Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

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Hannah’s mother, Kelsey, drove us to our babysitting assignment on Saturday night. Ms. Firth’s apartment complex was in an older section of town, several miles away from our neighborhood. The area was, I’m sorry to say, not very appealing. Kelsey parked and walked us up to the door, briefly said hello to Ms. Firth, and then left. It was 7:00 o’clock.

The two-bedroom apartment we entered was cramped, with a tiny kitchen, a small living room stuffed with furniture, and two mid-sized bedrooms. The place was nicely decorated, though, with big green houseplants and a lot of art on the walls. Most of the art was Ms. Firth’s own, but there were a couple of pieces by Cadence too. The child proudly pointed them out to us.

Hannah was right, Cadence definitely was cute. She wasn’t exactly pretty — her face was too round for that, her eyes too squinty. I loved her dimples, though, and her long dark hair was really gorgeous, shiny and silky. She had a beautiful complexion, pale unblemished skin and naturally rosy cheeks. Best of all, she was slim, with long shapely legs.

I was surprised to find her wearing strappy little sandals with heels, along with pink short shorts and a dainty silk camisole in a floral pattern. It wasn’t the way you would expect most girls her age — 10 years old, in fifth grade — to dress at home. I certainly didn’t mind, of course. If she wanted to look sexy, that was fine with me!

Her mom was just as sexy, or even more so.

Ms. Firth — who insisted that we call her Lynn while at her home, if not at school — was in a glittery deep blue dress that night with a scoop neckline. It had long sleeves but a very short hem, ending about halfway up her thighs. Her lovely legs were bare, and the navy pumps she wore made their length and shape even more alluring. She must have had a push-bra under the clinging dress, because her large creamy white breasts were on full display, miles of tempting cleavage pulling me in.

Lynn had her hair pinned up in kind of a fancy arrangement on top of her head with a few ringlets hanging down beside her face. When I asked what the occasion was, she told us she and her date had been invited to attend a cocktail party to celebrate the opening of a new musical theater in our city.

I tried to focus on the pieces of art they were showing us, mostly drawings and a few watercolors, but my gaze kept returning to Lynn, specifically to her chest. When she noticed the way I was staring at her boobs, she gave me a warm smile. I blushed at being caught ogling so obviously, and stammered something about admiring their artistic talent.

Lynn placed a hand on my shoulder, giving a light squeeze and thanking me, then let her hand slowly slide down my back, stopping just above my bottom, where she patted me. It made me wonder who was doing the seducing here!

Cadence led me down the narrow hall and showed me her room, her dolls and things, along with her books and more of her drawings, while Hannah stayed out in the living room with Lynn. When we returned, we found them on the sofa.

Lynn’s legs were crossed, the blue dress riding up high. Hannah, meanwhile, had her tennis shoes off and was sitting with one foot on the floor but with her left leg splayed out and bent at the knee, short skirt hiked up, bare foot against the inside of her right thigh. Although this was an apparently innocent, young girl posture, her crotch — covered only by white cotton panties — was fully exposed to the woman. I knew this was deliberate, and I was sure Lynn realized that too.

Glancing at her watch, Lynn said, “I don’t have to leave for a while. Sit down, Julie, and let’s talk a little bit.”

I sat in a low armchair, facing them. Cadence sat on the floor. There were no other chairs. Lynn slowly uncrossed her legs and then recrossed them. I got a clear glimpse of black panties. I was wearing a stretchy red miniskirt that night, along with a Rolling Stones t-shirt and white sneakers with no socks. As I made myself comfortable in the chair, I allowed my legs to part, hoping Lynn would sneak a peek at my undies. She did.

We chatted for a few minutes, and then she said, “Would you girls like something to drink? Juice, or a soda?”

“Can I have a Coke, Mom?” Cadence asked.

“No, not a Coke, honey, or you’ll never get to sleep. But you can have a ginger ale if you’d like. How about you, Julie? Hannah?”

We both said ginger ale would be fine. As Lynn uncrossed her legs to stand up, her thighs came open several inches. I was certain this was no accident, and I couldn’t help but stare.

Nothing else happened as we had our soft drinks and Lynn sipped a glass of wine — nothing except more panty flashing. There was a lot of that. I wasn’t sure if Cadence noticed it or not. She may have been oblivious, or perhaps just took it for granted.

We talked about school, and about our families. Lynn asked Hannah some questions about what it was like growing up in England. She also asked about my family, and I told her about my sisters Kate and Molly. I mentioned that my mom was single, divorced, and that we never saw our father. I didn’t say anything, though, about Dana or Chelsea. That would be too complicated to explain. We learned that Lynn’s parents were both dead and that she had no siblings. Now that she was divorced, the only family she had was Cadence. That gave me an idea, something I would talk with my mother about later.

After twenty minutes, Lynn got up to leave. Again I was treated to full exposure of her black panties. She put on a long coat, got her purse and her keys, and told us she’d be back around 11:00, if not before.

“I don’t want to stay out too late tonight,” she said. “Cadence needs to be in bed by 9:30. You know that already, Hannah. If you girls want something to eat, we’ve got Oreos and, well, you know — anything you see in the fridge, feel free, all right?”

We nodded. Lynn gave her daughter a hug and a kiss, said goodbye to us, and left.

Now I could turn my attention to Cadence. She’d stayed fairly quiet as Hannah and I talked with her mother, mostly just listening, occasionally adding a few words. She seemed content to sit and observe, sometimes giggling or smiling, showing her adorable dimples.

I wasn’t sure if Hannah was attracted to young girls the way I was. I knew she liked kissing her cousin Lindsey, but that might be simply because Lindsey was female and available to kiss, not because of her age. She’d talked to me about Ms. Firth a lot, how sexy she was and everything, but hadn’t really said anything about Cadence. For me, of course, a cute 10-year-old was irresistible.

So, what would I do? Should I try something naughty? Maybe propose a game, like dress-up, where the three of us could take our clothes off in front of each other? Ooh, maybe Undercover Spy! Hannah knew that game already. Should I suggest we play it with Cadence? Would she like that sort of thing? Or might it perhaps upset her?

No, I decided it was too early to try something as risqué as that. My lust was carrying me away. I needed to get to know the child first, establish some trust.

It turned out, however, that Hannah and Cadence had their own idea of what we should do. We went to the girl’s bedroom, where she pulled out a couple of sketch pads and a set of colored pencils. This is what they’d done the previous time Hannah babysat for her.

They showed me some of the sketches they’d done then, nearly all of beautiful girls wearing skimpy clothing. Some pieces even showed two girls together, not quite kissing but in provocative poses. There was no question at all, at least for me — these drawings were sexually charged, highly erotic.

“I can’t really draw, though,” I told them. “I’m no artist.”

“You can be our model,” Hannah said.

“Me? I’m not a model, either. I’m too short, for one thing.”

“That doesn’t matter. You’re pretty, and you have a nice shape, doesn’t she, Cadence?”

“Uh-huh,” the little brunette nodded, looking me up and down. “I want to draw you.”

“Me too,” agreed Hannah.

So, it was decided. They sat me on the bed and posed me, and then both girls went right to work.

I was surprised at how fast they could produce their drawings. A few lines here, a little bit of shading — and presto! There I was. Within minutes they had created two recognizable depictions of me in my short skirt and Rolling Stones t-shirt. I looked even better than in real life!

After that, they suggested I try on different outfits. The notion I’d had about playing dress-up that night came true in a way, except it was only me doing it, not the other girls.

Cadence ran to her mother’s room and came back with a little black dress, a sheer pink babydoll nightie, and some sexy bras and panties. They didn’t have to argue very hard to convince me to go along now. I pretended to resist, but in fact was eager to do it.

We spent the next hour that way. I changed several times, right in front of them, and they made numerous drawings of me. Cadence brought more of her mom’s things for me to wear, almost all revealing lingerie. The poses they placed me in became more and more suggestive as I wore less and less.

I was sitting on the bed with my hands on my knees, feet on the floor, legs spread wide apart, clad only in a transparent black bra and panty set, my chin up, eyes hooded, mouth in a sexy pout — when we heard the front door open. Oh my god! It was not even 9:00 o’clock yet!

