janelle, by Muffi – 10 chapters  (February 2010)
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Eight-year-old Nellie’s sexual awakening with her fifteen-year-old cousin Erica.

My Summer with Erin, by Michelle – 5 chapters  (July 2007)
The story of a young single woman discovering her true nature, and her special relationship with a little girl named Erin.

New Neighbors, by Donna and Thom – 5 chapters  (November 2005)
Two women become acquainted, become attracted, become involved, and more.

Nickel and Dime, by Tony Williams  (November 2005)
A evening in the life of a lesbian babysitter, spent with two of her favorite young girls. What delightful games will they play while Mommy is out?

Nina’s True Self Discovered, by Emma Star – 4 chapters  (October 2005)
A teenage girl learns that her mother has been living a secret life.

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When Ana decides that she wants her daughters to share a nudist lifestyle with her, it brings this little family closer in a way that the young mother could never have imagined.

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The shy new girl at school receives an offer to join a very exclusive club — but first must take an initiation challenge.

A Package Deal, by Jeneee – 2 parts  (January 2010)
A skating accident is the start of something magical between two women and a little girl.

The Perfect Job, by Honey West  (February 2005)
House-sitting and taking care of two sexy young girls.

Picture This, by Jeneee – 10 chapters  (May 2010) – (see Chapter Links for descriptions)
A woman observes a young mother and her little girl shopping for lingerie, which leads to some unexpected excitement.

Pretty Little Waif, by Puella Amante – 3 parts  (August 2007)
The year is 1943. With her husband away at war, Evelyn Johnson is trying to earn a few extra dollars as a sales lady at the local Woolworths. Then one day, a 9-year-old girl steps into her changing room to try on a dress…

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When a grown woman meets a ten-year-old girl, the fireworks begin.

Remembering Mom, by Karyn O  (August 2010)
Looking back to the time when she was a girl… how things began and then progressed.

Report of the “Leslita” Project, by HardJulia  (August 2013)
A [fictional] study of sexual attraction and sexual relationships between women and preteen girls.

Sam Was Her Name, by Young Flower  (January 2005)
A forlorn young girl makes a new friend — and suddenly things seem much brighter.

Santa’s Coming, by Eva  (December 2013)
A dissatisfied wife and her little girl get a surprise gift that makes their Christmas extra special!

Save Room for Dessert, by JeffB  (November 2007)
A lesbian who loves underage girls is introduced to a secret club where she can finally realize her obsession.

School Memories, by Passing Cloud – 6 chapters  (November 2012)
Looking back at the fun and exciting ways that young girls can learn about sex from one another.

Seducing Anne, by Bad Fred  (December 2009)
Katey and Hailey agree on a contest: which of them can entice the new girl Anne into bed first? It’s a friendly rivalry that quickly gets complicated.

The Seduction of May, by hornykate  (August 2013)
After a mother witnesses a young neighbor girl bullying another, she confronts the girl – with unexpected results.

A Sex Offender, My Daughter, and Me, by Tony Williams  (February 2014)
Leslie is a registered sex offender who did time for her relationship with a girl of eleven. Now she is out and needs somewhere to live — luckily for her, Toni has the perfect living arrangement for a lesbian with an appetite for young stuff.

Sharon and the Blizzard, by Single Mom  (December 2007)
When a sixth-grade teacher and one of her students get trapped on the road during a heavy snowstorm, they find some very interesting ways to keep warm.

She Knows, by My Girls  (June 2008)
A still-in-the-closet middle-aged lesbian, and a very special nine-year-old girl.

She’s Just a Child, by Amanda – 3 parts  (June 2005)
A young girl is introduced to lesbian love by her next door neighbor.

A Small Flirt, by Thom  (July 2006)
Special experiences with a very special little girl.

Snow Angels, by Rebecka – 3 parts  (January 2010)
Trapped overnight on a school bus, Ellen and Agnes stay warm during a snowstorm by snuggling close together.

Snowflake, Icicle, and the Witches, by Gladys Stoatpamphlet  (November 2008)
Fairies, nymphs, and witches need love too — not to mention hot nasty lesbian sex!

Stagestruck, by Louisa May – 4 chapters  (January 2005)
A professional actress finds herself smitten by an eleven-year-old girl, and is unable to resist the temptation.

Starlight Lover, by Amanda – 2 parts  (September 2006)
The story of a young stowaway on a starship, and her budding relationship with the captain of the vessel.

Streetwise, by Androgyne – 3 parts  (March 2009)
Twelve-year-old Kyra reminisces about her introduction to lesbian sex, and the lusty shenanigans that followed.

Summer Lifeguard, by Tanya Writer  (May 2013)
Working at a swimming pool is a great way for a curious lifeguard to explore sex with other girls.

Summer Love, by callmeQ67 – 7 chapters so far, more coming soon!  (April 2009)
Two rich suburban lesbians have fun seducing local teenagers. They enjoy being rivals, and 13-year-old Courtney is the latest prize to be won.

Sunshine Secrets, by Eloquent Delinquent  (September 2015)
Julianne passes the time of day with her daughter Claire and Claire’s friend Mandy outdoors, in a tranquil clearing. Clothing is optional.

Taking Laura Home, by hornykate – 4 chapters  (August 2012)
Giving a lift home to her young daughter’s best friend becomes… complicated.

The Temptation of Julie, by Alice Gee – 3 parts  (July 2008)
Feeling an intense lesbian lust for her daughter’s little friend, Julie finally decides to do something about it.

The Temptation of Tanya, by StarSapphire – 5 chapters.  (April 2005)
Carla is shocked to realize that she has a massive crush on eleven-year-old Tanya, the daughter of her new neighbor Leanne. Meanwhile, Tanya is developing certain desires of her own that she wants to explore…

Trapped, by A.P. Gilmore  (Lesbian Lolita March 2008)
Stuck in an elevator in the aftermath of an earthquake, a mother and her teen daughter share secrets… then end up sharing much more.

