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Unaccompanied Minor, Book One, Chapter 3

  • Posted on June 8, 2019 at 2:32 pm

By: Amanda Lynn

The Edmonton Aquatic Centre was a large, impressive building made of glass and steel. It was one of several buildings that made up the recreational facilities of the University of Alberta campus. Trish stared up at the angular lines, and the transparent glass walls of the main entranceway, impressed by its size.

The two girls made their way inside to the reception desk, paid the entry fee and headed off to the changing rooms. The humidity smacked Trish in the face as she followed Monica into the noisy room. There was row after row of lockers with wooden benches between them. The sounds of closing metal locker doors and the voices of young girls and women filled the air. Monica moved deeper into the room until she found an empty locker they could use.

Trish discreetly glanced from side to side as they walked, secretly hoping to catch a glimpse of exposed flesh. She had spotted a couple of girls, younger than she was, maybe seven or eight, standing by their lockers and chatting. Both were naked and just stepping into their panties. The closest girl had her back to Trish while the other girl, who was a little farther away faced her. Trish’s eyes quickly traveled to the cute round butt of the first girl then promptly to the bald pussy of the second. Memories of the pictures from the garage came flooding back, and not for the first time since they had left the garage, Trish wondered what it would be like to have a girl kiss her pussy or maybe even lick her there.

“You’re still thinking of those pictures, aren’t you?” Monica asked.

“Huh? Oh! Yeah.” Trish giggled, caught in her daydream.

Monica took Trish’s swimsuit from the gym bag and handing it to her. Then she leaned in close and whispered. “You didn’t like the pictures of the boy, did you?”

Trish didn’t recognize the expression on Monica’s face. Her step-sister was biting her lower lip and watching her as if she was hoping for her to say no. Trish had sort of forgotten about those pictures but thinking about it now she realized something. Seeing the boy’s cock in the girls’ mouth and pussy didn’t interest her very much. It was the photos of just the two girls kissing and touching that excited her. What did that mean?

She gazed into Monica’s eyes. “No. I don’t think I did.” Then she saw her smile widen.

“Good. Neither did I,” Monica said happily and stripped off her clothes.

The girls had their suits on and the street clothes secured inside the locker. Monica gave the combination lock one last spin before they headed through the showers to the pool.

“Hey! Monica!” A voice called from behind them.

Trish and Monica turned and saw a blonde girl waving at them with a bright smile on her face. Trish ran her eyes over the length of the girl’s body. She stood about the same height as Monica, only about 10 centimeters taller than her. Like her and Monica, the new girl was wearing a one-piece swimsuit, that showed off her toned arms and legs, probably on a sports team with Monica. Trish figured she must be close to Monica’s age as she too had small but noticeable breasts pressing against the fabric of her suit, her nipples quite evident.

“Gabby! Hey. I figured you would be away for spring break,” Monica said.

Gabby stopped just short of Monica. So close in fact that Trish though they would collide for sure. Then she did something odd. Gabby leaned in, bringing her face even closer to Monica, but then changed her mind. She straightened and took a small step back, glancing quickly at Trish then back to Monica.

“Hi,” Gabby said, in a subdued tone. She wasn’t sure, but Trish thought she saw Gabby’s face pinken just a bit. “No. Not this year. Dad couldn’t get the time off, and my grandparents are visiting for the week anyway,” Gabby continued.

“That blows. The not getting the time off part,” Monica said and put her arm around Trish. “You remember my step-sister, Trish, right?”

Gabby turned to face Trish and smiled. “Hi. I didn’t recognize you at first. It’s been a long time.”

Trish nodded. “Yeah. Last Canada Day.”

The three of them had gone down to Victoria Park to spend the day. They enjoyed all the activities, music, and the fabulous fireworks show after dark. Even though they had spent all those hours together, Trish had not caught the girl’s name. But now, after studying her face for several moments, she recognized her. Gabby had grown a bit taller, lost her baby fat, and of course, there were the boobs that Trish couldn’t help but steal glances at.

“Right!” Gabby laughed. “If I remember right, you had too much cotton candy…”

“…and puked in the back of the bus.” Monica laughed as she finished for her.

“Shut up!” Trish groaned, feeling her face flush. She couldn’t help but grin at the memory, and they all laughed for a moment before heading to the pool.