“My mom’s home!” Cadence popped up, giggling, and ran into the hall. She didn’t seem concerned at all about the compromising position I was in.

I was speechless, paralyzed with fear. What should I do? There I was, half-naked in the bedroom of a 10-year-old girl, wearing her mother’s undies! Should I try to quickly get dressed? Maybe jump under the covers and hide?

Hannah grinned at me. “This should be fun, eh?”

“I don’t know, um…”

“Don’t worry about Lynn. She’s cool.”

I was startled to see that Hannah was continuing to work on her latest drawing of me. She certainly wasn’t upset or worried.

Cadence and her mom came into the room, hand in hand, both smiling. Lynn showed no apparent reaction to how I was dressed, or undressed.

“We were making sketches of Julie. She’s modeling for us,” said Cadence.

“That’s nice,” Lynn nodded.

“Lemme show you.” Cadence crouched down and picked out a few of the pieces she’d done, handing them to her mother, who knelt on the floor beside her.

“These are good, honey, very good,” Lynn commented, stroking the girl’s hair.

To Hannah and me she said, “I’m sorry to come home so early, surprise you this way. But it’s, well, I guess it’s all over between me and Sylvia. That’s why. I knew this was coming, I just hoped it would be easier. Anyway, that’s that.”

The woman appeared to notice for the first time what I was wearing. Some of her other clothes were on the bed as well, or scattered around the room. “You look great in those things, Julie,” she smiled.

I had my legs together now, hands crossed in front of my chest. “Um, thanks. But I… I’m sorry. I hope you don’t mind…”

She waved a hand, dismissing my concerns. “It’s fine.”

Getting to her feet and starting for the door, she said, “I’m going to take off this dress. Would you girls like something to drink? I think I’ll have a glass of wine. Or, uh, do you want me to take you home now?”

Before Hannah or I could reply, Cadence said, “You wanna draw with us, Mom?”

“Oh, uh, maybe. Yes, maybe I will.”

A different expression came over Lynn’s face. She paused and studied me. Her gaze seemed to hold not only artistic appraisal of me as a model, but frank sexual interest too. At least that’s what I thought I saw.

She nodded at me, “Do you mind standing up for a minute?”

I swallowed hard, but stood, dropping my hands to my side.

Her eyes ran up and down my body. It reminded me of the way Cadence had looked at me earlier. Like mother, like daughter.

“Very nice. Very, very nice. Okay, I’ll be right back.”

Lynn left the room. Cadence found the drawing she’d been working on and picked up her pencil.

“Strike your pose again, Julie,” Hannah giggled. So I did.

A few minutes later, Lynn returned. She was holding a glass of white wine and wearing a black negligee. The gown was full length with long sleeves but was composed of several sheer layers. It was both concealing and revealing at the same time. I was pretty sure I could see dark nipples atop her full breasts, and I thought I could even make out the shadow of her pubic hair, although that was less clear. But I got the impression that she was nude beneath the gown. It definitely turned me on.

Lynn sat in a chair and did a sketch of me in my hands-on-knees, legs-apart pose, while Hannah and Cadence completed their drawings. Then Lynn asked, “Have you ever posed nude, Julie?”

“What do you mean?”

“You know, as an artist’s model. Have you ever done that?”

An image flashed into my mind of Aunt Barbara taking photos of me and my sister in sexy lingerie, even a few nude shots, but I didn’t mention that. “No,” I answered.

“You should. Your body is perfect, just right. Would you mind doing that for me now?”

“What?” I felt like an idiot, responding that way. I knew very well what Lynn was asking, but the whole situation had me flustered.

“Would it make you feel better if we were all nude? We could do that. You girls don’t mind, do you?” She glanced in turn at Cadence and at Hannah. They both grinned, happy to comply.

Two minutes later, everyone was unclothed.

We’d moved out to the living room. Lynn said the light was better there. The curtains were drawn, of course, so no one could see in, but it was amazing to think what someone would discover if they were to enter the apartment: two barely pubescent girls with small breasts and scant pubic hair (Hannah had only traces, as did I, though mine was shaved), along with an even younger child with a totally hairless slit and tiny breast buds, plus a woman, the little girl’s mom — and all four of us completely naked! What would they think?

Lynn had poured herself a second glass of wine. None of the rest of us was drinking anything. I was on the sofa, stretched out, hands behind my head, one knee lifted slightly, toes pointed. They made their sketches.

After they finished and had compared the drawings, showing them to me, Lynn said, “Hmm, how about… let’s try two girls together. We can switch off, take turns. Cadence, you go first, all right? Pose with Julie.”

“Okay!” The little brunette hopped to her feet, joining me on the sofa. “How do ya want us to pose?”

“Well, let’s see.” Lynn got up from her chair and came to instruct us. “Julie, you get on your knees, here in the middle, facing out. That’s right. Uh, move your knees further apart. Good.”

She was touching me, shifting me into position, her hands on my shoulder, my arm, my waist, my bottom, on the inside of my thigh. Although what the woman did wasn’t overtly sexual, it certainly did feel seductive!

When Lynn had me where she wanted, she placed Cadence in front of me, perched on the edge of the sofa, arms raised, hands clasped behind my neck. I was leaning forward, looking over her shoulder, my arms around her waist, nipples brushing her back.

“Perfect,” said Lynn, as she stood back to admire us.

“Nice,” Hannah agreed.

“Do you think you can hold that long enough?” Lynn asked Cadence. “Not get tired?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

“Okay. Um, try to relax your legs a little bit, let them fall open naturally. That should be more comfortable.”

“Like this?”

“That’s right, very good,” Lynn nodded, giving her daughter a wink. Then she went back to her chair, picking up her pad and pencil.

After the artists had completed their sketches, they brought them over and showed them to us. Hannah’s was more detailed, more lifelike, while Lynn’s piece was somewhat abstract, expressionistic, but both were intensely erotic, at least to my eye.

Lynn next posed Hannah and me. She had us standing side by side, facing forward, arms akimbo but linked. Our feet were wide apart, with Hannah’s right knee just behind my left. It was like we formed two X’s, slightly overlapping. We started out smiling — we couldn’t help that — but Lynn told us it might be better if we were straight-faced, looking proud or even defiant.

That was kind of fun. I hadn’t realized before that modeling could also be a bit like acting. As Hannah and I stood and posed while Cadence and Lynn worked on their drawings, I tried think of things that would give me the correct expression: stuff like the rights of girls to love other girls, no matter what age they were, or the beauty of nudity and the stupidity of taboos. I must have got something right because Lynn complimented my on the “nobility” of my bearing. I wasn’t exactly sure what she meant by that, but it sounded good.

When they were finished and we’d examined and praised their latest creations, Lynn suggested that she and I pose together, and that Cadence and Hannah draw us. I liked that idea a lot!

The woman knelt on the sofa, facing to one side. I sat between her legs, turned toward her with my legs draped over her thigh. She took me in her arms and I leaned way back while she held me up. I put my arms around her too. I was nearly lying down. Lynn pulled me close, her heavy breasts pressing against mine, and brought her mouth very close to my mouth. We parted our lips. That would be the pose: not kissing, but as if we were just about to. Oh my god, it was so hot.

As the girls began sketching us, I looked at Lynn’s face, into her eyes, then at her mouth. She licked her lips, and I licked mine too. She was breathing hard — not from exertion, I didn’t think, but from arousal. We weren’t supposed to move, of course. The idea was to hold a static pose. But I could feel her grip on me tightening. Her body was trembling. I wanted her so much right then. I want to kiss her, shove my tongue into her mouth, grab her tits, suck her nipples, have sex with her.

Obviously, I couldn’t. The woman’s 10-year-old daughter was sitting right there, only a few feet away from us. We couldn’t have sex, no matter how badly I wanted it or how badly she did. Did Lynn want that as much as me? Was she as turned on as I was? She sure did seem to be.

I hoped Hannah and Cadence would take a very long time finishing their drawings. I loved being held like this, by a beautiful sensual woman. It was heavenly.

