I parked my car on the street and turned off the engine. Looking out through the passenger window, I saw a wide green lawn, beautifully manicured, and beyond that a large and impressive two-story home, the kind some people call a mini-mansion.
This was Donna’s lovely house, her pride and joy. It was the following Tuesday afternoon, almost 3:30, time for our next yoga lesson. What would it be like, though, now that I knew the secret Donna kept — that she was a closet lesbian, a married woman embroiled in a torrid three-way affair with the mothers of my other two students?
Wow. I really was in the middle of something now. It was certainly very exciting, but it also made me nervous, like at any minute the whole thing might blow up in our faces.
I hadn’t seen or spoken to Donna since I’d learned from Kay and Danielle what was going on. Did Donna know how much I knew? Had they told her? If so, would she behave any differently toward me? Could she be uneasy, resentful, or possibly even… flirtatious?
Well, there was only one way to find out. I took a deep breath, got out of the car and locked it, then headed up their long front sidewalk. A few seconds after I rang the bell, the door opened and Donna asked me to come in. She appeared to be acting normally, as if nothing at all had changed. She smiled and gave me a little hug, then took my jacket and hung it up while asking how my day at school had been, just as she would before every lesson.
We went through toward the rear of their house with Donna chattering away about nothing in particular until we reached the family room which faced their big backyard and the swimming pool. The four girls were waiting for me there in their sexy little leotards. I greeted them, and soon we began.
Ninety minutes later we were done. Overall, it had been a productive session that day. The kids seemed to be focused and responded beautifully to what I taught them. That was good to see, because as for me, I was feeling quite distracted.
Each time Donna came by to check on us or sat down for a minute or so to watch, as she sometimes would, I felt my heart beating faster. Did she know? Had she been told that I’d made love with Addison and Cherise, and that now I was hoping to have sex with her daughters? With Heather, who was twelve years old, and Felicity, who was only ten?
Thinking about that made me feel so strange, almost like a predator. I knew my cheeks were turning red every time Donna looked at me — I couldn’t hide that — and I also could feel my pussy getting very wet. Fortunately I had gym shorts on over my leotard, so the damp spot wouldn’t show, but it definitely was there. I was highly aroused, and yet conflicted too.
Was it wrong for me to want these young girls so much, to hunger for the sweet taste of their little pussies? Would Donna hate me if she knew? Could she tell how I felt when I looked at her daughters, when I gazed at the tempting cleft between Felicity’s legs, at her puffy labia and her slit so clearly defined by the tight-fitting material? Or when I stared at Heather’s chest, at her lovely developing breasts with those stiff nipples, so plainly evident?
Did it make me a sexual predator to want them the way I did? Or was my response perfectly natural, a normal, healthy reaction anyone might feel at the sight of an attractive pubescent girl?
The truth is I wasn’t a predator. I hadn’t gone out in search of these kids, not originally, anyway. They had come to me. Or rather their mothers had — Cherise’s and Addison’s moms — virtually demanding that I have sex with their daughters while they watched. Of course, Danielle and Kay hadn’t had to beg very hard. I was thrilled to go along with what they wanted and had relished every moment of it. But the crucial point is, I had not initiated the idea. They had.
All this was swirling around in my head as I tried to teach the lesson that afternoon. Even with the excellent training I’d had from Gina, how I constantly worked at practicing discipline and maintaining focus, I couldn’t prevent myself from thinking about these things and more, particularly when Donna was in the room.
So, by the time five o’clock arrived, I felt exhausted. I was worn out, but also jittery with nerves. I wanted nothing more than to get my jacket, grab my backpack, and leave. I had to go somewhere alone so I could finish working through this quandary, sort it all out, and find peace again.
But Donna said, “Britt, I need to ask, would you mind staying just a little longer tonight? See, I, uh, I got a call from Kay, and she said there’s something she really wants us to talk about, you and me and her and Danielle. Do you have the time, can you stay?”
