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Kissing Practice, Part Two

  • Posted on October 21, 2015 at 10:00 am

By JetBoy

Kelly was out on her fourth date with Bart. Mom was out playing mah-jongg with her friends, like she did every Friday. I was idly thumbing through a cheap sci-fi paperback, passing the hours until Kelly got home.

Suddenly I heard a key opening the front door. It couldn’t be Mom, because she always came in through the garage. Besides, she’d only left fifteen minutes ago. So I figured it had to be my sister. Glancing up at the clock, I was surprised to see that it was only 8:30. What was Kelly doing home so soon?

I heard quiet footsteps in the foyer, and then Kelly came into the living room. The thoughtful, serious look on her face puzzled me… I could tell that something had happened. But what?

“Kelly… why are you home so early? It’s only–”

“I need to talk to you, Kris,” she said quietly.

“Well… sure,” I replied nervously. “What — what’s the matter?”

“Let’s go upstairs,” Kelly softly murmured.

My heart was pounding as we climbed the stairs to our room. Something was wrong. Was Kelly going to tell me that we couldn’t fool around anymore, that she had to be true to Bart? Would she never kiss or touch me again? The thought of losing what I had with my sister had me paralyzed with fear.

I sat numbly on my bed as Kelly closed the door behind her. She gazed at me for a long moment, and I felt as if I were about to burst into tears. Then she spoke.

“I… I broke up with Bart tonight.”

I was confused. “Why?” I asked softly.

Kelly sat next to me and looked at her hands. “I don’t love him.” Bewildered, I was about to speak when my sister raised her face to mine, transfixing me with her shining eyes. “I love you,” she whispered.

It was like the earth shifted beneath my feet. I could feel the blood draining from my face as her words hit home. My sister… in love with me? I felt exhilarated and utterly terrified at the same time. Unable to speak, I just stared at her, my mouth slack.

Kelly lowered her face, her eyes brimming with tears. “I’m… I’m s-sorry, Kris,” she gulped. “I didn’t mean for this to happen.” I could see her struggling not to cry. “We were just having fun, I thought… m-making each other, you know, feel good…” She sighed. “But, somehow… you and me — it became, well, a lot more.” She raised her face, and her eyes met mine. “And I fell in love with you. With my own sister!” A sob burst from her throat.

A torrent of feelings raced through me. I quickly knelt before Kelly and grabbed her hand. “Please don’t cry,” I whispered. I brought her hand to my mouth and kissed her palm, then gazed up at my sweet, wonderful sister, my heart brimming with emotion. “Oh, Kelly,” I said softly, “I love you, too.” I drew her into my arms, pulling her down onto the bed with me.

Her moist eyes held a question, and I answered. “Listen… I’m glad you broke up with Bart. I want you all to myself. I want to be your girlfriend.”

My sister’s face began to slowly light up. “Y-you do?”

I was practically dizzy with relief, unable to restrain a giggle. “You… you goofball. You nearly scared me to death, you know that?” Her eyes furrowed as I tried to explain. “I thought that you were gonna tell me you didn’t want to… be with me any more. That’s what I was afraid of. That you were about to dump me.”

“No way,” Kelly said emphatically, a smile illuminating her face like a sunrise. She squeezed my hand. “I’d never dump you, sis.”

“Better not,” I murmured, rising to my feet. She stood, too, and I wrapped my arms around her, holding my sister close. My lips brushed her ear as I whispered, “Take my clothes off, Kelly. Make love to me.”

Her mouth found mine, and we shared a warm kiss that quickly grew passionate. My hands slid down Kelly’s back to fondle her bottom, and she hummed her approval. Breaking away, she began to fumble for the buttons on the old flannel shirt of hers that I wore around the house. Clumsy in her excitement, it took Kelly longer to undress me than it should have, and she made little impatient sounds as she worked.

Finally, though, I stood before my sister, pulsing with anticipation as she drank in the sight of my nude body.

“You’re so beautiful,” she whispered. “God, how could I have gone out on all those dates with Bart, when the whole time I had you here, right under my nose?” She shook her head. “I was actually making out with you, Kris… and I still didn’t understand how I really felt, not until tonight.”

I drew closer, reaching for the bottom of the cute pink sweater she wore. “It doesn’t matter, Kel. I don’t think I knew I was in love with you, either — but I sure do now.”

With that, I began to strip my sexy sister. I took my time, wanting to savor the moment — pulling her sweater up and off, unhooking her skirt and letting it slip to the floor, unfastening her bra and sliding it over her silky arms, finally kneeling to slowly tug her panties down to ring her ankles. Somehow, the sight of Kelly’s bare feet stepping out of her undies totally thrilled me.

I gazed up at my sister, now completely naked. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I buried my face in the softness of her tummy, nuzzling her there, basking in the sweet perfume of Kelly’s skin.

“C’mon, Kris,” she cooed, giving my shoulder a squeeze. “Let’s get into bed.”

Moments later, my beautiful sister and I were lying beneath the sheets and kissing hungrily, as we’d done so many times before. Yet now it was different, completely new. For the first time, our lovemaking wasn’t a game — this time it was all about us.

We kept the pace slow and easy at first, exploring each other with a genuine sense of wonder. When I kissed Kelly’s breasts, or sucked on her fingers, or stroked her thighs, I kept telling myself, This is my lover’s body. I was greedy, ravenous for my big sister.

At one point we were lying entwined, mouths locked together, tongues dancing back and forth as we fingered each other’s pussies. I was moaning, on the verge of exploding, when Kelly suddenly broke away.

“Ooooohh!” I cried, frustrated. “What’re you doing, Kel? I w-was so close!”

“Shhhhh,” she soothed, touching my lips. “That’s why, sis. I didn’t want you to finish just yet.” With that, Kelly moved down my body, leaving a trail of kisses along the way until she lay sprawled between my legs. “I’ve thought about doing this to you for days — only I didn’t have the nerve, not until now.”

Then she began to kiss my pussy.

How do I describe it, that first time my sister went down on me? I’d heard some vague, hushed descriptions of oral sex from girls I knew, but nothing I took seriously. The idea of getting kissed “down there,” seemed more, well, ridiculous than anything.

But when I felt Kelly’s mouth touch my bare slit, I was lost to all reason.

Her kisses were incredibly tender at first, like whispered words caressing my sex. Then I felt her lips part as Kelly began to kiss me like a lover, the tip of her tongue joining in. Then she took that first long lick, trailing from the cleft of my bottom up to the tip of the clit.

Things got all crazy and mixed up in my head after that. My sister was going down on me while I stared sightlessly at the ceiling, her mouth and tongue taking me places I’d never been, never imagined could exist.

Like every time Kelly got me off, I felt the storm build inside me — gently at first, then swelling like a gray cloud filled with rain, the grumbling of thunder mounting into a deep roar. But now there was the warming glow of my sister’s love, mingling with the storm’s fury, feeding my pleasure. She loves me, I kept thinking, radiant with joy. Kelly is in love with me!

Then she took my clit between her lips and sucked at it like a tiny nipple — and everything came crashing down.

I’d never imagined feeling so wonderful. Like drinking from the sun, my soul warmed by its golden nectar. I trembled and shook helplessly, unable to do much more than absorb pleasure. And pleasure there was, in abundance. It seemed to last forever.

Finally, though, I lay limp and spent, just conscious enough to register Kelly taking me into her arms, nuzzling my cheek. Without thinking I turned my face to hers, lips parting to receive my big sister’s kiss.

Kelly’s mouth was wet from my pussy, and I moaned with delight to know that I was tasting myself as our tongues lazily tangled.

I felt so mellow and at peace with everything that I could have fallen asleep right then — only I realized with a fresh surge of excitement that my sister was waiting for me to make love to her.

Suddenly filled with renewed energy, I grabbed a squealing Kelly and wrestled her onto her back, then claimed her mouth in a rough kiss. I was on fire, bent on making my big sister come like never before.

Moving down Kelly’s body, I buried my face in her breasts — kissing and licking them all over, teasing the nipples with tiny bites that made her squeal.

Usually, I liked to linger over Kelly’s chest, spending a long while pleasuring her titties with my mouth and hands. But right then, all I could think of was her wet pussy and how badly I needed to get down between those beautiful bare legs and lick.

Before I knew it, I was on my belly, staring at her vulva and moistening my lips. Kelly’s sex looked lovely and smelled divine. She had a neatly trimmed triangle of pubic curls, a darker shade of blonde than the hair on her head.

With trembling fingers I opened her, revealing fiery pink flesh that shone with wetness. That’s her cunt, I thought, the word that I had never spoken before now echoing in my mind. My sister’s cunt.

Slowly, as if I had all the time in the world, I drew close, Kelly’s thighs brushing my cheeks. I parted my lips and, with the very tip of the tongue, traced along her opening as if it were a mouth.

“Ohhh, Kris,” she whispered, “th-that feels amazing…”

The taste of her, rich and thick, made me crave more — and I helped myself, covering Kelly’s sex with my mouth, my tongue probing into her.

Somehow I instinctively knew what to do; how to pleasure Kelly. Perhaps it was the sisterly bond between us, the tie of shared blood. Every swipe of my tongue had her mewling with delight, each kiss and playful nibble sent a quiver through her body that I could feel.

With quivering hands, Kelly cradled my head, held me to her while I licked and sucked at the entrance to her womanly center, my sister’s fluids flowing freely. I drank from her.

Kelly’s clitoris enticed me. As a young girl who regularly masturbated, I was on intimate terms with that special part of a woman’s body, that fleshy key that opened the gateway to delight. Licking a path along the delicate opening to her vagina, I gave my sister’s clit a tiny flick of the tongue.

“Oooooh!” Kelly squeaked. “Omigod, Kris… k-keep doing that!”

Eager to oblige, I closed my lips around the tiny bulb and began to suckle.

Kelly’s response was immediate, her slender frame first shuddering helplessly — little quiverings that soon grew almost violent as my big sister began to come.

A low moan issued from her throat, quickly mounting into a wild cry. Her thighs squeezed my face so tightly it hurt, but I soldiered on — nursing at Kelly while she squirmed beneath me, lost in ecstasy.

Finding my sister’s clitoris with a finger, I began to clumsily masturbate her, my mouth sliding down to cover Kelly’s dripping cunt once more. Her honey, thick and luscious, trickled down my throat as I sucked at the warm, fleshy opening, thirsting for more.

Suddenly she was thrusting me away, gasping, “Kris, stop! I can’t — I c-can’t — I can’t…”

Startled, I raised myself, falling back on my haunches, and watched Kelly as she sank back into her pillow, breath escaping from her like a slowly deflating beach ball.

She lay quietly for a while, motionless but for the rise and fall of her glistening breasts. Then her eyes slowly drifted open, and she gave me a sleepy smile. “C’mere, you,” she purred, beckoning me to her with a finger.

I nestled into my sister, and she cradled my face in her hands, gazing at me with adoring eyes. “I love you, Kris. Really love you.”

“I love you too, Kelly,” I sighed, every atom of me radiant with happiness. We shared a sweet, lazy French kiss, then I rolled onto my back, lying next to my sister. Her hand crept into mine.

Neither of us spoke for awhile. I guess I was overwhelmed right then, my mind whirling with the crazy reality of what had just happened between Kelly and me. How could sisters be in love with one another? There was nothing to compare these feelings to, no point of reference. I was an explorer in an unfamiliar land, making my way without map or compass.

Finally, Kelly turned to me. “Maybe it’s wrong for me to feel this way about you, sis,” she murmured, “but I don’t think so. Actually, I don’t even care if it’s wrong or not. I want us to be together, for always. Until we’re both weird old ladies — living in a big house full of cats!” She giggled, then gave me a shy smile. “What’cha think, Kris? Wanna be mine, for ever and ever?”

Tugging at Kelly’s shoulder, I coaxed her into my arms, her body resting atop mine. I placed a tiny kiss on my sister’s chin, then nuzzled the softness of her neck. “Yeah… absolutely. I’ll never want anyone like I do you.”

Our mouths came together again, and we kissed for a long while, our tongues playing little teasing games until I felt my desire mounting once more.

But Kelly broke away with a sigh. “Damn, sis… I want to make love to you again. But Mom’s gonna be home before long. We’ve gotta clean ourselves up.”

“That’s cool,” I replied. “No school tomorrow, after all… we’ll just pick up where we left off after she goes to bed. Hey, wanna take a shower with me?”

“Oooohh, great idea!” Kelly squealed. “I like the way you think, Kris. We can get clean and dirty at the same time!”

Hand in hand, we padded naked into the bathroom that adjoined our room, giggling like little kids while we climbed into the shower.

Was that ever an amazing experience! Kelly and I took turns soaping one another up, then we rubbed our slippery bodies together beneath the flowing water like we were dirty dancing, kissing again and again and again. Then Kelly’s hand found its way between my legs, and she began to masturbate me. Unwilling to let my big sister have all the fun, I sought out her pussy, exploring her with my fingers.

“Yeah, that’s it,” she panted. “Just… just like that, baby sister.”

I was licking her neck, holding Kelly to me as she slowly drew her nails down my back with her free hand. Then that hand was fondling my ass, two fingers probing in between to play with my butthole. I’d never even thought of touching her there, but it felt great.

The whole thing was freaky, but fantastic and wild — the way sex always was wild in the grownup paperback novels that the girls at school passed around under the teachers’ noses.

Before very long Kelly and I were clutching each other tightly, hanging on for dear life as we came.

My head was spinning like a yo-yo, and the heat we’d built up in the shower must have really gotten to me, because the next thing I remember is finding myself sitting on the slick tile, slumped against the wall. Kelly had just turned off the water and was reaching down to grasp my arm.

“C’mon, Kris,” she spoke soothingly, helping me to my feet. “Damn, you scared me for a second there — I thought you’d passed out!”

“I’m okay,” I muttered, though I still allowed Kelly to lead me from the shower stall. The air was cooler outside, and it managed to clear most of the fog from my mind.

“Hurry up and get dry!” Kelly demanded, yanking a towel from the rack and thrusting it at me. “Mom’s gonna be home before long… we spent too much time in the shower.” Grabbing the matching towel for herself, she began to vigorously rub her body down.

Moments later, my sister and I were struggling into our night wear — sweatpants and a faded old Elton John t-shirt for Kelly, candy-striped pajamas for me. Not a stitch on underneath, of course.

By the time we heard the loud hum of the electric garage door that signaled Mom’s arrival home, Kelly and I were sprawled out on the overstuffed sofa with the TV on, pretending to watch Johnny Carson.

“Hey, kids,” she murmured as she peeked into the living room.

“Hey, Mom,” we dutifully answered, then I added, “How’d the mah-jongg go?”

Entering the room, she set her purse on the end table. “Pretty good… I came out about fifteen, sixteen dollars ahead.” She glanced at my sister. “What about you — how was your big date?”

Kelly shrugged. “Oh, I dunno… I think I may be over Bart. He’s handsome and all, but all he can talk about is football, football, football. Gets dull as dishwater after a while.”

Mom snorted. “Well, so much for that grand passion. I suppose I should be glad that you’re discussing sports instead of making out.”

“Oh, we did some of that, too…” Kelly grinned.

“Do me a favor — spare the details,” Mom protested, raising both hands as if in defense. “Just don’t make me a grandmother for at least ten more years, okay?”

Kelly gave me a quick smile. “I promise.”

“Good.” Mom slipped out of her coat; hung it on the rack. “Honestly, I never really saw you as the kind of girl to be dating athletes, anyhow. I suspect you’ll probably end up with a brainy type. Good-looking, of course!” she added with a laugh.

My sister glanced at me again, a light in her eyes that made me a puddle inside. “Hmmm… y’know, Mom, I think you’re probably right.”

I could feel myself blushing hotly; luckily, Mom didn’t notice. “Well, I’m turning in,” she said, pausing to yawn. “You girls don’t stay up too late, okay? I don’t care if it is Saturday, you’re not lounging in bed until noon.”

“Okay, Mom,” I said. “Night-night.”

“Sweet dreams,” Kelly murmured.

“Night, girls.” Mom gave us a brief salute, then left. We heard the muffled cadence of footsteps, growing fainter as she made her way down the hall to her bedroom.

Kelly leaned toward me. “You go upstairs first,” she said, keeping her voice low. “Get undressed and into bed. I’ll watch this for another ten minutes or so, then come up and join you.”

I was grinning in delight, already craving more of my sister. Darting in to plant a brief kiss on her mouth, I got up, making my way to the stairs. Glancing back at Kelly, I felt a surge of renewed lust as she slowly licked her lips, reaching up to fondle her left breast, her eyes burning into mine.

Entering our dark bedroom my heart was racing. I quickly divested myself of my pajama top, stepped out of the bottoms, then slid naked between the cool sheets of my big sister’s bed. The dim illumination of Kelly’s clock spelled out the time: 11:23.

The next few minutes seemed to inch by, moving slowly as a glacier. I tried and failed to keep myself from looking again and again at the clock, wishing I’d told her, Ten minutes? Make it five, lover.

The thought of that last word made me shiver deliciously, and I passed the time letting the idea echo in my mind: Lover. My sister Kelly is my lover. I longed to shout it to the sky, to let the universe know about this amazing thing that had happened to me. To us.

Thankfully, it was only seven minutes before Kelly entered the bedroom. Closing the door behind her, she stepped into the spilled moonlight and posed sexily for me, hands on her thighs. “Hey there, baby sister.”

To this day, I still recall how beautiful she was at that moment — and how much I hungered to have her in my arms. “Hey, Kelly,” I whispered. “Come be with me.”

Her arms crossed as she reached down to grasp the hem of the t-shirt she wore, drawing it up and off to bare her breasts. Even in the pale, buttery light, I could see that her nipples were erect.

Turning around, Kelly planted both legs wide apart, shifting her hips to and fro like a belly dancer, but slowly, almost lazily. I felt the heat of lust bloom inside as I drank in the sight of her sexy movements, knowing that she was putting on this erotic display for my benefit.

For an instant I almost felt sorry for Bart Davis. What was he doing right then? Probably at home, glumly fondling his dick and moping over the hot night he’d expected to have with my big sister. The night I was enjoying instead.

Tucking her thumbs beneath the waistband of her sweatpants, Kelly slid them down, exposing the creamy globes of her buttocks one tantalizing inch at a time. I was hypnotized; heart smashing against my rib cage, the fierce, ravenous need for my sister squeezing me like the paws of some enormous beast. I wanted to leap from the bed and fall upon Kelly, take her on the floor where she stood, make her scream my name.

She pushed her sweats down to her ankles, straightening to step from them, pausing to pose for me. Her ass seemed to glow in the spilled light; a new moon, even lovelier than the one in the sky.

It occurred to me that, having lavished so much attention on other parts of Kelly’s body, I’d neglected that luscious bottom. Well, I’d make up for that soon enough. I wanted to hug it, caress it, shower it with kisses.

