Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Jen

I was now assured of my suspicion that an unseen world of illicit pleasure existed within our household, although its scope had surprised me. The morning following my discovery of their tryst, neither my governess nor my stepmother gave any indication that they were aware I had discovered them, and I felt obliged to keep up their pretense. I began to seriously doubt that I had been discovered. At the very least, Mademoiselle had not seen me, so if mama had not told her she would not know. But I found being stuck with this secret infuriating, and my mind was distracted with constant fantasies of what had been going on behind closed doors around me.

The idea aroused me whenever I thought of it, and I found myself more often stealing moments to indulge in that arousal. The orgasms I gave myself seemed to get stronger and deeper, but the more I pleasured myself the more I realized that what I really wanted was to be able to join the indecent cabal for their games.

Not long before the idea would have seemed shocking, but I gave in to my desires willingly. All the same, the idea seemed shocking and impossible. How could I, a young girl, approach my governess, let alone my own stepmother, and ask to be ushered into their sexual society? And what of the coachman, and his impressive member? Could I really let him use it on me?

I resolved to find a solution to my exclusion, and settled on the idea of forming my own sinful secret society. If I were discovered by them to be enjoying the same illicit pleasures, perhaps they would invite me into their confidence, and reveal to me the other secrets of their lustful world.

But where could I find a suitable partner to reveal myself to? I briefly thought of engaging Severine, but felt her innocence was still a little too pristine. Perhaps one of the maids would do? But perhaps they were already ensnared in the house’s secret, a possibility which led me to cast my net beyond our walls.

There were no suitable young men anywhere near, but I did have a friend who lived only a couple of hours away. Her name was Francoise, and I had stayed with her family for a few months after mother died, and occasionally since, though we had rarely returned the courtesy. She seemed the best candidate indeed, as we had always got on closely, and the last time I had stayed at her house we had spent a forbidden session kissing one another on the pretense of practicing for boys.

I approached father in his study one day, and he agreed. “It will be your birthday in a few months, perhaps we shall ask Francoise’s family to let her stay with us for a time around then?”

“What a lovely idea,” said my stepmother, who stood behind my father’s chair with her hand on his shoulder, “I used to so enjoy having girlfriends stay with me when I was your age,” she said, smiling.

*****

So eventually my fifteenth birthday came, and with it my friend Francoise. I enjoyed having someone my own age to spend time with immensely, and our friendship picked up as if we had never been apart. We spent all the days together, and she slept in the spare bed in my own bedchamber. The weather was glorious, and we spent much time in the garden, or riding in the fields and lanes. Severine was somewhat jealous of my new friend, and complained that we left her behind, but I tended to ignore her whining.

Francoise confided in me that all was not well in her family. They had lost all of their money, and her father had taken to drinking and was often violent to both the family and the staff. To be honest, Francoise was glad to be away from the house for a while, and said her stay here had been a breath of fresh air.

She had become even more lovely than when I had last seen her a year before. I envied her long blond hair, and did not believe her when she said she admired my own red. I spent hours spreading and brushing that hair, running my fingers through it, and plaiting and arranging it in various styles. Her face was pretty, too, with green eyes and a small pert mouth, that I loved to remind myself that I had kissed. Her neck was like a swan’s, and her body was filling out with womanly curves.

I began to make a point of looking at her naked body while she was changing into her nightdress. She noticed me doing so, and was a little embarrassed at first, but after a couple of nights she became more bold, and began to meet my gaze. I was naturally changing at the same time, so we both stood next to our beds naked. She met my eye and held it for a long moment, before her eyes trailed lightly down over my naked body. Then she looked in my eyes another long moment before breaking the spell and putting her gown on.

This continued for three nights, at each the amount of time we spent looking at each other becoming a little longer. I began to find the anticipation delightful, and I could tell she was searching for the next step too. My chance came on the third night, when I noticed on the inside of her arm some long marks. Stepping forward, I took her by the wrist and touched the scars lightly.

“Francoise, darling, what are these?”

She looked embarrassed, and didn’t meet my eye.

“I…” she squirmed a little, and bit her lip.

“You did these with a knife?” She nodded. I felt for her, and thought how unhappy and alone she must have felt when she did it.

“Come, sit here,” I motioned her onto my bed. Turning my back on her I went to my bureau and retrieved a small blade I used for sharpening drawing charcoal. Without showing it to her, I climbed onto the bed and knelt by her. Before I could change my mind I drew the blade sharply down the inside of my arm. It stung, and blood began to flow immediately.

“What are you doing?” she looked at me with surprise.

“Now you.” I said, handing her the knife.

She looked at me with trepidation, then at my arm with the crimson rivulet flowing down it. A drop of blood fell onto the white quilt, which seemed to galvanize her. She laid the blade against her own inside arm, and drew it against he flesh. I grasped the hand of her wounded arm with my own and squeezing it tightly, brought the two cuts together, mingling our blood. Comprehension flooding into her eyes.

“Now your blood is my blood,” I said “and you don’t ever have to suffer alone.”

Her eyes watered, and she leaned in and, ignoring our nakedness, she hugged me tightly, our breasts pressing together. We kissed one another on the cheeks and eyes, and I was about to kiss her lips when she broke the embrace with a strange look in her eyes. She had a look of earnest hunger, and she turned her eyes to my bloodied arm. Before I could realize what she was doing she took the wound into her mouth and sucked at my blood. She broke off after a moment, and looked at me squarely. Her lips and teeth were stained red, and combined with the wild desire in her eyes it made her look like a sensuous creature of the night. I had to reciprocate, and putting her bleeding arm to my lips I licked the strong salty blood and sucked for more. She held my head against her wound while I did.

I pulled away and looked at her. She was still sat on the edge of the bed, but climbed up onto it facing me, she had the knife in her bloody hand, and she was breathing quickly, her full breasts rising and falling. She put the knife to her other arm and cut herself again, holding it to my mouth. I licked more delicately this time, watching her as I did. A drop of blood ran down the corner of my mouth and down my chin. She leaned forward and licked it up quickly, and before she could retreat I kissed her passionately. She tasted metallic from the blood, and our tongues joined each other in the midst of the the kiss. She melted down to the bed, and I followed her. We lay on our sides on the bed. Her smooth skin felt cool against mine, and I ran my hand down her flank to her thigh and pulled her leg over me.

Her mouth moved on from mine and she kissed and licked down my neck, and I watched her as her carried on down to my breast, kissing it all over, but stopping just short of the nipple to look up at me mischievously. She produced the knife again and pressed my shoulders gently back onto the bed. Raising herself up onto one elbow, she positioned her breast close to my lips and pointed the tip of the knife at the base of her throat. Slowly, she cut the soft skin of her neck, and let the blood flow down her breast to her nipple dangling just above my mouth. I took the offering into my mouth, tasting the salty blood on her stiffening nipple and swirling it with my tongue. She moaned softly and closed her eyes. I watched her long golden hair spill forward as she let her head loll, and held her body to me, running my hands down her back. I moved my head to her other nipple and felt its softness turn stiff under the influence of my tongue. I did my best to give her as much pleasure as I could, and she seemed to find my efforts more than sufficient.

Her hand still held the knife as she gently traced her fingertips down between my breasts and over my belly to toy gently with my pubic hair. She moved herself between my legs and brought her face down, running her cheek along one inner thigh. She paused for a moment, and I felt her hot breath panting on my waiting labia. She teased the lips lightly with her mouth and tongue, and moved up towards where my clit nestled. Her eyes were closed and she seemed engrossed in what she was doing. Her lips were stained with the mixture of our blood, and she looked for all he world like a wild animal, apart from the gentle, almost reverent way her tongue explored my exposed secrets.

I began to moan encouragement to her, as what she was doing felt delicious and she began to probe deeper and more confidently. She brought a bloody hand up and spread the lips widely, making me moan, as she played up and down the tender parts within with her tongue. She came up to the top of my slit and began to tease my clitoris out with her tongue, working all around it, but never upon it directly. The feeling was indescribable, and I arched my back and writhed.

She paused for a moment, and I looked down the length of my body to where she lay between my spread thighs. In the moonlight the skin of her naked body seemed translucent, and her eyes were like dark pools. Her fingertips were lightly toying with the opening of my vagina, and I could hear and see the wetness coming from within it. I moaned in encouragement, and she slid one of her fingers up into the warm wetness. My body offered her no resistance, and she buried it all the way to the knuckle. She curled her finger slightly and drew it along the inside wall as she slowly pulled it most of the way out. Joining it with a second finger she slid back into me all the way again, twisting her fingers. I watched her expression, and she seemed engrossed with the sight of the fingers disappearing into my body. She began to work them more urgently, making long deep strokes into me, licking her thumb and placing it over my clit as she did. I began to lose control and lay back surrendering myself to the pleasure she was delivering. As I lay moaning she raised herself up to kneel straddling one of my legs and began to slide her own wet sex along my thigh, with her spare hand toying frantically with her own clit.

I could resist no longer, and the waves of an orgasm built and washed over me and I cried out and grasped at the bed covers as Francoise pushed deeper within me. As I began to subside she withdrew her fingers and slid herself up my thigh bringing our sexes together, the lips joining and our juices mingling, as we both delicately ground our hips. She was soft and hot and slippery against my sensitive folds, still recovering from my orgasm.

We both collapsed together and said nothing, and in a few short minutes Francoise was asleep in my arms. Everything had worked out perfectly.

Continue on to Chapter 4

By Jen

By Jen

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in August 2010 }

It seems to me now as if the path I have travelled was one of inevitability. Looking back I see that to think I had any power over what would eventually become of me was a conceit, and required me to wilfully ignore the influence of the unseen hand that guided me for so long. But at the time I was a foolish girl and I did just that, and you will see how, eventually, I became aware of just how totally my destiny had been dominated by another.

*****

My family were never especially wealthy, but we did bear a proud name, from which we inherited a fine house, and the obligation to project a certain outward grandness. Truth be told, the country about our house in the Limousin was poor, and many of the other great houses and châteaux in these parts were now crumbling ruins. A wave of misfortune seemed to have passed over the great families hereabouts these last hundred years, with whole families sickening and dying of unexplained maladies, leaving their estates to ruin. But our house at least still stood, and within it’s walls our family lived our lives in spite of the rot and decay that seemed to be slowly swallowing up all the lands about us.