The water was a comfortable 30 degrees Celsius. Young children with their mothers occupied the shallow end of the pool, so the girls stayed a bit closer to the deeper water. They swam the width of the pool several times and jumped off the side making large splashes.

“It’s been a while since I’ve gone swimming,” Trish said, as they gathered at the edge of the pool.

“We try to come here at least once a week,” Monica said, motioning between her and Gabby.

“Speaking of coming…” Gabby said, and leaned over and whispered something in Monica’s ear.

Trish frowned. Not liking that they didn’t include her in the conversation. She watched as Monica pulled back and looked at Gabby wide-eyed and then grinned. She then glanced over at the lifeguard and then to Trish. Monica whispered something to Gabby, and the blonde swam away, along the edge of the pool.

“Feel like having some naughty fun?” Monica asked Trish in a low voice.

Trish studied her brown eyes and raised her own eyebrow. “What kind of naughty fun?”

Monica glanced over to where Gabby had stopped a few meters away, nodding at them with a bright smile. “Come on,” Monica said, and casually swam toward Gabby.

Curiosity grabbed hold of Trish and she followed her step-sister. When they reached the spot where Gabby had stopped, Trish saw that the pretty blonde girl was facing the side of the pool, her body pushed up against the blue cement. Gabby’s lips were slightly parted, and her eyelids were fluttering.

“Damn, that feels good,” Gabby moaned softly.

Trish’s eyes opened wide in sudden realization of what was happening. “Oh my god,” she whispered. She knew exactly what was going on. It wasn’t that long ago she had done the same thing, except she stopped before the good part. Just to make sure she was correct, Trish held onto the side of the pool and pushed herself under the surface. Looking to where Gabby had purchase on the wall, she could see the bubbles for the water jet, and it was hitting Gabby on her exposed pussy.

Gabby’s hand was holding the material of her swimsuit to one side, allowing the jet to hit her clit directly. Trish was enjoying the scene immensely, and she could feel that tingle in her core. She would have stayed where she was and continue to watch, but her lungs had a different craving. Trish broke the surface and took a deep breath just in time to see Gabby’s eyes roll and her body shake. The blonde had put a hand over her mouth to muffle the cry that escaped. She moved away from the jet, and after a couple of seconds, she smiled at Trish and Monica. “That was awesome. Who’s next?”

Monica looked at Trish and cocked her head. Trish wanted to. She really did, but she wasn’t sure she had the courage to yet. She glanced over to lifeguard station then back to Monica. “You go next,” she said, to her step-sister.

“Okay.” Monica giggled and moved to the spot that Gabby had vacated. Trish watched with fascination when Monica twitched and let go a soft moan.

“Oh fuck.” She whispered, and it shocked Trish to hear Monica say it. Sure, she heard the word at school, but she never said it nor did she ever hear it at either of her parents’ homes. Monica was starting to move, undulating her hips in the water. Her breathing quickened, and she had her eyes squeezed shut. Within moments she stiffened and let out a squeal before falling back into the water. She surfaced a few seconds later, wiped the water from her eyes and swam the short distance back to the side.

“Did you come?” Trish asked excitedly and a bit louder than she should have.

“Shhh!” The other two admonished.

“Sorry. But did you?” she whispered.

Monica nodded. “Un-huh. And it was a good one.”

They all giggled, and Monica put her hand on Trish’s back, pushing her toward the waiting jet. “Go on. It’s your turn.”

Trish hesitated, glancing back and forth between Monica and Gabby. Both girls gave her encouraging smiles, and Gabby nodded toward the spot on the wall. “Go ahead,” she said. “You won’t regret it.”

Smiling back, Trish took a breath and moved to the spot. At first, she didn’t feel anything and wondered if the jets were off. Looking down she could see where the water was churning, several centimeters just to her right. She moved and felt the pressure of the water hit her hip.

She adjusted again and a sudden familiar flash of electricity shot from her clit, straight up her spine. Trish gasped. Loudly. Both Monica and Gabby shushed her, but she didn’t hear them. She held her position and closed her eyes. The water pounded her clit sending wave after wave of pleasure through her. She twitched and shook and moaned at the sensations that coursed through her body. She felt a hand on her waist and another on her mouth, and she opened her eyes for just a second. Monica was there beside her, holding her, covering her mouth.