Kelly slowly turned and advanced toward the bed, the pad, pad, pad of her barefooted tread matching the thumping of my heart. Then my sister was beneath the sheets with me, her naked body pressed tightly against mine, mouths and tongues joined in a ravenous kiss, legs entwined.

I bathed in the clean, fresh smell of her, craving Kelly so desperately that I ached inside — never mind that we’d last made love less than an hour ago. We were in each other’s arms, morning seemed ages away, and the night was ours.

*****

From then on, Kelly and I were a couple; lovers in secret. We shared our bodies, our sex, our souls nearly every night, and in the daytime when we could. My sister and I exchanged valentines, wrote love poems, even bought each other rings with money we’d saved.

In order to maintain the illusion of being “normal,” Kelly occasionally dated boys; I did the same a couple of years later. Since neither of us would do more than kiss — and not much of that — the guys would usually grow impatient and move on before long. I had a stroke of luck at fifteen, finding a gay male friend named Edwin who needed his own camouflage. He and I kept a fake relationship going through my last three years of high school. I told him I was a lesbian, though he never knew about my sister.

We eventually had to confess the truth to our mother, not long after I started college. Concealing our love from her required too much effort and calculation for us to keep up, and the resulting stress was making us both crazy. Besides, we felt guilty about keeping Mom in the dark about such a huge part of our lives.

So one day, Kelly and I sat Mom down and broke the news to her as gently as we could. I was a bundle of nerves, and though my big sister seemed calm, I knew from the endless discussions we’d had on the topic that she was frightened, too. We simply had no idea how our mother would respond.

Imagine our surprise, then, when Mom informed us that she’d known our secret for several years! Kelly and I sat there gaping at her like idiots while she explained.

The seeds of her suspicion were planted, incredibly enough, by a certain look that she’d seen my sister and I exchange one evening. “I’ve been around the block a few times,” she said, “and I know what it means when two people look at each other that way, even if they are sisters.”

Once the idea had taken root, the signs of our sexual intimacy were easy enough to pick up on. We always shared my bed, then Kelly messed hers up in the morning so it looked as if it had been slept in. “You girls should have used the other bed now and then,” Mom told us. “One set of sheets was always a lot cleaner whenever I washed them.”

It turned out that our mother was less upset about us having sex than she was at our lack of honesty; she had always encouraged us to be open with her about anything and everything. This was the first time since we were kids that Kelly and I had worked so hard to deceive her, and admitting that made us feel ashamed.

Mom admitted that she didn’t really understand how sisters could fall in love. “Maybe murder each other,” she shrugged. “Lord knows your Aunt Linda and I came close to that a time or two!” She couldn’t help but worry about the huge risks my sister and I were taking; still, Mom gave us her blessing, taking Kelly and I into her arms when we both began to cry.

Our dear mother is gone now, and more than three decades have flown by since that momentous night when my sister and I kissed for the first time. We are still together, still lovers.

Kelly and I live in a small California town, a place where no one knows of the family bond that links us. We have kept our secret well, even from the few women who have shared our bed.

Both of us have indulged in brief flings and one-nighters with other female partners; never anything serious. Somehow Kelly and I know without saying so that we’re together for the long haul, come what may. It’s a beautiful valentine of a love story, and being part of it is the best thing that ever happened to me.

*****

When I first posted this story at Leslita two years ago, I dedicated it to Cheryl Taggert, one of the first authors of lesbian erotica that I encountered on the internet — and now my beloved partner at Juicy Secrets. From the first, her stories were always guaranteed to get my motor purring, and I quickly learned to keep an eye out for new ones. Joining forces with her and Naughty Mommy at this site has been one of the highlights of my year. I can’t give her a hug or a bouquet of flowers, so this little story of mine will have to suffice. Love ya, Cheryl.

Kissing Practice, Part One

  • Posted on October 21, 2015 at 9:53 am

By JetBoy

I’ve always looked up to my big sister Kelly. She is intelligent, sweet and beautiful, and I emulated her in every way. I used to dream of being as pretty as she was. We had shared the same bedroom since I was a little girl, and were close enough to actually prefer living together.

My sister and I were both incredibly bright, though very different in temperament. Kelly was the outgoing type, both brainy and popular. She was one of the stars of the debate team, and performed in nearly all of the plays put on by the theater department. In fact, she’d played the lead in the school production of Our Town — Emily, the girl who marries young and dies in childbirth — and gave such a great performance that she had most of the audience in tears, me and Mom included.

I was the quiet, smart kid; always with my nose buried in a book or writing poems, not especially into being noticed or making a splash. I saw being popular as too much work, preferring to have a few carefully chosen friends who really understood me. And my very best friend in the world was Kelly. I’d known for a long, long time how lucky I was to have an older sibling who didn’t see me as an irritant, or behave as if I didn’t exist.

Kelly made it her mission to assist me through my awkward preteen years. She was always willing to share the secrets of her maturing body with me as she grew into womanhood. Kelly showed me when her breasts started to develop, and I remember gazing in awe at her budding chest. When I got my period for the first time, her soothing words and little kindnesses made what might have been an awful experience into a happy one. She even let me know when she began to grow pubic hair, baring her private parts to me so I could see what was happening to her.

I felt happy for my sister, seeing what an amazing young woman she had ripened into — but I couldn’t help but feel impatient as well, since it sometimes seemed like I was taking forever to catch up. When she began to date, I wanted to as well, and I began to look at the boys in my class differently.

When I was twelve, and Kelly fifteen, she got asked out on her first really big date. That’s when our sisterly relationship started to become something more.

It was 1983. Ronald Reagan was president, Michael Jackson ruled the airwaves, and girls in our part of Virginia were still more or less expected to stay virgins until they married. Of course, a lot of them didn’t, but most of the girls at least pretended that they were chaste. No one wanted to be labeled a slut, after all.

By this time, Kelly had gone to a movie or two with boys from her class, but nothing serious. Then one day she came home, beside herself with excitement, and rushed me to our bedroom to tell me the news: an older boy had asked her out — none other than Bart Davis, the junior quarterback on the high school football team! I squealed as she told me about how he had asked her to go to the school dance with him, and how all the other girls were jealous. We went on talking for the rest of the day about how wonderful it was going to be for her.

Kelly was floating on Cloud Nine for the rest of the week. She confided in me that she was hoping that he would ask her to go steady, and shared whispered conversations with me at night about how awesome it would be to have Bart for her boyfriend. The dance was planned for Saturday night, and we were already planning her outfit on Wednesday.

But that Thursday, some of the older girls at school gave Kelly a hard time — saying she was still just a kid, teasing her about being too young and inexperienced to go out with a guy like Bart. She came home fighting back tears. It was her first real date, and she was suddenly afraid.

“Kel, what’s the big deal?” I asked her as we sat together on her bed on Thursday night. “I mean, like, he asked you out. You’ve gone out with boys before.”

“But this is different, Kris,” she told me. “This is my first real date at a dance and all, and he’s an older guy. Like, what if he wants to kiss me? I — I’ve never kissed a boy before… not a real kiss, anyway.”

“You haven’t?” I asked her incredulously.

“No,” she told me, “just a peck on the lips with Dan when we went to the movies. That was nothing.” She started to cry. “That’s what I’m worried about. He is going to, to expect me to know how to kiss him, and I’ve never even done it. If I mess it up, the other girls will find out — and they’ll never let me h-hear the end of it.” She was sobbing now. “Everyone w-will laugh at me, Kris!”

I wrapped my arms around Kelly and held her close. She continued to cry as we hugged. I wanted to help her out so badly, but had no idea how. I mean, this was my older sister, the girl I idolized, who I’d always thought of as being so much more worldly than me — weeping in my arms, terrified of flubbing her first kiss.

I patted her back consolingly. “You should practice kissing before you go out with him, Kel,” I murmured.

She gazed helplessly at me. “Who c-could I get to do that?” she cried. “If I asked any boy to help me learn how to kiss and the word got out, I’d be finished at school. Everyone would think I was a total geek!”

“Well… what about one of your girl friends?” I replied. “Like Lynn. She’d help you out, wouldn’t she?”

Kelly slowly shook her head. “I couldn’t ask another girl to kiss me, Kris. What if she told someone? I mean, Lynn’s a real friend, but she can’t keep a secret. And if that got around at school…” She shook her head again. “No way. I wouldn’t dare.”

I grimaced. “Yeah, you’re right. Lame idea.”

Suddenly Kelly sat back and stared at me. “W-would you try it with me, Kris?” she blurted, taking me completely by surprise. “Like, you and I can practice kissing together… couldn’t we? That way I’ll totally know how to do it by Saturday!” Her eyes were bright with excitement.

Her request took me by surprise — I didn’t know what to say! She was my sister, and I did love her, but I’d certainly never thought about kissing her that way. Heck, I’d never even thought about kissing a girl before. Back then, fooling around with someone of your own sex was not the available option it is today.

Still… her suggestion did seem kinda interesting. Weird, but interesting.

“Come on, Kris — it’ll be fun!” she squealed, enthused by this answer to her problem. “I mean, like, you’re my best friend, and we can learn together.”

“Yeah, but…” I started, not sure how I really felt about doing something like that with Kelly. She pleaded with me, though, and what little resistance I had soon faded away.

“Look, sis… you are going to want to know how to kiss someday, right?” she asked, her hand on my arm. “I mean, you’ll be dating yourself in a couple of years. Just think — you’ll probably be the only girl in your grade who’ll know what to do!”

Okay, that sold me on the idea. I smiled and said “All right.”

“Really?” she cried, clapping her hands. “Oh, Kris, this is going to be so great…” Then she fell silent, gazing at me shyly. It was awkward for a moment, the two of us staring at each other.

She took a deep breath. “Okay. Let’s do this. Why don’t you pretend that you’re a guy, and it’s our first date, and we’re parked in your car up at Douglas Point.” That was the local make-out spot.

Kelly fell silent and closed her eyes, waiting for me to make the first move.

I trembled inside as I slowly moved towards my sister, bringing my face to hers. Our lips came together in a soft, slow kiss.

We sat there for a moment, our lips pressed together, and I felt Kelly slowly wrap her arms around me. I felt her body press against mine, pushing me back onto the bed, then she shifted so that we lay side by side, our mouths still pressed together, both of us clad in our usual sleeping attire, t-shirts and panties.

Then her tongue slipped into my mouth, and I melted.

Before I even knew what I was doing, I was responding to my sister. Our tongues met, touching tentatively at first as we began to explore, our bodies beginning to throb with heat. It was my first French kiss ever, and I was so excited I was practically shaking!

My big sister and I were making out on her bed, and I loved it! My body was tingling, pulsing with new desires and sensations as we continued to kiss. Many years later, I still get chills when I think about my first “practice” with Kelly, and how happily I savored the sweetness of her mouth on mine.

Suddenly Kelly’s lips left mine, and I nearly protested — but then she was nuzzling my jawline, and I leaned back, mouth falling open as she slowly kissed a pathway down my neck. I adored the softness of her lips against my skin, her tongue tracing the hollow of my throat. She had shifted on top of me by this time, our legs entwined, and we slowly started to grind against one another. Things were getting quite heated when I pushed her head back and moved my lips to her neck.

“Oh Kris, that’s really nice,” she purred. I was kissing her neck like she had mine, tongue trailing along my sister’s beautiful skin, our bodies slowly sliding together as our embrace became hotter and more passionate.

Our kissing continued on for many minutes, both of us loving this mutual first experience at making out. When we eventually broke our embrace we both giggled and hugged one another, telling each other that it was a good thing that we’d just done, feeling happy and thrilled that we now knew how to kiss.

I had blissful dreams that night, reliving the sensation of my sister’s sweet tongue in my mouth.

The next morning was a bit awkward at first. At one point we were both naked at the same time, and there was an instant of sheepish embarrassment when our eyes met. It was a very weird moment that lasted for a few heartbeats, then we broke out laughing.

“Thanks, Kris,” she said, reaching out to touch my bare shoulder. “You really helped me last night. I’ll tell you all about how it went with Bart when I get home.”

I ended up daydreaming through most of my classes, thoughts of kissing my sister stuck in my head. I also found myself observing the boys around me in a new way, and I pictured several guys that I liked kissing me like my sister had done. My body was awash with new feelings, and I drifted home in a happy daze.

The wait was agonizing, as all I wanted was for Kelly to come home and tell me about her date. What I wanted even more was to kiss her again, but I wasn’t sure how she felt about that. After all, if she had a boyfriend of her own, why would she bother making out with her kid sister?.

I tossed and turned under the covers, growing increasingly restless as I waited for her. Suddenly I heard feet treading up the stairs, and sat upright as the door quietly opened and Kelly slipped inside.

She was positively radiant, smiling hugely, and clearly glad to see that I was still awake.

“Let me get cleaned up, and I’ll tell you everything!” she announced, then darted into the bathroom. I waited for her, beside myself with excitement. She was finally home, the moment of truth at hand.

She practically raced back into our room in her nightshirt, jumping into my bed before I could speak and seizing me in a big hug.

“He did it, he kissed me!” she exclaimed as she bounced on my bed, unable to keep from grinning. “It was so wild. We were alone, and he started to kiss me, and then he Frenched me. I’m so glad I got to practice with you, Kris!”

I was delighted that I’d been able to help my big sister, and my heart began to beat faster when she told me, “Y’know, the funny thing is, you kiss better than he does.” She placed a hand on my arm. “Wanna practice some more?”

“Yeah!” I replied immediately with a vigorous nod.

Kelly wrapped her arms around me and our mouths met, lips quickly parting, tongues meeting and mating. As our kiss deepened, we easily shifted about on the bed so that her thigh was pressing between my legs and mine rested between hers. I felt giddy with mixed pleasure and excitement when our bodies began to grind together — gently at first, then with a rising intensity.

Suddenly she drew back. “Would you do something else for me?” she asked, a hint of shyness in her tone. I was nearly out of breath, but managed to nod. Kelly had me so turned on that I was ready to agree to anything she wanted.

“I’m going on another date with Bart next Wednesday,” she told me, her fingers brushing my lips. I flicked at her fingertips with my tongue, not completely following what she was saying, I just wanted to kiss her more. At last we were on equal ground, both of us discovering things together.

What she said next definitely got my attention, though.

“The thing is, he’s older, and more experienced than me,” she told me as I took her finger into my mouth and sucked at it. “I think he’s going to try going to second base with me on our next date. I want to make sure I’m ready for him, so… would you, um, touch me here?” She gestured to her breasts.

I just stared at her as she brought her face back to mine, and we began to kiss again. She paused to shrug out of her bathrobe, leaving her in t-shirt and panties, then shifted so that she was beneath me and I was on top.

I knew what she was waiting for, but I was nervous. I mean, my own sister wanted me to feel her up! Too timid to make my move, I just kept kissing Kelly until she spoke again.

“Go ahead, Kris — I want you to,” she told me, taking my hand and gently pressing it against her chest.

My heart raced as I cupped the soft mound through Kelly’s t-shirt, slowly spreading my fingers apart. She moaned in response, then her mouth crushed into mine, her tongues darting between my lips.

Growing bolder, I began to fondle her breasts. My sister hummed her approval into our kiss, and I could feel my body growing hot with excitement.

We slowly drifted apart, sharing a wide-eyed gaze that said everything about what we were feeling right then. “Oh, Kris,” she whispered, “that feels wonderful. Don’t stop.” I continued to grope her while she drew in closer to nuzzle my neck, her lips and tongue driving me wild with desire as they lightly brushed against my skin.

Our bodies were sliding together, both of my hands now pressed against Kelly’s breasts. She began to suck on my tongue as I teased her nipples.

She suddenly broke away with a breathless gasp. “Hold on!” Clumsily raising herself into a sitting position, Kelly whisked her t-shirt off and threw it aside, then lay back down, pulling me to her. She sighed happily as my hands claimed her breasts, now wondrously bare. “Yesssssss…”

I licked my way down her neck, all nervousness gone as I explored my sister’s body for the first time. My lips found their way to her chest, Kelly’s heart racing frantically as she ran her hands through my hair. Her breast was inches from my face, and I knew what she wanted me to do.

When I ran my tongue across the erect bud of her nipple, my sister whimpered, “Omigod, Kris…” I took it into my mouth, sucking at the tip of her beautiful breast.

I was lost in a new world of pleasure. My body was hot and moist, my own breasts aching to be touched. I moved back up to her face, and we kissed long and hot, writhing against each other on my bed.

We kept at it a little while longer, and then we separated with one last loving kiss and lay back together, nestled side by side. Her hand found mine and gave it a squeeze.

“That was really amazing,” she told me as we cuddled. “You are helping me so much, and it feels good, too! Let’s practice again tomorrow, ‘kay?”

I spent the whole next day in anticipation of that evening. Sure enough, Kelly came to me that night for more “practice.” This time she made out with me, just like I’d done to her. It was amazing. Even though I hadn’t developed as much as Kelly, my breasts were wondrously sensitive, and the feel of her fingers against me was out of this world. I almost swooned with pleasure when she first kissed and licked my nipples.

Gazing deep into my eyes, she locked into a steamy embrace with me, breasts pressing together as our lips and tongues met.

I could feel how hard her nipples were as we hugged, arms passionately entwined around one another. I’d also become increasingly aware of the heat and dampness that mounted between my legs as we kissed, and I knew that she felt the same, just from the warmth of her own sex as it pressed against my thigh.

“Love you, Kris,” she told me, gently placing her hands on my face. I told her that I loved her as well, and we shared another intimate kiss, my sister’s fingers cradling my cheeks as our tongues swirled together.

We fell asleep in each other’s arms, our bodies nestled closely.

By the time of her third date, my big sister and I had been fooling around every single night. Although she did enjoy being with Bart, Kelly admitted to having more fun when she was with me. And although I was still thinking about guys and wanting a boyfriend of my own, those feelings seemed utterly insignificant when I was with my sister.

That evening, while Kelly was out, I mostly spent in my bed — trying to read a book I liked, but I was too restless to focus on the words. Finally, I put the book to one side, turned off the light and tried to rest, only to find myself tossing and turning, bombarded with images of Kelly and Bart kissing, his hands touching her breasts.

I was feeling some pangs of jealousy — but then I smiled when I remembered how Kelly told me I was better at making out than Bart. Still, I felt annoyingly restless, wanting my sister home and in bed with me.

I teased my nipples, the buds erect and sensitive. The familiar heat and wetness began to spread inside of my body and between my legs. For some reason, Kelly and I had yet to touch each other very much below the waist. I’m not sure why, we never discussed it. I was shy, I suppose… and perhaps it would have been crossing a line we weren’t quite ready to cross yet.

That night, however, I was feeling especially bold; longing for more from Kelly. I slipped a hand inside the panties I wore, fingers curving between my thighs. I’d masturbated before, of course, but something about the way I felt right then made touching myself feel absolutely amazing.