That is not to say we knew nothing of misfortune. My mother passed away when I was young, a loss my father never quite recovered from. I have only the vaguest recollections of her, and my sister Severine, three years younger than I, remembers nothing. Father loved us as well as he could, but was not an overly affectionate man, and with only my sister for company I recall the house being a lonely place. Father recognized his shortcomings, and must have felt the best thing he could do to raise us well was to remarry, and so when I was ten years old he announced that we would be gaining a stepmother.

I met her for the first time the night father announced the engagement to us. He had called my sister and me into the library, where he spent much of his time working on one or other of his histories. He was seated upon an armchair, and standing beside him was a tall young woman whom I had never seen before. I was surprised to see a visitor in our house after dark, as we had had no guests at dinner, and none had been announced at the door.

“Genevieve, Severine, I would like you to meet Mademoiselle Catherine. She is to become my wife the Madame Marmontel, and your stepmother.”

Father beamed widely, and motioned for us to come a little closer. The lady was tall and slim, and had a statuesque quality of stillness about her that seemed striking in someone still young. She looked first at Severine, then turned her eyes upon me, and as she did I was transfixed. Never had I seen such beauty! Gathered upon her head her dark hair was full and luxurious, and her skin of her face had a milky smoothness accentuated by full pink lips. Her long lashes batted once as she cast her gaze over us, and her darkly-lashed eyes twinkled with a smile as she met my gaze. She moved towards us sinuously, her long skirt swishing, and bent a little at the waist to bring her face down to my height. As my father gazed weakly on, she placed her alabaster hands on my cheeks and kissed me sweetly on the lips, before treating Severine to the same greeting.

“I hope to get to know the two of you very much better after I come to live with you,” she said. “We shall have such fun together.”

That night I lay awake with my head swimming with thoughts of the future, and with apprehension at what this strange and exciting woman would bring to our home. I could never have imagined the strange and wondrous things that she would bring upon our house.

*****

In due course the wedding came and went, and our new stepmother became as much a part of our lives as our governess and the few maids we had about the house. She treated father kindly, and in return he seemed quietly besotted with her. Satisfied that his daughters were in good hands, he retired more and more often to his studies and his writings, and some days we would not see him at all, as he became in the habit of taking his meals in the library whenever he was engrossed.

Our stepmother was a lady of unusual habits herself. In keeping with the languid, almost luxurious demeanor which she projected she rose late, coming down well after midday most often. And she often seemed lethargic and distracted during the daylight hours. After dark, however the contrast could not have been more vivid, and she would even call for her horse late at night, and wrapping a thick velvet cloak about her, would disappear into the night, riding side-saddle at a gallop. Thinking back now, it was odd that father should have indulged such behaviour, but he was lost in his quill and his books.

It was only slowly that the cracks in our family’s veneer of normality began to show, and dark and hungry things began to stir beneath the surface. The first inkling I had was in my thirteenth year, when my nights began to be disturbed by visions of growing unease and intensity.

I still shared my chamber with my sister at that age, although her presence was to be little comfort to me in my nightmares. At first it was nothing but an odd sensation as I crossed over from the waking world into dreaming. I would feel as if I were falling, being dragged down into my bed by a strong current, a sensation I would barely recall when I woke. But as they continued, I became aware that as I was pulled under a cloud of hot dark silk wrapped and billowed around me, tangling my limbs and blocking my sight. If I struggled it only pulled tighter, and wrapping silken bolts around me, held me fast. Incapacitated by this faceless force, I tried to call out, but when I opened my mouth, the black thing invaded my mouth and stoppered me. Thus assaulted and overcome, I would wake with a rush and find my night dress soaked with a cold sweat, while Severine slumbered in ignorance of my distress.

Often I lay awake for a long while after these episodes, afraid to sleep in case the dream overtook me once more. Our young governess Mademoiselle Courtauld slept in the room across the hall, but I feared to move from my bed, and besides, what power could she wield over nightmares? In the darkness of my bed chamber, and seemingly alone in the world it was no easy task to soothe myself from the terror of the awful dream. Every shadow seemed to conceal menace, and I imagined I saw things move in the corner of my eye.

In a sane world, such fears are unfounded, for in reality nothing lurks in the shadows of the night, but alas I was to learn that for me such fears were justified. As I lay in my bed after one of my night horrors, casting a fearful glance around the room, I was suddenly overcome by a dizzying sensation as if swooning. The room swam, and the shadows about me became like liquid, flowing and swirling. Struggling to find a point upon which to focus, my attention fell on the door of my wardrobe, which was standing ajar. Only the shadows within it seemed immune to the sickening motion of the rest of the room, and I sat up and got unsteadily to my feet to move towards it. As I did, the darkness within the wardrobe swelled, and blew a warm breeze that sent a shiver across my sweat-soaked skin. With the rest of the room still writhing, I glided numbly into the safe darkness of the wardrobe, closing the door after me.

Once within, my head cleared, and I took stock of the situation. Either side of me, clothes hung harmlessly, and I reached out and touched the bare wooden sides. All appeared normal, although it was preternaturally dark, and I could not tell if my eyes were open or not. After standing a moment in this state, I imagined I felt something brush delicately against the back of my hand, though I had not moved. Fear rose again in my stomach. I felt a feather-light touch on my cheek, and turned to see if I could feel what had touched me. There was nothing there. Frozen I stood, still thinking I had imagined it. But after a moment I felt a flurry of light caresses up the back of my legs and thighs under my night dress. I reached for what could have touched me, but there was nothing, and as I did I felt another wave travel up from my wrists, along the inside of my arms, and across my chest. It was warm within the dark wardrobe, and even though the cause was unknown, the touches were not unpleasant. Vainly I felt for what could be causing them, but even as I did a pattering of them flowed from the back of my scalp, down the back of my neck and down my back, passing lightly over my buttocks. I realized that these touches were passing directly over my skin, underneath my night dress, and the impossibility of it sent a little spurt of fear inside me.

Almost as if feeding on my new fear, the touches returned, swelling and dividing. They flowed over my naked skin, and I trembled at the pleasure of it, even as my stomach sank in terror. I braced myself against the wooden walls of the wardrobe, and concentrated on the caresses. They followed the curves of my body, a wave passing from the soles of my feet up my legs, swirling around my inner thighs and passing up the cleft of my buttocks, shockingly tickling my anus for the briefest of moments before growing firmer on my lower back, almost like hands pressing. Then it was soft and ephemeral again, splitting and passing around both sides of my waist and caressing the soft skin of my belly, joining and moving as a wave up my chest and delightfully stimulating the sensitive nipples of my small breasts. Now there were waves of tickles and caresses all over me, and I tilted my head back as they played wonderfully up my soft throat, while another wave worked it’s way down from my belly button, flowing teasingly and warmly over my pubis and finding it’s way between my thighs to pulsate deliciously against my virgin parts.

My fear was rapidly becoming forgotten as I became lost in the pleasurable sensations flowing over me, but an unmistakable sensation of hot breath in my ear tweaked a rush of fearful juices inside. In response the flurrying caresses redoubled, and their attentions upon my breasts became firmer, while a cascade of featherlight touches played on my clitoris and a languid finger of stimulation traveled wetly up and down my labia, teasing them apart. I became aware of a force gripping both my wrists as I braced myself against the interior of the wardrobe, and the breath in my ear returned and slid downwards over my neck, and I imagined it felt as if a forked tongue would, flickering on my skin. Now I could definitely make out some of the flutters on my body coalescing into firm hands, which clasped me about my waist. With my head still flung back and my back arched the tongue slid up my throat, and waves of pleasure flowed and played all over my skin. Suddenly the tongue on my naked throat seemed to grow and become a hot gaping maw, and I felt a sharp pain like two long needles piercing me and felt wet blood begin to flow.

I shot straight upright in my bed, almost crying out in pain. My hand clutched to my neck, but found no wound, and in the moonlight I could see Severine slumbering idyllically in her bed. This time my sweat was hot and my night dress clung to me wetly. Yet I shivered, and pulling the bedclothes tight about me I sat fearfully until dawn crept into the room and banished the shadows at last.

*****

As horrifying and bewildering at this incident was, I came to be strangely glad of it. For its coming heralded the end of my other less graphic but more constant nightmares. I came to regard it as some kind of odd fever that passed over me, a strange rite of puberty and imagined that such things were a common enough secret amongst girls my age.

Life assumed a pleasant enough routine for us, although many about us were not so lucky. The cooper’s daughter was taken by a wasting illness, as was our coachman’s pretty young wife. Most miserable of all was a string of grisly murders that occurred, including several young boys and girls found dreadfully mutilated, as was the local magistrate, whose pitiful disemboweled corpse was found in the road.

I paid little heed to most of this, and the ever-lovely Mademoiselle Courtald indulged me by trying to shield us from much of the worst news. I got most of the local gossip from my stepmother, to whom I had grown a strength of attachment and fondness greater than I had thought I would. She in return provided an abundance of affection to both of us girls, and seemed to have developed a warm friendship with Mademoiselle Courtald as well.

I remember well one sunny afternoon some year and a half after my nightmares stopped, when all four of us took the trap down to the river. There was a small eyot where willow trees grew, and the river on the near side was shallow enough to afford access. The coachman had driven us, and rolling up his breeches he carried Severine and then myself through the shallows on his back. stepmother had ridden her own splendid black mare, and Mademoiselle Courtald climbed onto it with her to splash across to the island. We spent a delightful afternoon there, wading in the river and exploring the little island.

“Mama, come pick some flowers with us,” I entreated her, dragging at her hand. She sat bonnet-less under a large tree, where she had been since we arrived.

“No, my dear, this warm afternoon has quite sapped my energies, why don’t you and Severine go on without me.” She smiled her lovely smile at me and squeezed my hand. I could see she was right, the sun had caused her to wilt visibly since setting out. Mademoiselle seemed equally given to lethargy today, and lay with her head in stepmother’s lap.

“The ride home is tiring,” she said, “and if I am to make it back to the house at all I shall need to have a little more wine here with Mademoiselle before we return.” We had opened a bottle from our cellars on arriving, and the older women had just opened the second for themselves.

“But find me a pretty bouquet, my darlings,” and my sister and I happily bustled off to do her bidding.

We spent some time gathering meadow flowers from the sunny side of the eyot, and had both managed an arrangement that we thought would please our stepmother, idly chatting while we did. The topic of our governess had come up, and I was surprised to here Severine confide:

“She sleepwalks, you know!”