“Trish. You need to be quiet.” Monica whispered.

Trish nodded as another bolt of pleasure shot through her, setting every nerve ending ablaze. She moaned into Monica’s hand. She realized that Monica wasn’t moving away and she found herself enjoying her touch. She would have to visit that tidbit later. Right now, the pressure in her belly had reached its pinnacle, and a moment later Trish tumbled over the edge. Time stopped, and her world faded away. Her body went limp, and Monica had to hold her head above water.

When Trish opened her eyes moments later, she was looking up into Monica’s soft brown eyes. “Wow,” she said and giggled. “Why didn’t I do this before?”

“Ahem.”

The girls turned at the sound. Trish felt a wave of panic until her eyes fell on the young woman standing at the side of the pool. Trish sucked a breath and found herself moving to the edge of the pool, never taking her eyes from the lifeguard. The young woman stood still, hands on her hips and staring down at the three girls in the pool, an expression that none of the girls could read. Trish studied the woman, finding herself strangely attracted by her exotic look.

She was dark skinned, and her eyes were large and black. Her hair was just as black, and she kept it buzzed. Her breasts weren’t large, but they weren’t small either. She had a narrow waist with hips only slightly wider. Her one-piece swimsuit was snug and emphasized the strength and beauty of the fit body underneath, flat belly, and defined abs evident. Trish sighed, not understanding what her body was telling her right now.

The woman squatted and motioned the girls closer. Once they were all shoulder to shoulder in front of the lifeguard she spoke.

“Ladies, I know what you were doing,” she said, a matter of factly. There was no anger in her tone.

Trish filled with panic again, and she was sure the other two were also. She wanted to dive under the surface and never come up. Monica was about to say something, but the woman held up her hand.

“It’s okay,” she said, in a hushed voice. “If it were up to me I would let you hang there and get off on the jet until closing time. Hell, I might even join you.”

The three of them stared dumbfounded. Trish shook her head. Did she hear that right? She gazed up at the woman and their eyes locked for a moment. The corner of the dark-skinned woman’s mouth twitched upward.

“I liked the water jets too when I was your age. Still do, just not in public pools,” She continued. “Anyway, you need to stop. There are small kids and their mothers here, and I think the moms may have clued in on what you were doing,” she said, not taking her eyes from Trish.

Trish nodded. “Okay,” she croaked then cleared her throat. “What’s your name?”

The woman tilted her head and smiled. “Keesha,” she replied.

“You’re very pretty… I mean your name is very pretty.” Trish felt the heat rise in her face and heard Monica snort beside her.

Keesha’s smile widened and chuckled softly. “Thank you. You’re kinda cute yourself. What I can see of you that is… ah?”

“Trish. Her name is Trish,” Monica provided. “I think she’s in love.”

Keesha laughed and stood. “Okay, girls. Enjoy the rest of your swim and stay away from the jets,” she said, giving Trish a wink before heading back to her post.

Trish felt mortified, and her faced burned. She gave Monica a dirty look along with a playful slap on the arm. “I am not in love.”

Both Gabby and Monica laughed. “I don’t know,” Gabby said. “I think you were about to drool.”

With the allotted casual swim time over, the girls made their way back to the lockers. Stripping off their swimsuits and grabbing their towels they went back to the large communal shower room to wash off the chlorine from the pool. Trish stood naked under the spray of warm water, enjoying the sensation. She found herself thinking about Keesha and then the photos waiting back in Monica’s room. What would she look like naked? Trish wondered, trying to imagine Keesha without her swimsuit.

She glanced over at Monica who stood under the shower head beside her. Feeling embarrassed, as if somehow Monica had heard the naughty thought. She caught herself then, looking at Monica’s breasts and down to her pussy. Trish snapped her head forward just in time to see a naked Gabby, her back to Trish, turning on the shower directly opposite her. Trish let her eyes travel down the girl’s back to her smooth round ass.