I really didn’t want to, given the state I was in. On the other hand, I certainly was curious to see how this discussion might go. “Well, yeah, I suppose I can,” I replied. “I just need to call my mom and tell her I’ll be late.”
“All right, good,” said Donna. “Can I offer you something to drink? Or maybe a snack? I just made a fresh pot of coffee. Would you like some?”
“Yeah, uh, sure. Thank you.” Although I didn’t drink coffee very often, this would be a welcome time for it.
“Okay, so, come on in the kitchen with me. Girls, you go upstairs and play or something. Britt and I and the others moms have some things we’ll need to chat about for a while.”
The kids happily ran up the stairs, laughing and jabbering, while Donna led me into the kitchen. I’d been there before. It was an expansive room with lots of counter space, an island chopping block, a huge stove with a double oven, a giant refrigerator, and a cozy breakfast nook with padded benches.
She told me to sit down in the nook, then brought over a plate of homemade chocolate chip cookies and poured two cups of delicious smelling coffee for us, probably some kind of high-priced brand. She also had a bottle with her, Johnny Walker Black Label, and asked if I might like a shot in my coffee.
“This is one of my little weaknesses, one of many,” she giggled, as she dumped a rather large portion in her mug. “You want some?”
“Uh, well, sure, okay.” I’d never had whisky, but figured it might be worth a try.
Donna poured a smaller amount into my cup, then grabbed a cookie and took a bite. “Have one,” she encouraged, as she chewed. “They’re really, really good. I just made ‘em this afternoon. Another one of my vices.”
I smiled and took a cookie from the plate, setting it on a paper napkin. “Thanks. But um, I better call my mom before I forget.”
I’d brought my backpack in with me from the family room, so I dug out my phone and punched the speed dial button. My mother answered and I told her I’d be a little late that night. She said that was just fine, not a problem.
Before I’d even completed the call, Donna had finished one cookie and immediately started on another. It was no wonder, I mused, that the woman had put on a few pounds since her cheerleading days.
“She’s cool with it,” I said, as I put away my phone, then picked up the cookie and took a bite. Oh my god, yes, so perfect — moist and chewy and chocolaty and yummy! Then I took a sip of the coffee. It was hot, but not too hot, really just the right temperature with the whisky added. And wow, I loved the taste! The combination was amazing. I took another sip, a much bigger one, and then a second bite of the cookie. Mmm, I could easily get used to this.
For the next twenty minutes or so, Donna and I drank coffee, ate chocolate chip cookies, and chatted companionably. Well, mostly she chatted and I listened. As I’ve said before, the woman was lively and cheerful and talkative, almost to a fault. I really didn’t mind that, though. She was so friendly and so cute, it was hard to be annoyed with her. Plus, I still had those conflicting thoughts roaming around in my brain and I was glad I didn’t have to contribute very much.
Just before 5:30, the doorbell rang. By then Donna and I had made the whole plate of cookies disappear. We’d also had refills of coffee along with extra dashes of whisky, pretty big dashes too.
I was feeling really good now — and to my surprise, all that agitation I’d felt was completely gone. Turns out coffee and cookies and alcohol is almost as good as meditation, ha-ha!
Donna got up, and I followed her to the front door. It was Kay and Danielle, who apparently had arrived together. Or perhaps the first one to show up had waited for the other, I wasn’t sure. Anyway, they both came in and we went through a round of hugs and cheek-kissing. Donna hung up their coats, and then we headed back to the kitchen.
“Would you guys like some cookies?” Donna asked. “Fresh-baked chocolate chips! Me and Britt already had a couple, but there’s plenty more. And coffee too, with this!”
Her final line was accompanied by a guffaw as she hoisted the bottle of Johnny Walker Black. It was obvious that Donna was feeling every bit as good as I was. Kay and Danielle joined in her laughter, then we settled onto the curving benches around the semicircular nook. I was in the middle, with Danielle on one side, Kay on the other, and a spot next to her for Donna.