Several minutes passed. Lynn swallowed, then licked her lips again. She pulled me even closer. Her mouth was only a fraction of an inch from mine. Her breath was warm. I smelled the wine she’d been drinking, and her perfume. I flexed my fingers, kneading her back. She did the same with me. It was almost like we were having sex in suspended animation. That’s how it felt.

Finally the girls were done. “Okay, Mom, you can relax now,” Cadence said.

Lynn and I giggled, releasing some of our tension as we gazed into each other’s eyes. She gave me a quick kiss on the lips, not using her tongue or anything, just a friendly familiar kiss, and then we sat up and disentangled ourselves.

“Okay, well,” the woman said, “let’s take a look at your drawings first, and then I suppose I’d better take you girls home. Hannah, you can call your mother and tell her I’ll go ahead and drive you as long as Cadence is still up. All right?”

It was interesting that Lynn didn’t say anything to us about keeping what we’d done that night a secret, posing in the nude and so on. She’d asked Hannah before not to tell anyone but me about her dating preferences, but I suppose she thought that this was somehow less controversial. Of course, I didn’t know much about art or artists, so maybe that’s just how they were, getting naked and making sketches of each other all the time without even thinking about it.

Anyway, a half hour later, we were back at Hannah’s house. It had already been arranged that I would spend the night there. Lindsey was at Riley’s for a sleepover. On weekends the girls in our neighborhood always seemed to wind up in each other’s beds.

It was not quite 11:00 pm. Lauren was on the sofa wearing a long terry robe, watching TV. We said goodnight, Hannah gave her mom a hug, and then we went to her bedroom. We quickly took off our clothes, brushed our teeth, and jumped into bed naked.

Our second occasion making love was slower than the one before, less rushed and more gentle, more affectionate. We did a lot of kissing again — both of us loved that — and then Hannah spent a long time between my legs, licking, sucking, fingering, exploring, asking me what I liked or didn’t like. Over the course of maybe an hour she gave me three wonderful orgasms. The girl was a fast learner. She sat on my face after that and rode my tongue, coming quickly and wetly in my mouth. Then we kissed again for a while, sharing the taste of each other’s pussies. We fell asleep in one another’s arms.

I didn’t wake that night. Either there were no loud sounds of sex in Lauren and Kelsey’s room to awaken me, or I just slept right through them.

Continue on to Chapter 111

By Naughty Mommy

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I woke up in my mother’s bed. Dana was snoozing beside me, but my mom wasn’t there. I heard the shower running in her bathroom and on impulse decided to go join her.

Mommy and I didn’t bathe very often together at home, or hadn’t anyway since I was quite young, although we enjoyed doing it when we were away on our trips. But it was nice to be in the steamy shower with her that morning, rubbing soap on each other’s naked bodies, kissing, touching… and then, of course, masturbating one another.

After we got out and my mom was blow-drying her hair, I went to check on Dana, whom I found still sleeping. I thought about waking her up and having sex with her — but then out in the hall I heard the raucous chatter of four little girls: Molly, Emily, Chelsea, and Samantha were awake. I waited until they’d gone downstairs, then went to my room and got dressed.

Not long after they finished breakfast, Molly and Emily got on the phone. They were talking to Riley. Apparently sometime earlier in the week a tentative plan had been made for a four-girl slumber party at Riley’s house, including Lindsey, and they were confirming that. I overheard Emily say something about playing Undercover Spies. That game was getting to be quite popular! I wondered if they might get Riley’s older sister Alexa to play it with them too, and possibly even her pretty mom, Paula. It made me wish I could be there to see it.

But two other sleepovers were being arranged at almost the same time. Samantha invited Chelsea to stay at her place that evening, and meantime Hannah called me on my cell phone and asked if I could come to their house for dinner and to spend the night. I checked with my mom and she said it was fine. So everything was set.

* * *

At about 5:30, I walked the few blocks to Hannah’s house. Something smelled good when I came in the door. Kelsey, Hannah’s mum, told me she was making bangers and mash. I had no idea what that was, but it turned out to be fried sausages and mashed potatoes. These were served with onion gravy, and peas on the side. It was delicious!

As we were eating, Kelsey announced that she’d found a job. She would be starting work on Monday at a small company that did graphic design, specializing in cartoon character labels for children’s toys and breakfast cereals, that sort of thing. That sounded like fun. Kelsey said her job would be mostly clerical, but that she also might have the opportunity from time to time to assist with some of the artwork. She was excited about it.

We watched TV for a while after dinner, and then at 9:00 Hannah and I said goodnight and went to her room. Lauren and Kelsey stayed up watching the ‘telly’, as they called it.

As soon as she shut the door behind us, Hannah asked, “Wanna sleep in the buff?” Her eyes were shining, gorgeous smile a mile wide.

“Naked?”

“Uh-huh, same’s we did at your place last week.”

“Okay, sure.”

With a giggle, the cute redhead ripped off her t-shirt and pushed down her shorts and panties. She was already barefoot and wasn’t wearing a bra, so almost instantly she was nude.

“Wow,” I said. “That was fast.”

“Come on, eh? You too.”

“Okay.”

Hannah sat on the bed and watched as I peeled off the two shirts I was wearing (it had turned a little cold that day) and then my bra, my jeans, my panties, and finally my socks.

She jumped up and grabbed my hand, “Let’s clean our teeth and get in bed.”

“All right.”

I got my toothbrush from my bag and we waltzed out into the hall, stark naked. Neither of the two moms could see us from where they were sitting in the living room, but I wondered what would happen or what they would say if they found us like that. Perhaps nothing? Casual nudity might be commonplace in their house, I wasn’t sure. Anyway, we brushed our teeth, peed, then raced back to Hannah’s room and slid into her bed.

My friend and I huddled together under the covers, giggling and getting warm. After a few seconds, she asked, “Do you wanna do some kissing now, or masturbate first?”

“Well, um, last week, remember when you said you wanted to do something more with me? You know, like, more than just kissing and masturbating? Remember?”

She hesitated, then whispered, “Yeah.”

“So, I mean, do you want to do that now?”

There was no reply. Only the soft sound of her breathing.

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to,” I said.

“No, I do… I want to. But, um, can I tell you something first?”

“Of course. You can tell me anything.”

“It’s about Miss Firth.”

“Okay.”

“Well, you know how she told me about getting divorced and all?”

“Uh-huh.”

“So, she told me last night, after she got back from her date… well, I mean, she told me not to tell anyone else, but I asked her if I could tell you since you were my best friend, right?”

It was nice to hear that Hannah thought of me as her best friend. I liked her a lot too. “Okay,” I said.

“Anyhow, Miss Firth told me I could tell you, but no one else. But she said she thought I should know, since I would be babysitting and I might see her and everything.”

“See her?”

“Her date, I mean. That I might, like, see her date if she came to their place or something. She’s going out with a woman.”

“She is?”

“Uh-huh. And she told me that’s why they got divorced, her husband and her. Because she’d been seeing this woman — her name is Sylvia — and that’s why they got divorced, because Miss Firth wouldn’t stop seeing her.”

“Wow, she told you all that?”

“Yeah, she did.”

“That’s amazing.”

“Uh-huh, but you know what else?” she asked.

“What.”

“She, um, she said that now that she’s single and everything, she’s not sure she wants to just be with Sylvia. She might start going out with other women, and that’s why she wanted me to know, because if she didn’t tell me and I found out, I might tell someone else and she might get in trouble or something.”

“What do you mean, in trouble?”

“I don’t know, but, like, maybe the school would be angry with her or something.”

I shook my head. “I don’t think they’d mind. The school wouldn’t care who she’s dating or who she’s sleeping with — as long as it wasn’t a student or something.”

“Yeah… a student…”

Hannah was quiet, and I was too, for half a minute or so.

Finally I said, “Are you thinking the same thing I am?”

“Maybe.”

“About Ms. Firth?”

“What about her?”

“Well, I mean, if she likes women, maybe she likes girls too.”

“What do you mean?”

“She might like us. You and me.”

“Oh, wow…”

“I think we should try to seduce her.”

“Oh my god, Julie! That is — that is brilliant!”

Hannah put her hand between my legs, on my pussy. I was lying on my back, and she was on her side, snuggled up close. She had never touched me that way before, nothing like it at all.