Suddenly I knew that I wanted to, had to, touch Kelly this way. This was what I’d been longing to do with my sister, although I hadn’t realized it until then. We’d made each other feel incredible, but had yet to experience the ecstasy of total release.

I nearly bit through my lip as I exploded in orgasm, moaning my sister’s name as I rubbed my pussy.

Bringing two fingers to my mouth, I tasted my sex. All I could think about now was Kelly, how I wanted to share this with her, how badly I longed to touch my sister like this.

I was brimming with anticipation and lust when Kelly finally got home. By now I’d shed my underwear and lay completely naked under the covers. She rushed into the room, stripped down to her panties and slid into bed with me, giving me a soft kiss.

“So… how’d it go with Bart?” I murmured.

“Oh, okay — I had fun,” she told me as she snuggled up to me. “But I’m glad to be home. I felt more like being with you, actually.”

“I have a surprise for you,” I told her with a smile as we shared a quick kiss and embrace.

“Oooohh!” she exclaimed as our bodies came together. “You’re naked!”

I nodded with a smile as she threw the covers back and stared at my nude body for a few heartbeats. Then with a giggle, she whisked off her own panties and drew me into her arms, our bare bodies entwining.

“Mmmmmm, this feels awesome!” she said to me as we pressed into each other. I could feel Kelly’s hot, damp opening against my thigh, and the warmth of her pussy was driving me wild with desire.

“Tell me what happened,” I urged as I kissed her.

“Let’s talk about it later, okay?” she whispered impatiently, “I’ve been wanting to kiss you all day.” She took my face in her hands and planted her mouth on mine. I purred with pleasure as her tongue slid between my lips and we kissed hungrily for a couple of minutes.

Her face was flushed and happy when we broke apart. “So…” she grinned, “what’s this surprise of yours?”

“I’d rather show you than tell you,” I said. “Just lie back.”

Wanting to see her naked, I threw the covers off the bed as she stretched out, smiling at me expectantly. I rolled on my side, facing her, and touched her gently. She smiled, and my hands began to roam over her nude body as my mouth sought out hers again. As we kissed, I trailed my hand down between her thighs, and we both moaned as my fingers brushed over her mound.

“Oh, yes, Kris! Touch me… touch my pussy!” she blurted, responding to my bold caresses.

“D-do you like that?”

“Ohhh, yes… ohhh, God, it’s so… OH!” Her body jerked as my fingers slid between her moist pussy lips. I touched her the same way I’d fondled myself, getting my fingers wet with the essences of my sweet sister.

Then I got a really hot idea. I brought my pussy-wet fingers up to my lips and tasted them.

Kelly got incredibly excited watching me do that, and her tongue joined mine. “Mmmmm…” we both purred as I held my fingers between our eager mouths. We both licked and sucked her juice from my fingers, and I gasped as she suddenly slid her hand down my body and between my legs, fingering me like I had her.

“Yes! Oh, yes… oh Kelly, d-don’t stop!” I cried as she toyed with my pussy. It felt great when I’d done it to myself, but it was unbelievable when she did it to me. My sister and I kissed hotly as we fingered each other, both of us growing more delirious by the second.

I wanted to go further, though — to put my fingers inside her.

“God, Kris — omigod that feels so GOOD!” she cried as I slipped one finger deep into her hot, slippery hole. Right away, she did the same to me… and the sensation was dizzying. I was trembling now as she began to slide that wicked finger in and out, in and out.

We quickly found a mutual rhythm, both us moaning as our pleasure soared even higher. I felt like I was going to explode, but the sensations just grew more and more intense.

Then Kelly touched my clit with her thumb… and that was IT! My body seized up as indescribable waves of purest ecstasy crashed over me, one after another. It was all I could do not to scream out loud. I could feel the breath shuddering out of my lungs in hoarse bursts of “Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh!” My hand was still between my sister’s legs, fingers frantically thrusting in and out as I worked to bring her off.

And then she was climaxing too, her face suddenly against my chest, her breath hot on my skin as she bucked and rocked on my hand. We leaned against one another, trembling as our orgasms crested and slowly — so slowly! — receded.

We slept together again that night, peacefully slumbering in each other’s arms.

I woke up very early the next morning, and gazed at my sister’s beautiful body. I had always wanted to be just like her, and now Kelly and I were playing sex games together. I shivered with excitement as I stared at her erect nipples, and lowered my head, extending my tongue to lick one.

Moving slowly, I slid my hand between Kelly’s legs and gently caressed the pink folds of her pussy. Her breathing grew faster as I toyed with her, and she slowly opened her eyes with a smile.

“Good morning,” she cooed. “Damn, that feels incredible.”

I leaned up to kiss Kelly as my fingers brushed her pussy, and she whimpered into my mouth as I pleasured her. She quickly became wet, and my finger was just starting to inch inside her vagina when we heard our mother moving around.

We quickly separated, and she dove into her bed just minutes before Mom opened our bedroom door. She told us both that it was time to get up, then left without a backward glance.

Laughing with my sister at what a close shave that had been, we both emerged from our beds and hugged. Entwining our naked bodies together, we shared a passionate kiss while cupping each other’s bare asses. It was a perfect ending to a wonderful night, and I could not wait for the evening to come, so I could play these sweet games with my beautiful sister again.

We did make out that night — and every night for the next week. The time we spent together naked and in each other’s arms was like a taste of paradise. I couldn’t get enough of my sweet sister.

Then came the night when things changed between us again.

Continue on to Part Two

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The Secret Society of the Pussycats Club, Chapter 10

  • Posted on October 20, 2015 at 12:53 pm

By Cheryl Taggert

For assistance in keeping up with all the characters, you can go here.

After the orgy Cheryl was on her way home with her daughters, Heather and Tina, along with Susan, Heather’s best friend. They’d had quite an afternoon together. It had been their first orgy together (Cheryl had been to a few in college), and of course it was the central topic of their conversation on the ride home.

Heather was curious about a number of things regarding her mother, but decided to wait until they were able to be alone before asking them. She instinctively knew that such personal questions as were on her mind were more likely to be accepted and answered when they had more privacy.

Tina, of course, had no such filter. “Mom, when can we do this again?”

“Did you like it?” Cheryl asked, knowing the obvious answer but asking the question anyway.

“Of course! Who wouldn’t?” Tina said.

“My mom,” piped up Susan. “She’d have a cow if she knew.”

“Your mom likes coming, doesn’t she?” Tina asked. “That’s what I meant. Who wouldn’t like coming?”

“I don’t know,” Susan answered. “It’s not like we talk about it. I can’t very well go up to my mom and say, ‘Hey, Mom, aren’t orgasms great?’ or anything like that.”

The girls laughed at this.

“Sure!” said Heather. “You could say, ‘So, Mom, how about we sixty-nine?’ You could even be naked when you ask her.”

The girls went into hysterics over that one. Susan, however, was only laughing on the outside. Inside, she was envious of her friends. She wondered what it would be like to at least see her mom having sex, especially with another woman. She glanced at Cheryl as she drove, imagining her with her mom. The truth was she’d considered sex with her mom before. It was a common masturbation fantasy of hers.

“You could say you had a nightmare and want to sleep with her in her bed,” said Tina, who was growing serious about the idea of Susan having sex with her own mother.

“My dad sleeps in her bed,” said Susan, “and there’s no way I’m doing anything sexual with him.”

Tina was disappointed her idea didn’t work. Shrugging, she said, “Yeah, I guess so. But it sure would be cool if someone could seduce your mom and get her involved with our fun.” Then Tina had the same thought Susan had a moment before. “Mom, why couldn’t you do it?”

Cheryl, who’d had to pay attention to her driving since they were now on the freeway and in some heavy traffic, hadn’t been listening to the conversation. “Do what?” she asked.

“Seduce Susan’s mom,” Tina answered. “We need someone to do it with her so Susan can have sex with her too.”

Cheryl was amazed the girls’ conversation had moved to that idea. “Honey, maybe Susan doesn’t want to have sex with her mom. It’s not for everybody, you know.”

“Sure she does,” said Tina. She turned to Susan. “Don’t ya?”

Susan thought about the many fantasies she’d had of her mom and blushed. Cheryl noticed this in the mirror and spoke up. “Tina, you’re embarrassing Susan. Stop this talk. She obviously doesn’t want to do anything of the sort. We’re different. I’ve thought about this for a while, and so have you and your sister. Susan is free to want what she wants — and not want what she doesn’t want.”

Susan was starting to feel awkward with Tina and Cheryl talking as if she weren’t there. She suddenly realized this was the only group of people she could admit her feelings to and not feel ashamed.

“But I do!” she blurted. The car grew silent except for the sound of the tires rolling over the pavement. Tina had been the only one in the car who’d taken the idea seriously, and even she was surprised at this open admission.

“You do?” Heather asked.

“Yes,” Susan answered. “I’ve thought about it a lot.” Tears suddenly formed in her eyes. They surprised Susan as much as anyone else.

Heather hugged Susan to her, wishing they didn’t have to wear the seatbelts so they could embrace more fully. “It’s okay, Suz!” she said. “We know how you feel. I’m just surprised you never said anything about it before.”

Cheryl spoke up, addressing Susan. “We’ll be at our house in a moment. We can talk then, okay?”

Susan sniffled and used her shirt hem to wipe her eyes. “Okay.”

Cheryl continued to drive the short distance and soon they were home. As they entered the house, Cheryl said, “Susan, do you want to stay the night?”

Susan nodded enthusiastically.

“Then call your mom and tell her I invited you to stay.”

Susan smiled and pulled out her phone. In a few minutes, all was arranged for the spontaneous sleepover.

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Candace, now totally nude and lying beside Carolyn on her sister’s bed, spread her legs. She could feel the air caressing the moisture of her pussy. It felt the way a hot iron must feel when water hits it. She knew her pussy was sizzling right now.

Carolyn looked at Candace, knowing what was about to happen. The thought made her clit begin to stiffen, despite the fact she’d just come only a few minutes ago. As she looked at her sister’s naked body spread before her, she decided to watch for a while before joining in.

Candace had nothing more than little bee-sting nipples. They were often sore, but when she was horny, that soreness easily became erotic sensitivity. She reached up with her left hand and began to massage her nipples, which were the color of raspberries and about as big. She closed her eyes to concentrate on the shivers of sexual thrill that vibrated from her little nipples to her pussy. She could feel her clit responding to her touches.

As Carolyn watched her baby sister pleasuring herself, her own pussy began to respond. She had watched this same thing maybe a thousand times, but she never tired of it. The two sisters were completely familiar with each other sexually and had watched each other masturbate countless times. Carolyn knew Candace loved to watch her get herself off just as much as she loved watching Candace do the same. They often would get together on their sofa in the TV room and lie with their backs to the arms of the sofa, facing each other as they manipulated their pussies to orgasm. Sometimes, they even made a game of it, seeing who could get there first.

Candace was ignoring her sister for the moment while still knowing she was watching her. And almost certainly getting turned on. Candace loved having her big sister watch her masturbate. The thrill it produced was fed by the knowledge that Carolyn, who was seventeen, got turned on watching her ten-year-old sister. The adoration fed Candace’s ego, making her feel pretty and desirable. Such emotions might be rare in most girls her age, but all Candace knew was it turned her on a lot to be admired and loved by her sister in such a way as this.

She felt sorry for any girls who didn’t share with their sisters what she and Carolyn shared. Age, as Carolyn often said (as well as Aunt Daphne), is just a number. She knew her big sister loved her in every way imaginable. They had even discussed living together when Candace became an adult — maybe sooner if their parents would let Candace move in with Carolyn when she moved out of the house. Candace was all too aware that her sister would be leaving home eventually, long before she herself was old enough to live on her own, and sometimes her heart would freeze at the thought and tears would fill her eyes and spill down her cheeks. For this reason, Candace cherished their moments together like this. So it was this she was thinking about as she slowly moved her right hand to her pussy and began rubbing softly.

Carolyn could feel her mouth watering at the vision of her sister. Candace’s right hand had begun to gently probe the inner folds of her own pussy while her left hand was tenderly massaging her tiny breast buds. Carolyn listened to Candace’s breathing, melting with the thought of her sister’s passion.

Candace gathered the sticky fluids of her pussy on her fingers and smeared it over her inner labia, moistening the lips to make them slick. She didn’t get as wet as Carolyn did, but Carolyn had explained to her that ten-year-old girls didn’t produce as much pussy juices as older girls do. “Your clit’s ready for sex, but your vagina isn’t,” she’d said and laughed. Still, she was able to produce enough to lubricate herself. She kept her eyes closed and listened to the slick sounds of her fingers sliding around her pussy, passing across her sensitive clit, bringing small spasms of sexual joy that rippled through her body with each electric touch, each searing contact with her compact bundle of nerves that made this activity so satisfying.

Carolyn watched and listened as her sister’s hand movements bumped things up a notch. The fingers were no longer slowly exploring her pussy, spreading the lubricating juices to make the act more enjoyable. Now she was beginning to masturbate in earnest. Beginning to rub her clit with the goal of achieving an orgasm. Carolyn likened this transition to shifting gears in her car. First gear was the “get comfortable” stage. This was what she thought of as second gear, the “okay, let’s get this moving” stage. She sat up in her bed and sat with her legs crossed beneath her and her knees spread, revealing her pussy. She looked down at the shaved and waxed pussy, admiring it for the millionth time, and smelling the wonderful aroma of sex that rose from it to her nose. She could also detect Candace’s scent, one she was very familiar with, after all.

Candace felt her sister move in the bed. She knew Carolyn was now sitting up to her right and admiring her naked body and enjoying her baby sister’s little show. She could hear her breathing now, quicker than before, nearly matching her own breaths. She opened her eyes and looked at Carolyn, whose own eyes were fixed on Candace’s middle, admiring her hairless pussy and the hand that was pleasuring it now. Carolyn’s right hand had started to pinch her right nipple. Candace watched as the button of prominent flesh puckered and strained for more touches. Her own mouth watered to taste her big sister’s breasts. She hoped Carolyn would make a move toward her, but she decided she would wait. If Carolyn wasn’t interested in doing more than watching, Candace would be fine with that.

Carolyn was well aware she was in love with her little sister. She could think of nobody she would rather be with, whether it was in bed or at the mall. Many of her friends thought she was weird for loving to be with her so much, but she didn’t care. She was in love with her, and that’s all that mattered. She’d seen enough. Candace was moving into third gear, a much faster rubbing designed to bring the pussy near enough to climax that a final push with a hand blurred by speed — fourth gear — would push things over the edge. She looked up toward her baby sister’s face. Candace’s mouth was slack with the passion she felt. Candace’s eyes, glazed with desire, were watching her. Begging, actually.

Carolyn reached out and her hand joined Candace’s hand. Now they were both rubbing Candace’s pussy. Wet sounds filled the room, joined by Candace’s moans and squeals. She was getting close now.

Carolyn moved down between her baby sister’s legs and dove into the open, inviting pussy. Her tongue joined Candace’s vibrating fingers, joining in the welcome assault of her clit and feeling the hard nub beneath her lips and tongue as it strained to bring the ultimate joy to Candace.

Wetting the index finger of her right hand, Carolyn began to toy with Candace’s small, puckered anus. Carolyn knew from experience this one spot nearly drove her sister wild when it was touched during sex.

This time was no different.

Candace nearly screamed with the erotic thrill that was beginning to pass through her as her older sister tongued and kissed her clit while her finger tickled her butthole. In seconds she was coming, spasms wracking her body as the electric thrill of orgasm raced through her. She could feel her nipples reacting to the onslaught of pleasure. Her tummy clenched and relaxed, clenched and relaxed, as the waves of her climax ran its course like sudden tide shifts, first coming in, then going out, and repeating the powerful ebb and flow of coming.

Finally, she could take no more and pushed her sister’s head away from her throbbing pussy. Carolyn always loved this act. It meant Candace had reached the epitome of joy and satisfaction. Carolyn knew that feeling as well. Her clit was at least as sensitive as Candace’s, and when she came the pleasure sometimes grew so intense she could not stand for anything to touch her clit.

Carolyn watched as Candace caught her breath. Once recovery was nearly complete, Carolyn moved to where she could sit on her sister’s face. This was something they often did, and each girl loved to have her sister in such a wonderful position.

Candace smiled and reached up. Grasping Carolyn’s hips, she eagerly pulled the pussy towards her mouth.

Candace spent about ten seconds enjoying the taste of her sister’s soaked pussy. Her first lick brought nearly a mouthful of nectar, and she swallowed greedily. Soon, she was sliding her tongue and lips across her big sister’s pussy, determined to give her an orgasm at least as amazing as the one she herself had just had.

It didn’t take long. Within two minutes of starting to make oral love to Carolyn’s pussy, Candace could feel the contractions of orgasm against her tongue and lips. Carolyn screamed out with the intensity of her orgasm, long guttural syllables that said nothing, but communicated everything. Carolyn shook and jolted, jerking rhythmically with the bolts of lightning that were cascading through her as the orgasm consumed her body and mind.

“Enough! Enough!” she gasped, as the limit of pleasure was reached and exceeded.

Soon, the sisters were lying beside each other, kissing softly and exploring the other’s mouth with her tongue. There was no urgency, just love and contentment in the kisses.

Carolyn smiled at her little sister, just ten years old but so adult in so many ways.

“I love you,” they said simultaneously. They giggled at this timing, so sweet and so perfect, and stared lovingly into each other’s eyes.

“We need to get up and get dressed,” Carolyn said. “Mom will be home soon.”

“Yeah, I know,” said Candace without moving.

“Really,” Carolyn said, beginning to stir.

“Yeah,” said Candace, trying to hold her there.

Carolyn began to laugh and struggled to extricate herself from her sister’s embrace, and it became a sort of wrestling match, complete with giggles. Soon, she’d succeeded in getting away and sat up, getting off the bed to make sure Candace couldn’t lock onto her again. She realized that she was happy to be up, but sad at the same time because she had to get up despite her desire to lie there with her sister for the next few hours.

“C’mon. We need to make my bed. It’s a mess. If Mom sees it, she’ll know someone had sex in here.”

“Your room smells like a pussy juice factory. She might know anyway,” said Candace.

“Well, she knows I masturbate, so she’ll just think that from the smell. But no way would my bed be this mussed.”

“That’ll teach you to get caught,” said Candace, smiling. She was aware their mom had caught Carolyn masturbating when Carolyn was fourteen.

“She wasn’t mad. Just embarrassed she’d caught me like that.”

“Hey, she’s the one that walked in on you when you were in the shower,” Candace said.

“Yeah. The weird thing was it wasn’t until I turned around that I knew she was there. I’ve wondered if she planned to watch me come.”

Candace scrunched up her nose in confusion. “Why would she do that?”