Our hostess brought over another plate piled high with cookies, along with two more coffee mugs. Once everyone had been served, including generous dollops of whisky, Donna sat down by Kay, and then said, “Okay, so, what’s this all about?” She was smiling, as usual, but I thought I saw a look of concern in her lovely blue eyes.
“Well,” Kay began, “uh, first, the kids are all upstairs, right? So, I mean, they can’t hear any of what we’re saying?”
“That’s right,” Donna nodded. “Do you… want me to go check and make sure?”
Kay shook her head. “No, it’s fine. I’m pretty sure that even if they tried to sneak up on us, we’d be able to hear them. They’d never stay quiet.”
Everyone agreed, chuckling in amusement. After that there were a few seconds of silence, as Kay apparently was trying to decide where to start. While the rest of us waited, pregnant with anticipation, she took a sip of her coffee and looked around at each of our faces.
“All right,” Kay finally said, turning to Donna, “I guess the first thing to tell you is that Britt here knows. She knows about our little affair. You’d said it was up to us, and so we told her. That was, um, that was after the three of us spent the night together, last Saturday night. She stayed over at our house, at my place, and Danielle and I had sex with her. Then we told her the next morning.”
Donna’s eyebrows were raised, although she didn’t seem to me especially surprised or shocked by this news. It was more like she was excited by it. She was still grinning. With a twinkle in her eye, she said, “So how was it? Was it good?”
“Yes, it was,” said Kay, “very good.”
“Very very good,” added Danielle, as she gave my leg a squeeze underneath the table.
“Ooh,” Donna giggled. “Wish I coulda been there.”
I felt my face turning red. It was pretty weird sitting with three grown-up women hearing them talk about having sex with me and how nice it was. I sort of wanted to say something, but I wasn’t sure what. My tongue was tied.
Kay took another long sip of spiked coffee. She licked her lips, then said, “But there’s a lot more than that. That’s just, that’s barely the beginning. And, uh, the rest of it involves the girls, Cherise and Addison.”
“Really?” said Donna, after a pause.
“Uh-huh. See, it, um, I got the idea a couple weeks ago to have Britt come over on a Saturday and give Addison a private yoga lesson. Except it wasn’t for yoga. That wasn’t the point. What I told Britt was, I wanted her to have sex with Addison. And I wanted to be there to see it.”
“Yeah, and Cherise too,” said Danielle. “Cherise was there too, so Britt could have sex with her and I could watch.” She squeezed my leg again, her hand sliding farther up my thigh, coming close to my crotch.
Donna, however, was no longer smiling. Her face had gone pale. She swallowed, then said, in a quiet voice, “You’re joking.”
“No, we’re not. We’re totally serious,” said Kay.
“But, did you — you didn’t — you didn’t really do that, did you?” asked Donna.
“Yes, we did, we sure did,” Kay replied. “Danielle and I both watched Britt having sex with our little girls. We’ve done it twice now, the last two Saturdays. And it was so great, unbelievably amazing.”
Donna looked at me. She didn’t say anything, but it was clear she was asking for confirmation.
I nodded slowly, then said, “We did. We did do that, and Kay is right. It definitely was amazing.”
I surprised myself by including that last part and by saying it with a grin. It was the truth, of course, but by adding it I was joining in the effort to persuade Donna, to convince her that she should allow me to make love with her daughters, Heather and Felicity. That was what I wanted, no question, but I wasn’t sure how hard I should actually work to make it happen.
As it turned out, I didn’t need to work very hard at all. The women sitting next to me were more than ready to take up the challenge.
Kay and Danielle spent the next several minutes telling Donna how wonderful it all was, being there with me as I was teaching Addison and Cherise about masturbation and fantasy and lesbian love, and then doing everything with the girls — right in front of their moms, while they looked on and played with themselves. They also emphasized how much fun it had been for the kids, how they’d obviously enjoyed what we were doing and were so eager to learn, always asking for more.