I turned my head toward her. Our noses were touching, our lips nearly so. I whispered, “Do you want to seduce her? Do you want to have sex with Ms. Firth?”

“I do…” she breathed. Her fingers were moving now, gently stroking my labia.

“Do you want to have sex with me?”

“Yes.”

We kissed. I turned onto my side. We kissed deeply, wetly, passionately, wrapping our arms around each other, pulling our bodies together. Hannah and I had kissed like that before, using tongues and everything, but never with so much intensity. We were both on fire, inflamed with lust, burning with excitement not only over the idea of having sex with each other, but with our plan to seduce our teacher.

Our lovemaking that first time was urgent, frenzied, almost clumsy in its haste. Hannah may have been a virgin, but she was ready and willing to try just about anything. We pawed at one another, grabbing and squeezing, kissing and licking. We sucked nipples and fingered pussies (she was no virgin in that sense, I discovered — her hymen was definitely gone). I went down on her, bringing her to orgasm with a finger inside her and my mouth on her clit, then I sat on her face. Hannah didn’t know what to do exactly but picked it up quickly enough, and anyway I was so turned on that all I had to do was ride her tongue, hump her mouth for a few seconds, and soon I was climaxing. I let her keep eating me, though, so she could learn more, until I came a second time.

After that we slowed down a little bit. We kissed for a while, and then I taught her about tribbing. She’d seen women doing it in porn videos but didn’t know whether it would work in real life. I showed her that it did. I fucked Hannah, and then she turned me over and fucked me.

Finally we were done, worn out. Our pussies were sore. Before we fell asleep, however, we confirmed our plan, our goal. We made a pact that night, Hannah and I, that before the school year was over, we both would have sex with our teacher, Ms. Firth, preferably at the same time. That was the last thought on our minds as we drifted off, cuddling close, smelling of sex, dreaming of seduction.

* * *

As had happened before, the first time I slept over at Hannah’s house, I awoke in the night to a bumping sound. I knew immediately what it was — or at least what I thought it was.

Hannah was on her side, turned away from me, sleeping peacefully. I slipped out of bed, nude, and crept to the door, opening it slightly. The sound was clearer. Stepping into the hall, I made my way to Lauren and Kelsey’s bedroom door. I paused, listening. The noise, I was certain, was a bed bumping against the wall. I tried to hear voices.

“Fuck me! Fuck my cunt!”

This time, there was no doubt. The women were much louder than the time before. I could hear exactly what they were saying.

“You gonna come for me? Huh? Come while I’m fucking you?” That was Kelsey.

“Yeah, yeah — do it — harder! Come on — harder! Fuck me! Fuck me!” That was Lauren, I could tell. Her voice was higher-pitched, her accent less pronounced.

I stayed a minute longer, listening closely, waiting to see if I would hear another voice. I wanted to be absolutely sure there wasn’t a man in there with them too. There wasn’t. It was only the two of them.

Lauren climaxed, loudly, and soon after that they quieted down. I decided I’d heard enough, and didn’t want to get caught, so I tiptoed back to the bedroom and climbed under the covers. I rubbed myself again, even though I was pretty sore, masturbating in the dark as I pictured Hannah’s mom fucking Lindsey’s mom. After I came, I quickly fell asleep.

* * *

On Monday, during lunch in the cafeteria, Hannah said to me, “Don’t wear jeans tomorrow, right?”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“Because tomorrow’s Tuesday — Art & Design — Miss Firth, you twit!”

“Oh, yeah. Um, okay.”

Most days I wore jeans to school without even thinking about it. That was simply the most comfortable way for me to dress. It was sort of embarrassing then that Hannah had to remind me of our pact to seduce the teacher.

“Put on the shortest skirt you can get away with,” she said. “I will too. We can try and open our legs and give her a peek at our knickers.”

“Our panties.”

“Right.”

“Cool. Good idea.” I smiled at the cute redhead, feeling a warm stirring between my legs as I imagined Ms. Firth staring at my exposed crotch. “It reminds of when I… I mean…”

“Of what?”

I’d started to say it reminded me of the time I went to my mom’s office after school one day and let her look up my skirt and then we masturbated together. But I couldn’t tell Hannah about that!

So I said, “Oh, before I knew you, when I was flirting with someone else, an older girl. Anyway, um, what skirt do you think you’ll wear?”

* * *

The next day we were both showing plenty of leg. I was wearing a tight denim mini while Hannah was in a flippy little pleated plaid skirt that barely covered her butt. The school had rules about dress lengths for girls, but in practice they weren’t enforced. Everyone pretty much wore whatever they felt like wearing and no one said anything about it.

Hannah had more opportunities than I did to flash our teacher during class that day and readily took advantage of them. She was shameless. I tried to do the same, but was more hesitant, not wanting to let the other students notice. Unfortunately, I’m not sure if Ms. Firth ever noticed me either.

When the period ended, Hannah was asked to stay late again. I wondered if she might get in trouble for what she’d been doing, but that wasn’t it at all. At lunch she told me, “I’m babysitting again on Saturday night for Cadence. You want to come?”

“What do you mean?”

“Come with me to Miss Firth’s. We can babysit together. I asked her if we could, and she said it’s fine. We can split the pay. Are you free Saturday night?”

“Um, yeah, I think so.”

This would be interesting. I’d never done a combined babysitting job like that. I wondered, would Hannah and I maybe fool around together after we got the kid in bed? Or maybe fool around with the kid, before we put her to bed?

“So, um… tell me more about Cadence. What’s she like?”

“Oh, uh, let’s see. She’s kind of short, like me, but shorter ‘cause she’s younger. She has long brown hair, straight, like her mum’s. Dimples, a cute face with sort of chubby cheeks, like a dumpling. She likes to draw. That’s what we did together last time. She’s very sweet, you’ll like her.”

“Okay, cool, that sounds great. It’ll be fun.”

* * *

On Friday night that week, my mother and I got dressed up and she took me out to dinner. She would try to do something like that maybe once a month or so, get a little time for just the two of us together.

And, oh my god, it was incredibly romantic… soft candlelight, a secluded table near the back of the restaurant, my lover holding my hand and gazing into my eyes… I could feel my pussy getting all creamy and juicy as Mommy leaned toward me and tenderly kissed my lips. My heart was pounding, my cheeks flushed. I squeezed my legs together, making my clit throb. Having her act that way with me in public was so thrilling, so exciting. What if someone saw us!

After dinner we went to see a movie. It was called Water Lilies, in French with English subtitles. The movie was really good and really sexy, but the best part about it was that during one of the hot love scenes — between teenage lesbians, not much older than I was! — my mom put her hand on my thigh, then slid it up under my dress. I opened my legs and she fondled me in the darkness. I didn’t actually come, but it felt wonderful having her touch me that way, so intimate and erotic and forbidden, all at once.

We held hands on the way out of the theater after the movie ended, and as soon as we were in the car I was all over her, grabbing and kissing, wanting, needing to make love with her. My mother laughed and started the engine. “Wait till we get home, sugar. Then you can do anything you want with me — and with your sisters too, for that matter.”

Molly and Kate had stayed home that evening with Dana and Chelsea. I’m sure they must have had their own kind of naughty fun while we were out. By the time we got back, though, it was past 11:00, and Chelsea and Molly were already asleep. Katie and Dana were on the sofa, both naked, watching one of Dana’s porn movies. Well, sort of watching, but having sex too.

They didn’t stop when we came in. We said hi, and they said hi, then Mommy and I went upstairs to her room so we could fuck. I had almost an hour alone with her, eating her pussy, sucking her nipples, sitting on her face, tribbing with her, before the others joined us. First it was only Dana and Kate, but after a few minutes my mom went and got the younger kids, waking them so they could play with us too. They never seemed to mind that at all.

We had family sex, two women and four girls rolling around on Mommy’s king-size bed, doing everything you can think of, reveling in all the delicious pleasures of lesbian incest.

Continue on to Chapter 110

By Naughty Mommy

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Kelsey and Lauren came by our house fairly early the next morning, around 9:30 as planned, to pick up Hannah and Lindsey. By that time we were all up and dressed, showing no obvious signs of the sexy naked things we’d done the night before.

