—- Clare —-
I was resolved when I went back upstairs to our half of the duplex that I was going to seduce my daughters, or that I would engage Donna to help me seduce my daughters, into a sexual relationship with her and me. I wasn’t sure how that was going to happen just yet, but I knew that was to be the goal I was going to strive for. My sexual encounter with Donna had been terrific, and I learned from it that it was young girls I was interested in, her being very much like one, and that my daughters were the ones I wanted to start with.
The more I thought about it, I knew I was right that I needed to get to my two daughters and teach them about loving and relationships between girls before they had a chance to form opinions regarding relationships with boys. Besides falling in love with Donna, I was also realizing that she would be the perfect person to help me get what I wanted with my daughters.
I had to wait a little bit for a time when I was alone with the girls and my husband Thom wasn’t at home, and wouldn’t be for awhile, in case my kids decided to grill me about what I had in mind. That opportunity came about one Friday evening the following week when Thom was away at a boy’s poker game. The two girls (Melinda is the 12 year old and Leslie the 9 year old) and I had ordered a pizza and were planning to watch a movie. Between the pizza and the movie, I brought up my idea.
“Listen, I’ve been talking to our neighbor Donna about her teaching at the all-girls’ school. She teaches sex education for one thing, and they teach the girls different things than you learn at the public school.”
“Like what kinds of things?” my youngest asked. She’s always been the most curious of the two. I think Melinda could go through life letting it all wash over her. Maybe she would make a good Buddhist, but I’ve been hoping she would get more engaged.
“Well, particularly in the sex-ed part of the class, since it’s all girls anyway, they are able to explore topics about how girls can love each other and make each other feel good using sexual techniques—that girls know what girls like way more than boys or men ever will.”
“Do you mean like lesbo things Mom?” from my youngest. I gathered I was going to just have this conversation with Leslie and whatever happened, we would just be bringing Melinda along for the ride.
“Well, lesbianism is a lifestyle and it’s a bit early for you to be deciding about that. I’m talking about your sexual life—something that you must already have some experience with, and that you will continue to have until you decide about lifetime partners and stuff like that.”
“Oh, this is about jacking off, playing with ourselves,” said Melinda whom I thought had been totally comatose.
“Yes, that’s right. It’s all about sex, not partners or lifestyles.” I was sort of amazed that this was going as well as it was, in the direction I had hoped it would go. I was anxious to see how this next part would be received.
“So, Donna says that she would be willing to spend time with you two, showing you the things that she show’s her classes at school, only she would be able to be more hands-on than they are there. I mean at school she is only able to describe stuff. With you two, she would be able to teach you actual technique, the real thing so that you would know if it were working right.”
“Like when we play with ourselves Mommy?” The littlest one asked, getting back into the conversation and giving me hope that this was going to work out.
“Yes, something like that. You both do play with yourselves then?”
“Sure Mommy, we both do.”
“And what about together? Have you ever done it at the same time?”
“Gees no, Mommy, not at the same time,” said Melinda in a bit of a disgusted voice, leaving me to believe the togetherness I had in mind might be a hard sell, but knowing what I know about the addictiveness of sex, a little bit of pleasure would probably dissipate any objection that might originally arise.
“Okay then, it’s settled. One evening a week, probably a night that Daddy is out, so he doesn’t interfere with what we hope to accomplish, you will visit Donna downstairs and she will spend some time with you teaching you a few things.”
“Sure thing, Mommy,” Melinda said, “can we watch the movie now?”
—- Donna —-
When Clare told me about the conversation she had had with Melinda and Leslie, I was overjoyed. I had been noticing the girls more and more lately, and wishing I could do with them some of the things I imagined doing with the girls at school.
Clare was in the middle of sucking my pussy when she told me the news, and I gushed and came harder than I can ever remember in response to her news as well as her licking. She brought her wet, slippery face up to mine then, and we kissed, sealing the bargain that I would teach her daughters how to enjoy sex between girls and women.
The following Friday I could hardly contain myself as I heard the girls tripping down the stairs and knocking on the door to my apartment. I had needed to consume a couple of gin and tonics to loosen myself up and overcome some of my own inhibitions, so I felt relaxed and happy as I went to the door.
I had purposely dressed in an old set of “Baby Doll” pajamas with a thin top and tight panties that clung to my body and revealed my womanly figure. I was pleased to note that the girls were also lightly dressed, with t-shirts and sweet little girl panties of cotton that also clung to their tight little bottoms and revealed them in all their glory.