The Trouble with Mom, by Rebecka  (December 2009)
Two young sisters are discovered by their mother while having sex with each other.

Two Little Girls and Their Gym Teacher, by Misty Meadow – 2 parts  (November 2016)
Mom finds that her daughter has some interesting school friends, along with a very interesting gymnastics coach.

The Unmapped Path, by mom.anne – 4 chapters  (December 2012)
After accidentally witnessing two little girls making love, a single mother begins to think of her daughters in a whole new way.

Upside Down, by Tony Williams  (July 2015)
At a private school for girls, not-so-innocent playground games lead to sexy fun.

Vice is Nice But…  by StarSapphire – 2 parts  (June 2008)
Thirteen-year-old Tracy has a passionate crush on Marie, the lady next door. Meanwhile, Marie is noticing how incredibly cute Tracy is. And Tracy’s lesbian mom Shirley has her own agenda.

A Walk in the Woods, by Thom  (October 2005)
A chance encounter leads to a very special discovery.

A Warm Place, by Cassandra Blue – 3 parts  (March 2005)
After driving driving off the road in a storm, a woman finds herself being seduced by a sexy fourteen-year-old girl.

Webs of Passion, by StarSapphire – 2 parts  (April 2005)
Wrestling with a secret desire to experience love with her 12-year-old daughter, Judy discovers that the child has some deep-seated longings of her own.

The Wedding, by April  (October 2005)
A woman is privately joined in matrimony with her true love: her nine-year-old daughter.

Wet Kisses, by Eva  (January 2008)
A woman by the poolside, a beautiful little girl, and a great deal of moisture.

While the Mouse Was Away the Cat Did Play, by hornykate – 4 chapters  (July 2012)
Daughter’s friend comes calling, and finds the mother alone.

Winter Break, by Amanda  (September 2005)
Struggling with guilt as a remnant of her religious upbringing, 11-year-old Alex gets love and wisdom from her mother. Especially love.

Works of Art, by Misty Meadow  (January 2017)
A mother and her daughter scheme to promote the sexuality of underage girls — and gratify adults who love them — on the walls of art galleries.

X-Rated, by SarahJ  October 2011)
A lesbian on the prowl gets lucky when she encounters a curious ten-year-old in a neighborhood cinema.

I Was the Daughter of a Porn Star, Chapter 30

  • Posted on June 8, 2016 at 3:47 pm

Marie’s Challenge and Confession

By Cheryl Taggert 

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

The next day at school, Thursday, I saw Clare. She glanced my way and walked past me without saying a word. The glance was anything but friendly, but I was fine with that. Jenna had spoken to Carmen the night before. They were still friends, and that was all that mattered to me.

I had no idea what Gwen had said to her niece after they left our house. I knew it excited our private investigator that her nieces had sex with each other, but given what had happened the afternoon before, I didn’t know what Gwen would try with Clare if ever given the chance. I actually hoped they would get together. At least something positive would come out of all this mess Clare had started.

Then I remembered. Something positive had already happened as a result of Clare’s decision to blackmail me into being her sex slave. I had gotten to know my classmate Marie better. Actually, a LOT better. We had ended up masturbating in the girls’ restroom together, and she was spending the night with me the next night, Friday. She would be coming home after school with me.

We both knew exactly what we planned to do together. Well, maybe not exactly since I didn’t know if she would be okay with doing more than touching ourselves and coming. We had already masturbated together, and our conversation when I had asked her to spend the night led me to believe she was up for more, perhaps a lot more. Still, I knew that at the very least, we would be masturbating in my bed the next night.

I had asked her on Monday evening to spend the night, and we’d spoken a lot since then, but we hadn’t done more with each other sexually, though it had been a frequent topic of our conversations.

She usually got dropped off just before the first bell, so we didn’t have a chance to talk much before school. Most of our conversations had happened between classes and when we could manage to chat briefly in our math class that we shared, but that didn’t happen often. Math was one of those classes I couldn’t stop paying attention in or I would fall behind quickly.

As I said, though, she usually got dropped off late, so I was surprised when I saw her walking up to me, a big smile on her face. She was wearing a denim skirt and a Mickey Mouse T-shirt that had a picture of Mickey stepping toward the person looking at the shirt, so his foot seemed large because of the perspective. It said, “Putting My Best Foot Forward” on the front. Later, when I saw the back of the shirt, it said “And Leaving You Behind.” I told Marie I thought it was cute.

We had been chatting and walking around the area outside the entry when I made that comment about her shirt. She turned to face me, leered at me a bit, and said, “That’s not all that’s cute.”

I knew she had something going on, but I wasn’t sure what. “Whatcha mean?” I asked.

She looked around and, taking my arm, she pulled me over to this planter with little shrubs growing in it. Sometimes students would sit on the edge of the planter, which was made of bricks, and chat. She sat down on the brick wall and said, “Stand in front of me.” Suddenly, I knew what was going on.

She tried to tug her skirt up, but was having some trouble since she was sitting on the bricks. She sort of stood up a bit, hoisted her skirt while looking all around to make sure nobody could see, and showed me her pussy.

She was not wearing panties.

“I had to put a tampon in to absorb all the goo that was leaking out of me,” she said, giggling. “I shoulda done this years ago. It feels so sexy. Liberating, actually.”

What she didn’t know was how much my mouth watered seeing her like that. For one thing, she was now completely bare. She had had pubic hair before, but now she was as bald as I was. She had shaved.

I was actually very surprised she had done that. She had mentioned yesterday she was afraid to for fear of cutting herself. Yet, here she was, as bare of hair as Jenna was.

“You got up the nerve to shave?” I asked, curious about how she’d managed to talk herself into doing it.

“I’ll tell you about it sometime,” she said. “I have to say, though, it turned out to be a lot of fun.” She grinned at me, knowing I would get the full meaning of her words.

“Doing the lips is the hardest part,” I said. “It’s kinda hard to see yourself down there without a mirror, and that reverses everything, so you gotta be careful.”