Trish swallowed. It was a nice ass. She studied it a little longer as streams of water flowed over the flawless skin. Her gaze not moving, Gabby began to turn and Trish, unknowingly, licked her lips. She took in the small curly patch of blonde hair just above the girl’s puffy labia. She stared at it for a beat before letting her eyes travel up the girl’s body, only stopping at her breasts. A bit bigger than Monica’s and capped with pink nipples. Trish moved her eyes upward again until she caught the sparkling blue of Gabby’s eyes. Her broad smile touching them. Trish froze, and once again she felt the heat rise on her skin when Gabby winked. Trish quickly turned to face the wall and was thankful that Gabby didn’t say anything.

Sex with girls. She knew it. Deep inside she knew it. Her pussy knew it too, and it was telling her so, right now. Trish wanted, maybe even needed to have sex with a girl. She gave a quick glance to her right at Monica. She offered, right? This morning in her room?

***

It was nearly 10 P.M. by the time Trish, Monica, and their parents returned home. They had gone to the evening showing of a new film and then stopped for ice cream on their way home. Monica had Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough and Trish, Cookies and Cream.

“You girls have a good time tonight?” Jason asked as they entered the house.

“We did, Daddy,” Trish said with a giggle.

“Yeah. The movie was good, and so was the ice cream,” Monica added.

“Glad to hear it.”

“I think you two should go wash up and get into your night clothes,” Gwen suggested. “With all the sugar you ate this evening you probably won’t want to sleep. So, you can stay up for another hour or so if you promise to keep the noise to a minimum.”

The girls nodded their agreement, and each kissed Gwen and Jason goodnight. Upstairs they took care of their bathroom needs and slipped into nightshirts.

“Where did you hide the pictures?” Trish asked excitedly from her spot on the edge of her bed.

Monica grinned. “Someone’s in a hurry,” she said, retrieving the envelope from its hiding spot. “I bet you’re wet already, aren’t you?”

Trish didn’t respond and just stared at the envelope, Monica’s eyes went wide. “Oh my god, you are!” Trish didn’t have to check, she could feel the stickiness between her legs. As a matter of fact, she had been this way for a while. It was during the drive home that thoughts of the photos came forward in her mind, the two young girls licking each other. She wanted to try that, try it with Monica. Her arousal had flowed freely, and she tingled with excitement.

She nodded and looked up at Monica, sure that her step-sister could see the pink in her cheeks. With a small smile, she sighed. “Monica, can I ask you something?”

Monica moved to the bed and sat beside her. “Yeah. Sure,” she said, pulling the photos from the envelope.

Trish looked down at the first picture in the stack, the young blonde and brunette lying head to toe, eagerly licking the other’s pussy. “Have you… you know.” She paused for a second, then tapped the photo with a shaky finger. “Done anything like that?”

Monica chuckled. “Yeah. Lots of times.”

Trish looked over at Monica and saw a sparkle in her eyes. She wasn’t really surprised by that response, and she felt herself smiling at it. “With who?” She asked quietly.

“Gabby.” Monica didn’t move her eyes from Trish’s, her smile never faltering.

“Oh,” she replied, a hint of disappointment in her tone. Was that jealousy she was feeling? She looked down at the next picture. The blonde was on her hands and knees. The brunette was behind her, her tongue teasing the blonde’s anus. “Is Gabby your girlfriend?”

“No,” Monica said and leaned forward to catch her eye. “We’re just friends. Friends who like to have sex sometimes.”

Trish lifted her head and gave Monica a half smile. “Sorry, I don’t know why that bothered me,” she said. “I want to try this with you.”

Monica glanced back down at the picture. “You want to lick my butt hole?” She laughed.

“What! No!” Trish’s eyes shot back to the photo. “Gross! No, I want to try the other stuff. With you,” Trish said, with a laugh.

“Well, butt-hole licking is sex too, ya know. But I know what you’re getting at,” Monica said, putting the photos aside. “I would love to have sex with you if you’re really sure that’s what you want.”

Trish nodded enthusiastically and suddenly felt all tingly. Partly because Monica’s hand was now under her nightshirt and resting on her thigh. She watched intently when Monica moved closer to her, leaning in, her lips parting slightly and her eyes closing. Trish froze when her step-sister’s lips touched hers. She panicked, she didn’t know what to do. Monica must have sensed it as she pulled back and cocked her head, looking at her questioningly.

“Never kissed before?”