I offered the girls a coke, and as they sipped their libations, I sat down on the couch between them. Leslie, the less inhibited of the two, scrunched right up against me, letting me put my arm around her. Melinda was a little more stand-offish, staying closer to her end of the couch.
“So,” I said, “Your mother tells me she wants you to learn more about the fun girls and women can have together with sex. Did I understand her correctly?”
Melinda just sort of nodded her head, shy about acknowledging any interest, but Leslie put her little face right up against my breast, looked up at me and said, “Gosh, Donna, I would love to know more about getting the good feelings I have when I play with myself down here.” With that, she put her hand on her plump little pubic mound and ran her fingers lightly over herself. I could feel a shiver go through her body.
Seeing her sister being so free in my presence, Melinda shifted slightly, and I could see that her bottom was undulating a little even though she didn’t say anything. I urged her to move closer to me, and when she did, I put my other arm around her and lightly stroked her bare arm with my fingers. This seemed to relax her, and the twelve year old leaned in against my breast just as her younger sister had done.
I noticed that Leslie continued stroking her panty-clad pussy with her fingers, and when she saw me staring, she jumped up and said, “Do you want to see my cunny, Donna?”
Before I could respond, Melinda said, “Silly! That’s not your cunny, it is your vagina. Isn’t that right, Donna?”
“Well,” I said, “You are both right, in a manner of speaking. Vagina is the proper term, the scientific term, if you will. We prefer to call it our pussy though, because that sounds more feminine and inviting, sort of like a little kitty with its soft fur, which our pubic hair often feels and looks like. On the other hand, once a woman has grown up and had sex with men or other women, it is sometimes referred to as a cunt, hence the word for a little cunt can be cunny.”
“I don’t have any hair down there, replied Leslie, see?”
And jumping up, she pulled down her panties and revealed her bare, puffy little pubic mound, so delicious looking, almost like a peach.
“My, Leslie,” I sighed, “You do have a beautiful cunny. I bet it feels good when you play with it. Show me how you do it.”
Leslie eagerly took a finger and rubbed it up and down her little slit, revealing tiny lips that spread to accommodate her little finger. I could see that her finger was well lubricated by her young-girl pussy juice.
Not to be outdone, Melinda jumped up and pulled off her panties and showed me that she had a nice crop of pubic hair that thinly covered her vagina. It was so beautiful I almost gasped. “My, Melinda, you do have a lovely pussy. You know, it goes with your name: Melinda means beautiful honey, and your pussy looks sweet enough to eat just like honey on a piece of white bread.”
Leslie looked enviously at her sister, so I thought I should give her a little encouragement too. “Any you, my sweet Leslie—if Melinda is the honey, you are the butter! I would love to spread your butter on my bread and then have your sister put her honey on top of it.”
Both girls giggled at my joke, and I took advantage of the moment to reach out and pull them closer to me, standing right next to each other, their thighs and hips touching, my hands on their little rumps (well Melinda’s wasn’t quite so little anymore!)
I took each girl’s hand and moved it to the other’s pussy and encouraged them to stroke each other, which they did without hesitation, both expert in pussy stroking from their experience with stroking their own pussies.
I was mesmerized by the sight of the girls manipulating each other’s vaginal lips, sliding their fingers up and down the slits and beginning to get into a loving undulation that brought them both closer to me.
My fingers worked around their buttocks and after caressing the roundness of their ass cheeks, I let my fingers trail down the creases and under their bottoms to feel the moisture that their fingers were creating.
Melinda was wetter than Leslie, being the older one, and since her body was more developed I found my way into her vagina without much difficulty, letting my finger take the place of hers, which then moved to the top of her slit to stroke her little clitoris.
It didn’t take long for Melinda to collapse in a heap against me, her head landing on my breast where I left it while I continued to stroke her pussy and to take my hand out of Leslie’s little cunny so I could hug Melinda closer to me.
Leslie seemed disappointed when my finger left her cleft, but then she brightened when I pulled her to me also, and pushed her face against my breast, covered only by thin pajama material. Her little hands flew under the material and pushed it up to reveal my mammaries to both girls, who instinctively began sucking on them as they had their mother’s breast when they were younger.
I had Leslie lie flat on the couch and showed Melinda how to kiss her sister while I bent to lick her sweet little cunny until she shook in what was a young-girl orgasm that would grow as she did.
I decided that this was enough of a lesson for the first time and sent the girls up to their mother.
Continue on to Chapter 4
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