“Yeah, well, like I said, I’ll tell you about it sometime.”

“Tomorrow night?”

She looked kind of strange then, and it puzzled me, especially when she said, “Eventually.”

She got up from the planter and we walked around some more. Then she said, “So, are you gonna join me or what?”

“Join you?”

“Yeah, you know. Going without panties.” I looked at her and she smiled. “And I have an idea.”

“What?” I asked.

“Be watching the clock today. At exactly 1:15, ask to go to the bathroom. That’s fifteen minutes before class ends, and teachers usually got us doing some kinda paper and pencil work by then.”

I grinned at her and she grinned back at me. This was during my English class, and I knew exactly what she had in mind. She wanted to meet up in the same bathroom and masturbate again.

“I’ll do my best,” I said. “Same restroom?”

“Of course,” she said.

At that moment the bell rang, and we entered the building.

“So, you gonna strip ’em off, or do I have to attack you and remove ’em myself?” she asked, meaning my panties, of course.

“As tempting as it is to have you take them off, I’ll do it myself,” I answered, grinning and giggling at our plan to go the entire day without panties. “Fortunately, I have a tampon in my purse.”

We entered the first girls’ restroom we came to and I went into a stall. Marie waited outside the stall, but she was watching my feet under the opening in the bottom of the door to see me peel them off. “Mmm. Virginal white cotton panties. My favorite,” she said when she saw them slipping off over my shoes. I placed my purse on the floor and took out a tampon and unwrapped it, all where she could see.

“Wanna put it in me?” I dared to ask her.

“I would, but someone could come in and notice or something. Not good,” she said, but I was encouraged by the fact she hadn’t said ‘no.’

We saw each other in math class, of course, and I managed to flash her. She sat in the next row and a seat ahead of mine, so flashing me from there was not possible without her turning around and letting everyone on my row behind me see what she was doing, so I cleared my throat at one point and went to sharpen my pencil. When I was coming back to my seat, she managed to give me a quick flash, a big smile on her face.

Later when I was in English, I was watching the clock. At exactly 1:15 I raised my hand and asked Ms. Patterson if I could go to the restroom. She said yes, and I was on my way to another wonderful session of mutual masturbation with Marie.

As I entered the bathroom, she was standing at one of the sinks, looking at the mirror and waiting for my arrival.

She put her finger to her lips in a ‘shhh’ gesture and crooked her finger at me, indicating I should follow her.

She entered a stall and then climbed up to stand on the seat. Raising her skirt, she displayed her bare pubes to my gaze. With a quick nod, she indicated I should enter the same stall, lock the cubicle’s door, and sit down on the toilet seat.

It would appear that only one person was in the stall. All we had to do was make sure we were alone in the restroom before opening the door. In three seconds, we would be outside the stall, and anyone entering would be oblivious to what had gone on moments before.

It was sheer genius.

Hiking up my skirt, I sat down, making sure my pussy was in easy view from above. I pulled the tampon out to allow my juices to flow freely and make it easier to rub myself and get off. Marie did the same, actually handing it to me to drop into the toilet. By looking straight up, I could see Marie’s pussy just inches above my face. I wondered if I could get through this without stretching my neck to lick her pussy. Then I wondered if she would even mind if I did that. I sort of doubted it, but I still wasn’t sure, so I didn’t. It wasn’t easy to refrain from doing it, though.

We masturbated and came. My eyes were glued to Marie’s pussy when she climaxed, and she would have had to close her eyes not to see mine when I reached my orgasm.

The entire time we were masturbating, nobody came into the girls’ restroom, but the moment we had finished and were about to leave the stall, someone walked into the bathroom and headed for the stall next to ours. We had to sit there while the girl peed, wiped herself, and left the stall, washing her hands on the way out. The entire process took about three minutes at least. I was starting to get antsy about returning to class. Sometimes teachers would come check on you if you took too long.

And sure enough, that’s exactly what happened. And Ms. Patterson’s timing was awful, at least for us. For her as a teacher, it was perfect.

The second we opened the stall door and were leaving the stall, the door opened, and Ms. Patterson’s face was in the room. She saw us, and what she was seeing registered immediately. She knew we had been together in the stall.

Without a word, we moved to the sinks. Looking at my face, I could see that I was flushed and sweaty from having just climaxed a few minutes ago. It was as if MASTURBATOR was written across my forehead or something.

Ms. Patterson entered the bathroom and said, “Are you okay, Cheryl?”

Turning from the sinks without washing my hands, I looked at her, knowing I looked as guilty as sin, and said, “Yeah.”

“What about you?” she asked Marie. Marie had someone else for English, so Ms. Patterson didn’t know her name.

“Fine,” said Marie. Like me, she looked as if she’d just had sex, and she still had not washed her hands.

“Girls, what’s going on? It’s obvious you two were in the same stall.”

“Nothing,” I said.

“Nothing, what?” she asked.

“Nothing’s going on,” I replied.

“Were you two doing drugs? Snorting, maybe?”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Drugs? Me? I was so far from the drug scene, some kids thought I was a narc or something.

The shocked look must have said more than my denials ever could, but I denied it anyway.

“No, Ma’am. I don’t do drugs!” I said.

Then Ms. Patterson looked at Marie.

“Me either,” Marie said. I looked at her and could see the same disbelief that she was being accused of this. She was probably as clean as I was when it came to drugs, and it was evident on her face, as I’m sure it was on mine.

“Then what were you two doing in the same stall? It’s kind of hard to use it at the same time. Boys might be able to, but girls have to sit no matter what they’re business is.”

“We were just talking,” I said. “You know. I peed while we talked, then she peed and we talked. We’re friends.”

“Then why did you look so guilty when I stuck my face in here and saw you?”

Marie and I looked at each other. I was so nervous my mind was a complete blank. Then Ms. Patterson stepped closer. She stood there, her hands on her hips. She was usually a nice lady, even younger than my mom was, and I liked her class.

“Besides,” she said. “You’d been gone a lot longer than it took for two girls to pee.”