Trish shook her head. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be. Just do what I do, okay?”

“Okay.”

Monica leaned in again, pressed her lips against Trish’s mouth. Trish parted her lips and moved them with Monica’s. She felt the older girl put a hand on the back of her neck and pull her in, deepening the kiss. Trish gasped when she felt Monica’s tongue push into her mouth.

Tentatively Trish probed Monica’s mouth with her tongue. Then before she knew it, their tongues were twirling together. Her breathing was becoming ragged, and her mouth moved eagerly over her step-sister’s. Her body was thrumming, and her hands ran quickly over Monica’s back.

Monica soon broke the kiss. She was panting and giggling. “Wow,” she said. “You learn quickly.”

Trish smiled and let Monica push her back onto the bed. Monica lay partly on her, a leg moved between hers, and Monica’s hand roamed her flat chest. Trish moaned softly as their mouths met again and Monica began to kiss her harder, and then pushed her thigh against Trish’s pussy. Trish was on fire, and she clawed at Monica’s back, pulling her nightshirt up and caressed the soft skin underneath. Monica rolled her hips forward, rubbing herself against Trish and sending flashes of pleasure through her younger step-sister. Trish whimpered. She couldn’t believe this was happening, what she was feeling. She broke the kiss but tightened her embrace. She needed to breathe, and she didn’t want Monica to stop moving against her.

“Monica. It’s happening! Don’t stop! Please!” She was practically begging.

Monica grunted into her neck, increasing the tempo. Trish twitched as the pressure built in her core. Waves of pleasure flashed through her body as she raised her hips to meet Monica’s thrusts. She clawed at Monica’s back and stiffened as the pressure released, and an intense orgasm rocketed through her. She wanted to scream but only gave a muffled cry into Monica’s shoulder. She kept her tight grip on the older girl as Monica continued to thrust against her a little longer until her own orgasm took her.

They lay still for several minutes, waiting until their breathing slowed and the last of the aftershocks faded. Trish was amazed at how wonderful that felt. Of the five orgasms she had had in her life, all of which happened today, this last one was by far the best. Trish opened her eyes when she felt Monica move her body off her and snuggle with her.
“How did that feel?” Monica asked softly.

“That was awesome,” Trish said, with a giggle. “I hope we can do it again soon.”

Trish looked over at Monica, who had propped her head up on her hand and was smiling down at her. “We’re not done yet,” Monica said, with a chuckle. “That was just a warm-up.”

Trish felt her pussy twitch, and she squeezed her thighs together. “Really? There’s more?” She asked as an excited smile crossed her face.

“For sure,” she replied giving Trish a slow kiss. Trish moaned in protest when Monica pulled away and stood. Turning on the lamp beside the bed she made her way to the door, locked it, then turned off the overhead light.

Trish watched as Monica turned to face her and slowly pulled her nightshirt over her head and drop it to the floor. Turning her back to Trish, she bent at the waist and ever so slowly, pushed her panties down to her ankles and kick them off. Trish smiled at the sight of Monica’s ass. When Monica stood and turned, Trish saw the naughty grin on her face. She held her twinkling eyes with her own as Monica slinked back to the bed. She took Trish’s hands and pulled her into a seated position and leaned in, giving her a slow kiss and traced her lips with her tongue.

She let Monica pull off her nightshirt then guided her back down onto the bed. Monica again kissed her lips. Then kissed her chin, her neck, and down her clavicle. Trish gasped when she kissed her nipples. First one then the other. Monica circled them with her tongue and flicked at the stiff peaks.

Trish twitched and giggled a bit when the trail of hot kisses reached her bellybutton. Monica’s tongue played there too, driving Trish wild. As Monica continued her journey southward, it was Trish’s turn to prop herself up on her elbows. She watched with wide-eyed wonder as the girl kissed her way down to the band of her panties.

Monica looked up then and grinned wickedly at Trish. With practiced hands she thumbed the panties and slowly pulled them off her hips and down her legs, dropping them on to the floor. “Are you ready to have your mind blown?” Monica asked hotly.

Trish could only nod. She trembled with excitement. Her clit throbbed. Images of the two girls licking each other in the photos flashed through her mind. Only a few days ago she knew nothing of sex, let alone sex with another girl. Now here she was, doing just that.