“Hey, her little sister is into little girls. Maybe Mom is too.”

“I guess I never thought of it like that,” said Candace.

Carolyn knew more than she was telling, though. She thought about Aunt Daphne’s stories of what she and their mom did when they were young. Carolyn had been sworn to secrecy, and this was one secret she’d managed to keep. She wasn’t sure how Candace would take it if she knew their mom had seduced her own little sister when they were kids. Their mom was four years older than Aunt Daphne, and Mom had seduced her sister when she was thirteen and Aunt Daphne only nine.

“Well, I don’t want her to know about the two of us,” she said, wondering if Mom would be that shocked or would even mind, for that matter, if she did know. After all, she’d done the same thing from the time Aunt Daphne was nine, and they’d continued fooling around until Mom and Dad married, according to what Aunt Daphne had said, and that was when Mom was twenty and Aunt Daphne, sixteen.

Candace got up and the girls got dressed and made the bed. They arrived downstairs and had just turned on the TV when their mom walked in the door.

“Just in time,” whispered Candace.

“Next time, we may not be so lucky, so get up when I tell you, okay?”

“Okay,” said Candace, and the girls sat back, thinking about how fortunate they were.

Continue on to Chapter 11

Serendipity, Chapter 40

  • Posted on October 19, 2015 at 2:20 pm

By Naughty Mommy

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“Whee!!” Gwen picked Bambi up once again, lifting the girl and tossing her into the waves. Bambi squealed in pleasure.

Kelly had to wonder, though, if Bambi was squealing not only because it was such fun, but because when Gwen lifted her, she had a hand right between the little blonde’s legs, actually grabbing her crotch! She’d been really surprised to see the way Gwen touched the girls, every one of them, including her own sister, Paige. Her hands went everywhere on their slender young bodies, groping and caressing, and they all seemed to love it.

Jordan loved it maybe most of all and played with Gwen just as aggressively as Gwen played with her. The tall teenager was wearing another one-piece Speedo, except this one was lime green instead of red. The suit clung to her and defined her form, erect nipples jutting through the wet fabric, the cleft of her pussy plainly revealed. These seemed to be targets for all the girls, especially Jordan. Now, as the 7-year-old climbed on Gwen’s back, she reached around and squeezed the teen’s breasts, deliberately pinching the hard nipples. Gwen cried out in delight. Earlier, Kelly had watched Bambi, Amanda, Paige, and certainly Jordan groping Gwen’s crotch. Only the twins held back on the most aggressive touching.

Kelly spent most of her time with Holly and Hailey, and as she watched Gwen, Kelly became bolder too, putting her hands right between her sisters’ legs as they cavorted in the water, stroking their little pussies through their bikini bottoms. They both laughed excitedly and grabbed her as well, touching her breasts through her skimpy top. She began to ask herself how far things might actually go with their sexy games in the ocean waves.

Just then Gwen called time out, however, telling the girls she needed a rest.

“Awwww!!!” they chorused, begging her to stay and play some more. But she strode toward the shore and beckoned them to follow her, which they did.

“Anybody want ice cream?” Gwen asked, as they reached dry sand. Of course six little girls said they did, or screamed they did.

“Okay, well, I bet if we all go ask our moms really nicely,” said Gwen, “if we crawl up on their laps and rub ourselves against them and kiss them, I bet they’ll say we can have ice cream.”

That idea went over big. The girls raced up the beach toward the reserved area where their mothers were getting drunk and flirting with each other.

Kelly and Gwen walked along more slowly behind the kids, shaking their heads and smiling as they watched them run.

“Hey, um,” Kelly said,” I wanted to ask you something. Or actually, my mom, my moms, wanted to ask your mom if you guys would come to dinner tonight. At our condo. You know, have dinner with us tonight. Barbecued chicken.”

“Oh, yeah, that sounds cool. I think we can. I’ll ask my mom.” Gwen smiled down at Kelly and took her hand, giving it a squeeze. Kelly’s heart practically burst out of her chest.

Jordan jumped onto Stacie’s lap, Amanda onto Tina’s lap, and Paige onto Eve’s lap. Angela was standing up, so Bambi simply hugged her tightly and started riding her thigh. Stephanie, who was in a lounge chair, found herself with a twin astride each leg, hugging her and kissing her.

“Ice cream! Ice cream! Ice cream!” the girls all sang out at once.

They got their treat, obviously. Their moms each had enjoyed several drinks by then, and when you combined that with the effect of having sexy little girls kissing and caressing and humping them, the women would have agreed to almost anything.

Eve actually thought it was pretty funny that 11-year-old Paige, who normally tried to present herself as mature and advanced for her age, was sitting on her lap, calling her Mommy instead of Mom, and using baby talk to beg for ice cream. At the same time, though, Eve kept one eye on Stephanie, who was seated next to her, watching to see how how the woman would react as those little blonde twins rubbed their wet bodies against her. Was it possible, she wondered, that Stephanie and Veronica had the same kind of relationship with their daughters that she now had with Gwen and Paige?

The moms gave them money for ice cream and the girls ran off together toward the snack bar, all except Kelly and Gwen who stayed behind. Both were looking for an opportunity to talk with their mothers about dinner plans.

As the girls zoomed off, giggling and shrieking, Angela and Carol sat down to become better acquainted. Eve and Veronica and Stephanie were sort of huddling together along with Gwen and Kelly, so this left Stacie and Tina to smile shyly at each other as they nursed their beers.

Finally Tina approached Stacie. “Hi,” she said.

“Hi.”

“I’m Tina.”

“Yeah, uh, hi, I’m Stacie. And your daughter is… I’m sorry, I don’t remember her name.”

“That’s okay. It’s Amanda.”

“Oh, yes, Amanda. Such a pretty name. And my little girl is Jordan.”

“I do remember her,” Tina chuckled. “With so much energy, she’s hard to forget.”

“You’re right about that. She’s a ball of fire.”

Nearby, Stephanie was saying, “It’s a little awkward, you already being here with another group and ordinarily we wouldn’t do this, but Kelly is just…… no, I won’t blame her. She wants to spend more time with Gwen, and we really would like to get to know you, and, uh, Paige, right? We’d like to get to know all of you better.”

“Well, sure, that sounds very nice,” Eve smiled. “I don’t see why we shouldn’t. Thank you.”

Kelly and Gwen giggled and grinned at each other, still holding hands.

“I finally accepted their offer and sold the business, only a few weeks ago, in fact,” Carol told Angela. “So now I’m on my own, a woman with time, and money… and desires.”

“Mmm, I know what you mean. I’m in a similar circumstance. That is, my family has considerable holdings which I manage, but that still leaves me plenty of time to pursue my — I really should say our, since they are Bambi’s interests as much as mine — to pursue our special interests. We travel around and meet people, and… we enjoy them.”

“I see. And, uh, could there be any special sort of people you like to enjoy?”

Angela smiled at Carol. The woman was quick. Somehow she’d seemed to grasp almost instantly what sort of interests were being alluded to.

“Well, yes, we do have a… preference, if you will. We enjoy it the most when we are able to get to know attractive moms with young daughters. Single mothers, mind you. Frankly, I’m not at all interested in men, and neither is Bambi.”

“I should hope not,” Carol chuckled, considering that Bambi was only 10.

“She does enjoy women, however, very much, and girls too, of course. I don’t mind telling you that because I suspect you’ve already guessed it.”

As Carol nodded, Angela gazed at the woman for a moment, their locked eyes conveying a deep understanding. Then she turned to look at Veronica, and Stephanie, and Kelly. She thought about the other little girls who were part of Carol’s extended family, the twins, Holly and Hailey, and the littlest angel, Jordan.

“You know, I wonder if perhaps we…” Angela began as she turned back to Carol. But just then Eve came over to them.

“Would you think me terribly rude, Angela, if I said I’ve made plans for tonight, and that we won’t be able to join you for dinner?”

“No, of course not, darling. It’s perfectly fine. You’re not tied to me — although I do have a secret fantasy about tying you up some night and having my way with you.”

Carol laughed and clapped her hands as Eve turned red. Angela stood and gave her a little hug. “I’m sorry, my dear, I shouldn’t tease. You go have fun tonight with your new friends. I want you to. We’ll get along fine, I assure you.”

“Yes, I’m sure you will,” Eve smiled, her blush starting to fade. She gave Angela a kiss on the cheek, then returned to Stephanie and Veronica and accepted their dinner invitation.

Angela sat down again, and Carol asked, “What was it you were going to say, earlier…? You were thinking about something.”

“Oh, yes. Well, it’s just this. I know it may seem presumptuous, but it occurred to me that it might be fun for all of us to have an excursion together, to get away on our own for a day, out on the water where we can have some real privacy and be able to do anything we want with each other.”

Carol was impressed. This blonde bombshell seemed to be a big thinker. She smiled and winked at her. “Get away, and then… do anything we want with each other?”

The woman simply nodded and licked her lips.

“That would be nice, very nice, but… what do you mean by ‘out on the water’? Do you mean on a boat?”

“Yes, certainly, a yacht. I know someone, a private charter I’ve used before, with an all-female crew. Ahem, a lesbian crew. They’re quite discreet, not to mention very attractive and extremely friendly too.”

“Hmm, this is sounding better all the time. All of us together, mothers and daughters, on a yacht with a lesbian crew… wow…”

Angela took out her cell phone. “Let me see if I can find their contact information… where is it, where is it… ah, here it is, Carte Blanche Charters. What do you think, shall I give them a call?”

“Sure, but I’d guess this is going to be pretty pricey, right? So, let’s agree to split the cost, half and half, you and I.”

“Well…” Angela hesitated. It was in her nature to always want to pay for everything.

“Come on, I want to,” Carol said. “Don’t worry, I can afford it, I’m loaded. And besides, it’s in such a worthy cause, I’d spend any amount to make something like this happen.”

With a sly grin, Angela leaned forward, bringing her face right up to Carol’s. She kissed the woman tenderly on the lips, and said, “I think this could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship.”

Carol returned the smile, then put her hand behind Angela’s neck and pulled them together again, kissing her wetly right in front of everyone.

“Gosh, look at those two,” Tina said to Stacie. “They’re getting really friendly really fast.”

“Yeah,” Stacie smiled, “my mom is like that now. Ever since my father died, she’s been, well, she kind of just goes ahead and does whatever she wants.”

Tina giggled, “And Angela, I can tell you from experience, is that way too. She sees something, she wants it, and then she gets it.”

“Looks like they’ll make quite a pair.”

When the sweet but indecent lesbian kiss ended, Angela turned to look at the others, leering and licking her lips. It seemed that she was about to say something to them, but just then her cell phone, which she still held in her hand, began singing.

Tina smiled to herself. She recognized the ring tone. It was Katy Perry’s song, “I Kissed a Girl.”

“Yes?” Angela said, the phone to her ear. “Oh, hello, Sheila darling, how are you?”

As she was conversing with the caller, the little girls returned, each licking an ice cream cone — although in Jordan’s case, it appeared that half of the treat was on her cheeks and chin. Stacie chuckled and grabbed a napkin so she could clean her daughter up a bit.

—————

A half hour later, all the arrangements had been finalized. Plans were set for the night: Eve and her daughters would join Carol and her group for a barbecue dinner at the condo, while Angela and Tina had accepted an invitation to dine with Sheila, Bridget, and their girls at Sheila’s house. And on Thursday, in two days, an even more exciting event was awaiting: all of them together, nine women and eleven young girls, would embark on a pleasure cruise out in the ocean. A whole day and night on a luxury yacht — what an adventure that would be!

The kids played in the water some more that afternoon (with Gwen and Kelly getting even naughtier in their groping and fondling) as the mothers conversed and drank and flirted, and later a giant sand sculpture was constructed under Paige’s direction, but by around 4:00, they all decided it was time to part. Eve and her girls went to their rooms to shower and change clothes for dinner, while Angela and Tina and their two daughters headed up to the penthouse suite to do the same.

Carol, Veronica, Stephanie, and Stacie strolled back toward the condo with the children running ahead. Kelly was giddy with joy, her feet barely touching the sand as she chased after Jordan and the twins. When she and Gwen had said goodbye, or actually “see you soon,” Gwen had given her a soft kiss, right on the lips! Kelly didn’t know what else might happen later — although it seemed that almost anything was possible — but right now she was as happy as could be.

“What did you think of… of Eve, and her girls?” Stephanie asked the other women as they walked. “Did you get the impression that they, that the three of them, well, you know…”

She wished she could be more straightforward with her question, but for some reason it was difficult to come right out and say it.

“Like us, you mean?” Veronica grinned. “Are you asking if we think she fools around with her daughters? Has sex with them?”

Stephanie started to reply, but Carol said, “I’ll bet she does. I’m quite sure that Angela has sex with Bambi. She as much as told me so.”

“Really??” Stacie and Stephanie asked in unison, eyebrows raised.

“Yes, really,” Carol chuckled. “I wouldn’t be at all surprised if Eve has had sex with her girls, and, uh, what’s her name, Tina and little Amanda too.”

“Wow…” Stacie breathed. “So we’re not the only ones.”

“No, we’re not,” Carol continued. “I don’t think we are anyway. I’m not certain about the others, the women Angela and them are having dinner with tonight, but who knows? Maybe them too. It could be we’ve stumbled upon a big group of incestuous moms and daughters.”

They were all quiet for a minute while they thought about that.

As they stepped up onto the deck of the condo, Stephanie said. “I suppose it all might be true, but just the same, I think we’d better go kind of easy at first tonight. We don’t know for sure, and it could be pretty messy if we said something to Eve and, well… if it wasn’t true.”

“But if they aren’t doing anything yet, don’t you think we should initiate them?” Carol asked, a twinkle in her eye.

Stephanie frowned and was about to respond, but Carol put a hand on her arm. “No, it’s all right, honey, I’m kidding. Don’t get upset. I won’t say anything that will embarrass you, or her, I promise. On the other hand, I have a feeling I won’t have to, that none of us will. Things might just sort of take their natural course.”

Taking a deep breath, Stephanie tried to smile. She was still worried but didn’t want her anxieties to affect their family relationships. “You’re probably right,” she said. “I guess we’ll have to see.”

—————

Angela and Tina each presented Sheila with a nice bottle of wine as hostess gifts, and Bambi and Amanda together handed her a huge bouquet of fresh flowers.

“Oh, how lovely they are!” Sheila smiled, pressing her face into the flowers and inhaling deeply, before giving each of the girls a kiss on the lips. She passed the flowers to Erin, asking her to find a vase for them. Then she took a closer look at the wines.

“Well, I must say, both of these should go quite well with our entree,” she smiled. “Good choices! We’re having grilled swordfish steaks with a pomegranate glaze.”

“Gosh, that sounds wonderful,” Tina enthused. “I gotta admit, I’m actually kind of hungry.”

Sheila laughed heartily, in her usual style. “There are plenty of hors d’oeuvres outside that should tide you over. We won’t be eating dinner for another hour or so. Bridget will fix you something to drink too. You go ahead, it’s right out there, through the family room. I have to get back to the kitchen.”

She started to turn, then stopped. “Did you kids wear your bathing suits? Or bring them with you?”

The 10-year-old blondes both nodded.

“Super. You can hop in the pool then with Debby and Fiona. Have a good time!” She waved as she breezed away.

It was a small backyard pool, only five feet deep, but that didn’t stop the little girls from having a blast, jumping in and out, splashing each other, shrieking and giggling. It took Amanda and Bambi only seconds to whip off their clothes, revealing tiny bikinis, and join the fun.

After greeting the moms with hugs and kisses, Bridget made drinks for them. Tina fixed herself a plate of yummy-looking finger foods, and then the three of them sat down to relax in the shade and watch the girls play.

—————

Eve and Gwen and Paige arrived at the condo about 5:30, as planned. Eve had bought a box of Godiva truffles at the hotel, which was the only thing she could think of on short notice. She handed them to Stephanie, saying, “I hope you like chocolate as much as I do.”

“Oh, thank you! Of course, I do. Can’t live without it!” Stephanie laughed, giving Eve a kiss on the cheek.

“Damn the calories, full speed ahead!” joked Carol.

Veronica served drinks to their guests — wine for Eve, sodas for the girls — while Stephanie got the barbecue started up. They all sat outside on the deck for a while, enjoying the late afternoon sun, but soon the little kids were itching to play.

“You wanna go in the ocean again?” Hailey said to Kelly. Holly nodded eagerly, while Jordan looked on brightly. She would do anything with anyone as long as it was fun.

“Hmm, maybe, I don’t know,” Kelly answered. The truth was she really wanted to do something with Gwen, preferably alone. Except that Gwen wasn’t paying much attention to her right then. Instead it seemed like she was deliberately flirting with Carol, and with Kelly’s mom, Veronica. Which is fine, thought Kelly, she has a right, I guess. So maybe what I should do is take the kids inside, go upstairs and fool around with them. I know they’d want to kiss me and stuff.

Gwen smiled at Carol, who kept giving her winks. The way Veronica and Carol were looking at her, both openly admiring her legs, really turned her on. She was wearing denim short-shorts and a loose Hollister tank top with no bra, but instead of her usual sneakers she’d borrowed a pair of sling-back heeled sandals from her mom. They made her feel mature and sexy. She was glad she’d decided to dress that way. It was exciting to draw so much attention.

—————

It didn’t take long. Bambi figured it out almost immediately. She’d had plenty of experience in swimming pools all around the country and knew that in most of them there were places where the water came out through a hole really fast and if you put yourself right in front of it, it felt amazing. She found the spot, positioned herself holding onto the side, and within minutes a glazed look stole over her eyes.

Erin was in the pool now with the younger kids. She’d been playing with them but her attention had been diverted to what Bambi was doing, and Erin found herself getting turned on. She knew exactly what was happening with the sexy little girl, of course, because she’d done it herself many times. Watching Bambi do it made her clit tingle.

Fiona knew all about it too. She and Erin had never really discussed it, but she’d seen her big sister doing it before and then had tried it herself. It was totally awesome. There were a couple of places like that in their pool. She quickly went over to the second one and placed her crotch in front of it.

That left Debby and Amanda, both of whom were oblivious. Erin was holding Debby in her arms, and Amanda was climbing out of the pool so she could jump back in again. Her wet bikini, which was microscopic to begin with (it was borrowed from Bambi), was almost falling off now. Erin looked up between Amanda’s legs and got a nice glimpse of her hairless slit.

So many choices. So many opportunities. Erin couldn’t decide what to do. The two masturbation spots in the pool were already taken, but she could fool around with Debby if she felt like it, and maybe even with Amanda too. Both were very tempting to Erin. She liked girls and women a lot, age didn’t really matter to her — as long as they had a pussy.

Angela didn’t hesitate at all. There was no indecision for her. She recognized what Bambi was up to, noticed Fiona doing the same thing, and then acted. She stood up, reached underneath her skirt and tugged down her panties (which she was wearing, for once), and put them aside. Sitting down again, she opened her legs and began to masturbate.