“Does she? How do you know?”

“I saw her,” she said, eyes twinkling.

“You liar,” I scoffed.

“It’s true, I saw her just the other night. I was woken by the sound of a horse in the courtyard, and got out of bed to see.”

I had been moved down the hall to my own room by this age, and would not have known if she was out of bed or not, so I urged her to continue.

“I couldn’t see the horse or rider, but while at the window I heard Mademoiselle’s door open and close. As silently as possible, I peeked out of my own door and that’s when I saw her walking down the hall towards the stairs in her night gown and bare feet.”

“Where was she going?” I asked

“I don’t know,” Severine shook her head, the sunlight glinting off her long golden tresses. “But she didn’t come back, so I went back to bed and fell asleep. Do you think we should ask her about it?”

“No,” I replied, “she might feel embarrassed.”

“I suppose so.” My sister took my words at face value, but in reality I was very curious to find out for myself where our governess went in the dark of the night, and didn’t fancy my little sister tagging along if I was to follow her.

Satisfied with our flower picking I told Severine I was going back, while she elected to stay and pick a few more. And perhaps just as well, for I beheld the most unexpected thing on my return. Although not making any great attempt at stealth, I approached stepmother and Mademoiselle from behind a concealing wall of willow boughs, coming upon them unnoticed. I expected to find them sitting together under the tree as they were when I left, and in a way I did. But Mademoiselle’s head was no longer in mama’s lap, but instead her face was pressed close to my stepmother’s, and their lips were locked in a passionate kiss.

Shocked, I stared for some time from my place of concealment and watched the two beautiful women in this most unconventional embrace. Stepmother had Mademoiselle pulled closely to her, and she held her with one hand to her waist, and another holding her cheek. Mademoiselle clasped her arms tightly around mama’s body, and moved rhythmically as if trying to press herself closer. Their lips were locked together and their tongues played sensually on each other. I could see the wet pink of the tongues sliding and exploring together, and thought how luscious it must be to play in the mouth of another so.

I must admit, I found the sight exceptionally arousing, which shocked me. Something about the way the two women sensuously enjoyed each other’s mouths was intensely erotic, and I dithered for a long while before coming to my senses. Only the thought of explaining the scene, and my voyeurism, to Severine finally encouraged me to retreat a little, then approach more noisily. As I did I saw stepmother’s dark eyes flutter open in mid-kiss and look smilingly in my direction. She broke off the kissing, and the two women arranged themselves into a more decorous scene for my arrival. By the time I had emerged from behind the drooping willow branches there was no sign of what they had been up to, and the prompt return of Severine gave me cover to hide my obvious fluster.

My sister led us in presenting our bouquets to our stepmother, and she received them gaily, praising us both and kissing us on the cheek. Soon after, we waved the coachman back out to the eyot, and duly made off for home.

Mademoiselle sat opposite me in the trap, and although I could not meet her eye the whole way, my eyes kept straying to her lips and mouth. I imagined what it would feel like to touch those lips with mine, and part them with my tongue to meet her own within. She sat primly upon her seat, but as I watched her I thought of the secret I knew, and of the daring, provocative and lustful woman I knew lay beneath. I felt sure that whatever she could be secretly leaving her bed for must be enticing indeed.

Continue on to Chapter 2

By Gladys Stoatpamphlet

Reworked by JetBoy for Juicy Secrets

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in August 2008 }

Jade strolled towards the changing room with her thong in her hands. She hadn’t bothered to put it back on after the last lap dance she had given to a cute teenage girl. Sixteen, tops, she thought to herself, and really easy.

It had been fun, even. She had taken the girl — “Alice,” she’d stammered when Jade had asked her name — into the back VIP area and stripped nude during the first song. During the second song she had pressed the girl’s face between her tits, stood over her and brought her pussy to within an inch of Alice’s trembling lips. She had a big wet spot in her pants by then.

Jade had spent the third song grinding a thigh against Alice’s vulva, until the blushing teen came in her pants. It had been so sweet to watch, much better than dealing with the drunken warthogs she normally ended up dancing for. Another reason to like Fridays, she thought.

Fridays were better for a number of reasons. Saturday was busier, but more girls worked that night too, so there wasn’t really a better chance to make more money. And the Saturday security staff had a couple of real meatheads. A couple of them apparently thought that being a bouncer in a strip club meant that they’d get all the free pussy they could handle. They had been very disappointed to learn of the hands-off policy. The ones who stayed were sullen and could be pretty rude. But the Friday night team was a bunch of pros. They never gave the girls a hard time. There was no way she could just stroll across the room without putting her thong back on on a Saturday, but the Friday night team just smiled at her and shook their heads.

The biggest benefit about Fridays though was that the boss left the management of the club to Nicole, his daughter. Nicole was a real sweetie and did everything she could to make sure the dancers were happy. For Jade, this meant she could bring her daughter Mia to work with her.

She ran into Gigi coming out of the changing room. Gigi, her real name Geraldine, was a cute young blonde. Long hair, an elegant figure, and a wholesome, all-American face, all packed into a shiny silver bikini along with an overactive libido, all of which made her popular with both the customers and the other dancers. Gigi stopped dead in her tracks when she saw Jade’s bald pussy on display.

“Hey baby,” Jade said fondly.

“Ooh, Jade,” Gigi sighed. “Want some help cooling that hot pussy down?”

“Let me help you first,” Jade cooed. She twined her left arm around Gigi’s waist and thrust a hand into the front of the blonde’s bikini bottoms, sliding her middle finger through Gigi’s sticky labia, then inside the girl’s cunt, working it as deep as it would go. Gigi’s moans were cut off when Jade kissed her. She stirred up Gigi’s honey pot while their tongues wrestled.

Then, just as Gigi began to roll her hips, fucking herself on Jade’s finger, Jade broke off their kiss and stepped back. Gigi moaned in frustration when Jade took her finger away.

“Ohhhhh, Jade. Don’t tease me, pretty please?” Gigi whimpered.

Jade tossed her long blonde hair back. “No time now, baby. Money to be made. Wait ’til the end of the night and we’ll have some fun.”

“Oh, Jade,” Gigi pouted as she cupped her breasts. “There’s no way I can wait that long.”

“Yeah, I could tell. Your mouth tastes like pussy already. Who’s the lucky girl?”

“Paula,” Gigi giggled, blushing a bit.

“Paula’s always first,” Jade said with a smile. “You two are so cute together.” She bent to give the young blonde a soft kiss. “I’ll make you feel really good later, hon, I promise. But I gotta go check in on Mia.”

“Yeah, I bet you do,” Gigi said slyly. “Maybe I’ll go check in on her later, too.” She sighed, a yearning expression on her face. “God, your little girl is such a hottie.”

“Hey, be my guest,” Jade replied. “But you better work a little, too. You don’t want to go home empty-handed.” Jade slid past her and gave her ass a light pinch before slipping through the door into the changing room.

The changing room was private. Girls only. No men, not even management. The boss had made that rule and any guy who broke it got canned on the spot. There was usually some kind of naughty activity going on in the changing room during the night and tonight was no exception. Stephanie was on her knees eating Tammy’s pussy. Steph and Tammy did a girl-girl show on Fridays. They were roommates, lovers in their private life. Jade had been to their place and it only had one bedroom with a king sized bed. The three of them had spent some quality time in that bed.

Jade noticed a new girl, a redhead, staring at Steph on her knees, eating her girlfriend’s pussy without a trace of modesty. Some of the other girls were watching too, but they were used to such displays. The new girl was gazing at the two lovers with a mix of shock and hunger. She’ll fit in just fine, Jade thought with a smile.

She stopped next to Stephanie and ran her hand through the girl’s soft auburn hair as the cute redhead continued to slurp away at the shaven pussy in her face. Leaning in close, Jade brought her face right down next to Stephanie’s and inhaled deeply, breathing in the delightful scent of Tammy’s cunt. “Mmmm, smells good.”

“Tastes good too,” Steph said with a grin, her voice muffled somewhat by the pussy in her face. Jade moved closer and Stephanie raised her wet face to kiss her, sharing the taste of Tammy’s cunt.

“Hey, damn it,” Tammy panted. “Don’t stop now.” Her long brown hair was in a ponytail and she looked flushed.

Jade broke off her kiss with Stephanie and guided the girl’s head back into place between her lover’s legs. Rising up she pressed herself up against Tammy and kissed her fiercely, grinding her naked sex against the back of Stephanie’s head.

“Tease,” Tammy said when Jade broke off the kiss.

“I just wanted to say hi, baby,” Jade replied in a sultry whisper. “Oh, and I think the new girl’s interested.”

Tammy’s eyes darted quickly over Jade’s shoulder where the new girl was still staring at them. She looked young, only just eighteen. The girl blushed when she realized that she had been caught staring and turned away, her cheeks flushed red.

Tammy smiled. “We’ll have to get to know her better.” Jade gave her another quick kiss, then stepped away. She was really wet now and needed some relief. Time to check in on Mia.

Going straight up to the door to the manager’s office she walked in without knocking. Nicole was there, sitting at her desk. She was leaning back in the big chair behind the desk, breathing heavily, and the buttons of her blouse were undone. Jade grinned and closed the door behind her. Nicole’s eyes fluttered open as Jade strutted around the desk, but she didn’t say a word.

“Having fun?” Jade asked as she rounded the desk. Nicole was naked from the waist down. Kneeling on the floor under the desk was Jade’s daughter, Mia. She had just turned eleven. Her bright blue eyes twinkled up at her mom but she didn’t speak. Jade could only see half of her little girl’s face though, the lower half of it was buried in Nicole’s dripping pussy. Her slim little body was totally naked.

“Ooooooohhhhhh, fuck!” Nicole moaned in ecstasy. She started to grind her pussy into the baby face of little Mia. “She’s such a little darling,” she moaned.

Jade slid her hand into Nicole’s shirt to cup one of the woman’s braless breasts. “Oh, no she’s not,” she said as she began to pinch Nicole’s hardened nipple. “She’s a little lesbian slut, aren’t you baby?”

“Yes, Mommy,” came the muffled reply.

“You like eating Nicole’s hot pussy, baby?”

“Uhhmmmmmm yes, Mommy. It’s all wet and yummy. And her pussy is all smooth, like a little girl’s. Just like yours.”

“Good girl. You make Mommy so proud. And you make Nicole happy, too.”