“We…talked a lot?” I said, making it sound more like a question without meaning to. It sounded like the lie it was.

Then I noticed Ms. Patterson was getting this look on her face. Her brow furrowed, and she sniffed. Shit! She could smell it on us. We weren’t even wearing panties to conceal the fragrance our pussies made.

Then she looked at my hand. We hadn’t had a chance to wash our hands, and our juices were covering our fingers. We were caught, red-handed in fact, or wet-handed.

Ms. Patterson looked at us and she got this sort of sad look on her face and said, “Oh, God.” I could tell she didn’t want to catch us for that. Taking my hand, she raised it to her nose and sniffed. Usually, something like that would make me horny, but it just scared me this time. She said, “Wash up.” When we had done that, she said, “Come on,” and we followed her out of the bathroom and down the hall towards the front office. We passed Ms. Grey, who was apparently Marie’s teacher that period.

Ms. Patterson stopped to talk to Ms. Grey for a moment, but neither Marie nor I could hear what they said. It didn’t seem Ms. Patterson told because Ms. Grey didn’t look shocked or anything.

We continued down the hallway and Ms. Patterson ushered us into the office. She indicated we should sit down across the room from each other and say nothing. Then she asked to see Mr. Spivey, the principal.

A few moments later, we were ushered into his office. Ms. Patterson remained there, thank goodness. I don’t think I could have discussed anything like this with a man if a woman weren’t there. Marie and I hadn’t spoken to each other since leaving the bathroom.

“Ms. Patterson tells me you two have gotten rather intimate with each other in the bathroom,” he said.

I started to deny it, but Ms. Patterson spoke up.

“Girls, I’m a woman, and I know that wasn’t soap on your hands. Were you two touching each other or just yourselves?”

I looked at the floor and confessed. “Just ourselves.”

“Why were you two together in the stall?” Mr. Spivey asked, apparently having been told everything.

“We were…well…watching each other do it,” Marie said.

Ms. Patterson said, “Girls, if this were to get out, the kids would be extremely cruel to you. They’d call you ugly names and you’d not have many friends.”

I glanced at Mr. Spivey, and I could see he was getting lots of fun out of this. I wondered if he had a hard-on while he imagined what we’d been doing.

Ms. Patterson realized maybe we would talk more freely without him there, so she turned to Mr. Spivey and said, “Mr. Spivey, could I have a moment alone with them?” I could see Mr. Spivey didn’t want to do that. I realized he didn’t want to get up from his desk and show the world his erection that was probably tenting his pants right at that moment.

Mr. Spivey cleared his throat and said, “Well, to be honest, I have a lot of work I was doing prior to this incident. Would you like to go into the conference room and talk to them?”

Yep. Horny old bastard. I guess I couldn’t blame him, though. In his place I would probably get turned on too.

I think Ms. Patterson recognized what was happening. She gave a sort of shocked “Oh” and escorted us out of his office and into the conference room across the narrow hall from Mr. Spivey’s office.

I looked at Ms. Patterson as she closed his door, and she was turning red from embarrassment. She obviously hadn’t expected that to happen. It was odd how I seemed to be the more worldly of the two of us. I had expected it; she was surprised.

We entered the room and sat down, Ms. Patterson at the head of the table, and Marie and I sitting across from each other and next to her.

I could see she was uncomfortable, but it was also clear she wanted to help us stay out of trouble if at all possible.

“Girls, I understand how these things can happen,” she began. “Girls your age can be very curious about things. Your bodies are changing and all these feelings just sort of flood your body, and sometimes you aren’t sure what to do about it.” She paused before continuing. “But doing what you did, masturbating together in the girls’ restroom, is not a good idea.”

I started to speak, but she stopped me. “Let me continue. If anyone were to find out what you two were doing, you’d be branded for as long as these other kids know you. They’d call you lezzies and dykes and all manner of hurtful things.” Again she paused. This time I waited for her to finish what she had to say. “If you do grow up and you find you are lesbians, that’s fine, but you shouldn’t take the chance of being caught doing things like this at school.” She cleared her throat. “Unfortunately, I will have to call your mothers and let them know what happened. I have already talked with Mr. Spivey about this before you came back to his office, and he’s willing to allow your parents to handle the punishment.”

Well, I didn’t know about Marie, but this was great news, of course, for me. Mom would just tell me not to do that at school anymore since I could do it at home all I wanted, which would be no problem. I wasn’t sure, though, about Marie. Would she be allowed to be my friend anymore? That bothered me a lot. I could see her not being allowed to spend the night tomorrow.

When I looked at Marie, she looked very serious, but not scared. That was a good sign.

Then Marie spoke up. “Ms. Patterson, my mom’s out of town. She won’t be back until next week.”

“Who’s looking after you while she’s gone?” Ms. Patterson asked.

“My sister.”

“How old is she?”

“She’s twenty. She goes to UCLA.”

“Okay, then. I’ll call and speak with her about this. You two wait here.” She stood up and left the conference room, leaving the door open a bit on her way out, supposedly to use the phone. I actually began to wonder what my classmates were doing without a teacher when the bell rang to end the period.

Marie looked at me and grinned. “That’s great!” she said.

“What is?”

She gave me this “duh” look. “My sister knows I masturbate all the time. I told you. Will your mom care? I mean she’s like a porn actress, right?”

Apparently, Marie knew who my mom was.

“She won’t care at all. She’ll just tell me not to do it at school anymore.” I changed the subject, sort of. “Will you still be able to spend the night? My mom won’t mind if she knows we were doing it like that together. What about your sister?”

Marie looked at me and was about to say something, but she paused when Mr. Spivey came out of his office. He looked at us and moved down the hall towards the main area.

“So?” I asked. “Do you think she’ll still let you spend the night after we were, like, so close to doing lesbian stuff?”

“If I tell you something, you have to promise never to ever tell a living soul.” I nodded. Was I about to hear something about her sister? I had been curious about Marie’s relationship with her since our first phone conversation on Monday.