Tina was shocked, to say the least. She knew that Angela was impulsive and bold, but this was more than she ever expected. She looked around the yard. The fences were high, and there were a lot of trees and shrubbery, but still, the houses on both sides were two stories, the same as Sheila’s, and Tina wondered if anyone might be able to see them…

That didn’t seem to concern Angela, though. She hiked her skirt up almost to her waist, slid down in the chair and spread her legs wide as she rubbed herself.

—————

Paige squirmed in the hard plastic chair on the deck at the condo as she took another sip of ginger ale. She felt uneasy. Being 11, Paige was in-between ages with the other girls there. She wasn’t little any more like Jordan or the twins, but she also wasn’t a teenager yet like her sister, Gwen, or like Kelly. There was no one she could really connect with. And besides she was sort of being ignored. Those older ladies were staring at Gwen’s legs like crazy, how could you miss that? Of course, it’s understandable, she told herself, Gwen does have great legs. It’s kind of weird, though, that we keep meeting up with so many different ladies who like girls so much. I wonder if all grownup women are that way… maybe they are, who knows?

Stacie was studying Hailey, the pretty blonde, only 8 years old. That was who she would sleep with that evening, assuming nothing changed between now and then. She’d had a mostly quiet and uneventful time with Holly, Hailey’s twin, two nights ago. Uneventful, that is, if you didn’t count the fact that she’d masturbated beside the child — although Holly was asleep then so it didn’t really matter much.

But now, oh my god, now they all had permission to do whatever they wanted with the little girls, or at least whatever the girls wanted to do as well. And the other thing was, she and Hailey would be in the same room that night with Stacie’s mother, Carol, who would be sleeping with Holly. Would all four of them end up doing something together? It was hard to believe it was really happening.

Stacie licked her lips as she gazed at the twins. Then she glanced over at Stephanie, who was turning the chicken on the grill. She squeezed her legs together. Let’s get this dinner over with fast, Stacie thought, ‘cause I want to go to bed soon!

Kelly made up her mind. “Hey, you guys,” she said to the younger kids as she got to her feet, “let’s go inside for a minute. There’s something I want to show you.”

Gwen watched Hailey and Holly and Jordan trail after Kelly. And suddenly she was struck with a powerful urge. The hell with these older women — she wanted little girls! Without saying anything to anyone, she stood up and followed them inside.

Paige had a decision to make. Should she go with them? She would hate to miss out on whatever they might be doing, but on the other hand, now she was alone with all the women, the only girl still out there. Now maybe she could be the center of attention.

She couldn’t really show her legs, though, the way Gwen had, because she was wearing a long white peasant dress that went all the way down to her ankles. Except — now there’s an idea! The cotton material of her dress was very thin and she wasn’t wearing a bra or anything, so if she sort of stretched it tight over her chest, her little boobies would definitely stand out. Let’s try it… yeah, that worked great! You could even see the brown color of her nipples right through the dress. And check it out, now the ladies were staring at her! 

—————

When she was finished preparing the asparagus, Sheila poured herself another glass of wine. She thought of the old joke from W.C. Fields — “I cook with wine, sometimes I even add it to the food” — and chuckled to herself before downing half the glass.

Things were under control in the kitchen, and it wasn’t time to start the grill yet, so she had a few minutes to relax. Stepping outside for a visit with her guests, Sheila saw Bridget standing by the little cabinet they used as a bar, staring, her mouth open. Tina was staring too. Both were looking at Angela, who was pumping three fingers in and out of her vagina. The woman’s panties lay on the patio beneath her chair.

Sheila laughed out loud. “Good for you! That’s what I like to see! Do what you feel like doing and who the fuck cares what anyone else thinks!”

Feeling loose and happy and very horny, Sheila reached under her own dress and quickly pulled down her panties. “No underwear!” she cried. “Bridget, Tina, both of you — take ‘em off! This is a no-underwear party!”

Bridget was wearing shorts, which made it a bit awkward. She wanted to be a good sport, though, so she took a deep breath, swallowed hard, and then unbuttoned and unzipped her khaki shorts and let them fall to the ground. Stepping out of them, she pulled down her panties too… but now she had to make up her mind… should she put her shorts back on? Maybe go in and find a skirt to wear? She looked down at her silk blouse. The tails were, well, they were almost long enough to cover her crotch and her bottom, so she decided, what the hell, she’d go for it.

In fact, Bridget decided, she would take things a step further. Glancing around to make sure no nosy neighbors could see, she unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it off, then unhooked and removed her bra. She slipped the blouse back on, buttoned it halfway, and that was it. She was dressed for dinner!

Tina giggled nervously, hesitating for a moment. However, she told herself, she’d gone without panties during the penthouse party the other night, so it should be no big deal, right? She smiled at Sheila, then stood up, shimmying her tight denim miniskirt up over her hips and pushing her underwear down and off. Sheila actually clapped when she finished, which made Tina very proud.

Bambi suddenly started climaxing in the swimming pool, making little squeaks and yelps, gasping for breath. This made Angela come too. She fucked her pussy faster and faster as she groaned in ecstasy, her body shuddering repeatedly. The other women watched in awe, especially when they saw, and heard, liquids gushing out of her cunt, actually dripping from the chair onto the patio. It was an incredibly hot display of erupting feminine passion.

Continue on to Chapter 41

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  • Posted on October 17, 2015 at 2:25 pm

 

 

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Serendipity, Chapter 39

  • Posted on October 15, 2015 at 3:39 pm

By Naughty Mommy

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Holly, Hailey, and Jordan had tired of the arcade after an hour or so and were now ambling with Kelly along the beach not far from the condo. The little girls weren’t wearing bathing suits, but their shoes were off so they were wading in the shallow surf and also looking for shells and things.

Kelly’s cell phone rang. She dug it out of her backpack.

“Hi, Mom.”

“We’re all done here, sweetie,” Veronica told her. “You kids can come back now.”

“How’d it go?”

“It’s fine, everything’s fine. I’ll tell you more about it later, okay?”

“Okay. We’ll be there in a minute.”

When they arrived, Carol and Stacie were sitting outside on the deck, each with a beer. The three younger girls went upstairs to put their suits on, but Kelly was eager to learn what had happened. She found her moms in the kitchen, talking and drinking coffee.

“Well, we talked about, you know, what you and I saw, or heard, anyway, between Carol and Jordan,” Veronica told her daughter, “and, uh, also some things that happened last night, with me and Hailey, and with Mommy and Jordan.”

“You and Jordan?” Kelly looked at Stephanie.

“Yeah, well, that little girl can be pretty, um, adventurous in bed,” Stephanie chuckled. “And, I must say, I enjoyed it. But you slept with her that night in the motel, didn’t you? Did anything happen then?”

Kelly blushed. “Yeah. I mean, we kissed a lot and, um, we were naked and she was laying on top of me and stuff.”

“Did she do Pony-Pony?”

“What’s that? She said something about it, I think, but… what is Pony-Pony?”

“Well, it’s, hmm, I don’t know, maybe I should let her show you, when the time is right.” She glanced at the clock. “And speaking of time, I should get to the grocery store. I want to do barbecued chicken tonight, but I need to marinate it first.”

“Um, Mommy?” Kelly said.

“Yes, honey?”

“I was thinking, is it okay if we have Gwen and her mom and her sister come over for dinner tonight? Would that be all right? Could I ask them? Or maybe you ask them?”

“Sure, it’s fine with me,” Stephanie smiled. “You can ask them if you want to. I’ll get some extra chicken. And make sure you tell them we’re inviting them, all right? So they’ll know it’s okay. Although…”

She turned to Veronica. “Now that we, uh, now that we’ve decided to… to go ahead, do you think there’s any risk in having guests over?”

The older woman shrugged. “Regardless of what we do in bed, we’re not going to hide ourselves completely away from society, are we?”

“No, I suppose you’re right, we’re not. Anyway, don’t you worry about it, honey,” Stephanie said to Kelly. “Everything’s going to be fine.” She gave the teen a little hug and a kiss on the cheek. “You can have your friend over and we’ll have a good time tonight.”

“Okay. Thanks, Mommy.”

Stephanie turned back to Veronica. “I think I’ll ask Stacie if she wants to go to the store with me. That’ll give us more time to chat about all this.”

“Sounds good,” Veronica nodded. Stephanie kissed her lover on the lips, then walked outside.

“So, uh,” Kelly began, her eyes bright with curiosity, “what exactly did you do with Hailey last night, Mom?”

“Oh, well, uh, we were kissing, and then I…” Veronica took a deep breath. She was suddenly very nervous.

The adults had decided not to make a big deal out of the changed situation, at least not at the beginning. They wouldn’t have a group meeting with the kids or anything like that. Instead, they planned to just talk quietly with each of them as the opportunity arose. But Veronica had hoped that when the time came to talk with Kelly, she would feel more relaxed than she did right now.

Another deep breath. Okay, now just go ahead. “I… I guess you could say that I had sex with her. We were kissing, and I held her hand in mine and I rubbed it on my… on my clit, and I had an orgasm.”

“Wow.”

“I know. Wow.” She tried to chuckle. “Are you, are you okay with that?”

“Yeah, but — will you do it with me too?”

Veronica gulped. “Will I…”

“Hey, you guys!” It was Carol, coming in from the deck. She had Stacie and Stephanie behind her.

“Before they go to the store, we have to” — Carol saw the little girls coming down the stairs in their bikinis — “you kids too, come over here. We have to draw cards again, find out where everybody’s gonna sleep tonight, okay?”

So, they all gathered around as Carol shuffled the eight Uno cards, and then they each drew one. The results this time were Jordan 1, Holly 3, Hailey 4, Kelly 2, Stacie 4, Stephanie 2, Veronica 1, Carol 3. This meant Veronica and Jordan would take the big bed in the master bedroom, Stephanie and Kelly would be in the second bedroom, and Carol and Holly would share one bed in the third room, with Stacie and Hailey in the other bed.

To the kids, it was pretty much business as usual; they were familiar by this time with their nightly Musical Beds routine. But to the women, knowing they had now given themselves and each other full permission to do as they liked with the young girls — within reason, of course, and with the girl’s consent — it meant a long afternoon of wondering what might happen in bed that evening with their designated partners.

—————

After enjoying a long late breakfast in the penthouse suite with the others, Sheila, Bridget, and the girls headed home. They had some necessary chores to attend to, real life intruding on their illicit lesbian leisure time, and so they didn’t make any definite plans to get back together. But Sheila got Angela’s cell phone number and promised she would call her that afternoon to perhaps arrange something.

Bambi took the younger girls, Paige and Amanda, into her bedroom to play with Barbies, while Gwen stayed with the grownups to chat for a while. With all the intense activity of the night before — the exotic erotic dinner at the private club and then the round-robin incestuous orgy that followed it — none of them felt an immediate need for more sex, and it was actually rather nice just to sit and talk.

“So, have you thought more about it, Tina?” Angela asked at one point. “Doing what I suggested to find other moms like us who might live in your area?

The younger woman smiled, her dimples showing. “Not really. I haven’t had much time to think about anything with all the other stuff we’ve been doing.”

Angela winked at her.

“What was it you were going to do?” asked Eve.

“Oh, um, Angela said that if I, you know, maybe if I go online and look for stories about… well, about what we’ve been doing, you know, moms and their daughters, little girls…”

“Lesbian incest,” Angela interjected. “Just do a search for that. You’ll find that there are several very good story sites.”

“Right,” Tina nodded. “Lesbian incest.”

Gwen giggled, a bit nervously. It was incredible to actually hear people talk calmly about things that until now had been only the most bizarre and remote fantasies for her, exciting but totally unmentionable in conversation.

“So, you find those story sites, and then…?” Eve prompted Tina.

“Um, Angela said that maybe I should, like, leave comments on the stories I read and then kind of get to know some of the other people who leave comments, and maybe the authors too, and then by, um, by networking and everything, possibly find some people, some other moms, I mean, who might live near us. And then hopefully get together with them, actually meet them in person.”

“Wow.” Eve looked at Angela. “Do you really think that might work?”

“Of course,” replied the blonde. “Why wouldn’t it? As I was saying to Tina the other night, you would probably be amazed to learn how many women, especially mothers, harbor fantasies about incest, about sex with their young daughters, their cute little girls. In my experience I’ve found that it is very common, perhaps not universal, but close. It almost seems to be an instinct.”

“Wow,” Eva said again.

“And for some women, for quite a few, in fact, it’s not only fantasy but reality. As with you two, they have discovered the wonderful joy of having sex with their daughters.”

“Wow, I, um… I wonder if I should do that too, back in Phoenix.”

“Yeah, Mom, you should,” encouraged Gwen.

“You could look for girls your age too,” Angela said to her, “teenagers who live near you and who have the same desires that you do. I can virtually guarantee that there are many. You might even already know some.”

“Honest? You think?”

“Certainly.”

“Wow,” mused Gwen, slowly shaking her head.

Angela smiled at the repeated ‘wows’ of mother and daughter.

They chatted a while longer, until Bambi and the girls came out, saying they wanted to go down to the beach. By then it was almost noon. Since they’d had such a late breakfast, and a very filling one, they decided that in the afternoon they would have only snacks and things. Angela would order a selection of fresh fruits and raw vegetables with yogurt dip, along with a few small sandwiches, and of course, plenty to drink.

Soon they were down in the large reserved area granted to Angela as a VIP privilege. She spoke to a waiter, telling them what they wanted, and everyone settled in under beach umbrellas. The younger girls grabbed buckets and things, heading off to build another sand sculpture. Gwen hung back again, looking at her cell phone. She was supposed to meet Kelly at 1:00, and didn’t want to miss that.

—————

When Stephanie and Stacie left to do the grocery shopping, Veronica made a decision. She’d been unsatisfied earlier with the way she handled the short discussion with her daughter Kelly — and they’d been interrupted anyway by the drawing of cards — so now she wanted to talk with her some more.

“Honey,” she said, “let’s you and I take a little walk, okay?”

“Sure, Mom,” Kelly shrugged.

Outside on the deck. the younger girls, Jordan and the twins, were sorting through and arranging and trading the seashells and other treasures they’d found. Stacie and Carol were leaning back on lounge chairs, enjoying the sun.

“Kelly and I are going for a walk,” Veronica told them. “We’ll be back in a while. Kids, if you want to go in the water, do not go in past your knees unless Aunt Carol or Stacie is with you, okay?”

“Aw, Mom, we’re good swimmers,” Hailey argued.

“I know you are, but that doesn’t matter. You do what I say. I told Carol and Stacie they could spank you if you don’t.”

Veronica winked at the two women, who grinned at her. They actually had leeway to do a whole lot more with the girls than just spank them if they wanted to. But everyone knew probably nothing sexual would occur until bedtime that night. Probably.

As they strolled down the sand toward the surf, Veronica took her daughter’s hand. She thought about what they’d been through together. Kelly was the result of an unplanned and unexpected pregnancy when Veronica was 26. At that point in her life, she was a confirmed lesbian, as she had been since her teenage years, but she was also in the middle of a rather wild stage with lots of parties and drinking and drugs and random sex.

Somewhere along the way, she’d had sex with a man (or men) obviously, even though she truly couldn’t remember it — some of those parties were extremely wild — and was surprised to find herself missing her period. A doctor confirmed what she feared, and then Veronica had a big decision to make. Would she abort the fetus, or would she have the baby?

It was that decision that changed her life, that set her on the path toward where she, and they, were today. She’d stopped doing drugs, sworn off parties and random sex, cut way back on drinking and even quit smoking. She got serious about her career for the first time too, becoming more focused and eventually working her way up to a fine position within the city administration, earning a good living and making what she thought was a real difference in improving people’s lives.

When she was 36 she met Stephanie, who was then 24, and despite their age difference it was love at first sight. It was not an easy choice to make, however, for them to move in together. Veronica and Kelly had been on their own for nine years by then, and although being a single mom, a working mom, not to mention a lesbian mom, was a challenge, Veronica had done her best and she and her daughter were very happy. She had dated only occasionally all that time, relying mostly on porn and masturbation to fulfill her sexual needs. So, how would it work to bring another woman into Kelly’s life, a second mom? A mom, in fact, with two little girls of her own, twins who were still just toddlers — could they make it work?

They decided to try and it turned out beautifully, better than either Veronica or Stephanie could have hoped. Today, almost five years later, they were a united, loving family, two mothers and three daughters, all very close. Now they were about to become even more loving and closer than ever before, introducing an active sexuality into their mutual relationships. That was what she needed to talk about with Kelly.

She and her daughter strolled along the shore, skirting the edge of the surf, heading south and west in the direction of the rocky point, where there were fewer people. They walked slowly for a long time, still holding hands, and Kelly was beginning to wonder if her mom was ever going to say anything at all. She could tell she was thinking about stuff, probably important stuff, so Kelly didn’t want to interrupt, but she was getting really curious.

Finally Veronica began. “All right, so, the first thing I want to say is that even though we might be starting to do things with each other — sexual things, I mean, between all of us, your sisters and Mommy and you and me — it’s always your choice, okay? That is, if there is something you don’t want to do, something you might feel uncomfortable with, or if you just don’t want to do anything at all, you just say so. You never have to do anything you don’t want to do, all right?”

“Yeah, okay,” Kelly replied.

“And, um, if you have questions, if there are things you don’t understand, or if you want to know more about something or whatever, I just want you to know you can ask me anything, all right? Nothing’s off limits.”

“Sure, Mom.”

“Well, so, I guess I should ask you, how do you feel about all this? Does it bother you, or upset you in any way? You can say so if it does.”

Kelly squeezed her mother’s hand. “No, it’s fine, it’s cool, I’m glad. I’ve actually been thinking about it for a while, stuff like this, I mean, and so, now it’s great. I’m glad.”

“You’ve been thinking about it?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Thinking about…”

“Um, like, you know, having sex with you, and with Mommy, stuff like that.”

“Have you really?”

“Yeah, but… is that okay?”

“Well, yes, of course it is. It’s just, I’m surprised, I had no idea.”

For a minute or two, both were quiet, thinking. Then Veronica suddenly stopped walking. She looked around, as if coming awake.

“Look how far we’ve gone,” she chuckled. “I never realized it. We should start back.”

“Okay.”

By the time they got back to the condo, the chicken was marinating, a variety of vegetables had been prepared and were waiting in the refrigerator to be grilled that night, and Stephanie was relaxing on the deck with a beer. Stacie and Carol were playing in the waves with Hailey and Holly and Jordan.

“Oh, shoot, I almost forgot,” Kelly said as she sat down on a lounge chair. “What time is it?” She’d left her cell phone in her backpack and didn’t wear a watch.

Stephanie looked at hers. “It’s… about 12:45. Why?”