“Oooohhh, she sure does,” Nicole moaned. “Oh, Mia, that mouth of yours.” She caressed the little girl’s head. “God, Jade… she’s incredible. She’s already made me come twice,” she whispered.

“Oh, she’s insatiable. You’re going to have to make her stop when you can’t take it any more. My little Mia will eat pussy all day if you let her.” Jade put one foot on Nicole’s big leather chair. With a sudden shove she stood up on the manager’s seat. “As for me, I just came here to fuck your face.”

Nicole looked up at the glistening flesh of Jade’s shaved pussy. The ring in the hood of her clit shone. She lunged forward to cover Jade’s pretty bare cunt with her mouth, her tongue sliding deep into the dancer’s gooey depths. One hand cradled the head of the girl between her legs while the other wrapped around the stripper’s hips to hold her firmly in place. Nicole was in pussy heaven.

“Aaaahhhhhh, that’s nice,” Jade moaned. She basked in the attention of Nicole’s searching tongue and sucking lips. Nicole was an excellent pussy licker and was always hungry for cunt. “That’s a good slut. Don’t make me come, though… I want my little girl to finish me off.”

Nicole’s arm tightened around Jade’s hips as her tongue curled about and tickled her lover’s urethra. “Ohh, I love that,” Jade moaned. Mmmmmm, you’re such a hot fucking dyke.”

Suddenly Nicole moaned and clutched at Mia’s little head. Jade ground her cunt into Nicole’s face as her boss began to come. Her body bucked in spasms of pleasure, but Mia clung tightly to her pussy, wildly tongue-fucking the older woman. Jade ground her cunt against Nicole’s gasping mouth.

Jade was really on the edge now. Sliding down Nicole’s wet body she kissed her deeply, loving the taste of herself on her sexy boss’s mouth. Nicole returned the kiss, shuddering as her orgasm wound down.

Little Mia, knowing that Nicole would be too sensitive for a minute or two, finally pulled her dripping face away from the woman’s delicious pussy. Now she was looking straight at her mother’s ass while she listened to the two women kiss. It was so pretty. Mia never got tired of staring at her mom’s hot ass… God, she was practically in love with it. She placed her hands upon Jade’s cheeks and parted them, opening her mother’s ass crack to her hungry gaze.

Jade thrust her bottom back toward her daughter, making it clear what she wanted from Mia as she and Nicole kissed.

When she felt her daughter’s tongue begin to trace circles around her anus, she moaned deep in her throat. “Ohhhhhh,” she gasped, breaking off her kiss with the flushed Nicole. “Lick Mommy’s asshole, baby! Put your tongue into your mother’s butt.”

Mia did as she was told. She stuffed her slick tongue as deep as it would go into her mommy’s rectum. Jade whimpered in a high pitch. Mia knew that sound, it meant her mother was close to coming, so she brought up her right hand and plunged all four fingers into her mommy’s pussy, deep as they would go, and wiggled them around.

Jade came like she was having a seizure. Her cunt clamped down like a vice on her daughter’s fingers, but Mia only giggled, her face still buried between her mummy’s cheeks.

Nicole watched the hot blonde come with something like awe. Wanting to be part of such a glorious moment she reached out and pinched Jade’s nipples firmly. Jade shook like a leaf in a storm and a gurgling, animal-like sound came out of her throat. Her back arched down like a bow, thrusting her ass out higher, and her pussy spasmed and squirted. Cream blasted out of her. The only thing that prevented her from soaking Nicole’s desk in her juice was the naked body of her little girl.

Mia squealed with delight as her mom’s honey sprayed on her naked flat chest. Quick as she could she pulled her tongue out of her Jade’s clenching butt and ducked down lower. She had only made Mommy squirt like this a few times before, but she knew what to do. She slid her left thumb into her mother’s ass where her tongue had been and began to piston her other hand in and out of Jade’s squelching cunt. Faster and faster she went until Jade began to shake again. When she felt her mom go rigid she pushed her fingers in as deep as they would go, twisted her hand around, and crushed Mommy’s clit with her thumb.

Jade made a keening wail as another orgasm rolled over her in pulsating waves. Her pussy pulsed and clenched. Mia opened her mouth wide, ready to receive. Hot mommy juice sprayed out of Jade’s spasming pussy all over the little girl’s face.

Mia loved wet pussies and pussy cream and now her tongue was swimming in a pool of nectar straight from her mother’s cunt. She closed her lips tight to savor the sweet gift while her hands roamed everywhere over her smooth little body, finally sliding down to rub fiercely at her bare slit.

Jade slowly opened her eyes as she recovered from her orgasm. She saw Nicole’s slack-jawed stare over her shoulder and turned her head to follow her gaze. A slow smile spread across her face at the sight of Mia. Her daughter had her eyes and mouth shut, her face was wet, her smooth flat chest glistened while the girl’s left hand pinched at her baby nipples. The girl was moaning, and the sound the as she finger fucked herself was music to her ears. At that moment Jade thought Mia was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. She watched as Mia gave herself a little orgasm, leaning against the table and shaking. Finally, Mia gulped down her reward and opened her eyes.

Jade rolled off of Nicole and stood up. She reached out with one hand and pulled Mia close. The two of them shared a deep lingering kiss. When they came apart Jade looked into her little girl’s eyes and said, “You’re so beautiful, baby.”

Mia actually blushed. “I’m all messy,” she said.

“Mmmm, you look so good messy. Damn, I wish I had a camera.” She ran her hands through her little girl’s hair. “Thank you, baby. You made Mommy come really, really hard. You were great.”

“I liked it,” Mia said. “I love licking your bottom.”

Jade chuckled. “Yeah, I could tell.”

A slightly sad look came over Mia’s face. “You have to go back to work now…?” she asked glumly. “But I wanna make love to you some more.”

“Uh, yeah. I’m afraid so baby.” She leaned in and licked Mia’s saturated chest. “Mommy’s got to pay the rent. But only a few more hours. Then we can go home and have some time together, just you and me.” Mia’s nipples were very rigid. Jade gave one a quick suck.

Mia sighed as her mother sucked her nipple and whispered in her ear, “Can I be your pussy girl?”

“Mmmm,” Jade moaned. She let go of the swollen bud and brought her face up so the two of them were nose to nose. “You’ll always be my little pussy girl baby. Always and forever.” Then they kissed. Mia sucked on her mother’s tongue desperately and Jade slid her hands around Mia’s tight little butt to gently probe her child’s tender holes. Mia spread her legs to give her better access.

When they finally separated Jade said, “I better go honey. Don’t be sad, though, Ms. Nicole is here to keep you happy and she’ll do anything you tell her to.” Jade turned to Nicole. “Won’t you, slut?”

“Yes,” the busty club manager said, nodding her head quickly. “Yes, anything.”

Mia looked at her mother. “Can I put my whole hand inside her, Mommy?”

“Of course you can, baby, and in any hole you like. Now you two be good, and Nicole… you’d better do as you’re told. Mia likes to be obeyed.”

Nicole’s voice was barely a whisper. “You know I’d do anything for her.”

“Actually yes, yes I do,” Jade said and gave Nicole a quick kiss. “That’s why you get to play with her.”

As Jade gathered up the small scraps of cloth that made up her dancing outfit Mia shyly asked, “Mommy, is Gigi here tonight?”

She almost laughed at the eagerness in her daughter’s voice and the look on her face. “She sure is. Would you like me to send her in later?”

“Uh-huh,” Mia said, nodding rapidly in excitement. “She told me last time that I could put candy in her pussy and eat it out of her… so I brought some Gummi Bears.”

“Oh, I’m sure she’ll like that. But make sure you get them all out, okay?”

“Don’t worry, I will. I’ll count them to be sure.”

Jade resisted the impulse to bend her little girl over and violate her cute little ass. Damn, she thought, three orgasms and I’m still horny. The next guy who gets a lap dance from me is going to be one lucky bastard… I should charge him extra. But all she said was, “Just have fun, baby.”

She blew her girl a kiss, not trusting herself to get too close, and waved at Nicole. Nicole didn’t even notice. Sitting in her chair her face was only a couple of feet away from Mia’s spread thighs. Jade turned and walked away quickly. The last thing she saw as she left the room was Mia’s hand reaching out to grab Nicole’s head. The last thing she heard was her daughter’s voice saying, “It’s your turn, slut. Lick me now.”

Jade went to her changing area and wiped herself down with a towelette. Hearing a moan she turned to see that Tammy had been good to her word. She was on her knees in a corner eating the new girl’s pussy. The redhead had her eyes closed and her breathing was erratic. Tammy was really going to town on her and Jade knew what a good pussy licker Tammy was. The new girl was getting a really nice welcome. Jade laughed to herself and finished getting dressed in her very skimpy outfit.

As she came out of the changing room Gigi was on her way in. She looked flushed, obviously having just given a private dance.

“See,” the willowy blonde said. “I’m working now.” The frustration in her voice made her sound almost angry.

Jade stepped in close and kissed her, whispering in her ear. “Good girl baby, Momma’s proud of her working girl. But all work and no play is no good. You want a little sexy fun?”

Gigi’s eyes were hooded with lust. All she could do was nod.

“Go say hi to Mia… she asked about you,” Jade said softly. Gigi’s lust filled eyes widened and she licked her lips. “She brought you some candy, too.”

“Oh fuck…” Gigi moaned, and hurried into the changing room.

Jade shook her head, smiling to herself. My little girl loves to fuck women, she mused. But I’m the one she makes love to.

She headed toward the stage, already moist in anticipation of the sex games she and her daughter would play later.

2

Error happened.

By Jeneee

Well, here I am again all snugged between Mommy’s legs this time. She says I’m getting too heavy to sit on her lap at the computer now, and besides, I used to keep squirming around on her as I typed and I guess it was getting too uncomfortable. So her legs are spread wide apart and my butt is tucked up tightly against her. Get the picture? Oh, and in case you were wondering, we’re both naked as usual. Now be honest, doesn’t it make you just a little bit horny knowing that a naked, nine year old girl is sitting in front of you – well, I mean not quite in front of you but I’m sure you can picture it, right? – squeezed between her naked mommy’s legs, telling you all about our family secrets? I know it gets me horny – giggle. So I gotta try to concentrate on what to write now, so Mommy, quit pinching my nipples.