“Who do you think shaved me?”

My mouth may have dropped open. I don’t know. But this said a lot. This said that an intimate relationship with her sister Sara was almost a certainty. I pictured Marie’s hairless pubes and thought about her older sister being the one touching her pussy while shaving her. My mom shaved me, and I know how intimate that touch is. More often than not, my mom ended up doing something sexual with me when she shaved or waxed my mound.

Marie was grinning from ear to ear. She could tell she had shocked me.

I leaned across the table to ask her a question that I felt I knew the answer to but was going to ask anyway.

“So she won’t mind if we’re, you know — fooling around — when you spend the night?”

“Are you kidding? She’s jealous.”

Okay. I had to ask the natural follow-up question.

“Do you two ever…do anything together?”

“You won’t tell?” I shook my head in a definite no. “And you won’t think I’m some kinda pervy nut?” Again, the head shake — no. “Since I was five,” she said and smiled at me.

“You and your sister have been doing stuff… sexual stuff… since you were five?”

“Uh-huh.”

“She would have been –“

“Twelve,” she interrupted me from doing the math myself.

“What about your other sister? Does she do stuff with you, too?”

She grinned again. “All the time.”

“What all do you do?”

“Pretty well everything that two girls can do with each other,” she said. “In fact, in the bathroom today, I was kinda hoping you would, you know, lick me when you looked up at me.”

“Believe me, it crossed my mind. More than once.”

At that moment, we heard footsteps and we sat back as if we’d not said anything to each other at all. Ms. Patterson stepped in.

“I’ve spoken to your mom, Cheryl. She assures me she will deal with you when you get home.” She turned to Marie. “Unfortunately, I couldn’t get ahold of your sister, but I have your home number. I’m going to call this evening and speak to her. It might go better for you if you tell her first,” she said.

I smiled at that. I was fairly certain that if Marie told her kinky sister what had happened, it would definitely be good for Marie. I even wished I could be there.

Ms. Patterson gave us admit slips to our next classes with instructions not to go to the restroom on our way. She did this with a chuckle, and both Marie and I grinned at her joke as well. I was happy she could make a joke about this. I even wondered if Ms. Patterson had ever done anything with one of her friends when she was our age. Maybe that’s why she was so understanding about it.

Then, being the cheeky girl I was, I decided to ask her.

“Ms. Patterson, did you ever do anything with a friend when you were our age? Is that why you understand?”

She looked down at me and blushed, saying, “That’s none of your business.” She was serious, but I had my answer anyway. She had. Otherwise, she would have said no. I smiled back with a knowing look on my face. She blushed again and told us to get to class.

When I got home, nothing happened, of course, other than Mom being upset she’d gotten a call from the school in the first place. If it had been anything else, like not doing homework, she would have been very pissed off. As it was, though, she said to be more careful.

The next day, I asked Marie what her sister had said, and she told me Sara had told her not to get caught anymore was all. Then she told me Ms. Patterson had called, and she and Marie’s sister Sara had chatted for quite a while. “I think Ms. Patterson was flirting with her, in fact,” Marie said. I hoped so. Ms. Patterson was pretty and if Sara ended up in bed with her, we’d hear all the details, I was sure. At least Marie would, and that meant I would too.

I found myself unable to sleep that night I was so excited for Friday night to get here.

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The Joy of Looking, Chapter 130

  • Posted on June 7, 2016 at 3:56 pm

By Naughty Mommy

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“Aren’t they pretty?” Mommy asked. The other three women murmured their assent.

“Just look at them, how beautiful they are,” said my mom. “The most lovely sight in the world, I think, is a naked little girl with her legs spread wide — especially when it’s your own daughter,” she added with a chuckle. Again the other moms nodded and smiled.

Although they were grinning, Lauren and Kelsey both seemed a bit nervous to me. That wasn’t surprising, since they were kneeling in front of their daughters, Lindsey and Hannah, while staring at their vulvas. I knew they had kissed the girls, I’d seen them do that, and they’d masturbated with them too, earlier that evening. But I also knew they’d never really had sex with them, never licked their pussies or anything like that. Now it appeared this might be about to change. Were they ready for it?

On the other side of Lauren was Dana, gazing in at Chelsea’s crotch. Dana didn’t seem uneasy at all, and why should she? She’d been having sex with her little girl for several months now, and both enjoyed it very much.

Next to Kelsey was my mother, and of course she was the least fazed of any of the four women. This was her idea, after all. She’d arranged the moms that way, and was clearly preparing Kelsey and Lauren to take the next step, to commit lesbian incest with their daughters. My mom really wanted to see that, and so did I!

“Mmmm, just look at them,” Mommy repeated, as she leaned in close to my crotch. She inhaled deeply through her nose, taking in my scent. Without being told to, the other three did the same, following her lead.

Next my mother blew lightly on my pussy. She knew how much I loved that. Her warm breath made me tingle all over. My clit was throbbing. I couldn’t wait to have her lick me!

She made me wait, though. With her hands on my bare legs, gently stroking the inside of my thighs, Mommy leaned back a bit, gazing at me and smiling.

“Sometimes I just like to look at her,” she told the others. “At all three of my girls, in fact. There are times, as they’ll tell you, when I’ll lay them down in my bed and just look at them, for the longest time. They’ll grow up, you know, much too soon, and then we won’t have these beautiful young girls to enjoy any more. We’ll have to wait for our granddaughters to come along.”

That brought some chuckles from the other moms. “Thinking about a grandkid already, are you?” Kelsey grinned.

“Sure, why not?” Mommy replied. “I expect to be sexually active for most of my life, and I’m sure I’ll always like little girls — as well as older girls, teens, and women too. But there’s something so special about a young girl as she, you know, just as she just begins to blossom. I simply can’t resist them at that age. Now, I don’t know if I’ll ever actually have a granddaughter, but if I do, mmmm, little girl pussy…”

As she said that last part, she leaned in again and inhaled my scent, then nuzzled me, the tip of her nose running slowly up and down my labia, and soon slipping between my pussy lips. She wasn’t using her tongue yet, or her lips, merely nuzzling. But as she pushed in farther, my mother’s cheeks came in contact with my labia. She buried her face in my cunt, shaking her head slightly, making a little growling sound. God, it was so hot! I almost came right then!