“Because, remember? I’m supposed to meet Gwen at 1:00. Over in front of the hotel.”

“Oh, yes, of course, that’s right. Would you like us to come with you?”

“Sure, I guess, if you want to.”

“I think we should,” Stephanie nodded. “That way, if we see Gwen’s mother — her name was Eve, wasn’t it? — if we see her, we can invite them to join us for dinner ourselves. That is, unless you would rather be the one to do the inviting.”

“No, you do it,” Kelly grinned. “That makes it more official.”

“All right,” said Stephanie, standing up and ruffling Kelly’s hair affectionately. She kissed Veronica on the lips, and then went inside to put on a little makeup.

—————

Gwen was getting worried. She’d been standing outside the entrance to the hotel since ten minutes before 1:00 and it was now ten minutes after. She scanned the crowds constantly, looking for the cute petite girl with the big smile, and still hadn’t seen her. She wondered if she should call Kelly’s cell phone and see if there was a problem, but couldn’t make up her mind whether to do that or not.

Finally she noticed a big group heading her way. She actually spotted the twins first, her eye being drawn to the sexy 8-year-old blondes in their little bikinis, and quickly realized that those were the two she’d seen the other day inside the hotel, and then again at the zoo. The other little girl was with them too, the younger one, and — yes, there she was, there was Kelly!

The teenagers rushed together, clasping hands and exchanging greetings. After they made some introductions, Gwen meeting Carol and Stacie for the first time, along with Jordan, Stephanie asked, “Is your mother around somewhere, Gwen? I wanted to ask her something.”

“Um, yeah, she’s right over there. Come on, I’ll introduce you guys and everything.”

They followed the tall brunette with the ponytail to a partially fenced-off area on the beach in front of the Playa del Mar.

“Mom?” Gwen said as they approached. “And, um, Angela and Tina? This is, uh, Carol and Stacie and Veronica and Stephanie, and, like, Kelly and, um, Holly and Hailey, and… Jordan, right?”

“Very good, great memory,” Carol winked at Gwen, before stepping forward to shake Angela’s hand.

And as the adults were all meeting each other, the three girls, Bambi, Amanda, and Paige, came bounding up across the sand, looking for cold sodas. They were introduced as well.

Bambi immediately glommed on to Jordan and the twins, recognizing an opportunity when it was placed in front of her. She didn’t know yet, of course, whether there was any real chance these new girls would want to join in their sex games, but like her mother, Angela, Bambi had very good instincts. She couldn’t have said what it was, but something inside told her they probably would have a lot of fun together.

Carol and Angela connected the same way, sharing an almost instant mutual understanding. When Angela had extended her hand and Carol took it, neither one wanted to let go. The remainder of the introductions were made with nods or air kisses in place of handshakes. Now, with an arm around Carol’s waist, Angela drafted her as an assistant bartender while she began offering drinks to everyone.

“Oh, but we can’t stay,” Stephanie protested. “We just wanted to stop by to say hello and —”

“Nonsense. Of course you’re going to stay,” pronounced Angela. “Here, you sit down, I won’t take no for an answer. I’ll get more chairs.”

She summoned a nearby waiter, and a minute later there were seats for all. Wine was poured for those who wanted it and chilled beers were handed out to others, while some accepted tall frosty glasses of Long Island iced tea. The kids had decided they were ready to go in the ocean now, and Gwen and Kelly agreed to accompany them, trotting off behind Paige, Amanda, Bambi, Holly, Hailey, and Jordan.

“I propose a simple toast,” said Angela, raising her glass after everyone was served. “To women.”

“To women who love women,” Eve volunteered as she smiled at Stephanie and Veronica.

“Yes, and who love little girls too,” Angela added with a wink. They all drank to that.

Stephanie wasn’t quite sure what was going on. There was something odd about this group… the way Angela had looked at the children, especially the new ones she was meeting for the first time… the gleam in Tina’s eye after she gave her daughter Amanda a long kiss before the girls ran away to play in the water… the knowing glances exchanged between Carol and Angela… and of course that toast.

But it couldn’t be, could it? It couldn’t mean — no, she couldn’t accept that. It just didn’t seem possible that these other women, these three attractive mothers, were as interested in sex with little girls as she was, and as Carol and Stacie and Veronica were too. What were the odds of all these women having those same forbidden desires? And what if… what if it wasn’t only desires for them, but what if they were actually doing things with their daughters?

As Stephanie thought about that, she happened to catch Eve’s eye. The pretty brunette smiled at her and nodded slightly.

Continue on to Chapter 40

Who are you?

  • Posted on October 13, 2015 at 4:16 pm

By Naughty Mommy

The title of this blog entry is rhetorical. We don’t really want to know specifically who you are, but we thought you might be interested in learning how many other people like you there are. How many readers do we have at Juicy Secrets?

Before we answer that, a few other numbers. In the time since Juicy Secrets went live — on May 4, 2015, just over five months ago — we’ve made more than 500 posts (stories, chapters, and non-fiction entries) and have accepted almost 2,000 comments. Not too bad for a modest little blog about kinky forbidden lesbian sex, wouldn’t you say?

So, who is reading all these naughty stories? Well, we won’t name names (all visitors are anonymous), but we can tell you that our site averages about 2,200 separate visitors per day, and more than 40,000 separate visitors per month.

Most of these visits, about 59%, come from the United States, but we also have a high number of readers in the UK, Canada, Australia, and Germany.

Rounding out the top ten countries are the Netherlands, France, Sweden, New Zealand, and South Africa. Juicy Secrets can, in fact, boast significant activity in more than sixty different countries. (All this information comes from Google Analytics.)

Here is a list of our top twenty busiest cities:

  1. London
  2. New York
  3. Sydney
  4. Los Angeles
  5. Melbourne
  6. Houston
  7. Chicago
  8. Brisbane
  9. Toronto
  10. Seattle
  11. San Francisco
  12. Calgary
  13. Washington DC
  14. Perth
  15. San Antonio
  16. Dallas
  17. Phoenix
  18. Portland
  19. San Diego
  20. Dublin

For privacy reasons, we do not gather any information on the age, gender, or sexual orientation of our readers. But this seems like a good time to reiterate our basic policy — which is that we welcome anyone and everyone to Juicy Secrets, whether you are lesbian, bi, gay, trans, straight, young, old, male, female, or anywhere in between — as I am fond of saying, we are equal opportunity arousers. 😀

Whoever you are, wherever you are, whatever you are, we are very grateful that you have chosen to visit our site and read our stories. On behalf of Cheryl Taggert, JetBoy, and myself, Naughty Mommy, thank you!

 

The Secret Society of the Pussycats Club, Chapter 9

  • Posted on October 13, 2015 at 2:20 pm

By Cheryl Taggert

For assistance in keeping up with all the characters, you can go here.

As soon as she had hung up her phone, dropping it to the bed after her strong, self-induced orgasm, Carolyn’s bedroom door popped open. Her mom wasn’t home, so she knew it had to be her little sister, Candace.

“I could hear you all the way to my room,” Candace said. “What got you going?”

“Becca,” was all she said.

Candace, who had a crush on her sister’s best friend, was immediately interested. “What about her?” She stepped to Carolyn’s bed and sat on the edge, taking in her sister’s naked body. She was already turned on from hearing her sister come, but looking at her now and knowing it had been Becca who had gotten her so hot, she felt her little clit twinge and her pussy getting even wetter.

“We were talking on the phone is all,” Carolyn said, hoping that would end the questions, but knowing full well it wouldn’t.

“Phone sex?” Candace asked, her eyes widening.

“Not exactly. She was telling me where she was going instead of coming over here.”

The inevitable question followed. “Where’s that?”

“You have to promise not to say anything about it, especially to Becca. She would shit if she knew I’d told you.” It occurred to Carolyn she was probably worse than her sister at keeping secrets, but what the fuck. Sexual secrets usually led to fun.

“Cross my heart,” said Candace, drawing an imaginary “X” between her tiny boobs.

“She’s going to an orgy.”

“Really? You mean, like, with guys and all?”

“No, all girls. Two sisters and a friend of theirs, along with the sisters’ mom and two of their teachers.”

“Holy fuck!”

“You can’t tell anyone, okay?”

“Okay,” Candace said, swallowing. “Are the girls friends of yours?” She assumed they would be, or at least that her sister would know them. She knew what her next question would be when her sister said ‘yes.’ She’d want to know who they were.

“No. I don’t know them at all. In fact, it’s more likely you might know them.”

“Huh?” Candace hadn’t expected a ‘no,’ but the additional comment was a shock.

“They’re about your age.”

Candace now thought her sister was teasing her. “No way!”

“Way. They’re like eleven and twelve.”

“Are you sure you’re not shitting me?”

“Positive. She’s driving to some condo to meet with them all.”

“And the mother of the sisters is there, too?”

“That’s what Becca said.”

Candace stood and started taking off her clothes as fast as she could. She had to get naked and come. She was too horny to make her pussy wait for some attention. If Carolyn was willing to play with her, that would be better, but she fully intended to come, even if she had to masturbate. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time she’d done that in front of her sister. Besides, the thought of Becca having sex with girls about her age was the most exciting thing she’d heard in months. That meant Becca was like her Aunt Daphne and enjoyed sex with little girls. As she finished getting naked and joined her big sister on the bed, she wondered if she could seduce Becca the next time she came over.

———————–

Monica’s heart skipped a beat as she heard the door being unlocked. She stood in front of the condo’s door, still thinking about how it was green, the porn movie she’d thought of when she’d seen the door, what was going on in the condo, and how she’d be joining the fun within a few minutes. These thoughts were all jumbled in her mind in a flash of images that were accompanied by another shiver in her pussy. She was creaming so much she wondered if she would come without touching herself before ever entering the condo.

The door opened.

Standing before Monica was one of her teachers from school, Miss Taylor. She was naked and her eyes were nearly bursting out of their sockets as she realized this was not the girl they’d expected, but Monica, one of her students from the year that had just ended.

“You…how…?” Lisa was dumbstruck.

Lisa’s shock at seeing Monica Duncan standing at her condo door nearly caused her to faint. She was so surprised, she forgot she was totally nude. When the doorbell had sounded in the pre-arranged method — a ring, followed by a five-second interval and another ring — they had all been sure it was Becca. She wondered now how Monica knew of the signal, or was it just dumb luck that she’d rung the doorbell as she had?

And what in the world was Monica doing at the condo she shared with Jennifer?

“Uh…uh…” Lisa stammered.

Monica quickly realized she needed to come clean with her knowledge of what was happening and her desire to join in. The shock value of her sudden arrival had not fully occurred to her, and she thought her naked teacher might faint, or at the very least, slam the door.

“It’s okay!” she said. “I know what’s going on and just want to have fun too!”

At that moment, Heather rounded the corner into the small foyer, stopping dead in her tracks as she realized this wasn’t Becca, but Monica Duncan, a girl she knew from school. Like Lisa, she stood naked in front of the girl without realizing she was nude, her surprise was so complete.

“Monica, what are you doing here?” she asked, stunned.

“I overheard the conversation with the girl at the Subway.”

Now in complete confusion, it took Heather a moment to reconstruct the conversation she meant. When the pieces fell into place, her eyes grew even bigger.

Lisa found her voice. “What do you mean, you want to have fun, too?” she asked, trying to make sense of this awkward situation and hoping she wouldn’t end the day in jail.

Monica realized she would need to be blunt. “I want to fuck. I want to have sex with all of you.” She looked at Heather and spoke to her. “I heard your sister and that girl in the bathroom doing each other, and it made me want to join in. I’m sorry if I shocked everyone, but I didn’t really think it through, I guess. I overheard all of you talking about this orgy and the signal, and I…sort of…invited myself.” She glanced at Miss Taylor. “I’m sorry if I scared you.”

“Wait there,” Lisa said. “Don’t go away, okay?”

Monica nodded and Lisa closed the door and stood there, naked, trying to catch her breath as she pieced these events together. Taking Heather’s hand, she moved back into the living room, where everyone was naked and waiting for their new arrival to join them.

“It’s not Becca,” Lisa announced. The conversations that had been going on in the room ceased abruptly.

“Who is it?” asked Jennifer, realizing whoever it was had just seen Lisa and Heather both nude at the door. Her heart began to hammer in her chest as she wondered what plausible explanation could be offered to the police. Guilt prevented her from thinking of a single thing.

Heather spoke up. “It’s a girl I know from school. Monica Duncan.”

“Monica?!” Susan asked, nearly falling out of Cheryl’s lap, where she’d moved when Lisa had gone to answer the door.

“Yeah,” said Heather.

“What does she want?” Cheryl asked, completely confused.

“She wants to join us,” said Lisa with a shrug.

“How did she know about this?” Jennifer asked.

“She overheard us telling Becca about it and inviting her. That’s how she knew the signal,” Heather answered.

“Well, what should we do?” Lisa asked.

“She’s a pretty little thing,” said Jennifer. “I won’t deny having some fantasies about her.”

“And she obviously likes the idea of what we’re doing,” Lisa said. “She wants to join us badly enough she’s crashed our party. I say we let her in.”

“True,” Jennifer answered. “If we don’t, she could tell the world what’s happening here. Even if we don’t want her to join us, we sort of have to.”

“I want her to join us,” said Tina, speaking up for the first time since Lisa had announced the startling news. “The more the merrier, isn’t that what they say?”

Lisa shrugged again and returned to the door to let Monica in.

When she opened it, not only was Monica there waiting, but Becca, too.

—————

After Miss Taylor had closed the door, Monica stood there, wondering if she should stay or not. She was sorry she had caused such fear in her teacher. That hadn’t been what she wanted to do. She began to feel like the uninvited guest she was, using a sort of blackmail to get what she wanted. She felt tears beginning to sting her eyes.

She was turning to leave, when she spotted the Subway girl coming up the walkway, approaching the door. She was stuck now, come what may, and she quickly wiped her eyes before the older girl saw she’d nearly been crying.

When Becca saw the young girl standing at the door to the condo where the orgy was, she was confused for a moment, but figured this must be a friend of the young girls who had invited her and she would be joining them. She could feel her already wet pussy begin to flood at the prospect of also getting her tongue, lips, and hands on this pretty young girl.

“Hi,” said Becca. “Are you a friend of the girls?”

“I go to school with Heather and Susan,” Monica answered, starting to blush.

Becca figured the blush was due to the reason they were there and smiled at the young girl for being embarrassed. “I’m Becca,” she said, and looked at the door. “Is this your first time?”

“Yes.” What else could she say?

“It’s gonna be fun. Don’t worry. This is my first time, too.”

“But you did it in the bathroom with Heather’s sister,” Monica blurted.

Becca looked at Monica, confusion on her face. Monica was starting to get used to that look.

“How did you know that?” Becca asked.

“Sorry. I was…well…I walked in there while you two were going at it. I sorta listened in.”

“Oh,” Becca answered, unsure of what else to say.

As she reached for the doorbell to give the signal, the door opened.

————–

“Well, I see you are both here now. Come on in and get…comfortable,” Lisa said, standing aside so the girls could enter.

“I’m sorry, Miss Taylor. I didn’t mean to upset anyone,” Monica said as she entered.

“It’s okay, honey. We’ve decided if you want to join in, you may. You just can never tell anyone what happens here. Otherwise, a lot of people will go to jail, and all the young girls, like you, could end up in reform school,” Lisa said. She didn’t like making her comment sound like a threat, but it was the truth.

Monica moved to Lisa and wrapped her arms around her teacher’s naked waist and hugged her tightly. She suddenly realized she could smell the fragrance of the woman’s pussy. “I won’t tell anyone, Miss Taylor. I swear!”

“Well, first, you can just call me Lisa from now on, unless we’re at school. After all, we’re going to get to know each other very intimately in the next hour or so.”

Monica looked into Lisa’s eyes and smiled. “Okay, Lisa.”

“And Miss Simmons is Jennifer, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Uh, sorry, but what’s going on?” Becca asked, wondering why there seemed to be a problem that had somehow been resolved before she got there.

“Come into the living room and get comfortable, and we’ll tell you,” Lisa said.

As they entered the living room, the wonderful sight of two more naked women and three naked girls greeted the newcomers.

Seeing the naked Heather and Susan, Monica spoke to them. “I’m really sorry, Heather…Susan. I didn’t mean to cause a problem. I’m just…well…”

“Horny.”

Monica looked at the girl who’d said that. It was Tina, who was smiling a welcome to the newcomer.

“Yeah,” Monica said, laughing slightly to break the tension. “I guess I am.”

Lisa briefly explained to Becca how Monica came to be at the orgy. Becca smiled at the young girl and inadvertently echoed Tina’s earlier comment. “Hey, the more the merrier, right?”

Jennifer stepped over to Monica and grasped the hem of the t-shirt she was wearing. Monica, realizing what the teacher wanted to do, raised her arms like a small child being prepared for a bath and allowed Jennifer to remove the shirt to expose her small breasts tipped with what looked like light brown chocolate drops. Monica removed her flip-flops with a small motion of her feet.

Jennifer then knelt in front of the young girl and began to unbuckle the belt at the waist of Monica’s denim shorts. She looked up at the excited young girl and said, “I’ve wanted to do this from the first time I saw you.”

Monica took a shuddering breath as she felt the small spasm in her pussy from hearing those words. Jennifer continued to unsnap and unzip the shorts before working them over the girl’s slender flare of her hips to fall in a puddle around Monica’s feet. Monica stood before her former teacher with nothing on but panties, pink cotton bikinis. Hooking her fingers into the elastic waistband, Jennifer tugged slightly, and the panties joined the shorts on the floor. Monica stepped out of the heap of clothing around her ankles as Jennifer took the naked, young girl in her arms and kissed her.

Her tongue urged Monica’s lips open and she leisurely probed the inside of the twelve-year-old’s mouth, seeking her tongue and relishing the feel of this first kiss from a girl she’d longed to seduce.

Heather, Susan, and Tina all converged on Becca while Jennifer removed Monica’s clothes. The three pubescent girls worked together to get Becca naked. When they’d completed this task, they took turns kissing her.

Becca, meanwhile, felt as if she’d died and gone to heaven. Or if this were hell, she didn’t mind. Three girls, aged eleven and twelve, were making love to her. She glanced around the room at one point and noticed Heather and Tina’s mother and the teacher who had let her in sitting together and watching the show being put on by the other teacher and the four little girls. She cast a look to the other teacher and the girl whom she’d met outside the condo. The young girl now had her lips on the teacher’s right nipple and was sucking it like a starving baby.

Heather and Tina, the sisters, were now doing the same to her, one at each breast, while Susan moved down to her middle and was on her knees and poking her tongue into Becca’s navel while toying lightly with Becca’s pussy, occasionally moving a finger to tickle her butthole for a second before returning to her pussy. Becca was so wet she could hear the slick sounds of the girl’s fingers moving through the tender folds of her labia and sliding across her sensitive clit. Each touch brought a bolt of pleasure that cascaded throughout her body.