As they presented this long explanation, describing sometimes in graphic detail the sexual acts I’d performed with the little girls, both women seemed to be growing very aroused. They were talking fast and breathing hard, their faces becoming flushed. Kay’s chest rose and fell, and through her tight sweater I could see that her nipples were erect. Meanwhile, Danielle’s hand had moved up higher until her fingers were reaching inside my gym shorts, caressing my labia through the thin fabric of my leotard.
And those two weren’t the only ones breathing quickly. I was, naturally, and so was Donna. Her cheeks were red, her forehead shiny with sweat. With one hand she gripped her coffee mug. The other hand wasn’t visible. It was under the table, in her lap, possibly even rubbing her pussy.
Danielle and Kay finally had concluded. They sat quietly, awaiting a response from Donna.
She shook her head. “I, I, I don’t know what to say…”
“You can say yes,” urged Kay. “You should say yes.”
“Yes, to — to what?”
“To letting Britt do the same with your girls,” Kay replied. “Give them private lessons while we watch.”
“It’ll be good for them,” added Danielle. “They’ll like it, and they’ll learn a lot, I promise. Right, Britt?”
Oops. Now I was on the spot. I cleared my throat and said to Donna, “Well, I… I’d be glad to teach them, if they want to do that. And, um, if you want me to, of course.”
“But, no, I, we can’t,” she mumbled, shaking her head.
“Why not?” asked Kay.
“Well, I mean, it’s wrong, isn’t it? After all, they’re just girls, still so young.”
“So?” Kay argued. “How young were you when you first started fooling around, trying things with other girls? I know how young you were, because you’ve told us. And isn’t better for them to learn from someone who really knows what she’s doing? Someone like Britt?”
“Uh, well, maybe, but—”
“And you’ll be there to watch,” Danielle enthused, “so you can see everything they’re doing. You can, like, supervise. Give them advice, if you want. We’ve done that sometimes.”
Donna blinked. “Give… advice?”
“Well, yeah, help them learn what to do. It’s for the good of the girls, a learning experience.”
“You can see the value of that, can’t you?” said Kay.
“I, I suppose so, but it’s just… it seems too risky.”
“We’ll never tell anyone,” Kay assured her. “And neither will Britt. Right, honey?”
“No, of course I wouldn’t.”
This went on a while longer, with Donna raising objections and Danielle and Kay responding to each of them, one after the other. After a time, the erotic nature of the conversation seemed to dissipate as it became more legalistic.
I wasn’t sure they would ever convince her, and in fact we ended at around 6:30 with no decision being reached. Donna wasn’t outright refusing, though, simply insisting that she needed more time to think about it. Plainly, that was all the women were going to get from her that evening.
So, Kay and Danielle gathered up their daughters, then we all put on our coats, said goodnight, and went our separate ways. However, only a few minutes after I got home, while I was in my bedroom changing my clothes, my cell phone buzzed.
It was sitting on top of my dresser. I closed an open drawer and picked up the phone, seeing a text from Donna. Check ur email, was all it said. Curious, I finished getting dressed, then booted up my laptop. There I found a message from Donna in which she asked if I would call her that night, sometime when I was alone and we could talk privately. She also informed me that her husband, Trevor, was out of town on business so I could phone as late as I wanted, whenever it was most convenient.
I couldn’t do it just then, because my mom and dad were holding dinner for me. Anyway, I was sure Donna intended I should call later on, after her kids were asleep. I went out and ate with my parents, trying to act as normal as possible. Then I helped my mother with the dishes, watched TV with them for a couple hours, and eventually said I was going to bed.
The waiting was agony. What did that email mean? What could the woman want? Was she furious, prepared to chew me out for offering to have sex with her children? Although that didn’t seem likely, I was still worried.
I tried to read a novel, but all the anxiety and uncertainty made it hard to concentrate. Finally, at about 10:30, I figured it was late enough. After brushing my teeth and peeing one last time, I got under the covers, leaving a lamp next to the bed on its lowest setting.