You all now know how my sister got to be really friendly with Karen if you read the last chapter – well I kinda helped a little bit, didn’t I? Anyway, you will get a laugh out of this – I thought it was really hot – but next day at school Karen whispered in Em’s ear before class that she was still wearing them. You know what I mean, don’t you? She was still wearing the same panties that Em had worn all afternoon the day before. The ones she got soaked with her love juice – giggle.

She told my sister that she didn’t want to take them off that night. Well, she did take them off before she showered and almost threw them in the clothes hamper, but changed her mind at the last moment and decided to sleep in them. They’d dried out a bit during the evening, she said, but when she put them back on after her shower and then went to bed she couldn’t help rubbing the crotch and pulling it tightly against herself until her own ‘pussy pleasure juice’ – she remembered what we’d called it, yay! – started to seep out and mix with my sister’s. I’m trying to imagine how slippery those yummy lips of hers must have been after she’d rubbed them a while. And how soaked Em’s panties must have become once more as their juices mingled. Oh, Mommy, get your fingers out of my pussy, I’m trying to write. Oh my god, you’re getting me so fucking hornyyyyyyy!

Whew! Sorry – had to take a break again while Mommy got me off – giggle. You really wanna know how? She lifted me up and turned me around so I was facing her, straddling her hips, and then she got her finger wet from my pussy juices and then fucked my asshole hard and deep as we tongue kissed each other. Bet you wished you could have watched that, huh? I came so hard that I ended up screaming into her mouth.

Now, where was I? Oh yeah, well Em was so happy when Karen told her she was still wearing her panties that she gave her a big hug and whispered back that she was sharing their own love cocktail, which brought a big giggle from Karen. She said a couple of the other girls in their class looked at them kind of strangely when they were hugging so they quickly pulled apart and went to their seats. My sister was almost going to suggest they meet again in the washroom to trade undies once more but then thought that that was probably going a bit too far. But her thong was getting wet just from the thought of it.

Anyway, that all happened just after Em turned eleven and Karen was still only ten – her birthday was in November – and they’ve traded undies so many times since then we’ve lost count. They are both thirteen now and would you believe Karen’s mom still won’t let her wear a thong? So guess what? For Christmas that year, Em bought her half a dozen thongs as a special present and every day now – because she obviously can’t take them home – my sister brings one to school for her so she can change in the washroom each morning and at least wear it all day keeping her own panties in her schoolbag until it’s time to go home. Then Em brings Karen’s thong home for Mommy to wash and she takes a fresh one for her the next day. We are so sneaky – giggle. Mommy doesn’t mind, she thinks it’s kinda sexy – don’t you Mommy? She just nodded and tweaked one of my nipples again, telling me to keep on writing.

Sometimes my sister puts Karen’s panties on like before and gives her a special wet present to take home from school, but not so much anymore because they now have other ways of getting each other excited. But more about that later – think you can wait?

Mommy’s birthday is on the last day of October, and I’m sure you all know that is Halloween, so we’ve always teased her about being a witch. Sometimes we just have a party at home for her but that year, since it was Karen’s first Halloween in our neighbourhood, we all decided we should go trick or treating with her. Also, because Johnnie was almost four years old Mommy dressed him up as a little goblin and took him out with us as well. We all went together and because Mommy was with us, surprise, surprise, Karen’s mom stayed home and let her go with us as we went door to door. I guess she thought she would be safe with us – well, she would be, wouldn’t she? Giggle.

Karen told us that before they moved here her mom always took her around the development where they lived, staying on the sidewalk as she went up to all the neighbour’s doors, but it still embarrassed the hell out of her because all the other kids she knew went by themselves, even those who were younger than her. Anyway, after we finished up that night we ended up back at Karen’s house and played a little (no, not that way – I know what you were thinking, sheesh!) in their family room, eating some of our goodies while Mommy and her mom had a coffee together and got to know each other a little better. That made Karen happy because maybe, just maybe, she’d be able to stay for dinner next time she was at our house – and for dessert, too – if you know what I mean, giggle.

And guess what? She did. The first couple of times not much happened except that Em had Karen try on some of her clothes because Karen had told her she had so many pretty outfits. And yes, this also included undies, especially thongs as you can probably already guess. But she told Em that even her regular panties were sexier than her own. I only heard this afterwards because Mommy told me to leave them alone when they were in our bedroom or bathroom because, after all – she told me – Karen is Em’s friend. So, like a good little sister I ‘gave them their space.’ But Em always told me afterwards what they were up to.

Anyway, after a few weeks the weather got real cold and snowy and what we always did at that time of year after school was to jump into our hot tub and warm up – in more ways than one – giggle. But we still had to finish our homework first, Mommy just reminded me. So it was on one of these evenings, when Karen was allowed to stay for dinner after school because she and Em had some homework to do together (yes, it turned out that they eventually did have a project to share), that we told her about our hot tub – which she’d never seen before because it was sort of part of Mommy and Daddy’s bedroom suite, which included their own bathroom and shower.

When we showed it to her she went ‘ooooo, that looks so hot.’ And I remember giggling and saying, “that’s why it’s called a hot tub, silly.” I couldn’t believe she’d never even seen a hot tub before. She dipped her hand into the bubbly water to feel how warm it was and wondered what it would be like to sit in. So guess what? Mommy told her we could all go in if she wanted to join us and see what it was like. Johnnie was there too and he begged Mommy to let him go in as well. Because he was so young he’d not been allowed in before but this time Mommy agreed, but he’d have to sit on her lap.

What happened next was so funny because whenever we go in the hot tub we never wear anything and Johnnie knew that. So he was so excited that he was finally going in that he quickly pulled off his top and whipped down his pants, undies and socks and stood there naked waiting for Mommy to do the same and lift him into the tub with her. You should have seen Karen’s face. I mean it was like soooo red and she couldn’t take her eyes off of his, you know, little thingy. I don’t think she’d ever seen one before. It wasn’t like it was hard or anything, it just dangled there. We’d all seen it turn into a little stiffy before, especially when he was in the bathtub and that made us giggle, but I could imagine Karen even freaking out if she ever saw that.

Anyway, Mommy quickly came to the rescue and told Karen that Em could lend her one of her bikini bathing suits if she really wanted to join us in the hot tub, but my sister frowned and said she was going in naked as usual but that Karen could keep her panties on if she really felt that shy. Poor Karen didn’t know what to say. She looked back and forth from Mommy to Em as if trying to decide what to do, her excitement about seeing the hot tub slightly tempered now by the realization of what might be expected of her.

Well, I wasn’t going to wait around any longer to see what she was going to do so I quickly stripped off my clothes and just jumped in naked yelling, “last one in is a party pooper.” Told you I was a lil devil, didn’t I?

Seeing this, Johnnie ran over to where I was and held out his arms. He wasn’t going to wait for Mommy to decide what to do. He wanted in. So I reached up and grabbed him, pulling him down onto my lap and giggled as he screeched and then gasped when he suddenly realized just how hot the water was.

Next came Em. She wasn’t about to wait either and as Karen watched, she slipped off her top and skirt, then grabbed the sides of her thong and started to lower it, but changed her mind at the last moment – telling me afterwards that she didn’t want to put Karen in an awkward position – and instead climbed down into the hot tub wearing her thong.

That left Mommy and Karen standing on the deck. “Want me to go get one of Em’s bikinis, sweetie?” she asked the obviously embarrassed girl, walking up to her and putting an arm around her shoulder.

“Come on in,” teased Em, interrupting. “Just leave your panties on if you like, but get in here. I’m keeping a place warm for you right here beside me,” she giggled. “I’m saving a jet for you, too,” she added, winking at me. Now I’m sure you all know how great a hot tub jet feels as it massages your back, or your butt, or…you know – wink, wink!

Suddenly making a decision, Karen shook her head at my mom and started unbuttoning her blouse and as we all looked on she shrugged it from her shoulders, leaving her in her training bra and skirt. “Yay!” yelled Em as she watched her friend strip. “Now the bra,” she commanded, clapping her hands.

“Emily!” Mommy scolded my sister – wow, she hardly ever calls her that. “Let her do whatever she wants. Karen just stuck out her tongue at us and coyly lifted her bra off and shot it right at us into the hot tub, just like it was a slingshot. I grabbed it before it hit the water and swung it around my head as Johnnie giggled at our game, reaching up his little arm to try to grab it. But Em was too quick for both of us and snatched it from my hand for herself.

“It’s mine now,” she announced triumphantly. “Come in and get it if you want it back.”

Karen was starting to feel a little more comfortable now and reached around to the side of her skirt to unzip it. But it kinda seemed to stick and she started to tug on it.

“Need some help, hon?” Mommy asked as she knelt down beside her, grasping the zip and giving it a tug. After a few tries she finally got the stubborn thing to move and zipped it down, then unbuttoned the waist so that Karen could step out of her skirt, leaving her in just her pretty white satin panties.

“Now you can help me,” Mommy smiled, turning her back to Karen. “Unzip my skirt for me and then undo the buttons on my blouse. And as we watched from the tub, we had front row seats to Em’s girlfriend helping to undress our mom. “Now my bra, dear,” Mommy asked, and we both knew she was now seeing just how far Karen would go to be helpful. She didn’t disappoint us, but we could both see the look in her eyes when Mommy turned around, her naked boobies so close to Karen’s face. She could hardly tear her eyes away from them.

Mommy thanked her for her help and motioned for her to go join us in the hot tub, probably leaving Karen a bit relieved that she wasn’t going to be asked to remove Mommy’s panties. I gotta admit though, I was holding my breath.

Anyway, what happened was that they both came in wearing their panties, so it ended up with me and Em being the only naked ones in the tub; well, except for Johnnie of course.

Except, after a while, as Em and Karen huddled squirming around together, their hands suddenly appeared above the water, Em waving Karen’s panties and Karen swinging Em’s thong over her head. The little devils had stripped each other under the water.

Seeing that, it wasn’t long before Mommy joined them, throwing her panties up on the deck, leaving all of us naked as the day we were born.

That was the beginning of what eventually led to several, should I say, slightly more intimate – cozy might be a better word, right Mommy? – hot tub sessions. Although after that we made sure Johnnie was in bed first.