Cheryl lay back and began to lightly rub her pussy as she watched her daughters and Susan strip and enjoy Becca. Becca herself was very pretty. Cheryl realized she reminded her of her best friend when she was in high school, and just the memory of their sleepovers was enough to get her wet. Watching this beauty being licked and sucked by her little girls and twelve-year-old Susan was sending her into orbit.

She watched as the girls, entranced by the high school girl, moved Becca to the sofa, where they lay her across the cushions to make access to her charms easier.

Susan reached down to the older girl’s slit and began to tickle her clit, concentrating on that small button. Just touching a high school girl was making her own pussy throb with need.

Tina moved to Becca’s breasts once again, alternating now between the two small globes of pliable flesh, while her older sister moved to sit on Becca’s face.

From her vantage point, Cheryl could see the girl’s impatience to feel the young pussy on her mouth. Cheryl was momentarily envious of the teenager, who was even now tasting her daughter’s flowing pussy, but she realized she would have the rest of her life to enjoy her daughter’s pussy, not to mention Tina’s slit. And Susan as well. She’d not had any contact with her except for some light touching and kissing while Lisa was answering the door earlier. The thought of her future with her daughters and Susan, not to mention any other girls they managed to seduce, both calmed and excited her. Time and opportunity were on her side, and she intended to take full advantage, as long as the young girls were willing to make love with her. That, Cheryl realized, was the most important thing. She could not see herself doing anything to a young girl that wasn’t mutually desired.

Becca moaned into Heather’s pussy as Susan began to kiss and lick the older girl’s clit and labia. She redoubled her efforts to bring Heather to an orgasm.

Cheryl wondered if the girl was trying to bring about a simultaneous orgasm. Becca’s own hands were free and apparently wanted something to do, so she tapped Tina’s shoulder and indicated with hand movements that she wanted Cheryl’s younger daughter to twist her body in such a way as to allow her to play with Tina’s pussy while she was busy giving and receiving oral love.

The sweet sounds of ecstasy filled the room as the girls increased the urgency of their lovemaking as the desired orgasms began to build. Cheryl’s hand was moving much faster as she rubbed her sopping pussy. The wet sounds of her fingers were clearly audible.

Lisa, meanwhile, was sitting on the sofa beside the chair where Cheryl sat and was masturbating as well. She was watching her lover make love to the young surprise, Monica, whose slender body was now being lavished with touches and licks. Lisa watched as Jennifer’s fingers explored the wetness of her former student’s hairless pussy.

The natural baldness of Monica’s mound was one of the first things Lisa (and Jennifer) had noticed about the young girl. The girl’s titties were barely more than bumps capped with puffy nipples that made Lisa drool. Lisa also noticed that whenever Jennifer removed her hand from that hairless mound, Monica’s hand would instantly take its place until Jennifer returned to rubbing her. Lisa began to fantasize about how often Monica must have rubbed herself to orgasm at night in her own bed since she was obviously practiced at self-pleasure.

Lisa watched again as Monica’s hand was replaced at the fountain of her nectar by Jennifer’s hand. Monica immediately removed her own hand to give Jennifer room to work in the small pussy, and brought the sticky fingers to her own mouth to lick her own juices off.

Seeing the young girl enjoy her pussy’s fluids, Lisa stood and went to Jennifer and Monica and crouched over Monica’s face, lowering her pussy that felt seconds away from orgasm to Monica’s lips, which gratefully accepted her teacher’s pussy with a moan of sheer delight. Jennifer now moved to lick Monica’s pussy and twisted around so Lisa could lay her body over and complete the circle of the daisy chain.

Within seconds, the two teachers and Monica were writhing on the floor of the condo, seeking the orgasms that were building with amazing speed and intensity.

Cheryl noticed Lisa rise from the sofa and join Jennifer and Monica on the floor and realized she needed to taste some pussy as well. She moved to where Susan was licking Becca’s pussy. Fastening her lips onto Susan’s little-girl cunt, she continued to rub herself wildly as her orgasm seemed about to slam into her. Slight pre-orgasmic tremors were already coursing through her body, and she knew it wouldn’t be long now, especially with her mouth glued to the pussy of her daughter’s best friend for the first time.

Later, they were each fascinated that all eight of them slid into their orgasms within seconds of each other, but that’s what happened. Lisa claimed it was the sexually charged atmosphere of the room. Whatever it was, they each crashed headlong into their climaxes and rode them until the last moan turned to a whimper of satisfied delight. Even Cheryl, who was the only one rubbing herself to orgasm rather than having another girl or woman licking or touching her, felt it had been one of the most powerful orgasms she’d ever had. She realized this new situation with her daughters and other young girls was making such intense orgasms more the norm. Lately, each one seemed to compete for the best ever.

They all lay where they finished their climaxes, unable to move for several minutes, as they allowed their breathing to return to normal, and gave the air conditioning a chance to cool their heated bodies. All of them were coated with sweat. The lips of those who had been licking another’s pussy shone with the juices that were drying on their faces. Tina had pulled her mother’s fingers to her mouth and was licking them clean, savoring the flavor of the sticky fluids.

The sounds of sighs melted throughout the room.

It was Tina, the youngest in the room, who spoke first, echoing the thoughts of the others, with a most adult word. “Fuck!” she breathed.

Everyone laughed, and began to stir, getting drinks to satisfy their need for fluids that would replace the sweat, and chatting before beginning again, this time in a large heap of female bodies, aged eleven to thirty-two. Each of them groping, kissing, licking, and sucking the nearest body part. Often nobody knew whose pussy, butthole, or breast they were enjoying, other than it was an adult’s or a young girl’s. Only when two of them kissed did the two have any idea whose pleasure they were sharing.

Finally, the time came to end the fun for now. Before leaving the party, they all managed to exchange contact information, and Monica promised to arrange for a night she could enjoy a sleepover with Heather and Tina. At that, Tina made Susan promise to join them, which was an easy promise for Susan to make. Becca made a date to come over as well one evening soon. She left the condo thinking of how much her life had changed since that afternoon. To think it was all because of a sexy little girl with a camel toe, she thought to herself.

Meanwhile, the two hostesses were happy it had all turned out well. They made a promise to have another orgy soon. Everyone left happy and satisfied.

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While Becca was traveling to the orgy earlier that day, Candace was joining her sister, Carolyn, on the bed, intent on coming either by her own hand or Carolyn’s hands or lips….

Continue on to Chapter 10

 

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Serendipity, Chapter 38

  • Posted on October 12, 2015 at 2:55 pm

By Naughty Mommy

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The sound of the surf, waves, seagulls. A soft breeze coming in through an open window, the smell of salt air…

Stephanie came awake. And then she remembered.

What an amazing night it had been. She’d had lesbian sex with a little girl, a 7-year-old child. She’d fucked the girl — or, more precisely, the girl had fucked her — and Stephanie had experienced two wonderfully satisfying orgasms that way.

She also remembered, however, feeling disturbed after it was all over. The little girl, Jordan, almost immediately had fallen asleep once they’d finished. After she climaxed on top of Stephanie, Jordan had slumped down, panting heavily, her little body still hot with arousal and slick with sweat. But she soon quieted and then slid off to the side. Stephanie had held her for a while, gently caressing, softly kissing, as the child peacefully slept.

Sleep had not come so easily for Stephanie, though. She’d lain awake a long time, wondering what it all meant. Now that she’d done what she’d done, they had to bring it all out into the open. She would have to say something to Stacie, Jordan’s mother, and probably to Carol as well, Jordan’s grandmother.

Not to mention, of course, that she’d have to tell her partner, Veronica, everything that had happened. And how would it go? What would they all say? What would she say? Just how do you go about admitting something like that? Over breakfast, in front of everyone, do you simply say, ‘Oh, by the way, I fucked your little girl last night’ — is that how you did it?

Stephanie had found herself chuckling, despite her anxiety. And that was good, at least she still had a sense of humor. On that note, she had allowed herself to relax, just to put it all away until later, until the next day. Then she’d slept.

But now it was the next day. And now she had to face up to what she’d done.

Jordan was still sleeping next to her, lying naked on her back, one little arm above her head, the sheets at her waist. Pushing herself up on an elbow, Stephanie gazed at her for a moment. What an adorable child she was, at once so innocent and sweet and precious, and yet also carnal, eager, and erotic. An amazing combination.

Stephanie felt a tingling in her clit as she admired the girl’s body. She recalled telling herself the night before that she would gladly do it all again in the morning, despite any reservations, and she certainly was tempted. A hand went between her own legs, almost automatically, and she briefly rubbed herself as she looked at Jordan, thinking about sex with her.

Tempting, yes, very tempting. However, in the clear light of morning, Stephanie understood that before anything else took place, they would have to have a talk, all of the adults together, probably. That might not be easy, it could be very uncomfortable, in fact, but it would have to happen.

She sighed and stretched. Should she get out of bed and take a shower and go get the coffee started? No, she would take it easy this morning. Let someone else get up early and do the kitchen work. I’ll just cuddle with Jordan a little longer, and perhaps… her hand went back between her legs again. I won’t come, she thought, I’ll just lie here and look at the little girl and remember last night, how sexy it was, how incredibly arousing.

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Stacie woke early. She glanced at the clock by the bed. It was not quite 7:00.

No one else was awake yet, at least not in their room, the third bedroom in the condo. Her mother, Carol, was asleep beside her, lying on her side, facing away from Stacie. In the bed across from theirs, she could see Veronica spooning with Hailey, both of them quietly snoozing.

She got out of bed, tiptoeing toward the bathroom. Then she heard a whisper behind her. “Stacie?”

It was Carol, holding out her hand. Smiling, Stacie turned back, took the hand, and leaned down to give her mother a soft good morning kiss.

“I’m gonna take a shower,” she whispered. “Want to get in with me?”

“Sure,” Carol grinned. Together they crept into the bathroom.

Hailey stirred. It felt strange not waking up with Holly. But she was with her mom, and they were nice and warm and cozy together. They’d done some pretty cool things the night before too, some really amazing things. She could hardly wait to tell Holly all about it. In fact, she didn’t want to wait.

She slipped out of bed, naked. The shower was running in the bathroom, so she went out to the hall and silently padded to the door of the second bedroom. Peeking inside, she saw Holly in bed with their big sister, Kelly, who was facing away, toward the window. Holly was awake, looking at Hailey, smiling. With a tiny laugh, Hailey dashed to the bed and hopped inside, hugging her twin.

The mattress bounced. As she slowly came awake, Kelly heard giggling, little girls giggling. Some quiet whispering too, which went on for a minute or so, and then something else, a kind of wet sound like kissing. Yes, that’s definitely what it was, kissing.

Kelly was fully awake now, listening. She turned over to look at them. As she expected, it was Holly and Hailey. They were naked, arms and legs entwined, kissing hungrily.

“Hey,” she said softly.

The little blondes both looked up, smiling at her, pink lips shiny and wet.

“Can I play too?” Kelly asked with a grin.

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It was all mixed up. Almost no one awoke where they expected to be.

Tuesday morning in the penthouse suite found Eve and her two daughters, Gwen and Paige, alone in the master bedroom, snuggled up together in the big round bed. Angela wasn’t with them. She was in the second bedroom sleeping with her daughter, Bambi, along with Tina and her little girl, Amanda. In the third bedroom, where Tina and Amanda originally had planned to sleep, were Sheila, Bridget, and their three girls, Erin, Fiona, and Debby, all crowded into one of the two queen beds.

This is what happened:

Not long after the nearly miraculous occurrence the night before of ten simultaneous climaxes among four women and six girls in three different rooms, Angela had decided to go looking for the others, to see what they were up to. Amanda had told her mother, Tina, that she wanted to find Bambi, and so the two of them had followed Angela out of the master bedroom, leaving Eve and Paige behind. Meanwhile, in Bambi’s bedroom, Gwen told Sheila and Bambi that she was going to look for her mother and her sister. Sheila said she’d go with Gwen, and Bambi decided to tag along as well.

Out in the large living area, they’d all met up, a bunch of naked moms and daughters still glowing from their recent orgasms and smelling strongly of sex. They found Erin and Fiona sitting in a loveseat there, holding hands and grinning, their faces wet with each other’s juices.

After a short amount of chatting and giggling and a few hugs and kisses among the group, Bambi and Amanda headed off toward Bambi’s room, hand in hand. Tina asked if she could go with them, and of course they said yes. Sheila took her daughters with her into the third bedroom, looking for Bridget and Debby. Gwen went to find her mother and sister in the master bedroom. Angela, for once not in charge of everything, shrugged and smiled, then followed Tina into Bambi’s room.

There wasn’t a lot more sex that night, but there was some more sex. Sheila and her girls found Bridget in bed with Debby. The little girl was fast asleep, but the commotion in the next room had awakened Bridget. She’d smiled at them. Everyone got into one bed together. Sheila was next to Bridget. She’d said, “You know what?”

“What?”

“I think I’ve had at least four orgasms tonight, not to mention the ones at dinner.”

“Wow,” Bridget chuckled.

“But you know what else?”

“No, what else?”

“I still want to fuck you.”

“You do?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Okay.”

They rearranged a little bit, scooting Debby over with her cousins, Fiona and Erin. The child stirred, but didn’t really wake. Then, as the older girls watched, sisters Sheila and Bridget made love with each other for the first time in their lives.

In Bambi’s room, the two little blondes whom everyone said could be twins lay side by side in bed kissing for a while, and then they shifted into a 69. Amanda had never done that before, but Bambi told her how. And it was easy, Amanda had found, really obvious once you started doing it. Their mothers watched the girls and masturbated.

Eve and and Gwen and Paige got in bed in the master bedroom and turned out the lights. In the darkness, they cuddled and kissed and caressed, but didn’t have sex. They talked with each other about their experiences that night, both at the dinner club and then in the suite. They shared some laughter, some amazement, and a lot of love. They were the first to fall asleep.

Amanda climaxed quickly with Bambi licking her. Bambi then fucked Amanda’s tongue, while still in a 69, bringing herself a minute or so later. Tina and Angela both came watching them. And then they were all ready for sleep too. They shut off the lights and snuggled in together.

Sheila finger-fucked Bridget, bringing her to climax while Erin and Fiona watched them and masturbated. Then Sheila went down on her sister, eating her pussy. She made her come two more times. It was loud enough that Debby woke up. Bridget wanted to return the favor, so Sheila lay on her back and Bridget licked her. Sheila came twice. Erin had an orgasm when her mother came the first time, and Fiona climaxed during Sheila’s second orgasm. Debby watched, wishing she could have whatever that was. By that time, though, everyone was exhausted. They turned off the lights and slept.

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She didn’t quite come. She got close, but as Stephanie lay in bed that morning at the condo looking at Jordan and rubbing herself, she listened to her conscience and made what she knew to be the right choice. First, before anything else, they had to have that conversation, all the adults together. So, reluctantly, she removed her fingers from her pussy, licked and sucked them clean, then got out of bed and went to take a shower.

Stacie and Carol did some kissing and sexy touching as they showered together but didn’t have sex. After a while, they got out and dried each other off, then went back into the bedroom to put on some clothes. Veronica was awake by then. She sat up and smiled at the women, and she almost said something to them about what had happened the night before. It was right on the tip of her tongue, but then she decided to wait. She wanted to talk to Stephanie first.

Kelly and the twins had a fun morning of shared kisses and tight hugs, pressing their naked bodies together. All three sisters grew excited, but none of them was really sure what the next step should be, so they didn’t do anything beyond the hot kissing. Not yet anyway. They just kissed for a long time, trading back and forth… until the smell of frying bacon drifted upstairs and reached the bedroom. Suddenly they were very hungry.

Jordan was still asleep, so Stephanie slipped into shorts and a t-shirt — wearing panties but no bra — and left the girl in bed as she headed downstairs to help with breakfast. She found Stacie cooking and Carol pouring mugs of freshly brewed coffee.

“Mmm,” Stephanie smiled, inhaling the wonderful aromas, “good morning!”

“Good morning!” Carol gave Stephanie a kiss on the cheek, then handed her a mug. “Did you sleep well?”

“Uh, well, sort of…” Stalling, trying to decide what she ought to say, Stephanie blew on her coffee to cool it. “Is, uh, is Veronica still asleep?”

“No, she’s up. She’s taking a shower.”

“Okay.”

Just then they heard a burst of chatter as Holly, Hailey, and Kelly emerged from the second bedroom and raced down the stairs, shouting, “We want bacon!”

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“That’s fine,” Angela said. “I’ll order breakfast for us, but it will take a half hour or so for them to deliver it.”

Eve nodded. “Okay, good. We’ll go take our showers and put on some fresh clothes and be back in a little bit.”

After giving Angela a hug and a kiss on the lips, she and Gwen and Paige headed for the elevator and went down to their own rooms.

“We should probably go home too, for showers and everything,” said Bridget. “Don’t you think, Shiel?”

“Yeah, I suppose,” her sister mumbled as she yawned and stretched. Sheila still wasn’t really awake all the way, but she had put on her panties and her sundress before joining the others in the main living area of the suite where they were making plans for the day.

“But will you stay for breakfast, before you go?” Angela asked.

“Sure, thanks, I think we can do that,” Bridget smiled. “Girls, are you hungry?”

Erin, Fiona, and Debby all grinned eagerly, nodding their heads.

“I’m hungry,” Amanda piped. “Me too,” added Bambi.

“All right,” Angela chuckled as she picked up the phone to call in the breakfast order. “Keep your shirts on. Or, on second thought, take them off if you like.”

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“Hey, look, you guys!” Paige called from inside the hotel room she shared with her sister. “A light’s blinking on the phone. What does that mean?”

Her mother came in from the adjoining room at the same time that Gwen came out of the bathroom.

“Um, I’m not sure,” Eve said as she picked up the receiver. “But I think it might mean there’s a message or something.”

She punched the voicemail button. After a few seconds, she smiled broadly, then held the phone out to Gwen. “It’s for you.”

“It is??” Gwen blinked in surprise. “Who is it?”

“Wait. I’ll restart it.”

Now it was Gwen’s turn to smile as she listened to the message. “It’s Kelly!”

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As they finished their nice breakfast, scrambled eggs and bacon prepared by Stacie, Veronica took Kelly aside.

“You can take them over to the arcade, if you want,” Veronica said, referring to Hailey, Holly, and Jordan. “I’ll give you some money. But take your phone and then I’ll call you after we’re done, okay?”

“Okay.”

She had explained to Kelly that the women were going to have a long talk about… well, what everyone seemed to know was happening but no one had discussed openly. Kelly really wished she could stay and listen, but she understood what her mom was asking. It made sense. She picked up her backpack, making sure her cell phone was in it — and just then it rang.

