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Thunder Island, Chapter One

  • Posted on October 31, 2018 at 1:25 pm

by Wickedsmile

I saw the island lie in the bay. It had already been an hour since I had seen the last car, a rusty pickup with a gun rack, pass us by in the other direction. The solitude of the countryside was already getting on my nerves, but this was madness.

My mother and I were about to take up residence in the black hole of the world, convicted to stay there until I was old enough to be set free, which was five years in the future if I wanted to go to university — or when my mom decided to sell me to the highest redneck bidder.

“Do you like it?” Mom asked me with a big smile.

I swallowed in a remark about drowning myself and staying here as a ghost who would warn any thinking city girl like myself to stay far, far away.

Still, the sight was quite beautiful. The island had a slight cone shape and big trees grew on it. From where we were at that point I had no idea the island itself would be.

Some bird with a vicious design flew over the water and casually plucked a fish from it. The fish contorted, unable to escape the sharp talons and I sympathized with it: it had also nowhere to go.

Then another sign of civilization, quite literally: three miles to go to Salmon Creek, population: 1,230. Civilization? My last high school had more students, damn it! I saw myself playing banjo and harassing people with canoes and chewing tobacco.

But Mom seemed happy, or perhaps elated was a better word.

She was a strong woman, but a sucker for stupid men and the last one had crawled out of one of the deeper circles of hell. So when my uncle died, he proved a fairy godfather with an island as our heritage.

I knew Mom needed a break desperately, so I played the game along in the realization that she would be screaming for take away pizza and noodles in no time.

But the glint in her eyes told me that she was falling truly, madly, deeply in love with this place. Maybe some dormant caveman genes had kicked in when Mom was confronted too much fresh air, but mine stayed comatose. They’d need more than a shot of adrenaline and a defibrillator for me to like this place, let alone stop despising it.

So here I am in a truck with the remnants of our lives, I mused, entering the dark ages.

I shifted my ass to prevent it going numb and looked out to see whether I’d missed a rabid bear or some manic lumberjacks lurking in the woods.

“We’ll pick up some supplies in the town and head over to our new home,” Mom said with a wide grin.

I smiled weakly and looked out again.

The town itself lay on the shore and it was…charming, in a quaint sort of way. My eyes that were trained to spot every kind of comfort drew blanks over and over again: no Blockbuster, no Wendy’s, Burger King, Domino’s, I would even have settled for a McDonald’s. There was one hotel with a restaurant, where I suspected the guests were handed out a knife to go and kill your own elk.

And a store, the kind I knew from movies I saw when there was nothing else on: the kind where you could buy anything: guns, fishing nets, parkas and fur boots, but no Prada, Hermes. No music but two kinds: country and western.

We stopped by the shop and the sea wind tugged at my fashionable skirt that suffered a quick death under the hands of Mother Nature. No more skirts here, in a couple of months time I would be eating meat raw off the bone and speak in monosyllables, wearing bear skin and making arrowheads out of flint.

We walked into the store, that confirmed the clichés: yup, there were the parkas, there were the red woolen shirts with black checkers and hey: over the counter there hung the head of a big elk.

A big woman with Native-American features walked up behind the counter and started to talk with Mom. I looked around to try and find something, anything that would be a sign that I wasn’t completely left in the wilderness.

There was hair gel: the kind that could also be used to cure pelts.

“Brooke?” I heard my mother ask. With lead in my shoes I walked towards her.

The woman behind the counter smiled. “My, aren’t you a lovely girl,” she said. I felt like a cheerleader that had just crawled out of a crashed airplane after a miraculous escape from the jaws of death. Still, I nodded politely.

“So, you are the new inhabitants of Thunder Island?”

“Thunder Island?” I asked. Images of the lightning striking pounding the island over and over again started to flood my mind.

The woman laughed. “Legend has it that the island used to be a nesting place for the Thunderbirds.”

Thunderbirds? What — the car, the television series, the flight stunt team of the American Air Force?

“Thunderbirds were messengers for the gods. They had — or have — a wingspan of two canoes and as they flew, their wings beating the air would cause thunder and lightning flashed from their eyes,” the woman explained.

I let that information sink in. Until then, the only mythology that I had been confronted with were stories about prom dates gone horribly wrong or terribly well, depending upon whether the pregnancy was welcome or not. With a sudden sense of fatality, I realized I would have more than ample time to investigate popular folklore. Hmmm, supermodel and folklorist Brooke Ross.

Did I forget to mention that I have something of a penchant for nurturing oddball fantasies?

“You’ll need something warmer for this climate, at least now: spring is treacherous,” the woman said, “on the third aisle on your left is the women’s clothing.”

I couldn’t wait.

Mom went through a checklist for things to have, helped by the woman with things she had overseen or didn’t know were necessary. Item number one: an axe. Item number two: a rifle, just in case a bear got curious.

I stood there with white knuckles, trying to choke the life out of a woolen shirt. I chose some black clothes, not because I wanted to change into Supergoth, but mismatches in colors could be prevented better.

As I lay the clothes on the counter the woman must have seen some of my sadness, because she said: “Your school is thirty miles from here. It is a bigger town, where there is more clothing of your liking.” I just hoped that cotton was introduced there in the nick of time. I reached depths in my sarcasm that gave me enough breadth to cope with the alien surroundings.

We paid for our stuff an headed back for the truck, but not after we were invited to come over to the woman’s house later for a welcoming picnic. I just hoped that strangling bears wasn’t the highlight of the evening. Still, her hospitality seemed genuine and I knew better than to look ungrateful.

We drove along the coast a couple of miles until we turned onto a narrow levee that headed straight towards the island. The sea was choppy and licked the stones of the levee. I realized that when the weather took a turn for the worst, there would be no way in hell that we could get away from the island.

I could cry so hard I almost laughed.

When we drove onto the island I saw the house was built on the south side, safely protected from the northern winds by stone cliff four meters high and the trees. The house was made of wood and desperately in need of a fresh paint.

“Mary, the shopkeeper, told me that she knows a few people who could help fix the house,” mom said.

I just nodded and stepped out of the car. We walked towards the house and even Mom seemed to be taken aback by the work that lay ahead of us. The roof, the walls, all were in a state of disrepair, it seemed to most logical to thing to tear it down and build something completely all over again, like a bunker.

But most of all I noticed the silence. Apart from the wind and the sea we heard nothing. And the strangest thing was, that it didn’t freak me out. Actually, I found it quite soothing. Maybe those caveman genes were actually stirring in their torpor.

The house was not a mess, but clearly abandoned with the occupant not being able to clean it all up.

We walked through the cold house. Mom found the door to the cellar and went down and hey: there was electricity.

But no cable, no internet, just heat and light. These weren’t the dark ages, but the stone age.

I pictured myself drawing deer and other wildlife on the walls and started to laugh at myself.

When Mom returned from the cellar, the first thing she said was: “We’re going to have to get you a moped or something of the kind.” She took a deep breath and looked around. On the wall someone had nailed a board with the name of a ship that had probably washed up on the shore.