Our mother invited the women in for coffee, and they accepted, although they said they couldn’t stay very long. The four of them were driving to the state capitol that day, a couple hours away, to view an exhibition of children’s art. Every school in the state, both public and private, had been invited to submit some of their students’ best work, and from these about 200 pieces had been selected for the exhibit. Among them was one of Hannah’s drawings. She really is very talented.

It was funny, though, because Hannah had told me earlier that she didn’t want to go, that she would much rather just stay and fool around with us. But the excursion had already been arranged and it was her drawing they were going to see, of course, so she didn’t have much choice.

Mommy had met Lauren and Kelsey before, but only briefly. This was her first chance to spend any real time talking with them. A few weeks earlier, when I’d told her my suspicions about the cousins being lesbian lovers, my mother had said it might be a good idea for us to “get to know that family a little better… develop a closer relationship with them if we can.” So this was a start on that.

They left after about a half hour. Before they did, Hannah and I made plans to get together the next day, at least for a little while if we could. That night, unfortunately, I would be busy, babysitting for Elaine Gallagher’s kids again. Oh well, the extra money certainly was nice.

My mom and Dana and I were in the kitchen, chatting. We’d just finished putting the breakfast dishes in the dishwasher. The little girls — Molly, Chelsea, and Samantha — were up in the Molly’s room, playing. Kate had gone out for a run around the neighborhood on the warm, sunny, late October day. I was about to ask Mommy if she had any more thoughts about Kelsey and Lauren when we heard the front doorbell ring.

It was Megan, coming for Samantha. Dana let her in. The two women warmly embraced. I liked the way they seemed so close. It looked as if something special might be developing between them.

Megan was dressed kind of casual, wearing a crop top and frayed denim cutoffs, along with sneakers and ankle socks. The shorts, though, were so short that the pockets hung out in front, and from the back you could see the edges of her butt cheeks. With her longs legs, she looked totally amazing. I didn’t think it was by chance that she was dressed that way, either. Megan wanted to be appealing to us, I was sure of it.

My mother gave the redhead a hug, and a quick kiss on the lips. “Would you like a cup of coffee?” she asked.

“Sure, that would be nice. Thank you.”

The three adults sat down in the family room, and I went to get their coffee, plus a glass of juice for myself. We settled in and chatted for a few minutes, with Megan and Dana doing most of the talking while Mommy and I smiled and listened. The two young women soon decided to go out shopping together. They asked Mommy to join them, but she declined, saying she and Kate and I had a lot of yard work to do that afternoon. Dana offered to stay and help, but Mommy assured her that we could handle everything.

So, off they went, arm in arm, Megan in her short-shorts, Dana wearing a miniskirt and tank top. I was sure they would get plenty of admiring looks from men, and maybe from a few women as well. Samantha stayed at our house to play some more with Chelsea and Molly. When Kate came back from her run, Mommy put the two of us to work, pulling out the overgrown summer vegetables, pruning hedges, trimming dead branches from the trees, generally getting the yard ready for winter.

* * *

Another week went by. I had sex with Karen in her car again a couple of times — still just fingering pussies, though, and kissing, nothing more than that. We weren’t quite brave enough to have oral sex in the middle of a public park!

On one of those steamy afternoons, she made a confession to me. We’d both just finished coming, and were sitting together in the back seat, softly caressing, sharing the sweet taste of the gooey wetness on our fingers, when she said, “Um, Julie?”

“Yeah?”

“I want to tell you something, okay?”

“Okay, sure.”

“Um, it’s about… well, I know you really want me to meet your family again and stuff, and I want to do that too. I will soon, I promise. But, um, I just wanted to tell you that, like, I have a girlfriend.”

“You do?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Oh… so, is that, like, a problem? I mean, with me and you doing what we’re doing? Would she be jealous or something?”

“No,” she chuckled. “She wouldn’t be jealous. In fact, I already told her. She thinks it’s hot.”

“She does? You did?”

“Uh-huh. Her name is, um, Miranda. Except, see, the thing is, she’s like older, you know?”

“Older? How old?”

Karen laughed, “Not that old. She’s 29. Older than me, though.”

“That’s almost as old as my mom,” I grinned. “She’s 32.”

“I know. And, like, that’s what I need to tell you about. Because it’s kind of embarrassing.”

“What is?”

“Well, see, um, Miranda is… she’s married, and she has a baby.”

“A baby? Really?”

“Yeah. That’s how I met her. Babysitting, you know? She actually has two kids. Her daughter, Marisol, is 8. The baby, a little boy, is still tiny, only five months. His name is Jorge. She, um, Miranda, is separated from her husband. I think they’re getting divorced. Anyway, I met her, like, about a year ago, before they separated, and after a while we started fooling around.”

“Wow, that’s… well, it’s great, isn’t it?”

“Uh-huh, but you know what? This isn’t the first time I’ve done that. Besides your mom, I mean. There was another one, a lady I was babysitting for. That was earlier last year, before I met Miranda. We only did it a couple times, though, had sex together, and then she got scared and asked me not to babysit for her any more. She was married too.”

“Wow,” I repeated.

“Yeah, I guess that’s sort of my specialty. Seems like it, anyway. But, I mean, do you think it’s weird, Julie, that I have this thing for older women or something?”

“No. Why would it be weird?”

“I don’t know. It’s just… um…”

Karen looked down at her hands. It was obvious she wanted to tell me something else but was nervous about it. We’d mostly settled down during our conversation, not caressing any more, just sitting quietly and talking.

She took a deep breath, then said, “Well, there’s like, there’s this other thing. Um, you know I said Miranda has a baby, little Jorge?”

“Uh-huh.”

“He, um, like I said, he’s only five months old now. And she’s, you know, she breastfeeds him.”

“Okay.”

Karen raised her face and gazed at me. Her brown eyes were big and round. “Do you know what that means?”

I shook my head. “No. What what means?”

“When she’s, I mean, when we have sex, because she still nursing, then… you know, when I suck her nipples, sometimes I drink her milk.”

“Wow, really?”

“Uh-huh,” she nodded. “Do you think that’s gross?”

“No, I think it’s hot!”

“You do?”

“Yeah, oh my god, I never even thought about that before, but it is, it’s sexy. It’s super hot.”

Laughing, clearly relieved, Karen let her head fall back on the seat. “I’m so glad you think so. I was really worried, Julie, that you’d say I was, you know, a perv or something.”

I laughed too. “How could you be more of a perv than me? I mean, I… um…”

I almost told her then about my forbidden lust for underage girls, prepubescent youngsters with flat chests and hairless pussies. But I stopped myself just in time. I wasn’t sure Karen was ready to hear about that yet. Instead, I said, “You know, I like to watch. I’m a perv too. I watched you with my mom, and I’ve watched her having sex with other girls and women. I love to watch and masturbate.”

All that was true. It certainly wasn’t a lie, even if it wasn’t quite the whole truth.

“God, I feel so much better,” Karen grinned. “I’ve been wanting to tell you about Miranda, but I was kind of afraid. Now I’m glad I did.”

“Yeah, and really, you don’t have to worry about my mom or anything, either. That won’t bother her at all, that you have an older girlfriend. She’ll like it.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah, I do. I’m sure of it. She’ll probably even like the breast milk thing too. We’ve never talked about it or anything, but she’s pretty kinky.”

“Don’t you tell her about it, though!” Karen frowned. “Promise me you won’t. Not until I’m, you know, not until I’m ready, okay?”

“All right, I won’t, don’t worry. But I’m serious, you don’t have to be concerned about my mom. She’s totally accepting. So’s the rest of my family.”

“Okay.” Karen took my face in her hands and kissed my lips. “Thanks, Julie, for being my friend, and for letting me tell you all this stuff.”

“You’re welcome,” I said. “I’m really glad I met you again.”

“Me too. But now, I guess I need to take you home. It’s probably getting kinda late.”

* * *

Another very interesting thing happened that week. On Thursday, our sexy art teacher, Ms. Firth, asked Hannah to stay for a minute after class. I had to leave and get to my next class, which I didn’t share with Hannah, but at lunch I was able to ask my friend what Ms. Firth wanted.