Fumbling a bit, Kelly yanked out the phone and glanced at the display. The call was from the Playa del Mar! It might be Gwen!!

“Hello?”

“Kelly?”

“Gwen?”

“Hi!” “Hi!”

“Um, I got your message. Thanks for calling me.”

“Oh, you’re welcome,” Kelly grinned, feeling all warm and happy inside.

“How are you doing?”

“Good. How are you?”

“We’re fine. So… you said there was something you wanted to ask me?”

“Um, oh yeah, sorry. It’s, like, do you know what snorkeling is?”

“Snorkeling?” Gwen frowned. “Uh, I think so. Kind of, anyway. Why?”

“Have you ever done it?”

“No.”

“Cuz, um, we found out, I mean, my mom and me — one of my moms, I mean, the one I call Mommy — anyway, we found out there’s some good places here, like, near here, for snorkeling and stuff. And I wanted to know if, maybe, if you guys weren’t busy, you know, if maybe you’d want to go with us. Or something.”

“Go with you… snorkeling?”

“Yeah.”

“Where is it?”

“Um, I don’t know exactly, but pretty close, I think. But I mean, if you can’t, it’s, you know, it’s okay…”

“No, I want to, I think. I’ve never done it or anything, but I’d like to try. When are you going?”

“I don’t know. First we have to…” Kelly paused. She couldn’t possibly tell Gwen about that, about the momentous conversation her moms and the others were about to have.

“Um, there’s something else we have to do first. So I don’t know if we’re, like, going today or maybe later. Can you hang on a sec?”

“Sure.”

Putting her hand over the cell phone, Kelly said, “Mommy? It’s Gwen. She wants to go snorkeling with us, but when do you think we can go?”

“Oh, I don’t know, sweetie. Maybe not today, though. Tomorrow might be better. Would that be all right?” Stephanie asked.

“Yeah, um, I guess,” she nodded, before putting the phone back to her ear. “Gwen? I don’t think it’s gonna be today. Maybe tomorrow, I hope. But, like, do you want to just meet up today anyway or something? Like on the beach and stuff? Maybe later?”

They made plans to meet that afternoon at 1:00, just outside the beach entrance to the hotel, and then said goodbye. Kelly was very excited. Now, however, she had to gather up the twins and Jordan and take them over to the arcade for a while.

It took a few minutes to get everything arranged, but soon the girls were on their way, and then the four women sat down again around the table. The breakfast dishes had been cleared, and fresh cups of coffee poured. They were ready.

Veronica and Stephanie looked at each other, not knowing who should begin. As it turned out, Carol spoke first.

“Oh, come on, Ronnie and Steph,” she said, “there’s no reason to be so nervous. Everything’s just fine. Yes, it’s true that Stacie and I have had sex with each other and we’ve both been having sex with Jordan too, as I guess you’ve figured out. But it’s really wonderful. It’s not a problem at all. We love it, don’t we, Stacie?”

The younger woman nodded but didn’t say anything.

“And Jordan does too,” Carol continued. “So, what’s the big deal? We’re three people who love each other very much, giving each other what we need, kissing and touching. And who better to do that than someone who knows us, who cares for us, who has always loved us and always will, someone we can count on forever? You know, like your mother or your daughter or your sister?”

She stopped and waited.

After a long moment of tense silence, Stephanie swallowed and quietly said, “But it’s… incest.”

“So?” Carol challenged her. “Why is that wrong? Why shouldn’t I make love with my daughter, giving her pleasure and affection, or with my granddaughter? Just because someone says it’s wrong — probably some man — that doesn’t make it wrong, does it? I mean, think for yourselves!”

Again she paused, letting them consider what she’d said.

Veronica fidgeted. She didn’t know what to say but thought she should say something. Just as she was about to open her mouth, though, Stephanie blurted, “Last night I had sex with Jordan. Jordan and I had sex.”

Carol grinned. Stacie smiled too. Veronica turned to stare at her lover, her eyes wide. Then she cleared her throat, licked her lips, and announced, “I had sex with Hailey last night.”

Stephanie looked at Veronica now, her eyes opening wide too. But then she broke into a smile. “Really?”

“Uh-huh,” the older woman nodded. “Well, maybe not sex really, but, I mean… I held her hand, and rubbed it against my pussy, and I had, you know, an orgasm.”

“That sounds like sex to me,” Carol chuckled softly.

“Wow…” Stephanie breathed. “Do we… should we… do you think…”

“I don’t know… maybe…” replied Veronica. The partners studied each other, searching, questioning.

Finally Stephanie turned to look at Stacie. “You, you’re a mom — I mean, we’re all moms, here, but you have a little girl, like I do. Are you sure, is she, is she really okay with it?”

“Yeah, well,” Stacie shrugged, a smile at the corner of her lips, “look at her. I’ve never seen her happier. She loves it. And doesn’t she seem okay to you?”

“She certainly does,” Stephanie acknowledged. “And, uh, last night, she, I guess you could say she showed me just how much she loves it.”

“What did she do?” asked Veronica.

The blonde grinned. “Pony-Pony.”

“Pony-Pony!” Carol laughed, clapping her hands.

Veronica frowned. “What’s that?”

“It’s tribbing,” Stephanie told her. “She got on top of me, and tribbed with me, and made me come. We both came.”

Carol couldn’t stop laughing. Stacie was giggling too, her hand over her mouth.

Veronica couldn’t believe it. “Really? Tribbing??”

“Uh-huh,” Stephanie nodded. “She was — it was totally great. I came so hard.”

“Wow. That’s… amazing.”

“Yeah, it is. It was. I can’t wait to do it again.”

“Whew!” Veronica grinned, shaking her head. “Well, I suppose the question now is, where do we go from here?”

Continue on to Chapter 39

The Joy of Lake Tahoe, Chapter 4

  • Posted on October 10, 2015 at 2:08 pm

By Naughty Mommy

“Fuck, yes.”

When Fucker said those words, I heard Kate murmur, “Oh my god.”

I glanced at my sister. Her eyes were wide. She looked very young then, even innocent, although I knew that in real life she was anything but innocent.

“Kate,” I instructed, “take off Fucker’s shirt.”

“Um, okay.”

She stepped forward and began pulling up the girl’s oversize shirt. Fucker raised her slender arms over her head and Kate lifted the garment off, then dropped it to the floor. I gazed at Fucker’s tiny boobs for a moment, admiring them, thinking how nice it would be to kiss and lick and suck them. I felt my pussy tingle and squeezed my legs together.

“Now her skirt,” I said to Kate. “Take it off.”

She did, unzipping the little red skater skirt and pulling it down. Fucker stepped out of it. Now she and I were both naked.

“You take off your clothes too,” I nodded to my sister. She quickly complied.

It was interesting how Fucker wasn’t saying anything at all then, simply letting us do what we wanted. I got the clear impression, though, that she was perfectly fine with what was happening and that if she wanted something different, she would tell us.

When Kate was ready, I beckoned her to us. We stood together, three nude young girls, 13, 12, and 11, barely entering puberty but eager for lesbian sex. It wasn’t quite like something out of a David Hamilton pictorial, however, because Fucker still had chocolate all over her face and hands.

I grinned at my sister, raising my eyebrows. “You want to help me clean her up a bit, using only our tongues?”

“Awesome,” Kate giggled.

So we set to work, licking Fucker’s chin, her cheeks, and her lips, our breath coming faster, our bodies heating up as we pressed close to one another. When her face was mostly clean, we each lifted one of her small hands to our mouths, licking and sucking her fingers.

Even though what we were doing wasn’t overtly a sexual act, it was nevertheless extremely intimate and erotic. My pussy was drenched.

After we finished cleaning Fucker, I took her face in my hands, gazing into her lovely blue eyes, seeing beauty, desire, and willingness there. I softly kissed her lips. She was trembling with arousal, and so was I. It was time.

We lay on the bed, Kate and I on either side of the little blonde, who was on her back. For the next several minutes we did nothing but kiss, sharing back and forth, two girls pressing their mouths together while the other girl watched, sometimes all three of us kissing at once.

There was no hurry. We all wanted more, and soon we would have more, but for the moment kissing was everything, and it was wonderful.

Gradually, inevitably, our hands began to stray. I felt fingers on my breasts, squeezing the nipples. My breath caught. My clit throbbed.

Slowly I slid my mouth beneath Fucker’s chin, kissing and nibbling her throat. My hand found a little tit, fondling the nipple, feeling it stiffen and grow. I eased down on the bed until my mouth was at her breast. I placed my tongue at the tip, flicking, teasing. I heard her gasp.

I licked the nipple, once, twice, then sucked it into my mouth. Fucker gasped again and groaned, her body shivering with pleasure. Glancing to the side as I tongued her nipple, I saw that Fucker had a hand between Kate’s legs. She was playing with my sister’s pussy.

Feeling emboldened, I let my own hand slither down across Fucker’s belly to her mound. I caressed her there for a moment, stroking the silky soft patch of barely-there pubic hair. Then I ventured lower, onto her smooth labia. They felt swollen and hot and — and yes, slippery too. She was definitely getting very juicy.

I wanted to taste this girl. I had to. I left the breast after giving the taut nipple one more lick, and slid further down until I was between her thighs.

My mouth was watering, my pulse racing. I gazed at Fucker’s wet pink pussy, licking my lips.

And then I waited. I forced myself to pause for a few seconds and do that thing, what my mother calls the joy of looking. It always makes it better for me when, instead of rushing ahead, I take the time to really see where I am and what I’m doing, then lock the memory in my mind forever so I will always be able to recall the moment, exactly how it looked and how it felt.

Then I was ready. I brought my lips to her lips and I kissed her. She tasted wonderful. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, taking her scent into myself. I nuzzled her, my nose slipping between her pussy lips, nudging up toward her clit, my mouth seeking and finding her little vagina. I was eating Fucker, eating this 12-year-old girl, and oh my god, it was utterly perfect.

Before long, my face was coated with her juices. She came quickly and wetly. When her first orgasm was over, I raised my head briefly. I wasn’t finished with her yet, I still wanted more, but I thought it would be nice to see her face, her smile.

Except her face wasn’t really visible… because Kate was sitting on it! I could see Fucker’s chin and I caught glimpses of her tongue, lapping at my sister’s slit, but that was all. Her hands were on Kate’s bottom, holding her, squeezing the tight cheeks. Kate was moving fast, fucking Fucker’s face. I could hear little squeals and I knew she was almost ready to come.

I smiled and went back to eating the girl some more. This time, I concentrated on her clit, licking the stiff bud, kissing and nibbling with my lips. I pressed a finger up inside her cunt. It wouldn’t go in far, though. She was very tight and I didn’t want to force it.

Soon I brought her a second time. By then, Kate had already climaxed on top of her, in Fucker’s mouth. When I looked up again, they were kissing. Kate was kneeling beside Fucker, holding her face in her hands, kissing and licking the girl’s lips, tasting her own juices.

I watched them for a moment, then pushed myself up, getting to my knees. I straddled Fucker’s thigh, lifting her other leg, sliding forward until our pussies met. She opened her eyes, smiling at me.

“Have you ever done this before?” I asked her.

“Uh-huh,” Fucker nodded. “I like it.”

Kate grinned and leaned back against the headboard, rubbing herself.

I started to move, fucking this cute, sexy young blonde, tribbing with her, scissoring our cunts together. I was already extremely aroused and so was she, so it didn’t really take much, not many strokes at all, until I was quickly getting close, right on the edge of an orgasm.

It seemed like Fucker might be there too — although she’s one of those girls who can get to a place where she’s coming almost constantly without stopping — so I wasn’t really sure if she was on the brink of a climax now, or in the middle of one.

But it didn’t really matter. Wherever Fucker might be, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I closed my eyes, clenched my teeth, fucked her faster and faster — then exploded on top of her.

This was a big one. Every orgasm is fabulous, of course, but sometimes they can be so overwhelmingly powerful that it’s like the whole world vanishes and time has no meaning … it’s just me and my pussy and that heavenly feeling, that’s all there is or ever will be.

Years later, when I finally came down from that incredible high, I found myself squeezing Fucker’s upraised leg, my arms wrapped tightly around it, our sodden pussies still pressed firmly together.

“Goddamn… that was…” I let out a long sigh, shaking my head.

“That was fucking awesome,” Fucker said. “You made me come so fucking hard.”

I grinned at her. “Good. I came really hard too.”

“I know,” she smiled.

“Me too,” Kate added, holding up a wet finger that just just been deep inside her. She giggled, then sucked the finger into her mouth.

Fucker was still smiling at me, our eyes locked together. She ran her tongue around her lips. I suddenly realized that I was still clutching her leg, so I gently released it, setting it down on the bed.

As I started to climb off, Fucker began, “So, when you think you’re ready for more…” Instead of completing the sentence, she crooked her finger, meaning she wanted my pussy on her face.

I nodded, smiling, and crawled up toward her. I was definitely ready for more. Kate saw her opportunity too, scampering down between Fucker’s legs, ready to lick her.

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For the next hour and a half or so, we fucked and ate and sucked and licked and kissed and tribbed and fingered and came — oh my god, did we come, over and over and over again.

But, alas, all good things must end. Not long after we finished a three-way daisy chain, enjoying simultaneous screaming orgasms, my cell phone rang.

“Crap!” I said, scrambling to find the phone in the pile of clothes on the floor.

It was Aunt Barbara, of course. She told me they should be done with their meetings in no more than a half hour. I said that sounded good.

“So, what have you kids been up to this afternoon? Anything fun?”

“Uhh… yeah. We’ve actually been having a lot of fun, doing some… taste tests, sort of.”

“Taste tests?”

I glanced over at the other girls. They were red in the face and giggling almost uncontrollably.

“Well, um, you know I said we ordered a lot of food for lunch? A lot of different stuff?”

“Yes?”

“So, we tried all the different things, tasting them. And then we just kept tasting and trying stuff and it was all so good, we — we just got really excited.”

“Oh. Uh, well, all right.” Our aunt sounded a bit confused. “That’s… good, I suppose. Anyway, I’m glad you’re having fun. Are you still up in the suite?”

“Uh-huh. I mean, yes, ma’am.”

“All right. So, why don’t the two of you meet me in the lobby in, say, 30 minutes, and then maybe we’ll go for a drive around the lake before dinner.”

“Oh, okay, sure. That sounds good.”

After I put down the phone, Fucker tried her best to stop laughing, then finally managed to say, “That was totally fucking cool, Julie. But, um, shit, what time is it?”

“It’s a quarter to 4:00.”

“Shit,” she cursed, “I have to go meet my moms. Their seminar is supposed to be done at 4:00. I wish I could stay longer…”

“Are you going home today?” I asked.

“Yeah,” she nodded, looking sad. “We’re not staying over or anything.”

“That’s a drag.”

“I know, but” — she bounced suddenly to her feet, beaming — “it was totally fucking awesome meeting you guys!”

We got dressed and hurriedly remade the bed. I called room service, telling them they could pick up our dishes and stuff, then we took the elevator down to the lobby.

Fucker’s moms were waiting for her there. She introduced us to them. Before they left for their long drive home, we traded phone numbers and email addresses. Fucker hugged both Kate and me super tight, squeezing us until we had almost no breath left, and then we said goodbye.

What a great girl she was. I really hope we’ll stay in touch.

After they were gone, Kate turned to me and said, “Now can we go down to the lake?”

I looked at my phone and shook my head. “No, sorry, Aunt Barbara’s supposed to meet us here any time.”

My sister grabbed my shirt, bunching it up in her fist like a tough guy in an old movie. “Listen,” she growled, “tomorrow, we’re gonna go down and check out that lake, no matter what. You got me?”

“Yes, yes!” I laughed. “I got you! We will! I promise!”

“Okay, then.” She let go of my shirt, still glaring.

As predicted, our aunt showed up a minute later. She greeted us with hugs, then took us on an absolutely gorgeous drive all the way around Lake Tahoe. The sun went down as we neared the end, and we stopped for a really nice dinner at a restaurant overlooking the water. It was an almost perfect end to a memorable day. If only Fucker had been there.

We got back to the hotel around 8:30, watched TV for a while and just generally chatted about things, then Kate and I went to bed at 10:00, as we’d done the night before. Again, of course, we weren’t necessarily planning to go to sleep right away. Both of us were looking forward to recounting all the wonderful sexy adventures we’d had that day.

However, about 15 minutes after we got in bed and turned out the light, we heard something. It was a faint sound, but quite unmistakable to us. By then, we had seen enough pornography — and had enough sex — to recognize the moans and sighs we were hearing.

We looked at each other for a moment, came to a mutual decision, and got out of bed. Silently we opened the door and crept out of the room. The sounds we’d heard were coming from Aunt Barbara’s bedroom. We snuck close to her door on tiptoes, my sister and I both nude.

The door was ajar. Why, I don’t know, but it was. The gap was sufficient for us to peek in and see what was going on.

Our aunt was watching lesbian porn. She was sitting naked on the end of her bed, staring at a big plasma screen mounted on the wall — where a pair of very young-looking girls were having hot sex. At the moment, they were tribbing. Aunt Barbara was masturbating as she watched them.

But she was wasn’t only watching and masturbating, she was talking too. We could hear her saying, “That’s right, fuck that girl, fuck that little girl, fuck her with your pussy!” And although her back was partly to us, we could easily tell that she was fucking her own pussy with her fingers.

Kate and I looked at one another, eyes wide. I really wanted to stay longer and see what would happen, and I’m sure Kate did too, but on the other hand, we certainly didn’t want to get caught spying on our aunt.

I nudged my sister and tipped my head toward our bedroom. She nodded. We tiptoed back.

“Oh man! Did you see?” Kate exclaimed, as soon as the door was closed. “Did you see that?”

Of course I had seen, but I knew that wasn’t what she meant. “I know,” I replied, “that’s pretty amazing.”

“What do you think? Is she a lesbian, like us?”

“Maybe. I mean, it seems like she might be. But maybe not. Mommy told me one time that a lot of women, even straight women, like to look at lesbians when they, you know, when they’re masturbating. Men do too, of course.”

“Ewww…”

“I know,” I giggled. “Come on, let’s get back in bed.”

Now we really had a lot to discuss  — not only going over all the exciting things we’d done with Fucker that day, but also talking about our Aunt Barbara. I’d always thought she was really attractive, and it turned out Kate felt the same way.

My sister and I played with ourselves as we talked about everything, and we both enjoyed a couple of nice climaxes. We didn’t really make love that night, though, because our heads were just too full of things to mull over. And anyway, we’d had so many incredible orgasms that day with Fucker that we were pretty much worn out.

Finally, we were ready to fall asleep. As we lay on our backs, holding hands, our knitted fingers sticky with pussy juice, Kate and I shared a few more soft kisses, said we loved each other, then drifted off.

The End

Note to Readers: This story continues as Chapter 103 in The Joy of Looking.

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