“God, you must be hating me so much right now,” she said wearily.

I looked her in the eyes sincerely. “No, I don’t, I honestly don’t hate you. It’s… different.”

“Liar.”

We grinned at each other. I walked up to Mom and gave her a hug. “We’ll be cool here,” I whispered.

She hugged me back and I wondered how a strong woman like her could be so vulnerable. And she was strong, because she squeezed the air out of me. “Can I breathe now?” I said with a choked voice.

“Sorry,” she let me go and wiped a tear from her eye. She sighed. “So, I’ll turn on the heating.”

“Let’s go and see the rest of the island, while we let the house heat up.”

She nodded, wiped away another tear and we left the house. Outside we looked at it. The place actually didn’t look that bad: a few planks had to be replaced, the roofing needed some work. I looked back down the levee at the woods and the snow covered mountains and felt myself begin to feel a bit better.

I nodded, smiled and looked at my mom. “We’re going to be okay here.”

She saw that I meant it, and I saw a heavy burden fall from her shoulders. She knew that I wasn’t being polite.

We started walking around and saw that the west side of the island had a small bay that was cut of the barren rock but was hidden from view. We walked up to the shore and saw little fish swim close to the bottom in the clear water. The north side and east side were all rocky and overgrown with ferns, undergrowth and trees that somehow had gotten hold of the soil in between the rocks.

And all around was this great unhindered view of nature. Apart from the town there was no sign of civilization. Just raw nature.

We climbed onto the peak of the island and looked around and I felt in a strange way at home. My ways had taken a turn for the simple kind: it was basic, pure. I liked the sound of it: pure.

I nodded my head in agreement with myself. “I could get used to this,” I said confidently.

And my mom hugged me there and then.

There on the peak of Thunder Island, I fell in love with the world.

****

Then that night, it started to rain.

The roof leaked. We walked around maniacally with pots and pans. Then we turned out the lights to prevent a short circuit, sat on the creaky couch under blankets, enjoying each other’s company and warmth. Mom let me have my first beer and we agreed to have one wall taken out and have it replaced by a single windowpane.

That night I was reborn under the sound of thunder and the flash of light.

The next morning we checked the damage, that turned out to be light. When we walked outside it was quite warm, another sure sign that spring was on the loose. We ate a quick breakfast and just couldn’t wait to go outside.

“So, what would you like to do?” Mom asked me over breakfast.

“I want to go to our bay and have a swim,” I said.

“Our bikinis are in a box somewhere.”

“Who said anything about bikinis?” I responded immediately, a bit surprised at myself. I wasn’t an exhibitionist, but something had broken loose inside and it needed to roar.

Mom paused for a moment, weighed the thought. “Yeah, why not.”

We giggled, ripped a few towels from our rucksacks and rushed to the bay. We spread a blanket out, then I practically tore away my clothes.

And then I saw Mom pull off her t-shirt. As she stretched out, I saw her breasts rise up, her toned muscles ripple under her flesh and a monster roared wildly inside of me.

Her pubic hair was trimmed into a neat stripe, her lips protruded from their fleshy nest like they were eagerly awaiting a kiss. God, my mother was beautiful.

I shook my head and ran with her into the icy water. My nipples hurt and turned rock hard. Yet in between my legs I felt a throbbing glow.

Mom’s breath was taken away with the cold. I grinned at her, dove down in the water and grabbed at her feet.

When I rose up to the surface, she seized me and pulled me close. Our cold bodies melted together. I couldn’t feel the ocean bottom as she held me. Our breasts rubbed against each other and through the numbness, a warmth spread through my body down to my pelvis.

Suddenly Mom kissed me on the mouth. I let her.

When she broke our kiss, she seemed confused. “Sorry…” she whispered.

I clasped my legs around her and felt the hardness of her belly muscles onto my vagina and my clit, a heat building between my thighs that I had been growing conscious of some time now. “No sorries,” I whispered. “I liked that.”

I seemed to be adding fuel to the fire, so I kissed Mom. Our lips slid together again and I felt that familiar warmth surge through my body.

When we broke our kiss, we just gazed into each other’s eyes.

Mom gave a coquettish smile. “I’m freezing.”

“Me too.”

“Let’s get out of the water.”

Hand in hand we walked out of the water, lay down on the blanket and let the sun warm our bodies. But even then, my nipples wouldn’t soften.

Mom had the same problem too. She turned on her side and looked with her green eyes at me.

I knew she was wallowing in another excuse for our inappropriate behavior. “I love you,” she breathed.

“I love you too, Mom,” I said and meant every word.

She wasn’t observing me, I saw, she was drowning in me. As I was in her.

In the sunlight a droplet oozed from Mom’s vagina, slowly ran down her thigh and left a glistening trail until it reached the towel.

Without a word I touched her vagina and got a trace of that moisture on my finger. I put my finger in my mouth and tasted it. It was salty.

Mom slid over to me and kissed me again, passionately. I let a hand wander over her skin and let the lust wash over me. She pulled me onto her and let our tongues flick in and out of our mouths. I felt her run her hands over my body, felt my honey drip onto her belly.

Somehow I managed to break our kiss and sit upright.

Confused, she looked at me until I grasped my breasts firmly and gave them a squeeze. Mom smiled and sat upright too. She took a nipple in her mouth and sucked. I grabbed her hair and cradled her face to my chest.

Suddenly I became aware of her hands on my bottom, her fingers homing in on my throbbing cunt. Mom looked up and grinned. “My, aren’t you wet.”

When Mom touched my vagina, I gasped. Slowly she moved her slick fingers up and down my slit. I started to moan as she moved her hand a bit quicker and touched my clit. Then she slowly pushed in a finger inside me. I grabbed her tightly and let her finger explore my insides. Then she pried in two fingers, which sent me to heaven.

My moaning became louder, I bit Mom’s neck as the waves increased in strength and rode her hand like a wild animal.

Then I came. It felt like a strong fist squeezed every droplet of ecstasy out of me.

I let Mom go and stared into her eyes while I caught my breath. Struggling onto my knees, I saw that her tummy and the towel she’d been resting on were soaked.

“Come here, baby,” she said and gave a tug on my legs that showed me where to go.

I positioned myself over her face and let Mom grab my thighs as she pressed her mouth into my vagina. Her rough tongue licked my opening and sucked on my clit. I looked down and saw that I was leaking so profusely that my honey was dripping down from her face.

I shrieked and felt my cunt contract while Mom licked me, sucked, swallowed what she could. I lost my balance, but she held me in place. I grabbed my breasts and kneaded them hard, while I felt an orgasm swell up again and pound my cunt until I begged her to stop.

When I opened my eyes again and looked down, Mom’s lower face had a thick sheen of my nectar, but she just licked her lips and smiled. “Yummy.”

I looked back and saw Mom’s legs spread out before me. I just turned around and looked at the engorged lips beckoning me. I enclosed my lips over her mound and let the tangy sweetness of her explode on my tongue.