Standing behind the moms, who were kneeling side by side on the sofa, were my sisters Kate and Molly. Kate had an arm around Molly’s shoulders, and although I couldn’t tell for sure, it looked to me as if they might be rubbing one another’s pussies.

When Mommy pulled back, taking her face from my crotch, her nose and mouth and cheeks were wet with my juices, glistening. She licked her lips, smiling broadly at the other moms.

“Holy Mary,” exclaimed Kelsey.

“Mother of God?” my mom grinned. “If you’re saying the pussy of a young girl, of your daughter, is divine, I strongly agree.”

Up to that point, neither Kelsey nor Lauren had done any more than sniff the vulvas of their own daughters. Dana, on the other hand, had nuzzled Chelsea the same way my mom nuzzled me. In fact, I think she might have licked her a little bit too. Dana’s face wasn’t coated with pussy juice like my mother’s was, though. At only 7 years old, Chelsea didn’t really produce that much moisture, although I knew from personal experience that she was quite capable of an orgasm.

Mommy said, “Now that we’ve done some looking, wouldn’t you like to taste your girls? Have you ever thought about doing that?”

“Have I ever thought about it?” Kelsey leered. “‘Course I have, many a time. Most mums do, I’ll wager.”

“How about you, Lauren? Ever thought about that, with Lindsey?” my mother asked.

“Well, uh, not… not on my own, I mean, not until Kelsey started talking with me about it.”

“Are you tempted?”

“Uh-huh,” Lauren giggled, blushing but nodding eagerly. “It’s not something I ever would have thought of, but now, the more that I, the more we talk about it, the more I want to try it.”

“God, you guys,” said Dana. “All this talking — I just want to eat my daughter!”

And with that she fastened her mouth over Chelsea’s little pussy, kissing and sucking and licking. The child squealed with delight.

“Good idea,” agreed my mom. She brought her lips close to my pussy, blew on it some more, nuzzled me again, and then finally — finally! — she opened her mouth and began to lick my sex.

“Fuck,” I moaned, grabbing her head and pulling her tightly against me. “God, I want you so much! I want to come all over your fucking face!!”

I hadn’t really meant to say anything like that. It just came out, I couldn’t help it. And although I was mostly preoccupied with all the incredibly wonderful sensations taking place between my legs — as my mother sucked and licked my pussy — I did manage to remain at least partially aware of what else was going on in the room.

My bold words seemed to have triggered the other two moms. Kelsey shoved her face into Hannah’s crotch and started eating her enthusiastically, grunting and groaning. I could see that the woman also had a hand down between her legs, masturbating. Lauren let out a little whimper, grabbed one of her own tits in her hand and squeezed it hard, pinching the nipple, then leaned in and lovingly kissed Lindsey’s hairless pussy a few times before opening her mouth and beginning to lick the girl. Meanwhile, behind them, my sisters were wrapped up in each other’s arms, kissing and humping.

I heard Chelsea squeal again, more loudly than before, and I wanted to look and see what Dana was doing to her — except at that moment I was unexpectedly overcome.

Often it will take me longer to reach climax, but on this evening, with all that was happening, with the knowledge that I was there seeing two moms eat their daughters for the first time, and of course with the expert way my own mom was eating me, I suddenly exploded into a hugely powerful orgasm. If my mother hadn’t had a good grip on me, holding me up, I might have fallen off the back of the sofa.

Luckily, though, Mommy was holding me securely, arms wrapped around my thighs as she pressed her face into my crotch. She kept on licking me while I came and I continued climaxing for a long time, spasms bursting through me again and again as I cried out in delirious ecstasy.

When at last I came back to reality, I opened my eyes to find my mother smiling up at me. Her lips and cheeks were shiny with my juices. “I love you, darling,” she whispered.

It almost made me cry, seeing so much affection and devotion in her eyes. “I love you too, Mom,” I managed to say, my voice breaking.

Then I realized that Hannah, sitting beside me, was holding my hand. She was squeezing so hard it almost hurt. I glanced over and saw that her eyes were tightly shut, her face pinched. She was panting, gasping, apparently right on the edge of an orgasm.

Yes! This was just what I wanted to see! Hannah was going to come with her own mother eating her pussy!!

Mommy turned to look at them too. She nodded her head and licked her lips, giving me a wink.

I briefly leaned forward to see what was happening with the other kids. Chelsea was squealing and kind of bouncing on the back of the sofa. Her face was bright red, her eyes closed. I was almost sure she was having an orgasm, coming in her mom’s mouth. Lindsey, on the other hand, didn’t really seem to be close yet. Although the way Lauren was licking her must have felt very good, having all the other people around could have been too much of a distraction for the 9-year-old.

Speaking of other people, my sisters Molly and Kate were on the floor now, in a 69, with Katie on top. She was rocking up and down, grinding her pussy into Molly’s mouth while also licking her clit. I didn’t know if either of them had come yet, but it looked to me like Kate was getting pretty close, making a high-pitched whimper that often signaled an impending orgasm for her.

And speaking of orgasms — just then Hannah started shimmying like mad, her whole body undulating in rapid waves as she climaxed in her mother’s mouth. My own mom suddenly came too. I hadn’t realized she was masturbating, but when she saw Hannah reach orgasm, that must have put Mommy over the top. She shuddered, fucking herself with two fingers while hissing, “Eat your daughter! Eat your daughter! Fuck yeah, eat your little girl!”

As for me, I wasn’t ready for another orgasm quite yet, but my free hand — the one Hannah wasn’t squeezing — immediately went to my pussy. I rubbed myself as I watched the delicious lesbian incest taking place all around me.