By Jeneee

Remember the time that my sister and Karen swapped undies in the washroom at school? Just after Em’s eleventh birthday? I told you about it a couple of chapters ago so if you forget what happened you know what to do – go back and read chapter four again. Well, it was the first time Karen had ever worn a thong and she told Em that she wished she could keep wearing it after school instead of giving it back right away. So guess what? Em let her. They didn’t swap their undies back before leaving school and even though she knew her mom would be so pissed at her, Karen got off the school bus at our stop instead of staying on to go home. It was her first effort at being daring, so she was kinda scared. Excited, but scared, knowing she’d probably be grounded for the coming weekend. Mommy and Johnnie were there to meet us and were very curious about who Karen was and why she was coming home with us.

Anyway, I thought I’d tell you a bit more about that day ’cause it was the first time Karen had ever come to our house. Like I did for one of the earlier chapters, I’m sitting here naked between Em’s sprawled legs typing away because she wants to make sure I get the story right. She’s going to check my spelling again and then Mommy will make sure everything else is all right before we send it in. Well, the first thing Karen did when she got here was phone her mom to tell her that her class had been assigned a special project to work on in teams and that Em was her partner and that she’d stopped here on the way home after school so they could start working on it together, and that Em’s mom would drive her home afterwards, and, she added, fingers crossed, could she stay for supper?

That story was what they’d dreamed up together on the bus – well to tell the truth it was what my sister came up with as a way to get Karen here. She was going to ask Mom to drive her home later. Mom wasn’t too happy about their scheming when she heard about it, and Karen’s mom was…well, we could hear her yelling at Karen even with the phone against her ear…well, almost against her ear, anyway – giggle. She’d pulled it away a bit as she cringed from the balling out she was getting.

And no, she wasn’t allowed to stay for supper. Which was too bad ’cause I didn’t really know her yet except for saying hi in the schoolyard a few times, and I knew my sister liked her – well I thought she was cute too – so it would have been nice if she could have stayed. But then I could barely stop from gasping when, as Mommy started chatting with Karen to find out more about her, Em whispered in my ear “I’m wearing her panties, and she’s wearing my thong.” And she giggled. She told me how they’d ended up in the washroom at school and switched undies and then, turning her back to Mom and Karen, she lifted up her skirt to show me. I gasped real big this time when I saw how wet the crotch of Karen’s panties were. Like, they were almost transparent.

“Are you going to give them back now, before she goes home?” I whispered, sneaking a finger down between her legs to feel her pussy.

“Yeah, we’ll have to switch back, silly. And I hope my thong is just as soaked as her panties are,” she replied with a wink.

“What are you two whispering about now?” Mommy called out, as she and Karen looked over at us.

“Oh, nothing, Mommy,” Em giggled. “But I’ve gotta go pee before we drive Karen home. Coming with me, Karen?”

“Well, aren’t you two best friends already,” Mommy laughed. “Already going to the bathroom together?”

Em giggled and grabbed Karen’s hand. “That’s what friends are for,” she said. “Come on, best friend, I’ll show you where the bathroom is.” And she led her out of the kitchen, looking back at me over her shoulder and winking.

“What was that all about?” Mommy asked me. “Something going on here that I should know about?” she added, knowingly. “Karen seems like a nice girl. I don’t think her mom’s too happy with her right now, though.”

I giggled. “Yeah, Mommy, she’s real nice.” And I told her what the two of them had done at school and the real reason Karen had come.

“Oh, my god!” she exclaimed, shaking her head. “What will you girls get up to next?”

I turned around and headed for the bathroom. “Well, I’m going to find out what they’re getting up to anyway,” I told her, smiling. “Besides, I gotta go pee, too.” And I sure wasn’t going to wait for them to come out first. Told you I’m a little devil, didn’t I – giggle.

As I approached the bathroom I could hear more giggles coming from within, and without knocking I just barged right in. “Sorry, but I gotta pee, too, before we go,” I sort of apologized as I quickly took in what was happening. My sister was on the toilet with Karen’s panties down around her ankles and Karen was leaning against the sink with her skirt pulled up, as she was just starting to remove Em’s thong. As soon as she saw me come in, however, she quickly lowered her skirt, blushing like crazy.

My sister giggled again. “It’s okay, Karen,” she assured her. “You don’t need to hide it or be embarrassed. Britty knows we swapped undies and she’s cool about it. We tell each other everything.” And then she started to pee. And I mean, really pee, like hard. “Oh my god,” she laughed as her piss hissed with a splash into the toilet bowl. “I really had to go.” Poor Karen didn’t know what to do or say. She continued to just lean against the sink, staring back and forth between the two of us, still blushing furiously.

I have to do something about this, I thought to myself, so I moved over to her and quickly lifted her skirt and before she could protest I grabbed the sides of my sister’s thong and started pulling at them.

“Let me help you with this, Karen,” I said, and without waiting for a response I started tugging Em’s thong down, while at the same time sneaking a good look at her pussy. And my god did she ever have plump lips. They kinda just bulged out below her puffed out mound, her slit so tightly closed that no inner labia were visible. It was just like a baby’s pussy. And yeah, I’d seen babies’ pussies before, in case you’re wondering – giggle – we have relatives we visit sometimes who have little kids and it’s fun to help change their diapers. It’s a bit messy at times, but it’s still fun.

Anyway, Karen automatically reacted by lifting each foot in turn to help me retrieve my sister’s thong as Em finally stopped pissing and wiped herself. I smiled and dangled it in front of her as she bent down to remove Karen’s panties from around her ankles. I just couldn’t wait to hear Karen’s reaction when she realized how wet they were. I didn’t have long to wait.

As Em stood up from the toilet and reached out to hand them back to her new friend I quickly tugged mine down and plunked myself onto the seat and started to pee, eager to see what would happen next. I was still holding my sister’s thong and playfully lifted it up to my nose, hoping to shock Karen even further. Mmmm, it smelled kinda yummy, but it wasn’t nearly as wet as Karen’s panties were – well, maybe just a little damp. But Karen didn’t even notice what I was doing because, as she grabbed her own panties from Em, she let out a tiny gasp when she realized how wet they were.

“D…did you pee in my panties, Em?” she stammered. “They are like kinda soaking.”

My sister shook her head. “No, that’s not pee,” she replied. “That’s pure pussy pleasure juice,” she explained with a wink to the startled girl, using the term our mom had introduced us to when we first started playing together. Now poor Karen’s blush deepened so red it looked like she had a sunburn.

“I was like kinda excited all afternoon wearing your panties,” Em continued. “You see it was like a part of you was on me,” she told Karen. “Like that part of you was now a part of me,” she tried to explain further to the still speechless Karen.

It was then that I realized my dear older sister had her first girlfriend – well besides me, that is, know what I mean? And as I watched, Em threw her arms around Karen and hugged her. “I really like you a lot, Karen,” I heard her whisper as Karen tentatively lifted her arms to return the hug. I almost felt like crying, not because I was sad or jealous, but because it was so sweet to be part of what I instinctively knew was the beginning of a new phase in our lives. And there I was sitting on the pot, watching this tender moment. How fitting!

By then I’d finished peeing and had dropped Em’s thong onto the floor so I could wipe myself. I momentarily had the urge to remove my panties and pull on my sister’s thong instead, but I knew that would be nasty of me in view of what had just happened. So I just flushed and stood up, tugging up my undies and picking up Em’s thong once more, kinda dangling it again on my finger as I waited to see what would happen next.

I gotta tell you it was so romantic because when the two of them pulled apart from their hug, Em, throwing caution to the winds (that was Mommy’s way of putting it when she read this by the way, in case you’re wondering), immediately leaned in close to give Karen a quick kiss on her lips. Karen momentarily jumped back a little in surprise but then as they stared at each other, to my amazement, and to my sister’s delight, she returned the kiss, throwing her arms around Em’s neck as she did, making me giggle because her wet panties still dangled from her fingers down my sister’s back.

This kiss lasted, and lasted, and as I watched, Em’s hands slowly slid down Karen’s back until they were underneath her skirt, caressing her naked butt. Not wanting to be outdone, Karen lowered her hands, lifting the hem of my sister’s skirt and grasped her cheeks tightly, squeezing them, pulling at them until Em’s pretty asshole was winking at me as if to say, hey, we got another friend to play with now. I heard Karen starting to softly moan as their kiss went on and on and I was getting so wet watching that I couldn’t help slipping one of my hands down into the front of my panties to start rubbing my own pussy.

I was beginning to wonder where this was all going to lead when suddenly there was a knock at the door and we all jumped. “Hey, you three,” Mommy called out. “What’s going on in there? We have to get a move on and get Karen home before her mom starts sending out a search party.”

As Em and Karen quickly pulled apart I snatched my hand quickly from my panties and adjusted my skirt and, giggling, held out my sister’s thong to her as Karen’s blush continued to shine on her pretty face, realizing I’d been watching everything. She’d been so into it with Em she’d almost forgotten I was there. “We’re just coming, Mommy,” I called out, as I looked reassuringly at Karen and lifted my finger to my lips as if to say it’s our little secret. She smiled, a little thankfully I thought.

Em turned around and grabbed her thong from me and quickly pulled it on as I walked closer to them, pointing to Karen’s panties which were still dangling from her hand, as if to remind her she’d better put them on. She nodded, lifting her feet one by one and slipped her soggy undies up, tugging them tightly against her pussy which I knew had to be wet of its own accord by now, adding her sweet juices to mix with those of my sister’s. Em couldn’t resist one more quick kiss as she cupped her hand to Karen’s pussy under her skirt, snugging her panties against her puffy lips and loving the way they clung tightly against her.

As we all emerged from the bathroom Mommy smiled knowingly at us. “It’s about time,” she laughed, taking in Karen’s still blushing face. She knew we’d fill her in later, but now we had to go face the music at Karen’s and try to placate her mom. With Johnnie safely fastened into his car seat in the back between Em and Karen, and me belted in the front beside Mom, we soon arrived at Karen’s to meet her mom. I waited in the car with Johnnie while Mommy and Em escorted Karen to the front door and explained to her mother what had happened.

Afterwards, I heard that Karen was scolded a little but because of my mom’s explanation she was let off the hook from being grounded, and merely told to let her mom know ahead of time if she was not coming home directly from school. She’d even invited my mom and Em to come in for a coffee and a soda to get to know them better but because me and Johnnie were in the car mom took a rain check. Her mom, however, did say yes when Karen asked if Em could come over sometime after school so they could work on their homework together. Later, Karen told us that was a really good sign since her mom was real fussy about whom she made friends with. And again, I wondered what had happened in their past to make her this way.