I went down on my mother with everything that I had, and soon she began to coo and writhe under me. I licked her feverishly, while Mom’s breathing became more coarse and the spasms that rocked her body grew more intense.

And then she came. Warm honey flowed in a steady stream from her cunt, and I drank every drop.

“I can’t take any more,” Mom pleaded, but I wasn’t about let her go with just one orgasm. So I started to suck on her sweet clit again and started to insert two fingers in her vagina.

Mom yelped and tried to kiss my vagina again, but when I nibbled gently on her clit, she moaned and fell back.

I licked and fingered frantically until Mom shook, cursed and yelped until I couldn’t distinguish one orgasm from another. I just made love to her until my jaw and arm went numb.

Mom gave one last cry, then went limp.

I lay beside her and saw her delicious breasts rise up and down as she tried to control her breathing.

“Oh my God,” she said, “that was fantastic.”

We cuddled together and lay naked in the sun, staring at the sky. The only sounds we heard were from the sea lapping at the shore and the occasional cry from a bird.

“We can’t do this again,” Mom finally said. “It was beautiful, and I’m glad we got to love each other this way, but it needs to be a one-time experience.”

It was true and I knew it, so I nodded. She took my hand and tugged me upright.

With shaky legs we struggled towards the sea and cleaned ourselves. We smiled at each other, a bit shyly.

In the days that followed we did our best to suppress our mutual feelings, but we enjoyed the physical nearness of each other, the casual brushes in our confined space inside, the walking hand in hand outside. And the spring was still gaining strength.

Continue on to: Chapter Two!

 

Ripples, Chapter 2

  • Posted on October 29, 2018 at 1:07 pm

by Sapphmore and JetBoy

Jessica was still buzzing from the events of the evening, and had elected to take Rachel’s DVD up to her room to watch. She rummaged around in the sexy lingerie that she so seldom wore these days, groping about until she found the white plastic vibrator she’d bought at an Ann Summers party before her marriage.

She quickly slipped the DVD into the machine, turned on the TV and settled down on her bed. Seizing the remote, she fast-forwarded through the parts she’d already seen, finally pressing PLAY at the start of a new scene. Setting the remote to one side, she relaxed and began to watch.

Two women, both fully dressed, were cuddling on a bed. Actually, one of them was only in her teens — in fact, she almost appeared to be underage, around fifteen or so. Jess noticed the way they were snuggled together, more affectionate than sexual.

The volume was muted, so Jessica turned it up just a bit. Glancing over at the door, she frowned, realising that it was still slightly ajar. I really ought to close that, she thought, then shrugged. She didn’t feel like getting up. Anyhow, the girls were all fast asleep.

Reassured, Jess turned her full attention back to the TV, where the older woman and the teenager were talking. Curious, she picked up the remote and scrolled the scene back to the beginning, then started it over again.

It was a conversation about boys, with the woman asking the girl if there was anyone at school that she especially liked. The girl shrugged and said that she wasn’t sure.

As she watched, Jess tilted her head, a puzzled expression on her face. Wait just a minute… are these two supposed to be mother and daughter?

That seemed to be what the scene implied. As Jessica listened on, she noticed that the girl never actually referred to the woman as her mother… nevertheless, everything else about the dialogue sounded like it was an everyday encounter between parent and child.

Lesbian incest? Jesus, that’s pretty perverted, Jess thought… then shrugged. This whole DVD is nothing but fantasies anyhow. She settled back into the pillows, stroking her inner thighs, letting herself get caught up in the action.

The woman asked her daughter — Jess was already thinking of her that way — if she’d ever felt an attraction for another girl. The teen was shocked and insisted she never had, but the mother finally got her to admit that she did like to look at other girls in the shower after gym class, and that she wouldn’t mind being kissed by a girl at least once.

The woman told the girl that she should try it, then admitted that she had kissed women before — and girls, too, back in her own high school days. Intrigued, the daughter asked what it was like. By then, the mother was sitting up against the headboard behind her daughter, who was lying back in the woman’s arms, wearing just a t-shirt and pretty blue panties.

The conversation dwindled, and finally the two women were silent. All the while, though, the mother was caressing her daughter’s arms, her hands, her shoulders. The girl was resting her head on the woman’s shoulder, and they occasionally made eye contact, exchanging shy smiles and adoring glances.

Jessica’s excitement was steadily building. She wasn’t quite ready to get into serious masturbating just yet; instead, she lightly caressed her vulva every now and then to keep her arousal razor-sharp.

When the mother began to fondle her daughter’s breasts through her thin t-shirt, it seemed such a natural thing for her to do that Jess didn’t notice it was happening at first. The girl gazed dreamy-eyed at her mother, her face practically glowing with desire and adoration.

My God, it looks so real, Jessica told herself. Like they truly are falling in love. Do things like this ever really happen between mums and their children?

The woman slowly leaned down to place a gentle kiss on the girl’s parted lips. Drawing back just a bit, she smiled at her daughter… then, closing her eyes, kissed her again. This time, their mouths lingered for a few seconds longer. They drifted apart, their noses nearly touching, then the mother’s tongue emerged to brush her daughter’s lower lip. With a blissful sigh, the girl lifted her head, following the older woman’s mouth with hers — and suddenly they were kissing with the ardour of lovers.

*****

Out in the hallway, Alice peered through the slight gap between the door and the frame, enthralled by what she saw — Aunt Rachel’s DVD playing again, with a lady and a teenage girl giving each other hot kisses. And if it was anything like the stuff she’d glimpsed downstairs, pretty soon these two would stop kissing and start taking their clothes off and doing lesbian sex.

Alice only wished she could get a better look at Mum right then, because it was clear that she was already bare naked and touching herself while she watched the screen.

But the room was only lit by the TV, and the lamp on Mum’s nightstand was blocking the lower half of her body anyhow. So Alice’s attention was mostly focused on the DVD, though the sounds of her mum’s moans and sighs made watching it even more exciting.

*****

Jessica was fingering herself now, fully immersed in the scene. It was the kinkiest thing she’d ever seen, a forbidden act of sexuality between parent and child — yet somehow, the very wrongness of the act seemed to turn her on, nearly as much as kissing Rachel had done.

The woman’s hand was now buried in the teen’s panties, fingers clearly moving, masturbating her daughter, who was mewling with delight into her mother’s mouth as they swapped tongues back and forth.

Suddenly the girl sat up and turned toward the woman, reaching down to tug her t-shirt up and off — and within a minute or so, the new lovers were both completely naked. Jess whimpered, her arousal taking a sharp spike upward at the sight of the daughter’s bare body. Oh, my… she’s absolutely perfect.

Now the girl and the woman were making love for real, and Jessica’s hand was a blur as she thrust two fingers in and out of her dripping cunt, fucking herself until she saw stars.

She paused to manipulate her clitoris with a few delicious flicks of a fingertip, then reached for the vibrator, switched it on and was about to slip it into her vagina when the buzzing abruptly stopped.