Trish moaned, and she felt her arousal trickling down her ass. She took a breath and held it when Monica crawled up the bed and placed a soft kiss on her inner thigh. Then another, this time on the opposite side. She kissed her hip and ran her tongue over her skin to her mons, stopping just shy of her clit.

“Monica,” she moaned.

“Yes,” Monica replied sweetly.

“Please. I can’t take it,” Trish whined.

Monica giggled, and Trish twitched when a tongue traced the outer edge of her labia, down one side then back up the other. Trish sucked a sharp breath as Monica’s tongue pushed into her wet folds. Monica explored that one spot for an agonizingly long time, or so it seemed. Trish thrust her pelvis skyward, craving more of her step-sister’s tongue.

Moving her head slightly, Monica flicked the girl’s clit, and Trish jerked as a powerful jolt shot from her sensitive bud. Kissing and sucking and licking, Monica continued to torment the young girl. She swirled her tongue from clit to entrance, dipping inside for a moment, then moving back to her clit.

Trish was panting now, and her chest heaved. She clawed at the bed sheets, gripping them tight in her fists as her nerves caught fire. Pleasures she had never experienced before swept through her body, threatening to tear her apart. Soon, it became all too much, and she cried out as an intense wave of euphoria washed over her. Her back arched and her head flung back. Monica stopped moving but kept her mouth on Trish’s soaked pussy, kissing softly until she brought her back down.

Trish finally relaxed, collapsing back on the bed. Her mind was reeling from the intense pleasure she had just experienced. How was it that Monica could make her feel so good with her mouth and tongue? And now she had to amend her previous thought, this orgasm had been the best by far. A soft kiss on the lips caused her to open her eyes, and she saw Monica smiling at her. She hadn’t noticed the older girl move from between her legs. What she did notice though was a strange taste on Monica’s lips that wasn’t there before.

“Kiss me again,” Trish said.

Monica smiled and kissed her. Their mouth moved together slowly, and Trish focused on the taste, it wasn’t as strong now, but it was still there. When the kiss ended, Trish was still analyzing the flavor.

“What are you thinking about?” Monica asked.

“Hmm? Oh, that taste on your lips. It’s different.”

Monica giggled. “That was your pussy you were tasting.”

“Oh my god! Really?” Trish asked. Realizing now that Monica had just spent the last several minutes licking and sucking and kissing her pussy. Of course, her juices would be all over Monica’s mouth. “Is that what you taste like?”

Trish watched with fascination when Monica pushed two fingers into her own pussy then brought them to her mouth. She could see the glistening goo on their tips and gasped softly as Monica slipped them into her mouth, sucking them clean.

“Umm, yummy,” Monica said. “Not the same as yours, but close.”

Trish swallowed. “Can… can I try licking you?”

“I would like that,” Monica answered. She rolled on to her back and spread her legs. “But only if you want to.”

Yes, she wanted to. Damn, she had been thinking about this most of the day. That didn’t help with the nervousness she was feeling though. Trish rolled onto her side and cupped Monica’s breast, squeezing, and kneading the soft flesh. She glanced up at Monica and saw that the girl had closed her eyes, her lips parted. Turning her attention back to the small breast that she held, she studied the pebbled areola and the stiff pink tip.

Trish put her mouth on her step-sister’s nipple and kissed softly, once, twice, then a third time. She parted her lips and let her tongue poke out, feeling the warm texture of Monica’s skin. She flicked her tongue, and the girl responded instantly. Monica sucked a short breath and released a soft moan.

“That feels nice, Trish. Don’t stop.”

Trish’s courage and curiosity grew. She was literally exploring new territory, and without reservation she opened her mouth and sucked on the nipple, letting the flat of her tongue tease the surface.

Trish continued to suckle, enjoying these new sensations, wondering why she had never done this before. She wondered if her best friend back home had ever done anything like this. If she might be interested in doing it with her. Trish would have to think about that. Later.

“The other one is feeling lonely,” Monica said, playfully.

Trish peeked up again. Monica’s eyes remained closed, and she was breathing quicker now, her skin flushed red from her arousal. Trish smiled and moved to engulf the other nipple with an eager mouth. She let her hand wander down the girl’s belly, feeling the warm dampness of her skin, and subtle twitching of the muscles underneath.