As we all drove home that day we filled Mommy in on what had happened in the bathroom and all she said was for us to please, please be careful with what we were up to. She reminded us that Daddy would have a fit if anyone outside our family knew about our intimacy together.

But she was also happy that Em seemed to have a girlfriend now. “And she seems so sweet,” she added with a wink.

“Mommy, she’s mine,” Em giggled. “You stay away from her,” she teased.

Yeah, sure, I thought to myself. Bet you all can’t wait to hear more about that, can you?

Continue on to Chapter 7

By Jeneee

I’m back again, here with Mommy, once again sitting naked on her lap ready to tell you all a bit more about us. Christmas is just over and Daddy’s gone back to the city to his apartment so he can start work again for a few days before New Year’s Eve when he’ll be home again, and Johnnie’s fast asleep in bed.

This Christmas we got mainly new clothing for presents including some sexy undies and Em finally got a couple of pretty bras which Mommy says she’s gonna have to start wearing on account of her boobies are really starting to grow bigger now and she’s afraid the school is going to send her home for indecent exposure. She’s kidding, of course, but my sister is thinking she should start to wear one anyway ’cause a few of the girls in her class are, and even Karen is. Karen’s her girlfriend, remember?

Karen’s mom made her start wearing a training bra when she was only ten years old even though she was as flat as a pancake. Her titties are getting pretty big now though and she looks so sexy, with yummy dark brown nipples that really stick out. Em’s probably kissing them right now ’cause she’s over at Karen’s for a sleepover, but they have to be really, really careful and quiet because of Karen’s parents. If they ever found out what she and Em, and all of us, get up to she’d be grounded for life. It took ages for them to even let Karen come over for sleepovers at our place. They wanted to get to know Em a lot better first and now they think she’s a really sweet girl for Karen to hang with. Well, they’re right, she is a real sweetie – just not in the way they think – giggle. They met Mom and Dad the first time they brought Karen over, and with Dad being a lawyer and all that they thought we were an okay family to leave her with overnight, even though they told her to phone them to say goodnight before she went to bed, and then again in the morning when she woke up. Sheesh! I wonder why they worry about her so much.

But anyway, I wanted to tell you what I got from Mommy for the Christmas following Em’s eleventh birthday that I told you about in the last chapter. So make sure you’ve read it, okay? Can you guess what it was? Yay, it was my very own vibrator. And pink, too, just like my sister’s. I’d been sneaking Em’s to play with anyway – well, not really sneaking ’cause Em let me use it – so Mommy decided I could have my own. By the way, in case you’re wondering, she never told Daddy about Em’s or about mine, so she gave it to me in secret just before we went to bed that Christmas Eve. I guess she knew I’d be trying it out right away – giggle. And she was right, as if you couldn’t guess.

It felt just as good as Em’s when I ran it all over my body, maybe even better because it was all mine, mine, mine, if you know what I mean. It wasn’t long before it was all wet and shiny with my pussy juices and, you guessed it, I got my sister to get behind me as I got on my hands and knees and thrust my bottom up to her and told her to put it in my asshole. She never liked me doing that to myself with hers – didn’t want my dirty butt oil on it, she told me with a smirk – but she sure had fun spreading my cheeks wide open and swirling my new pink toy into me bit by bit. And, oh my god, it felt like heaven as it slowly slid in deeper and deeper as she twisted it about. Once it was in as far as she could get it I told her to – no, I begged her to – turn it on full and when she did it drove me wild. My whole insides were tingling. I was clenching the sheets on the bed, wiggling around, trying to shove my ass back at her, up and down, forcing her to fuck me with it as Mommy looked on, smiling big.

I was close to cumming when I felt one of Em’s fingers probing my pussy and working its way inside me and that was all it took for me to explode. Mommy could see it coming (‘punny girl,’ she just giggled as I wrote that) and she knew I’d be screaming so she quickly jammed a hand over my mouth to dull the noise ’cause we didn’t want Daddy to hear – he was downstairs watching a move – and I came so hard that I bit the fatty part of her palm. She yelped a bit, but it didn’t bleed. Anyway, I just collapsed, face down on the bed, with the vibrator sticking out of my ass and Em giggling away as it slowly started to slide out, bit by bit, leaving my butthole wide open for them to gaze into before it finally pulsed a few times before closing, looking a bit red from being probed so deeply. So that’s how I christened my vibrator, and since then I’ve worn out so many batteries I lost count.

I remember one night soon after that when me and Em ganged up on Mommy with our vibrators. Em sat spread-eagled across her hips on our bed after Johnnie had gone to sleep and started to tickle her ribs, which really gets her giggling, while I grabbed my vib and turned it on full blast and put the tip on one of her nipples. Mommy’s nipples get hard really quickly when anyone plays with them and as soon as Em saw what I was doing she stopped tickling and squeezed her booby so it kinda squished up from her chest, if you get the picture. That made it easier for me to run the vibrator around her nipple and watch as it crinkled with the hard tip poking right up at me.

Em reached around with her other hand and slid it down between Mommy’s thighs, rubbing her pussy, feeling how wet it was getting. Then she kinda mouthed to me to stop for a second and get her vibrator for her. So I did and before Mommy knew what was happening she had two vibrators going at her at the same time, one back on her nipple and the other now between her pussy lips. She closed her eyes and let us do whatever we were doing as I alternated from one nipple to the other. Then Em got another idea and motioned for me to move while she stopped for a second and got off of Mommy, telling me to grab mom’s legs and pull them back over her chest so her pussy and butt were easily available for us to vibrate together.

Mom was horny enough by then to just lie there letting us do whatever was in our devilish minds and it wasn’t long before Em started to swirl the tip of her vibrator – which was now slick from the juices flowing from Mommy’s pussy – around Mommy’s asshole which was enjoying the attention immensely, as I concentrated on working my vibrator bit by bit into her pussy. Between the two of us we eventually had both our toys buried deeply inside her, vibrating away on high speed, driving her crazy.

Right Mommy? I think me just reminding her of that night is getting her all horny again because she just slipped a hand down between my legs and started to play with my pussy as I write – giggle. Oh, fuck Mommy! No, don’t stop!

Sorry, I had to take a break ’cause I couldn’t concentrate on what I was trying to tell you with her finger inside my pussy and her thumb massaging my clit. Besides, I was soaking the cushion on the chair and it was getting a bit sticky, know what I mean? Anyway, just so as you know, she lifted me up when I couldn’t type anymore and carried me to the bedroom where she fingered my pussy some more and then started to lick me, then grabbed my vibrator and worked it into my favourite place – my asshole, in case you have forgotten – where she fucked me while sucking on my clit, giving me one huge orgasm. When Mommy gets horny she loves to play with us and see us cum. She’s so unselfish that way. Then it only takes a few licks on her clit with my finger in her butt to make her explode too. And that’s what I did to thank her – giggle.

Anyway, afterwards we both had a quick pee and a kiss and here we are back to finish what I was telling you – which was that she came so hard that night with both our vibrators buzzing away inside her that the one in her asshole shot out and flew right down to the foot of the bed and fell off onto the floor. You should have seen it. It was like she launched a rocket, and did we ever laugh our heads off as she lay there panting. I finally removed mine from her pussy, which was all red and swollen and open so wide it didn’t seem to want to close up.

Well Mommy’s pussy opens pretty wide anyway – after all, we both came out of there, Johnnie too, so what do you expect? – so it was so hot looking inside her and seeing all her juices oozing out and the sticky, white streaks of cum clinging to all the pink folds along the walls. Em couldn’t help herself and quickly leaned down, covering Mommy’s wide-open hole with her mouth to suck and lick the creamy juices while Mommy reached up to hug me against her boobies while she recovered. She finally opened her eyes to look at me and I kissed her as Em contentedly licked away. It was such a loving moment for all of us, and especially so when my sister finally came up for air and smiled, Mommy’s juices slicked all over her face. Then it was my turn to kiss Em, more or less slurping the wetness from her face as Mommy started to giggle at her two silly daughters.

That night we all ended up sleeping together in our mom’s bed ’cause ours was too small for the three of us to cuddle comfortably and I remember waking up in the middle of the night listening to my sister snoring away on the other side of Mommy. As I lay there trying to get back to sleep I began picturing everything that had happened that evening. I couldn’t help smiling again as I thought of the vibrator shooting out from Mommy’s asshole and wondering if I could do that too. I decided I’d have to work on strengthening the muscles around my butt and maybe that would help, so I stuck a finger into my asshole and practiced clenching and unclenching it and eventually built up a nice rhythm. All it did was make me realize I had to go pee so I stumbled into the bathroom and sat on the toilet, shoved my finger back in my ass and peed.

It was such a weird feeling and seemed to make me squirt harder than usual, although that was probably all in my mind. But there and then I resolved to practice my muscle exercises with my vibrator in my butt hole, not my finger, at least once a day. Crawling back into bed and snuggling against Mommy I giggled as I fell asleep again, dreaming about having a vibrator shooting contest with her, seeing just who could shoot it the furthest. Okay, so I get some goofy ideas sometimes. It still hasn’t happened, but last summer we did end up having a pissing contest on the deck of our swimming pool.

But more about that later.

Continue on to Chapter 6

By Jeneee

Yes, it’s me back at the keyboard again only this time I’m sitting on my sister’s lap, well more like on the chair with her snugged in behind me, her legs kinda hanging over the sides. Get the picture? Oh, and yes, in case you were wondering we are both naked. Well, except for the string hanging out of her pussy from her tampon. That time of month for her again – giggle. She graduated from a pad to a tampon a couple of months ago and is still getting used to it. Mommy felt she was ready on account that she’s had her vibrator inside her lots of times now so it was time to dump the pad, so as to speak. It’s fun watching her put it in – the tampon I mean – well the vibrator too, but that’s something I’ll get to soon, and she’s even let me insert it a couple of times for fun – the tampon I mean this time. Am I confusing you? I even pulled it out once to see what it looked like after but…giggle, she just punched me and told me to get on to something else.

So, anyway, Mommy’s busy doing laundry downstairs so she said Em should be able to help me with my spelling but she’d check it over again afterwards just to make sure.

I guess I’ll get to the vibrator first then. When my sister turned eleven – she’s thirteen now, remember? Anyway, when she turned eleven, Mommy bought her a special birthday present. Bet you can guess what it was now, can’t you? You’re right. It was a vibrator, and it was pink – like slim and about six inches long with this thing at the end that you could rotate to turn it on. But I’m sure you all know how to work one anyway. And when you turned it on it vibrated, and if you kept turning the thing at the end you could speed up the vibration. Wow, was it ever a cool present. Em just said ‘you mean a hot present, don’t you?’ Yeah, well, whatever.