After Hannah finished and Chelsea finished (and my mom finished), we rearranged ourselves. The kids got down from the back of the sofa. Lauren put Lindsey in one of the armchairs and  picked up a vibrating wand. She kissed her daughter’s mouth, then switched the vibrator on. I could tell by the sound that it was on a low setting so as not to overwhelm the child.

When Lauren placed the wand over Lindsey’s vulva, the young blonde immediately began to tremble and moan. Her mother smiled. She licked her index finger, moistening it with her saliva, then leaned in close to insert the finger just a little way inside the girl’s vagina.

Hannah and Kelsey, meanwhile, were cuddling on the sofa, the redhead nestling in her mother’s arms. Kelsey stroked Hannah’s back and her perfect bottom, murmuring words of endearment. As I watched, Hannah extended a hand to tentatively touch Kelsey’s nipple, fingers playing lightly over the tip of the breast.

“Mmm, yeah,” the woman sighed, “go on now, love, and suck Mummy’s tits. Ya know that’s what I want.”

She did. After fingering the taut nipple for another second or two, Hannah lowered her face to her mother’s breast, covered it with her mouth, and began to suck. Kelsey groaned in pleasure.

I felt someone groping me, a hand reaching between my legs from behind. It was Dana. Her other arm encircled my waist, giving me a hug. With her mouth at my ear, her breath warm, she whispered, “I want your mouth on my pussy, Julie.”

Oh my god, yes! I would gladly do that!

I turned and smiled at her, taking the sexy young woman in my arms. We kissed deeply, tongues dancing together. When the long kiss ended, we found an open spot on the floor, next to Kate and Chelsea. Katie was on top of the 7-year-old girl, kissing and humping her, with Chelsea’s little legs wrapped around Kate’s ass, pulling her close.

As Dana and I settled into a side-by-side 69, I paused for a moment to admire another truly beautiful sight: my mother in an armchair with her legs spread wide, and Molly kneeling on the floor in front of her, licking and fingering her cunt. What a fabulous family I have!

For the next twenty minutes or so, we all had sex — although I wasn’t exactly certain what the others were doing, because once Dana and I really began to eat each other, my focus was pretty much taken up with that. Her pussy tasted so good, and what she was doing to me quickly brought me very close to an orgasm. The funny thing was, though, that Dana somehow managed to keep me right on the edge, almost over the top but not quite there, while at the same time she climaxed several times in my mouth.

Finally, when I was just about to go insane, feeling an absolutely unbearable need to climax and release the tension — she gave me what I craved. I came hard with Dana’s finger deep inside me and her mouth sucking my clit.

It took me a while to recover, but when at last I sat up, ready to rejoin reality, I was excited to see that Hannah was kneeling in front of her mother, licking Kelsey’s pussy. The woman’s face was flushed and shiny with sweat, her eyes bulging, teeth clenched. She held Hannah’s head in her hands, pulling it into her crotch, muttering, “Fuck, fuck… eat Mummy, eat Mummy’s cunt…”

On the floor next to me, Dana was sitting on Chelsea’s face, rocking back and forth, fucking the little girl’s mouth. It looked to me as if Dana was in the middle of yet another climax. My sister Kate was lying on the floor between Chelsea’s legs, licking and sucking her pussy, making happy num-num sounds.

Just beyond them, my mom was on top of Molly in a scissors position, holding one of her legs up and tribbing with her, ramming their pussies together. “Fucking, fucking, fucking,” I heard Mommy chant in rhythm with her thrusts.

Lindsey was still sitting in the armchair but the vibrating wand was on the floor, switched off. Lauren had her mouth between her daughter’s slender legs, covering her hairless vulva. The girl’s eyes were shut tight, her face pinched, breath coming in quick gasps. I could tell she was nearly ready to climax.

Although I’d just completed a tremendous orgasm a few minutes earlier, I was so aroused by what I saw all around me that my hand automatically went to my own pussy once again, rubbing eagerly. Within only a minute or two, when Lindsey started to come, and when my mom came, and when Kelsey climaxed in Hannah’s mouth, I came too, along with them.

* * *

We rested after that, everyone sharing gentle caresses and soft kisses, looking around at each other and smiling. Lauren asked us if we’d like something to drink, or maybe more dessert, but no one did. We were all still in the mood for hot sex.

After another couple of minutes, Kelsey fished in the satchel that was on the floor by the sofa, pulling out a strap-on dildo. She got to her feet and stepped into the contraption, cinching it around her waist. I noticed there was also a piece that went up inside her own vagina, shaped like another dick but not quite as long as the one that stuck out in front.

“Lauren, love, I wanna fuck you,” Kelsey grinned saucily, as she rubbed lubricating jelly on the plastic cock.

The idea of having that ugly thing inside me didn’t appeal at all, but it certainly did to Lauren.

“Mmm, yeah,” the blonde purred. She lay on her back on the sofa, both hands between her legs, massaging her cunt.

Hannah, who’d stood up, stepped back a bit to stand beside me, taking my hand. “Wow,” she whispered, “I never saw this before.”

They put on kind of a show for us, Kelsey kneeling on the sofa, stroking the cock, talking dirty to Lauren, and Lauren responding just the same. It was clear this was a game they often played, turning each other on with their words prior to actually having sex — but I was pretty sure they’d never done it before in a room full of young girls, including their own daughters!

I looked around at the other kids, standing very close and observing. Everyone’s eyes, including mine, were wide as we watched Kelsey press the head of the dildo against Lauren’s pink hole, then slowly slide the whole thing inside while the blonde groaned in pleasure. The moms, however, were not only watching, but masturbating. Dana’s fingers were flying over her clit, and Mommy had two fingers pumping in and out of her vagina.

As for me, I wasn’t really tempted to play with myself. What I saw was interesting, fascinating, but it didn’t exactly turn me on. It was too much like hetero sex. I seemed to be the only one, though, who wasn’t aroused by it. As we watched the women fuck, Kate began masturbating too, as did Hannah. Even the younger girls, Lindsey, Molly, and Chelsea, were rubbing their little pussies.