“She wants me to babysit,” Hannah said, around a mouthful of french fries.

“She does? Babysit who?”

“Her daughter, Cadence.”

“She has a daughter?”

“Seems so. She goes to a different school. Miss Firth says she’s 10.”

“Hm, okay… when are you babysitting?”

“Tomorrow night, starting at 7:00.”

“All right. So, is Ms. Firth married?”

“No, she told me she’s divorced. Happened last year. That’s why she came here to teach, eh? Her ex is the principal at the other school where she used to work, the one where her daughter goes.”

“Wow, she told you a lot.”

Hannah grinned, “I think she fancies me. And you know I fancy her.”

“Yeah, I know you do, and so do I. In fact, maybe…”

Something occurred to me then, a naughty idea that had been percolating in the back of my mind for quite a while. I decided not to mention it right there, though, during lunch in the cafeteria — but when the time was right, I would.

“Well, anyway,” I said to her, “good luck with the babysitting. Maybe you can call me tomorrow night and tell me how it’s going.”

* * *

Hannah did call me the next night, at about 10:00 o’clock. Mommy and Dana had gone out dancing with Theresa and Megan, so that meant Emily and Samantha were staying with us for a sleepover. We’d finished playing a hot game of Undercover Spy, and after that I’d put the younger ones to bed — four naked little girls in Molly’s single bed, just imagine! They didn’t seem to mind the crowding one bit.

When my cell phone rang, I was lying on my own bed, nude, with my legs wide open. Kate was sucking my pussy. We were both very turned on after playing that game with the little girls, having our hands all over their sweet bodies, and their hands on ours.

I was already close to an orgasm and might not have answered the phone at all, except that I was expecting the call from Hannah — and there was also the possibility it could be my mom calling about something important. So I reached over to the table and picked up the phone. Kate didn’t stop licking me.

“Hello?”

“Julie, hiya.”

“Hey, Hannah… what’s up?”

“Nothing special. Just wanted to say hi. I’m at Miss Firth’s, as you know.”

“Yeah, um… what’s her… what’s her place like? Is it a… house… or an apartment?”

I was nearly breathless with arousal, right on the edge of a climax as Kate fucked my cunt with her finger and sucked my clit at the same time. I only hoped Hannah wouldn’t notice.

“It’s a flat. Not a bad place at all. She has style, as you’d expect. Oh, and guess what?”

“What.”

“You know how she always dresses rather conservative at school? I mean, you can see her shape and all, but there’s no short skirts or cleavage or any such, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, when she goes out, it’s a different story. She looks like a tart.”

“A tart?”

“Julie, you should have seen her. So fit. Very short dress, high heels, tits on display, the whole thing.”

“Nice.”

“I couldn’t wait to get Cadence put to bed. It took forever, though. Not until almost 9:30 did I finally get her down. Soon as I was sure she was asleep, I diddled like mad while I thought all about Miss Firth. Came so hard, Julie. Then I called you. Naughty eh?”

“Yeah, naughty — unnhh!”

“What’s a matter?”

“Nothing. Um…”

Kate had just lifted my ass into the air. She had her hands under my butt, her mouth fastened over my pussy, her tongue thrusting deep inside my vagina. How could I possibly carry on a phone conversation in a position like that?

“Sorry, I better go, Hannah. I’ll call you back in, like, just a few minutes, okay?”

Without waiting for an answer, I clicked off the phone — then almost immediately climaxed in my sister’s mouth.

* * *

What a night that was! First, playing the sexy naked spy game with the two young girls, Emily and Samantha, along with Molly and Chelsea and Kate, of course. Then having Kate totally devour my pussy while I’m talking on the phone with Hannah, which leads to an unbelievably powerful orgasm. After that I repaid the favor by eating Katie, making her come twice, before tribbing with her until we both climaxed again.

Finally, nearly an hour later, I got back on the phone to Hannah. I felt kind of bad because it certainly wasn’t “just a few minutes,” as I’d promised. But anyway, I called her back and we talked some more. Right away she asked me what was going on, why I hung up so fast and everything. Although I didn’t come out and tell her, I’m pretty sure she realized that I’d been having sex. Who with, was the big question, obviously. She didn’t ask that directly, however, so I didn’t have to answer.

That wasn’t all that happened that night.

Around 1:00 AM, Mommy and Dana came home. Kate was already asleep in her own bed, but I was still awake, reading a novel. As soon as I heard the garage door open, I impulsively dropped my book and ran downstairs, naked. I suppose it was a good thing neither Megan nor Theresa was with them, because there I was in the kitchen, ready to greet them as they came into the house.

“Well, well,” my mother laughed, “aren’t we the luckiest pair… arriving home to find a nude young girl waiting to be fucked!”

So, of course, that’s what we did. We went upstairs to my mom’s bedroom and the three of us fucked each other for the next hour or so. I know I keep saying this, but don’t I just have the best life?

After we’d exhausted ourselves, having our fill of orgasms while trading stories about the exciting things we’d done that night — me with the spy game, feeling the naked bodies of a 9-year-old and a 7-year-old, and Mommy and Dana out with the other two moms, not only dancing, but kissing too, and humping each other on the dance floor, getting very dirty and very turned on — after all that, Dana drifted off to sleep. I was cuddling with my mother in the dark, fondling her breast, nibbling at her neck.

“I love you,” I told her. “Mommy, I love you.”

“I love you too, darling, more than you can imagine.”

“Can I tell you something? Something bad?”

“How bad is it?”

“Not that bad, but kind of bad, I guess.”

“Of course you can tell me,” she chuckled. “You know you can always tell me anything.”

I put my hand on her chin, turning her face toward mine so I could kiss her mouth. Then I said, “Well, it’s just, I like girls so much, really little girls… sometimes I think I’m kind of insane about it, you know? Anyway, I can’t stop thinking about them. I masturbate every night while I fantasize about girls like that, only like 8 or 9 years old, or 7, or even 6… like Laura. You remember her, at the Sapphic Retreat, in the orgy?”

“Yes, I do. I definitely remember Laura. She’s the youngest girl I’ve ever had sex with.”

“Me too. And I don’t know why it is, but I can’t stop thinking about girls like that. And, well, the bad thing is, earlier this week, on Wednesday night, I got out of bed and went into Molly’s room. It was about 11:00. She was asleep, of course. But I got in bed with her and started kissing her. She woke up a little bit, sort of, but mostly I just rubbed myself and kissed and licked her nipples until I came. After that, I went back to bed. I don’t know if she ever woke up at all, actually.”

My mother turned toward me, taking me in her arms, hugging me tightly. “I love you, Julie,” she whispered.

“I love you, Mommy. But… are you mad at me?”

“No, of course not. How could I be mad at you for doing the same thing I’ve done so many times? I know I have that school night rule, and there’s a good reason for it, but I understand. Sometimes lust is… well, it’s almost impossible to control.”

“I know, it is.”

She rolled on top of me and kissed my lips. I spread my legs and she nestled between my thighs, pressing her pussy firmly against mine. Luckily it was a king-size bed so we had plenty of room without bothering Dana, who was snoozing beside us.

Mommy kissed me again, slipping her tongue into my mouth, then whispered, “I love you so much, honey, for so many reasons. I love your intelligence and your warmth, and of course I adore your beautiful sweet body.”

We both chuckled at that.

She went on, “But I also love your honesty, your willingness, the way you openly share yourself with me and with others. That’s a wonderful quality.”

“Thanks, Mommy.”

As she was saying all these things, my mother was also grinding her cunt into mine, sliding up and down on me, fucking me.

“I think I started falling in love with you,” she told me, “when I realized that you like young girls just as much as I do, that we share that forbidden desire, you and I. It’s almost like we’re the same person, Julie, but you’re a younger version of me. Oh, I know that’s not really true. We’re very different in some ways. But we have so much in common, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, I do, but…”

It was amazing to me that she could have a discussion like this, speaking in complete sentences and everything, while also having hot lesbian sex. I could barely think, let alone speak.

“Mommy, I — you’re gonna make me — I — I’m gonna come!”