“Fuck!” Jessica hissed through clenched teeth, pounding the bed with her fist. Far too desperate to even think of putting the DVD on pause while she scrounged up replacement batteries, she just plunged the dead toy into her cunt, working it as deep as she was able.

She drank in the action on the screen, losing herself in the hot, sweaty sex. By this time the two lovers were tribbing, grinding their pussies together, moving in a steady rhythm that Jessica tried to match with the thrusts of her arm and wrist as she worked the vibrator in and out, in and out.

There was a core of heat beneath her belly, a fire that steadily grew into something much bigger. She fanned it, willed it to blossom, pushing herself toward that ultimate release.

The sex clip played on. The mother was disentangling herself from the girl, then guiding her onto all fours. Jess fucked herself faster, her breath hissing through clenched teeth. That’s so twisted, a mum doing something like that to her own daughter, she thought, but didn’t look away.

Kneeling behind the teen, the woman gently spread her buttocks apart, then bent to lick her daughter’s glistening slit — and out of nowhere, an image flashed like midnight lightning in Jessica’s mind, a mental snapshot of the sex act taking place right then on the screen before her. Only now, the face of the young actress had been replaced by that of her oldest child.

“Alice!” she gasped — and that was when Jess came.

She twitched helplessly, feet tangling in the sheets, her body tossed to and fro on waves of purest ecstasy. The vibrator was buried to the hilt in her vagina, Jessica wiggling it ever so slightly — each tiny motion containing a universe of pleasure.

Finally, with a long, low moan, she released her held breath, sinking back exhausted.

Once she’d regained her wind, Jess slowly withdrew the sex toy, bringing it to her lips for a taste of herself before clumsily setting it on the nightstand.

That left the TV. She fumbled about for the remote, noticing that the mother and daughter were now lying in each other’s arms, sharing tender kisses. Jessica felt a twinge of warmth at the sight — at least, until she remembered the thought she’d had at the instant of her climax.

She stared down at her hands. Why in God’s name was I picturing Alice when I got off? Of all people, my own twelve-year-old daughter!

After pondering the matter for a few heartbeats, Jessica told herself, Let’s not over-think this. You were watching a porno film clip of what seemed to be lesbian incest, a mum having sex with her daughter. Alice’s face popped into your head. That’s all. It’s not as if you want to do these things yourself!

Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, Jessica got up and went into her bathroom to wash up, then brush her teeth. As she padded back into the bedroom, she decided to skip putting on clean panties and simply sleep naked.

Crawling between the sheets, Jess thought about her day, wondering whether she’d cheated herself by choosing not to explore her bisexual side for so many years. Guess I’m making up for it now, she decided, then drifted off to sleep.

*****

When her mother turned off the sex film playing on the TV, Alice beat a hasty retreat back to her room, her head awhirl with what she’d just seen.

She was totally getting into watching that DVD of ladies doing sex with other ladies — especially knowing that her mum was probably touching her minge the whole time. That’s what it sounded like she was doing, anyhow

Then something really strange happened. Mum was getting a bit louder, then all of a sudden, she’d called out “Alice!”

The twelve-year-old had nearly jumped out of her skin — certain that she’d been caught red-handed, spying on Mum at a very private moment. Alice was rooted to the spot, too frightened to flee, already anticipating her mother’s anger.

But then… nothing happened. Alice could hear Mum’s breathing return to normal, then she saw her mother point the remote at the TV and switch it off. Almost trembling with relief, the girl crept quickly but quietly down the hall, back to the safety of her room.

Alice’s mind was buzzing as she struggled to make sense of it all. Is Mum a lesbian now? It sure looks like it — why else would she be kissing Aunt Rachel like that, or watching that DVD?

Then there were her own feelings about what she’d seen…

While nearly all her friends at school were beginning to fixate on boys, Alice found herself drawn more to other girls — in particular, she had been noticing them while showering off after gym class, enthralled by the different body types on display. They’re all different, she had decided, but they’re all beautiful, too.

She’d also seen photos of naked women in glossy magazines and brief nude appearances in movies, but this was Alice’s first exposure to hardcore lesbian sex — and it had aroused her in a big way. Her knickers were still damp. For the first time, Alice was seriously considering the notion that she could be gay.

But at that moment, one question nagged at her most of all: Why did Mum call my name when she did?

Alice was trying to digest all she had witnessed that night as she drifted off to sleep, a jumble of images inside her head.

*****

Across the street, Rachel and her babysitter Millie were sitting in the lounge, drinking hot chocolate.

When she had returned home, Millie was relaxing on the couch, watching TV. She was a cute local girl of sixteen with short blonde hair and steel-blue eyes, dressed in a vest top and shorts. Rachel found herself occasionally glancing at the teen’s bare legs, thinking about the sweet, sexy things she and Jess had done mere moments ago. She still felt aroused, too, not having climaxed.

They chatted for a while about Millie’s school work and her friends, then Rachel asked, “Do you have a boyfriend, then? A pretty thing like you… I’m sure you have no trouble attracting boys.”

Millie blushed. “Well… I do have a boyfriend, yeah — but it’s, y’know, nothin’ serious.”

“I’m glad to hear that!” Rachel said. “You should be playing the field a bit before getting serious.”

“Well, Mick’s good lookin’, and yeah, he knows how to make me laugh, but…” Millie hesitated, then said, “How do you know when you meet, um… ‘the one?”

Rachel reacted in mock-surprise. “Whoa, whoa — Millie, you’re far too young to be looking for ‘the one’.” She paused, thoughtfully studying the girl. “Why do you ask?”

“It’s just that… well, I don’t feel my heart beat really fast when he kisses me. Is that normal? I guess I was expecting, um, more.”

“Hmm. Sounds to me as if you like him, but you’re not actually in love. Don’t let that worry you — believe me, you’ll probably fall in love more than once before you get to twenty-one,” Rachel answered, briefly recalling her own failed marriage.

Frowning, Millie folded her arms. “Mick, he wants us to go to the next step, but I’m not sure.”

“The next step? You mean he’s pressuring you to have sex?”

“Not exactly,” Millie replied with a shrug. “He’s just droppin’ hints that, um, since we’ve been together for three months, it’s maybe time to ‘move our relationship forward.’ He says that a lot.”

Gazing at the girl’s lovely face, Rachel shook her head. “Sweetheart, that sounds exactly like he’s trying to manipulate you into bed with him.”

Millie made a face. “So… when did you know it was the right time to, y’know, go further than just foolin’ around with a boy?”

“Well, one thing I know for certain,” Rachel said, “you shouldn’t have sex with anyone until you feel ready. If he doesn’t get that — well, to be honest, he’s not worth your time. It sounds to me like you prefer to wait, at least for now.”

“Well, I don’t wanna get pregnant, that’s for sure, but also, like you said, I’m too young to get serious with my first proper boyfriend.”

“Quite right!”

Millie made a face. “Anyway, I’m not sure Mick’s even my type, really.”

“Is there another boy you fancy, or… perhaps even a girl?”

Rachel thought she’d hit a nerve, judging by the blush on Millie’s face.

“I’m not gay!” retorted Millie, not quite convincingly.