Anyway, after she’d unwrapped it and stared at it with her mouth open wide – yeah, it was open wide, Em – Mommy said ‘well, are you going to try it?’ So she shook her head ‘no’ and put it back in the box. You believe that? Duh, no of course she didn’t – giggle. She immediately turned it on and held it to her cheek to feel the vibrations – and no, I don’t mean her butt cheek, at least, not yet anyway. I could hear it buzzing and couldn’t wait to get my hands on it too. But I had to wait ’cause, well it was her birthday after all. I knew I’d get my turn eventually. So I, well we, watched as she slowly moved it down from her face until the tip rested on one of her nipples – did I forget to say we were all naked? Well, we usually are around the house, or maybe just wearing panties or a thong sometimes – I’ll get to that in a bit, too.

She started varying the speed and we watched her nipple quickly change from being soft and puffy until it kinda wrinkled a bit and then got hard and pointy. So I knew it was turning her on. I snuck a look down at her pussy but she had her legs together so I couldn’t see if she was getting wet already, but I knew she must be.

“Feel good?” Mommy asked her, a sly smile on her face.

“Oh, Mommy, yes, and thanks for the great present,” Em told her. “I always wanted one, ever since I saw yours.” Em told me later that she’d accidentally seen Mommy using hers one evening and wondered what she was doing. Mommy was so wrapped up in playing that she hadn’t seen Em spying on her through the crack in her bedroom door. Em had been so curious about what she’d seen that a few days later, when Mommy was on the phone, she’d gone into our parents’ bedroom and searched until she found what she had been using on her pussy. She’d just managed to turn it on and feel it vibrate when she heard Mommy get off the phone, so she had to quickly return it to the drawer where she’d found it and sneak out from the room before Mommy could catch her.

“Well, what are you waiting for, sweetie. You know what to do to make yourself feel even better, don’t you?” Mommy had teased her, or challenged her if you like. Take your pick. Anyway she soon rose to the challenge and lowered the vibrator, pressing the tip against her mound and going ‘mmmmm,’ then sliding it down further until she hugged the length of it against her slit with both hands. The look on her face was priceless and she closed her eyes, the corners of her mouth turning up forming the beginnings of a smile, a smile that quickly broadened as the pleasure she was feeling from the vibrations built and throbbed through her body.

“Oh, Mommy, this is so wild,” she squeaked, and right away I knew I just had to get my hands on that thing. Or better yet, beg Mommy to get one for me too. Which she did eventually, but I’ll get to that some other time. That day Mommy showed her how to use it on her clit, which I helped her pop out by spreading her lips wide. She said it was so sensitive that she had to slow the speed down a bit ’cause it was almost too much for her. Then Mommy pushed her back so she was laying on the bed and had her pull her legs back so that she was wide open. I watched in amazement as she inserted the tip into Em’s pussy and carefully twirled it around, changing the speeds until my sister was actually trying to hump herself against it to make it go deeper. And very slowly it did.

Mommy started to actually fuck her with it, in and out, each time going a bit deeper until only an inch or so was left outside, just enough for Mommy to hold onto it and vary the speed. Each time it came out it was smeared with my sister’s creamy, shiny and slippery juices, clinging to it in little threads, and also starting to run down between her cheeks to her asshole, which I could see was starting to clench and unclench. This was the sign that she was nearly ready to cum and it wasn’t long before she yelled out with a screech that I’d never heard come from her before. Then she swore. “Oh, shit, fucking shit, fuck, fuck, fuck, Mommeeeeee!” she cried. Then she just collapsed, flaked out on the bed, as Mommy slowly withdrew the vibrator, leaving her pussy gaping wide open before finally slowly closing up again. Her lips were red and swollen and just gleaming with her wetness. Mommy leaned over to kiss her on the mouth while I grabbed the vibrator from her hand and immediately stuck it into my own mouth, licking my sister’s cream from it, sucking and swallowing it down. It was so yummy.

Slowly Em started to recover and began to get this silly smile on her face, which made me giggle. “I think you had a real happy birthday, sis,” I told her, grinning at her and then at Mommy. I waved the vibrator in the air, teasing her by trying to keep it out of her reach, but Mommy was too fast for me. She grabbed it and handed it back to Em who held it tightly against her chest between her boobies – or where her boobies were just starting to grow – and closed her eyes once more. “Thanks for my new friend, Mommy,” she giggled. “I think I’m going to need lots of batteries.” And she did.

My turn with her new toy would come soon enough but I wanted to tell you about one of the other presents she got, and this time Mommy bought me the same thing because it was still three months to Christmas and almost another six months until my birthday. She knew I’d keep bugging her so she saved herself the aggravation from me (okay, she changed the word I used here when she read over what I’d written – wonder if you can guess what I wrote; starts with ‘b’ and ends with ‘g’ – giggle. If you can’t figure it out I’ll tell you at the end of the chapter). What Mommy bought her was a sexy thong, well three of them actually – and she got me three, too. And as soon as Em unwrapped hers she pulled one on to try it. That was after she’d recovered from her vibrator encounter and wiped herself off a bit. And, oh my god, did it ever look sexy on her. The one she tried on first was white, with the words ‘kiss me’ embroidered in red letters right over her pussy. It fit her perfectly and the string in the back slipped between her butt cheeks and was almost invisible. The second one she got was light pink with two bright red lips on the front and the third was red, shaped like a heart, with a thin, white lacy trim around it.

It was right after she opened this birthday present and tried on the first thong that Mommy, seeing how excited I was, handed me this pretty pink tissue bag and told me this was for me. I looked inside and pulled out three thongs that were identical to Em’s.

I screeched in delight. Right away I tried one on, the one that was light pink with the two bright red kissy lips on the front. I giggled and walked right up to my sister and rubbed my pussy against hers. “See,” I told her. “My lips are kissing you right where it says ‘kiss me’.” And we both burst out laughing and hugged each other. Since that day we almost always wear our thongs now instead of panties. I love the feeling that my ass is pretty well naked under my jeans or shorts, and especially under a skirt whenever we go out – and my skirts are kinda short too. Wink!

Wearing her thong to school also played a big part in Em’s getting a girlfriend – like, I mean a real girlfriend. And if you remember from chapter one, her name is Karen. She was a new girl at our school in my sister’s class that year. Her family had just moved into our neighbourhood that summer and she seemed pretty shy at first in making friends but Em started talking with her and they got to be good friends right away. She was about a month or so younger than Em and had her birthday on November 5th. My sister’s was September 19th, remember? Anyway, Em thought she was cute. They were about the same height and weight but Karen had long, dark hair and big, beautiful brown eyes in contrast to Em’s blonde hair and blue eyes. And yeah, I thought she was cute too, in case you’re wondering and we’d all had a few giggles together in the school yard at recess time.

The day after Em’s birthday Karen asked her at recess what she got for presents. They weren’t that close yet for Karen to have been invited to her birthday party but she was curious. As you’ll soon see, they were about to get very close – giggle. Anyway, my sister didn’t think it would be a good idea to tell her about the vibrator, but she did tell her about the thongs ’cause, well, some girls our ages were already wearing them anyway so it wasn’t really that wild. Em’s just reminding me what happened after she told Karen, just to make sure I get it all right.

So, when she told her, Karen grinned real big and then pulled a sad face saying how lucky my sister was because there’s no way her parents would ever let her wear a thong. They were just too prudish, she said. So then my sneaky sister got an idea – see, I’m not the only sneaky one in this family. Like I said, it was recess so Em suggested they go to the washroom so she could show her the thong if she really wanted, that is. She said she had to pee anyway. Anyway, Karen kinda looked a bit embarrassed but finally agreed so they went inside and squeezed together into a cubical. Em lifted up her skirt so Karen could take a look. She was wearing the red, heart-shaped one that day and she said Karen was wide-eyed when she saw it, saying it looked so pretty on her. Em turned around so she could show her the back and when she turned back again she noticed that Karen was blushing.

Pushing things further my sister then tugged her thong down and sat on the toilet, reminding Karen that she had to go pee. Karen made a move to leave but Em told her it was okay, she could stay and she kinda spread her legs a bit and she said Karen blushed even more as she tried hard not to look at my sister’s piss as it squirted into the bowl. Tried hard, but couldn’t tear her eyes away, Em said, giggling as she told me the story. It was then, as she was wiping her pussy, that my sister had a brainwave. She stood up and flushed, but instead of pulling up her thong she took it off and handed it to Karen. “Here,” she said. “Why don’t you try it on? It’s not fair that your mom won’t let you wear one so try mine,” she giggled.

Poor Karen, she didn’t know what to do, and looked so surprised at my sister’s offer and found herself unable to resist taking the thong from Em’s hand, all the while taking quick peeks at Em’s pussy, looking a bit confused as to why my sister was still holding up her skirt. “Go on,” Em urged her. You can wear it until recess this afternoon if you want,” she suggested. “We can trade and I’ll wear your panties.” And before Karen could respond Em knelt down in front of her, reaching up under her skirt and tugged her new friend’s plain, white panties down and helped her step out of them. Taking the thong from Karen’s hand she lifted her feet one by one and slowly pulled it up her legs and snugged it against her plump pussy which, Em noticed, was just a smooth slit with no sign of any inner labia peeking out like her own did. She then turned her around and slipped the lacy string tightly between Karen’s firm, round globes and finished by patting them, causing Karen to look back over her shoulder with a smile.

Turning her back again she tugged once more on the thong’s waistband to make sure the heart-shape was firmly fitted against Karen’s pussy and then with a giggle planted a quick kiss on it, surprising the hell out of her friend who jumped back a little, hitting her butt against the cubicle door. Em then grabbed Karen’s panties off the floor and quickly pulled them up tight, excited at the thought of wearing them for the next few hours. She knew when they switched back later in the day that they would probably be wet, in fact she’d make sure they were, and wondered what Karen’s reaction would be to that. She was also hoping her thong would be returned wet, too.

It turned out that both girls left their calling cards on each other’s undies that day, but it was only the first of many such times, and the beginning of a loving relationship that is still going on, and growing hotter and hotter every day.

Oh, and that word was ‘bitching.’ Did you guess?

Continue on to Chapter 5