And I did. I climaxed as my mother fucked me, repeatedly thrusting her cunt against mine. I thew my arms around her neck, pulling her close, squeezing her, wanting to feel the warmth of her womanly body on top of me as I shuddered beneath her, gasping and groaning in the ecstasy of my orgasm.

Before I even finished, my mom was coming too. It only took her a few more seconds, moving on me faster and faster until she went over the top, crying out once, then burying her face in my shoulder, biting me. It hurt, but I didn’t mind. I loved it. I loved her — and I still do, more than anyone else in the world.

Continue on to Chapter 109

By Naughty Mommy

We were in my mother’s bedroom, in the darkness inside her walk-in closet, ten naked girls and women playing Undercover Spy.

Kate had informed us, before we all jammed into the closet and removed each other’s clothes, what the objective was. In order to win the game, one of the three teams would need to have the secret formula — the orange plastic water bottle — in their possession and be able to get to Mommy’s bed with it. That was the goal, the finish line.

In order to do that, of course, the potential winning team first would have to somehow wrestle the bottle away from Kate, the evil scientist. And even before that, we would have to find Kate, who told us she would be hiding someplace downstairs.

All this was understood. We knew the rules. And we had just completed the strip search, checking each other thoroughly for hidden weapons. None were found — only a lot of warm bare skin. Yummy.

So, the next thing was, Kate took each of us out of the closet one by one, told us to close our eyes and then spun us around in circles, making us dizzy. She led each wobbly player to another location, depositing one team inside the closet in Molly’s room, another in the closet in my room, and the third in the closet in Kate’s bedroom. We were allowed to open our eyes inside the dark closets, though we could see practically nothing. Once all three teams were in place, Kate called to us to count to 100 before coming out and then ran away to hide.

BLUE TEAM	RED TEAM	YELLOW TEAM
Suzanne, 32	Dana, 27	Megan, 26
Lindsey, 9	Hannah, 13	Julie, 13
Samantha, 7	Molly, 9	Chelsea, 7
EVIL SCIENTIST: Kate, 11

It took us a while to locate her. After completing the countdowns, the teams exited their closets and made our way downstairs in the dimly-lit house. But we couldn’t find that evil scientist anywhere! Finally Mommy decided to check the door that led from the kitchen into the garage. The second she opened it, Kate bolted past her through the kitchen and out into the family room, racing right by me and Chelsea too, who also happened to be in the kitchen.

I was amazed that Kate had been out there in the unheated garage the whole time. It wasn’t especially cold on that October night, maybe around 60 degrees, but still… anyhow, I didn’t have much time to think about that, because suddenly we heard a yelp and a laugh and what sounded like bodies tumbling to the floor.

We ran after Kate and discovered that she had plowed straight into Megan, Samantha, and Lindsey, who were on their way into the kitchen. The four of them were piled on the carpeted floor of the family room in a naked tangle of limbs. Megan had a grip on the plastic bottle, or actually a grip on Kate’s two hands which were holding the bottle. They were both laughing wildly. Megan was on her back with Kate lying on top of her — in the missionary position, you might say — and Samantha was crawling up Kate’s back, trying to grab the secret formula too.

Lindsey was kneeling on one side, pulling at the others a little bit, but mostly just watching and giggling. As soon as Chelsea spotted the orange bottle, however, she leaped into the fray. And when Molly ran up and jumped in as well, Lindsey decided to follow her lead. The others quickly arrived and soon we had a real donnybrook going, ten women and girls from age 7 to age 32 wrestling in the dark on the floor, nude bodies sliding all around on each other as we laughed and grabbed.

Eventually my mother managed to pull the bottle from Kate’s fingers. Mommy rolled off to the side, calling, “Lindsey, Samantha, blue team! I have it! Somebody take it and run upstairs!”

Before that could happen, however, Dana was on top of my mom, shouting, “No, red team!”

Hannah joined her, lying half on top of Dana and half on top of my mother, shouting just as loudly and reaching for the plastic bottle. Chelsea, the youngest player in the bunch, had her little hands wrapped around Mommy’s, trying to rip the plastic water bottle from her fingers. She never would have been strong enough to do that on her own, of course, but my mom pretended she was and let Chelsea take it away. She in turn handed it quickly to me, and I attempted to get up and run — but before I could, Molly, Samantha, and Lindsey were crawling all over me, and I lost that battle.

We all went on this way for maybe another ten minutes, the secret formula passing from one team’s possession to another, or sometimes back to Kate, the evil scientist, as we screamed and laughed and wrestled and rolled together on the floor. The struggle reached a climax when Hannah yanked the bottle out of Megan’s hands and deftly tossed it to Dana who was standing to the side, waiting for just such an occurrence.

With a whoop, Dana dashed toward the stairs, aiming for victory. The rest of us got to our feet as quickly as we could, but Dana was just too fast. The only one really close to her was Kate. Dana was already several steps ahead, however, bounding up the stairs three at a time. I’d never realized how athletic she was.

She reached the top with Katie close behind her and the other eight players clomping up the stairs after them. Hannah and I were in the lead of the second group, laughing joyfully as we raced side by side. As we entered the hallway, we found Kate and Dana on the floor. My sister had somehow managed to catch up to Dana and tackle her. Now she was basically sitting on the young woman’s face, wrestling her for the bottle. Hannah grabbed Kate, trying to pull her off Dana and attempting to grab the formula herself. I jumped in too. The others arrived and another melee ensued.

This time it was Megan who emerged with the plastic bottle. With a cry of “Yellow team!” she handed the bottle to Chelsea, who zoomed down the hall toward Mommy’s room. The door was open, so the little girl had a straight shot onto our mother’s bed. She dove onto it, followed immediately by Megan and then by me. We rolled together, giggling insanely, hugging and kissing, “We win! We win!”

The other players joined us, flopping onto Mommy’s bed, laughing, panting, congratulating the victors. I was concerned for a moment that the bed might collapse under the weight of ten people, but fortunately it had a sturdy frame and was able to hold us all.

After the giggling had subsided and we’d mostly caught our breath, my mom reached over and switched on a bedside lamp. She sat cross-legged, grinning at us, still breathing hard. I couldn’t help but notice a smear of creamy juices all around her pussy lips. She obviously had become extremely aroused during all that naked grabbing and tussling. I had too — I could feel the wetness between my own legs — and I wondered how many others were in the same condition.

“Wow, that was fun!” Mommy said. “And you know what? We never had dessert after dinner. Does anyone want ice cream?”

“Ice cream!” Molly screamed, and the other kids all screamed for ice cream too. We got up then and headed downstairs for our dessert, happily remaining nude as we sat in the family room, enjoying our treat.

“So, do you guys have this much fun every weekend?” Megan asked, with a twinkle in her eye. “I can see why Samantha likes spending so much time here.”

“Well, it’s not always quite like this,” Mommy replied. “We’ve never played that game before with so many people, for one thing. I’d never played it all, in fact, before tonight. But yes, my girls and I do like to have fun together as often as we can.”

As our mother said that last part, she winked at the woman. I knew what kind of ‘fun’ she was referring to, even if Megan didn’t. It made my clit throb to think about having sex with the tall redhead and her cute daughter Samantha — with everyone there in the room, in fact, all of us at once.

I looked slowly around at the others, at Hannah and Lindsey, at Dana and Chelsea, at my sisters Molly and Kate, and then at my mom, who gave me a little nod. It was as if she knew exactly what on my mind. Not surprising, I suppose, since sex was almost always on my mind, and on hers too.

Megan had finished her ice cream. She picked up her purse, which was on the sofa beside her, and took out her phone. “Hm, it’s almost 9:00. Guess I should probably head home, Suzanne, so you can start getting these kids settled down and ready for bed.”

I was hoping Mommy would try to talk Megan out of it, invite her to stay overnight with us or something, but she didn’t. Perhaps her instincts told her we’d already achieved as much as we could that evening with the woman, and there was no point in pushing for more. Anyway, Megan got up and started putting on her clothes (she’d brought them downstairs with her earlier). The rest of us just watched and stayed naked.