Rachel sensed that the girl was struggling with her feelings, and decided to test the water a little. “You can experiment with other girls, and it doesn’t necessarily make you a lesbian. I’ve dated boys and men all my life, but still went with girls now and then before I got married.” She smiled. “Actually, since my divorce, I’ve been a lot more interested in women.”

“Really?” Millie tried to act casual, but Rachel could tell that the girl was far more interested than she let on. Um, so, what’s it like kissing another girl, then?”

“Different than kissing boys… better, I always thought. With girls, it always seemed more about mutual enjoyment. And their mouths are so soft and sweet.”

“I don’t know, maybe I oughta fool around some with a girl.” She gave a shaky laugh, looking down at her fidgeting hands. “Course, I don’t really know any girls who are gay. They prob’ly wouldn’t want to do stuff with me anyhow.”

Rachel studied the girl, her heart thrumming. There’s the opening, all you have to do is step through. As if she was thinking long and hard about the matter, the older woman said, “Millie… would you like me to show you what it’s like?”

A surprised Millie raised her head, staring wide-eyed at Rachel. “You mean, um… you’d kiss me?”

“Sure, if you want. I’d really enjoy kissing you. You’re a very pretty girl, after all.”

Millie thought it over. “You, um, wouldn’t tell anyone, right?”

“Of course not, love,” Rachel replied. “I’m not the kind to kiss and tell.”

“Well… I guess it wouldn’t hurt, just to try it out, y’know?”

With that, Rachel leaned over and gently touched Millie’s face, before sliding a hand around to the back of her head and pulling her near. She very gently brushed the girl’s lips with her own, then allowed the tip of her tongue to flick at Millie’s mouth.

So as not to frighten her, Rachel carefully used her tongue to part Millie’s lips, drawing nearer to the girl, slowly sliding a hand along her thigh. At first, Millie was tense, then Rachel felt her gradually relax. Her hand continued its path along the girl’s leg, then up over her belly, then her ribs, finally using one finger to caress a nipple through the teen’s thin vest top.

When Millie whimpered into their kiss, Rachel knew that the girl was as good as hers.

She began to kiss her with more urgency — and Millie soon responded, her own tongue shyly emerging to play. Within a minute or so, the woman and the teen cutie were exchanging passionate French kisses.

Rachel let her hand open like a flower over a small but firm and beautifully formed breast, using her other hand to hook Millie’s vest top down, exposing a tiny nipple that stiffened quite nicely to her touch.

She pulled away slightly to study the young girl — whose eyes were closed, her mouth slack. Then Millie let her eyes flutter open, a dreamy expression on her face as she gazed at Rachel in wonder. “Oh… oh, bloody hell,” she whispered.

Rachel responded by lowering her head to the teen’s now bared breast, teasing her hard nipple with a flick of the tongue as she used her thumbs to slide the straps of Millie’s vest off her shoulders.

Raising up to give the girl a reassuring smile, Rachel gave her a brief but tender kiss, then murmured, “Lie back, love… let me show you how nice I can make you feel.”

Without a word, Millie settled back into the plush cushions of the couch, offering herself up to this lovely new experience. Rachel now had the vest pulled down and was nuzzling the girl’s flawless breasts, moving back and forth between them, pleasuring each nipple in turn with her lips and tongue.

Eager to take their lovemaking to the next level, Rachel placed a hand on the girl’s bare leg, her fingers exploring the silky smooth skin. She let her hand glide slowly up the inside of Millie’s thigh, travelling steadily higher until she reached the cleft between the teen’s legs, smiling as she felt the growing warmth of Millie’s vulva through her shorts.

A tremor raced through the girl as Rachel fondled her. “C-can I, um, have another kiss?” Millie whispered, her cheeks flushed an adorable pink.

Rachel gave the girl what she wanted, crushing her lips to Millie’s, invading her mouth with a probing tongue.  This time, Millie responded eagerly, placing a hand on either side of Rachel’s head, her own tongue darting and dancing about in the mouth of her older lover. Taking that as a sign, Rachel reached down to undo the button of Millie’s shorts, then slowly tugged the zipper down until she was able to slide her fingers into the soft cotton knickers of the virgin teen.

She wasn’t a bit surprised at how wet the girl was. By this time, Millie was writhing and shifting about in response to Rachel’s expert touch, even raising her hips from the couch, clumsily thrusting against the older woman’s hand, panting, “Oh my God, oh my God, oh m-my God.”

When Rachel hooked her middle finger down through the soft hair that adorned Millie’s pubis, gliding over the engorged clitoris to slide easily between the girl’s juicy labia and into the hot channel of her cunt, Millie cried out, throwing her head back.

Rachel continued to pump a finger, then two, into her babysitter’s pussy, then suddenly withdrew both fingers and brought them to the girl’s mouth. “Go on,” she said, “taste yourself, Millie, see how sweet you are.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Millie took Rachel’s fingers into her mouth, sucking them like it was her last meal, while Rachel moved in to trail kisses up and down the girl’s neck, pausing to nibble on her ear.

Then Millie took hold of the woman’s hand and thrust it down between her legs, stuffing it into her knickers — which were, by then, absolutely soaked. “Please, Ms. Thomas,” begged Millie, “please touch me some more. I — I’m so close!”

“My pleasure,” said Rachel, already masturbating her lover. She toyed with Millie’s slit — rekindling the fire, then building the heat back up into an inferno. Soon the girl was mewling with delight, her eyes glazed with pleasure.

Now, Rachel decided, now — let’s take her over the top.

She eased two fingers back into Millie, penetrating her like before. Only now, she sought out the girl’s clitoris with the ball of her thumb and began to tease it, gently stroking the erect nubbin.

Seconds later, a choked cry burst from Millie’s throat, her slender body stiffening as an orgasm claimed her. She arched her body up from the sofa, staring sightlessly, her voice rising to a loud wail.

Bloody hell, Rachel thought, I mustn’t let her wake the girls!

Twining her free arm around Millie’s shoulders, Rachel guided the teen’s face to her breasts — muffling her cries just enough, she figured. She continued to manipulate Millie’s clit, guiding her through her first climax, then on to another. Finally, the desperate girl grabbed Rachel’s wrist, gasping, “No — no more, p-please… I can’t, I c-can’t!”

Millie sank into the couch, releasing a long, shaky breath as Rachel took her hand back and examined her fingers, now glistening with the young girl’s fluids. She brought them to her mouth, purring with satisfaction as she got her own taste of Millie. Next time, she told herself, I’ll get it straight from the pot.

Then a wicked impulse seized her. Quickly lifting the skirt she wore, she thrust a hand into her skimpy lace panties, sliding two fingers deep into her cunt and moving them about a bit. After just a few seconds, they were coated with her juices, so she withdrew them, then proffered her hand to Millie.

“Here you go, love,” she said, “your first taste of another woman.”

Millie stared at Rachel’s wet fingers, then hesitantly extended her tongue to sample the flavor of her lover. The teen paused to savor it, then took the fingers into her mouth, licking them clean.