“Come on, fuck me! Fuck my cunt!” Lauren cried, with Kelsey shoving the cock up inside her, harder and harder, faster and faster. “Make me come!”

“You gonna come for me? Huh?” Kelsey panted, sweat flying off her face. “Come while I’m fucking you?”

“Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!” screamed Lauren.

Dana came as we watched them, and so did Kate, and then my mom. A few seconds later, Lauren was climaxing too, shrieking and cursing. Kelsey reached orgasm just after that, and when she did, I saw fluids leaking out of her cunt, around the edges of the strap-on, dripping onto Lauren and soaking into the sofa cushions.

It didn’t take Kelsey long to recover. She huffed and panted for maybe half a minute, then pulled the big black cock out of Lauren’s vagina, leaving it gaping, pink and open.

The sexy brunette pushed herself up off the sofa and turned toward Dana. With a hand stroking up and down the shaft of the wet, slippery phallus, she leered, “Fancy being next, little girl?”

Kelsey took Dana from behind, first in the pussy, then in the ass. Almost as soon as the dildo slid up inside her cunt, Dana began to climax. I could see that she was masturbating too, rubbing her clit. It was obvious that she really loved being fucked that way. She continued stimulating herself when Kelsey pulled the cock from her pussy, and then slowly pushed it into her butt. In fact, she came even harder then, crying out in pleasure.

“You like that, do ya?” Kelsey said. “You like having Mummy fuck your bum, little girl?”

Dana really did look like a child in some ways, so small and slim, almost flat-chested. But her openings — her pussy and her ass — were mature, easily large enough to take the fucking with that big dildo and enjoy it.

When she was finished with Dana, Kelsey moved on to my mom, doing the same things with her. By this point, however, Kelsey wasn’t the only one using a strap-on. Kate had found another inside the satchel. This one was pink instead of black, and didn’t have a double-head, but it did vibrate!

With a little help from Lauren, my sister got the thing on, then began to fuck Dana. She took her from the front, on the floor in the missionary position. They kissed and fucked, with Dana climaxing repeatedly.

After Dana, Katie fucked Lauren on the sofa. The blonde pulled her legs up wide, in a V, and Kate pushed the vibrating dildo deep inside her. Kelsey had finished fucking my mom by then, in both holes, and removed the strap-on. The woman wanted to eat her daughter again. She sat Hannah in an armchair and hungrily fastened her mouth over the redhead’s pretty pussy.

Seeing all this action take place everywhere around me made me want to do something too. I grabbed Molly and Chelsea and we formed a daisy chain on the floor, licking each other. Our mother stood over us nude, watching and masturbating.

I was really turned on now, and so it didn’t take long — with my tongue on Chelsea’s sweet little girl pussy, and with Molly licking and fingering me, and knowing that my mom was playing with herself as she watched us — it didn’t take long at all until I was ready to come. This wasn’t really a big one, but still a very satisfying climax, of course, as they all are. I could hear Mommy coming too at the same time that I was.

Then I heard Kate’s voice. “Mom?”

“Uh… y-yes, honey?” my mother panted.

“Can I fuck you now? Is it okay?”

“Oh my god, yes, of course it’s okay! You want to fuck your mommy, little girl?”

And that was the penultimate act of the evening. In fact, it was two acts, side by side. My mom and Kelsey sat next to one another on the sofa, slumping down, legs spread apart, holding hands. Lauren assisted Hannah in strapping on the black dildo, and then the two girls — Kate and Hannah, an 11-year-old and a 13-year-old — eagerly fucked their mothers while the rest of us watched and played with ourselves.

As I said, that was the penultimate act. The finale, the big finish, took place maybe a half hour later. We rested up for a bit after the incendiary incestuous intercourse — and its screaming climaxes — sitting around and talking, gently caressing. After a while, my mom put forth a suggestion. Everyone agreed it sounded good.

Four girls, Chelsea, Molly, Lindsey, and Hannah, were asked to lie on the floor, and then their mothers, Dana, Suzanne, Lauren, and Kelsey, sat on their faces. This left me and Kate to watch and masturbate — which was perfectly fine with me. Not only do I love rubbing myself, but I especially love seeing moms have sex with their young daughters. There’s nothing better!

That was so incredibly hot. The women looked back and forth at one another, smiling and talking dirty, while also gazing down at the girls beneath them. From time to time they would glance up at Kate and me, who were standing in front of them, naked of course.

My sister and I not only masturbated, but talked to the moms, saying things like, “You gonna come in your daughter’s mouth? Huh? Come on your little girl’s face?” And while we were speaking, we also pulled our pussies wide open for them, exposing our pink vaginas.

Dana was the first to come, no surprise, but was followed fairly quickly by Kelsey, and then by Mommy. It took Lauren a little longer to reach orgasm, and none of the other mothers seemed to mind that at all. They continued rocking up and down on their daughter’s faces, holding their heads in their hands, fucking their mouths. Like most women, they were multi-orgasmic, so they enjoyed the exquisite pleasure of climaxing over and over again on top of their little girls, hot juices spilling over their pretty cheeks.

* * *

We were invited to spend the night, but chose not to. As my mother said, it probably was a good idea for Lauren and Kelsey to have some quiet, private time with their daughters after their first experience of having sex with each other. Instead, we got dressed and walked the two blocks back home, feeling refreshed and invigorated by the chilly December air.

It was late by then, almost 11:00, well past bedtime for Molly and Chelsea. But the little girls still weren’t really sleepy. Mommy consented to having all of us naked in her bed, at least for a short while, in sort of an impromptu slumber party.

We chatted and giggled about all the exciting things that had happened that evening, and pretty soon some of us began to masturbate. This led to one final round of sex, although it was somewhat subdued. We were tired, to be honest, and so our lovemaking was a bit less urgent than it sometimes could be, more gentle and affectionate. The orgasms, however, were just as great as always.

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