After Megan left, we had to decide who would sleep where. We hadn’t talked about that yet. At length we decided to do something along the lines of Molly’s slumber party, building a nest of blankets and comforters on the floor of the family room where all the girls would snuggle in together. I’d planned to have Hannah in my bed with me that night, but Lindsey insisted that she wanted her cousin Hannah down there with her, and me as well, so we agreed. Our mother and Dana would sleep together up in Mommy’s room — although I knew, of course, that they would be doing a lot of other things with each other before falling asleep.

It took a while to get it all arranged, but finally everything was set. We went upstairs and brushed our teeth, got goodnight kisses from Mommy and Dana, then trotted down again to the family room, seven naked girls ready for a cuddly sleepover.

Our mother had turned the heat down about a half hour earlier, so now it felt good to burrow under the blankets, huddling together for warmth. We’d decided to leave a small light on, since none of us was planning to go to sleep right away. There were plenty of other options instead, and we briefly discussed them all: we could read (no), watch TV (no), tell stories (no), play Truth or Dare (no), or — this was Hannah’s suggestion — we could kiss (Yes!).

Kissing was always a terrific option. It seems that whenever young girls are together at sleepovers, there’s always a lot of kissing going on and sometimes more advanced sexual play as well. I don’t know if it’s that way with boys, probably not, but in my experience when you get two or more girls in bed together, they simply can’t keep their hands off each other or their mouths separated.

Hannah and I had kissed quite a bit during our sleepover at their house, and Lindsey and Molly had too. I didn’t know until that night whether Chelsea or Samantha had done anything like that before — with each other, I mean — but we soon learned that they had. Even at only 7 years old, both girls were already very interested in kissing, and enjoyed practicing together whenever they had the chance. Of course, I knew Chelsea had been taught to kiss that way, using tongues and everything, by her mom, Dana. I wasn’t sure where Samantha had picked it up originally, whether from Chelsea, or from another friend, or possibly from her own mother, Megan. That didn’t seem likely, but you never know.

Anyway, it didn’t matter. It was time to kiss. Except when we began to pair off, we realized that since we had an odd number, one person would always be left out. I was initially matched up with Hannah, Chelsea with Samantha, and Molly with Lindsey, but Kate was on her own. She didn’t mind, though. She told us she would be a ‘rover’, going from one pair to the next, watching and then dipping in with one girl or another, taking kisses wherever she wanted them. That seemed fine with everyone.

For the next thirty or forty minutes, we kissed. Maybe it was even longer, I don’t know. It’s really easy to lose track of time when you’re kissing like that. And as Kate took turns with each pair, we ended up swapping partners, shifting around under the covers… effectively all of us became rovers then, trading and sharing and sampling, soft lips sliding together, tongues exploring, hands tenderly caressing.

Mmmm, god, that was such an amazing experience. I’ve had a lot of incredible erotic adventures in my life, even though I’m still pretty young, but this is one that stands out. Maybe it’s because it was the first time I ever kissed either Lindsey or Samantha — and you know how I feel about little girls! — or maybe it was just the sheer pleasure of all those smooth naked bodies bunched in side by side, how I could turn one way or the other and find a new partner, bring my mouth to hers, kiss her, play with her tongue, then roll over the other way and find a new girl to kiss.

It seemed to go on forever. I certainly wasn’t getting tired — in fact, I was getting super turned on — but eventually I noticed the younger ones, Samantha and Chelsea, beginning to fade. I don’t know exactly what time it was, probably close to 11:00 by then, but in any case, well past their bedtime.

So, we decided to call it a night. Kate got up and switched off the lamp, then climbed back in with us. She was on one side beside Molly, who was next to Lindsey. Chelsea and Samantha were snuggled in the middle, with me next to them, and Hannah beside me on the outside. We hadn’t started that way, but that’s how we ended up.

For a while, we rested in the dark. No one said anything. I’d expected some conversation but didn’t hear any, or at least none that I could decipher. It seemed that Molly and Lindsey might be whispering to each other, but if they were, it was unintelligible. I closed my eyes and tried to relax enough to fall asleep. I could tell from the way the little ones next to me were breathing, soft and slow, that they were already conked out.

Then I felt movement. It was Hannah. The girl’s leg bumped mine. Her arm seemed to be moving too, rhythmically. Smiling to myself, I whispered, “Hannah?”

A faint whisper in return, “Yeah?”

I turned from my back onto my side, facing her, then laid my hand on her shoulder. I could feel the action of her muscles. My friend was masturbating.

“Are you doing it?” I breathed in her ear, wanting to hear her confirm it.

A short pause, then, “Uh-huh.”

“Even with these… kids here?”

“I can’t help it. I have to.”

“I know what you mean,” I chuckled. “I’ll do it too.”

As I slid my right hand down to my crotch, I hooked my top leg over Hannah’s leg. My left hand was still on her shoulder, my lips beside her ear. “I like doing it with you,” I told her. “It turns me on.”

My vulva was warm and moist, swollen and very responsive. Even the first gentle touch of fingers on my labia made me shiver all over with excitement. I know it wouldn’t take long for me to reach climax. But I would have to be quiet. I hoped Hannah would be too. And then I thought of something else. I wanted to do more than just masturbate. It would be risky, but I had to try.

I started by shifting even closer to her, pressing my small breasts against her arm. I nuzzled at her ear, licking softly, breathing inside. Hannah giggled. I licked her ear again. She giggled again. Then I whispered, “Is it okay if I … touch you? If I touch your boob?”

“Um,” she swallowed. “Well… okay…”

Very, very slowly I let my hand drift down across her chest. Her breasts were still so small that I couldn’t even feel where they began. But then my fingers encountered a nipple, a wide puffy nipple, and I heard her gasp.

I played with Hannah’s nipple, touching it oh so tenderly, barely grazing it with my fingertips, feeling it swell and stiffen. The knowledge of what I was doing made my clit grow hard too, until it was sticking out like a pencil eraser. I was right on the edge, my pussy throbbing, dripping, nerves tingling, breath coming fast.

“Hannah,” I whispered in her ear, “I’m gonna come.”

“Me too, in a… in a sec…”

“But, like, let’s try to be quiet, okay? So we don’t wake the kids.”

“Okay.”

We masturbated together for another half minute or so, with my fingers tickling her nipple and my tongue licking at her ear. Hannah made no move to touch me, except to place a hand on my leg that was over hers. She gently squeezed my thigh.

I felt the surge begin, a tidal wave that could not be resisted. I tried to tell her I was ready, moaning, “Hannah…” but by then it was too late. The huge wave crashed over me, through me, in me, making my body shake uncontrollably. I tried hard to stay quiet, and managed, mostly.

Hannah came a few seconds after I did. She was able to remain almost completely silent, although her slim form shuddered again and again, jolted by powerful orgasmic spasms. I wrapped my arms around her, squeezing her, loving the feel of a girl’s body in the middle of a climax.

After she finished, Hannah turned on her side toward me and we hugged, just held each other, relishing the warmth and closeness, the soothing glow of our fading orgasms. I kissed her neck, sucking a little bit, not hard enough to make a hickey but enough to make the girl moan. Hannah pushed a knee between my legs, then rolled me onto my back. She was on top of me.

Hannah kissed my mouth and gently humped my thigh. I put my hands on her bottom, feeling the tight firmness of her perfect butt, squeezing, pulling her against me. I could sense her body trembling. She was either very turned on, very nervous, or both.

Breaking the kiss, she put her lips by my ear and whispered, “Julie?”

“Yeah?”

“Um, not tonight, not now… but someday… maybe soon, would you fancy doing, you know, more than just kissing? With me?”

“Yeah, I would.” I stroked the girl’s smooth back under the covers, long and lean and warm. “I’d really like that, if you want to.”

“I do. But, um… I’ve never done anything before with anyone, except just kissing. I think you have, though, right?”

“Uh-huh,” I nodded, “a few times. It’s nice. You’ll like it.”

“Good. All right, we will then.”

She slid off me and turned onto her side, facing away, but pressing her bum against my hip. I turned toward her, wrapping my arms around my friend, spooning with the girl. I kissed the back of her neck once or twice, but neither of us said anything more that night. Soon we were asleep.

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