Rachel took this opportunity to move her free hand back between her legs and rub herself. She was so worked up that it only took a few thrusts to bring on an explosive orgasm of her own.

Opening her eyes, she saw Millie was staring, still holding her hand. “Fuck, that’s hot,” the girl breathed.

Rachel slowly stood, reached under her skirt and tugged a very damp pair of knickers down to her ankles. Stepping out of them, she picked up the sheer panties and casually placed them on the coffee table. “Well, Millie,” she said, smiling at the girl, “what did you think of your first lesson in kissing girls?”

The dazed teen shook her head. “I never… I mean… oh my God, I can’t believe how good that was!” She looked at Rachel. “Ms. Thomas, could we maybe… uh, do that again some time?”

Rachel pretended to ponder the idea. “Well, I suppose we can… but Millie, don’t you have a boyfriend?”

Millie gave a derisive snort of laughter. “Mick? That tosser? No fear… I’m givin’ him the chop tomorrow. He never made me feel anything like you did!”

Rachel couldn’t help but laugh herself. “Well, in that case, I can’t possibly say no, can I? Very well, Millie — you and I will most definitely make love again. With one condition, that is…”

“What’s that, then?”

“That you stop calling me ‘Ms. Thomas,’ for fuck’s sake. Now I’ve fingered your cunt, you’re obliged to use my first name. Which is ‘Rachel’, by the way.”

“Fine,” Millie said. Drifting closer, the girl gave her a hungry French kiss, then grinned. “Next time, Rachel… it’ll be my turn to make you feel good.”

“Can’t wait, love,” Rachel replied. “But for now, it’s getting late — we don’t want your mum to worry. You’d better get cleaned up, then I’ll take you home.” She kissed Millie gently, then gestured her toward the small downstairs toilet.

As Millie was putting herself back in order, washing her face and brushing her mussed hair, Rachel was pondering the possibilities. She realised that she wanted more of this, much more — and not just with Millie. There was a whole world of sexy young women out there — Girls, too, she added — and she wanted to sample their delights on a regular basis.

And then… there’s also one very desirable older woman. Mustn’t forget about her.

Rachel had unfinished business with Jessica, and was determined that her dear friend would experience the same ecstasy that she just had.

Onward to Chapter Three!

 

Merging, Chapter 5

  • Posted on October 25, 2018 at 1:37 pm

by J. R. Hartley

Three days later, Leia and Claire went for a walk in the hills they could see from their bedroom window. They’d both dressed lightly for the summer weather and took a small picnic in the backpacks they carried with them.

When they reached the top, they ignored the few picnic benches and instead decided to decamp on some grass underneath a nearby tree’s shade. They laid out their lunch and started tucking in, then sat for a while talking about nothing in particular, merely enjoying each other’s company.

The picnic area eventually cleared out and they had the whole place to themselves with the exception of a couple walking their dog, a boxer. They’d stopped for a moment on the other side of the clearing, but were just passing through and would be gone soon. Claire and Leia watched as the walkers got a large bottle of water and a bowl from out of their backpacks and gave the animal some much needed hydration.

“Hot dog!” said Claire, making an awful pun and forcing a groan from Leia.

Claire mentioned how she liked that type of dog and asked if Leia had a favourite breed too.

“I like the King Charles spaniels,” she replied, “but I do have a funny story about a boxer, actually.”

“Go on.”

“Let’s let these people go past first,” said Leia in a slightly hushed voice, immediately catching Claire’s attention as something more interesting than small-talk. They waited for a few minutes more, talking about nothing in particular while eagerly watching for movement from the walkers.

As soon as they were out of earshot, Claire scanned the rest of the area and found no-one else around. She looked eagerly at Leia, waiting to hear her story.

“Well, when Molly was about six or seven — she was seven, I think — we borrowed one of them.”

“You borrowed a dog?” asked Claire, confused.

“Well, not borrowed. I happened to mention to a friend that I was thinking about getting a dog. You know, single mum, young daughter, empty house and all that. I thought that might be a good idea. So anyway, my friend was going off on holiday for a couple of weeks and rather than putting the dog in some kennels, she asked me if I wanted to look after it to get a taster, really.

“It was a boxer, as you probably guessed. We took it out on a walk one day and Molly had a sit down in a clearing while I threw a ball back and forth for this dog for ages. She was completely nutty and just kept bounding off after this ball, then bringing it back for me to throw again.

“Anyway, after a while this dog is tired out, so I give it some water and we start walking back down this quiet pathway. There’s no-one around. Out of nowhere, Molly said she felt like being bad. While I’d been throwing the ball, she’d apparently been sitting there, secretly rubbing the bottom of a bottle of water against her clit and making herself feel very naughty. The idea turned me on a bit, but there was no way I was going to do anything like that out in the open.”

“Two minutes later, she asked me to pick her up for a minute, which I could still just about manage by that stage. She looked around and then leaned in to kiss me, right there in the woods. I was stood there, carrying my little seven-year-old child, and she was giving me a full on kiss. Really slow, gentle kissing with lots of tongue.”

“Oh, wow,” said Claire, picturing it.

“So of course, after a few seconds of holding her in my arms and being kissed by Molly, that starts to make me reconsider. That feeling grows when my little girl moves round and kissed my ear then whispers, ‘Eat me, Mummy,’ like a proper little slut.”

“Oh, Jesus!” said Claire, immediately turned on.

“The thing is, we’re right there on the path. I look around and a little way back from this walkway, maybe twenty feet or so, there are some shrubs and small trees nearby and a little space in the middle of it all that we can just about fit through. I tied the dog up outside this little copse and we ducked inside, where we found some branches at a good height for her to kind of part sit, part lie on.

“We start kissing again, trying to be as quiet as possible, but I’m now as hot as hell with the idea of getting caught adding to it all. Not long later, I’m crouched down on the leaf litter while she’s in this tree. I’m licking her pussy and pushing a finger into her arsehole, and she’s trying not to scream in pleasure. She’s got her hands on the back of my head, pulling me into her and I’m trying to rub myself through my dress and just devouring her, you know?

“Suddenly, a man back out on the pathway yells out, ‘Hello? Whose dog is this?’ and we absolutely crap ourselves!”

“Oh my God!” said Claire, enthralled.

“Molly jumps down, scratching her bottom on the branch, then she’s trying desperately to get herself dressed again while I have to shout back to this guy to stop him coming in.”

“What on earth did you say?” asked Claire.

“I yelled out that it was mine and I would just be a few seconds. He then shouts back to ask if everything’s okay, and I have to tell him that my little girl Molly needed to use the bathroom desperately. I honestly don’t know how we made ourselves look presentable in those few seconds, but we did it somehow. Once he saw that we were coming out and everything was okay, he smiled and waved then carried on walking, back the way we’d come thankfully. We couldn’t stop laughing for the rest of the day.”

Claire clapped her hands together and rolled onto her back, laughing at the absurd situation and picturing their faces at the moment the man yelled at them. “Oh that’s brilliant! That’s so lucky, though, can you imagine if he’d seen you?” she asked, looking at Leia.