My fingers trembled as I picked up the phone and punched in Donna’s number.
She answered after one ring. “Hello?”
“Donna?”
“Hi, Britt. Thank you for calling.” Her was soft, quiet, almost a whisper.
“Oh, uh, that’s okay.”
“See, I just wanted to check with you, and, um, ask a few more questions about, you know, what we talked about today.”
“Sure, of course,” I replied, feeling relief that she didn’t sound angry or anything.
She began by asking if I was truly serious about doing this, and I assured her that I was. Then she told me she wanted to know a lot more, get the details about what exactly would happen should she agree and if her daughters said yes. So, I started going through the list, explaining all the things I had taught Cherise and Addison and describing how I was planning to proceed with Heather and Felicity.
After I finished, she asked again if this really was my choice, if it was what I wanted for myself, not just something I was being pressured to do by Kay and Danielle.
“No, I… it’s what I want,” I told her.
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, I am, absolutely. See, um, I enjoy teaching, I love it. And I love sex, so it sort of goes together.” Then for some crazy reason, I added, “And also I love young girls, you know, like ten or twelve years old. They turn me on.”
It was quiet for a beat, and then she said, “Okay.”
“Does that, I mean, does that bother you?” I asked. “Or make you mad?”
“No, it doesn’t. I understand.”
“You do?”
“Uh-huh… I know how you feel.”
“Oh.”
She didn’t say anything else right away, and that’s when I realized what was going on. Donna’s voice was somewhat shaky and her breath seemed to be coming fast. Could this mean what I thought it meant? Maybe it did!
I waited a second or two, building up my courage, then said, “Can I, um, can I ask you something?”
“Yes, sure. Anything.”
“Well, are you, I mean, are you… touching yourself?”
There was a brief moment of silence, and then, “Uh-huh, I am.”
“Okay.”
“Are you?”
“Yeah,” I nodded, smiling to myself. Then I asked, “Are you in bed?”
“Uh-huh.”
“What are you wearing?”
“Nothing. I’m naked. It’s just me and you and my phone. And my fingers on my clit.”
“Nice…”
“How about you?” she asked. “Are you wearing anything?”
“Um, yeah. I have to, you know, in case my mom comes in or something. So I have shorts on. Boxers, I mean, and a tank top.”
“Okay. Is your hand inside your boxers?”
“Yep, it sure is,” I chuckled, before adding, “and I’m really wet.”
“Me too,” Donna sighed. “So wet, and so turned on. I never thought… well, actually, I guess I have thought about it. You know, about my girls, and, um, doing things with them. But I never expected anything like this would really happen. Except now maybe it is.”
“Yeah, maybe.”
“Do you think they’ll want to?” she asked, sounding worried.
It seemed sort of odd that she would be asking me what I thought since they were her daughters, not mine. But I tried to reassure her.
“Um, yeah,” I said, “I think so. Most girls are pretty curious. You know, they want to know more about sex, all kinds of sex. I remember how I was around their age, really curious, interested, eager, like Cherise and Addison. Your kids probably are too.”
“I hope so.”
“You — does that mean you really want this to happen?”
“Uh-huh, I sure as hell do.”
She was quiet for several more seconds after that, not speaking but making little moaning sounds, like whimpering.
“Are you getting close?” I asked.
“Yeah, I am.”
“Me too. My pussy is really wet.”
“So is mine,” she breathed, “so fucking wet. I… I’m almost there.”
Another short silence, and then Donna said, “When, you know, when Trevor has sex with me, it’s all about him. I almost never come. That only happens when I’m alone, or, or with Kay and Danielle.”
“I’d really like to see the three of you together,” I told her. “Watch you having sex with them. That would be so hot.”
“Yeah, and I’d like to see you with…”
The woman hesitated a moment, but then went on. Her words came out in short bursts between gasps and groans. “I wanna watch you — with Felicity — and Heather! UNH!! UNHHH!!!”
Donna was climaxing. And when I heard that, I went over the top too.
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