After laughing about it together, Leia added that she’d given the dog back when her friends came back home from their holiday.

“I think it was the right thing to do, but we did miss her. I realised that she’d need walking a couple of times a day and I didn’t think it a great idea for the three of us to go wandering around the streets at night, especially in winter.”

“Ah, of course.”

“Anyway, speaking of home, it’s probably time for us to pack up.”

A few hours later, they were back at Claire’s, getting everyone ready for bed. The girls had brushed their teeth in the upstairs bathroom and for once they’d even managed not to spit out their toothpaste so that it covered the entire sink and half of the mirror – a frequent hazard with two mischievous girls brushing their teeth together.

Leia and Claire had stayed downstairs for a while and were reminiscing about the walk and the beautiful woods they’d wandered through. They’d watched some trashy TV show for a bit and entertained themselves with some catty remarks about the contestants before deciding to head upstairs themselves.

Like most other things in their lives, their night time routines intertwined neatly. Leia went to get her hairbrush out and sat on the end of the bed while Claire headed for the bathroom first. Leia counted each stroke up to 100, loving the taut pull of the brush on her head. She had already removed her make-up earlier in the evening, and was just finishing putting moisturiser on when Claire came back in the room.

She closed the door quietly behind her and said “You’re bloody stunning, you are,” as she passed Leia, letting her hand drag gently across the upper part of her friend’s chest.

“So are you, my love,” said Leia, grinning as she reached out to run her hand down Claire’s arm. She stood and gave her a quick kiss before heading to the bathroom. Claire copied her lover’s hair-brushing and moisturising process, then climbed into bed, waiting for Leia’s return.

The next thing she knew, Leia was leaning over her, pressing a finger to her lips. Claire had awakened with a start, having dropped off to sleep in a few moments. Leia could tell that she was confused as to what was happening.

“Where have you been?” Claire whispered.

“I was in the bathroom and I’d brushed my teeth and everything, and thought I’d play a quick game on my phone. I ended up sitting on the bath and I must have been there for about fifteen or twenty minutes.”

“Huh? What?” said Claire, still confused.

“I have something I need to show you, but you need to be completely silent, okay? Do you think you can do that?”

“I guess so, yeah, okay.”

Leia helped her out of bed, and they crept down the hallway to Jessica’s room. When Claire realised what was happening, her mouth dropped wide open and she grabbed Leia’s arm tightly. Leia simply smiled back at her in the near-dark.

There was a little more light coming from inside Jessica’s bedroom, thanks to the bright moon outside, but it was quite difficult to see at first. She stood in the doorway and peered through into the room while Claire took up position directly behind her.

As their eyes adjusted they could see more.

Ten-year-old Jessica and nine-year-old Molly were both lying in Jess’s bed, completely naked. They were wrapped in each other’s arms with their bodies pressed together. The bedclothes had been messily pushed down the bed, which allowed the two mothers an unrestricted view on their little girls’ intimacy.

Leia reached around behind her and lightly gripped Claire’s right leg as they watched. She could feel the blonde’s hands on her shoulders at the same time. Without uttering a word, each knew that they needed to be touching one other at that moment.

They watched as the two girls slowly, passionately kissed. Leia knew that Molly could kiss really well, having taught her how, but watching Jessica kiss for the first time was incredible. She could already feel major stirrings inside.

Claire, meanwhile, was jelly.

Molly was lying slightly on top of her friend, and the women watched as she slowly started kissing down Jessica’s neck to her collarbone. The ten-year-old arched her back a little, instinctively pushing her chest out toward her friend, who obliged very willingly. She kissed down to her nipples and gently licked all around them, then took one between her pursed lips and sucked softly.

Jessica made a mewing noise as her friend played with her chest, her fingers slowly running up and down Molly’s back and into her hair. Molly kept kissing and sucking, alternating between her nipples and then licking back up to her friend’s neck again before they kissed once more. She completed the triangle a few more times, allowing her fingers to wander down over Jess’s body at the same time. Little fingers found her belly button, circling it slowly before sliding gently downwards.

The women watched spellbound as Jess spread her legs and allowed Molly’s fingers to dance on her clit. She moaned softly, “Aahhhhh fuuuuuck,” causing Claire to grip Leia’s shoulders tighter for a few moments, mimicking the clench she felt in her own stomach from this astonishing spectacle, the sound of her little girl saying something so naughty.

Their eyes fully acclimatised now, they could see everything on the bed. Every limb, every stroke, kiss and caress. Claire started to gently run her hands over Leia while they stood in the doorway; Leia reciprocated.

After a few minutes, Molly took her fingers out of Jessica’s pussy and brought them up to her own mouth. She looked at her friend and pushed them between her lips, sucking on them conspicuously for Jessica, who reacted with wide-open eyes.

“Where did you learn that?” she whispered as Molly’s hands travelled south again.

“My mummy showed me.”

“Fucking hell! You play like this with your mum?” Jess asked. When Molly nodded, she could only reply, “That’s sooooo cool,” as her friend’s fingers entered her again. “I’d love to play with my mum like this.”

Claire almost yelped.

“You bad girl!” whispered Molly with a devilish smile, bringing a similar mischievous smirk to Jessica’s face. “I think bad girls should be punished.”

She rolled back over to her side of the bed and spread her legs wide. “I think bad girls need to eat some cunt, don’t you?”

Jessica grinned as she pushed herself up from the bed so that she was on all fours, one knee neatly placed between the younger girl’s legs. Her light brown hair fell forward and directly into Molly’s face. Jess bent down for a couple of kisses but as she pushed back up , her hair dragged softly over the tip of Molly’s nose.

Molly tried to stifle it, but the tickling was too intense and she sneezed loudly. Both girls froze in place with nervous grins on their faces. Did our mums hear that? they thought. Are they going to come check on us?

Ten seconds passed and the girls stayed absolutely still, listening for bed springs squeaking or floor boards creaking. If they’d simply turned their heads, they’d have seen their mothers clearly visible in the doorway, also trying to be as still and silent as possible.

Twenty seconds. Thirty. Molly reached up and put her hand on the back of Jess’ neck. “I think we’re okay,” she said, smiling. “Now, weren’t you about to be punished?”

Jess leant down to kiss her once again, but this time made sure that her hair was safely to one side and there was no chance of Molly’s nose getting tickled again. She kissed down her friend’s neck and then to her chest, repeating the triangle trick she’d learnt from Molly; nipple, nipple, kiss – nipple, nipple, kiss.

Molly was breathing heavily now as Jess focused in on her nipples for a while before moving lower. She kissed her way down her friend’s body, still on all fours until her head was level with Molly’s hips. Jess then laid down on the bed, her feet hanging off the edge. Molly brought her knees up, bringing her feet nearer to her body, tilting her pelvis to allow Jess better access.

Leia and Claire were in rapt attention in the doorway. Each began to play with the other’s clit as quietly as possible, unable to stop watching these two young girls as they pleasured each other.

“Oh fuck, Jessica, that’s nice,” whispered Molly as her friend’s head started bobbing up and down, dragging her tongue over her pussy. “That’s it… you naughty girl. Lick my little kittycunt, that’s it.”

Jess smiled at the new word, but she liked it. It was cute and nasty at the same time.

She focused again on what her tongue had been doing on Molly’s tiny clit, trying to write the alphabet with it.

“Mmmm, you’re doing the ABC’s, aren’t you? Just like I taught you last time.”

Claire and Leia glanced at each other, both picking up that their daughters had done this before.

After a few minutes, Molly arched her back and sighed quietly. From the corner of her eye she spotted movement, then glanced over to the doorway where she could see both her adult lovers staring at them.

She had a wicked idea.

“So you like that I play with my mummy like this, do you?” she said smiling down at Jessica, who nodded without stopping her licking.

“She does it so good, too – it’s really hot having my sexy mummy licking my pussy, you know? So naughty, but so good.”

Jess looked up at her, silently pleading to hear more as her pace quickened.

“…and her cunt tastes so nice, too. Her boobs are amazing, so comforting and so sexy at the same time.”

Jess moaned quietly between Molly’s thighs. Leia and Claire watched in awe as the girl’s hand moved down to her own baby-smooth pussy and Jessica began to play with herself. Her right foot was being raised and lowered in an involuntary reaction to everything that was happening.

“I bet you’d like to watch, wouldn’t you Jessica?” teased Molly. “I bet you’d love to play with your little kittycunt while you watched my mum spread her legs for me. You’d fucking love it, wouldn’t you?”

Jess enthusiastically nodded again as she licked, and her own fingers moved faster. She was coaxing an orgasm from herself and Molly at the same time.

“I bet you’d like to join in, wouldn’t you?” asked Molly, doing her best to approximate her mum’s seductive tones. “I bet you’d like to kiss her… and suck on her big boobs… and eat her outFUCKyes!” she whispered as Jess used her free hand to sneak a finger into Molly’s cunt.

“Imagine that. Imagine my mummy’s pretty face looking up from between your legs, just like I did before. Mmmm, do you like that idea? Oh you do, you naughty girl. That’s it, keep licking just like that.

“Imagine us and my mum all together. You’d be lying on your back, and Mummy is spreading you open with her fingers and kissing your pretty little kittycunt while I’m kneeling above you. I could reach down and play with your nipples while Mummy licks you. Can you imagine that? Eating my pussy while she’s eating yours?”

Jessica’s hand was a blur now and she was breathing heavily as she tried to lick as long and as fast as possible. Her right foot was raised straight up off the bed now, as her body started to stiffen in anticipation of her climax.

Molly reached down and grabbed her friend’s head in both hands, gently guiding her where she wanted her tongue,  trailing her fingers through Jessica’s hair.

“That’s it, you nasty fucking bitch,” hissed Molly, getting close. “Can you imagine that, you dirty girl? Yeah? Imagine if your mum is there as well. Imagine that she’s eating your pussy while my mum eats mine. Can you imagine that? You like that? You like that, bitch? You like the idea of your mummy going down on you? I bet you fucking do.”

Jess was frantically licking and playing with herself, but she hoped Molly could still see her enthusiastically nodding Yes, yes! to all these questions.

“I bet you’ve wanted to for a while, haven’t you Jess? I bet you’ve imagined it, eating your mummy’s cunt.”

That was it. Jess started bucking on the bed, her whole body convulsing and her face pressed hard into Molly’s sex. Her friend started to do the same as orgasms struck them both, and they moved frantically together as the riptide came crashing down, then slowly faded away.

They were panting hard, caring little of the noise they made as Jess crawled her way back up the bed and into her little lover’s arms. Molly pulled Jess down and kissed her strongly, thanking her for such an incredible gift.

“Mmmm, hey Jess.”

“Hey, Molls – wow.”

Molly smirked. “Imagine…” was all she said before looking over to the doorway.

As Jess glanced around she could see Leia, down on her knees in front of her mum. With her right hand, Claire was grasping at her left nipple, causing her nightdress to rise up, giving both Leia — and now the girls — a clear view of her naked body from the breasts down.

With her free hand, Claire covered her mouth, desperately trying to keep herself from making any noise in a sort of painful pleasure.

Jessica was completely motionless for a few seconds as she watched her mother in a way she’d only fantasised about. Then she grinned. Her eyes met and held her mother’s… and in that electric moment where mother and daughter connected, Claire’s orgasm overtook her completely.

Continue on to Chapter Six!

 

Juicy Secrets Returns!

  • Posted on October 23, 2018 at 9:49 pm

by JetBoy

What a roller coaster ride of heartbreak, anger, frustration and nerves it’s been for us, beloved readers… but at last we emerge, battered but unbowed, to welcome you to our new home. Hopefully, unlike our previous residence, this one is built to last.

So what happened? As you may recall, we were suddenly booted from our original host, Kinky Blogging, when their own provider threatened them over any and all sites like ours. We cast about looking for a new host (getting into some lively debates over who to choose), finally settling on some Ukranian company called Netengi. We paid the fee, got signed up and were up and running once more.

Two months later, the site was taken down — this time, minus an explanation. Amanda sent them a WTF?! letter and was informed that they did not accept erotic content, even though their own goddamn rules say no such thing. Their response was to draw up a new set of rules. Thanks for nothing, guys.

At that point, we were torn between A) fighting even harder to get Juicy Secrets established once more, and B) simply giving up. Can’t speak for my partners, but your Boy Reporter found himself swinging from one extreme to the other, depending on his mood.

In the end, we elected to roll the dice yet again with a third host — who shall remain unnamed, but to whom we are most grateful, at least thus far. This time, we were completely open with our potential landlords about the site, letting them know what we did and how we liked to do it. They assured us that since our content is completely legal, they would be pleased to host us. Hence, Juicy Secrets Mark III.

There’s one regrettable change we elected to make, in the interest of our future survival: we have removed all the Anonymous posts, the ones that mostly feature images (legal, but lewd) of underage girls. Apologies, but our hypothesis is that these visuals have a lot more to do with getting us shut down than our fiction — and honestly, the fiction is the real reason for the existence of Juicy Secrets. The Anonymous posts were really more for amusement than anything, and they’re not crucial enough to risk losing the site over.

Now for some well-earned words of thanks. First and foremost, a colossal debt of gratitude is owed to our current site administrator Amanda Lynn. I’m not just blowing smoke when I say that Juicy Secrets would be as dead as a dinosaur’s dick without her valiant efforts to get the lights back on. She’s the reason that you’re reading this right now. Enough said.

Thanks as well to author No One, for being a true friend to the site when we needed one.

Finally, to our readers, many thanks for not giving up on Juicy Secrets. We plan to get right back to what we do best — namely, sharing our special kind of lesbian erotica with you on a regular basis. Now grab yourself a fistful of Kleenex, put a towel down where you’re sitting and go read a story!

Devotedly yours, Danny (JetBoy)