Her fingers explored the sparse patch of hair for a moment, before journeying farther. Her hand trembled slightly with nervous anticipation. She’d never touched a girl there before, and she only touched herself there to wash. Nothing sexual about that. And the quick feel of Monica’s pussy the night before didn’t really count either. Not really.

Monica’s hips jerked as Trish’s fingers brushed over her swollen clit. She stopped for just a breath, waiting for Monica to say something. When no cry or command to stop came, she continued her exploration. She pushed a finger through the wet heat of Monica’s labia and easily slipped into her entrance. Monica bucked which only forced Trish’s finger deeper. Monica then whimpered a mournful “No,” as Trish quickly withdrew. The unintentional penetration and unexpected reaction of Monica had startled Trish.

Satisfied that things were okay, Trish pushed her finger back in, feeling the smooth wetness of Monica’s vagina. Pumping her finger slowly she gave one last suck on the nipple in her mouth. What she felt beneath her hand fascinated her, and she had to see it. Had to lick it. Had to taste it. She moved quickly down the bed and positioned herself, so her face was only centimeters from Monica’s sex.

Feeling the sticky wetness of her step-sister’s vagina on her finger, Trish absently put it in her mouth and sucked it clean. The tangy sweetness of Monica’s juices grabbed her attention, and she stared at the finger she had just sucked on. Surprised with herself, and the pleasant taste, Trish leaned in and softly kissed Monica’s pussy.

“Yes.” The older girl hissed above her.

She kissed again, then tentatively probed the slickness with her tongue. Swiping upward through wet folds, Trish lapped at Monica’s juices. Entirely by accident, she flicked the older girl’s engorged clit.

“That’s it, Trish. Right there,” Monica gasped. Trish felt Monica’s hand tangle in her hair, trying to guide her mouth to where she wanted it the most. “Yeah, there. Lick my clit.”

Doing as asked, she moved her tongue, chasing the hooded bud. Trish flicked and sucked at the sensitive flesh. Monica groaned, thrusting her pelvis upward. Trish, feeling her own clit throbbing, rolled her hips, pressing her needy sex into the bed. Trish moved her mouth downward again, savoring the texture, the taste, and even the aroma of Monica’s very wet pussy. Her step-sister’s juices coated her mouth and chin, and Trish loved every second of it. Feeling the opening beneath her tongue, she knew what she wanted to do.

She stiffened her tongue and pushed it into Monica’s vagina. Trish was amazed at just how wonderful this wicked act was. How it made her feel, how it made her own pussy throb. As she fucked Monica this way, she pressed her pussy harder into the bed. It only took moments before a powerful orgasm rocked both girls.

“Oh, fuck me!” Monica screamed into the pillow she held over her face.

Trish would have cried out as well, however with her tongue still inside Monica with a fresh flood of arousal oozing around it, she couldn’t make the sounds. She just held on. Her own body caught in the throes of ecstasy. White light blinded her, and a soothing wave of warmth spread from her core, radiating outward to every point of her being.

She wasn’t sure how long she had lain there, her tongue back in her mouth, the sweet taste of Monica’s juices still very present. She was content, very content. She still wasn’t sure why she wanted to have sex with a girl so much, but she was glad she did. Doing it for the first time with Monica had made it that much better.

Her cheek rested on Monica’s thigh, and she gazed at the older girl’s pussy, watching a small droplet of milky white goo slide from her entrance. In her thoughts, she replayed what she had just done, and how wonderful it was. She sighed just as a hand touched her head and stroked her hair.

“Hey, you okay down there?” Monica asked softly.

Turning her eyes, she smiled at the pretty face that smiled back at her. She moved up Monica’s body and captured her mouth with her own. She kissed her for only a moment before cuddling in beside her.

“I’m great, and that was amazing. I’m so glad you showed me how. Thanks,” Trish said, toying with one of Monica’s nipples.

Monica chuckled. “You’re welcome. But are you sure you’ve never done this before? Because what you did to me down there. Holy crap, Trish. It was amazing.”

Trish felt a wave of pride and satisfaction wash over her, and a broad smile crossed her face. “Thanks. But are you sure I did okay?”

“Okay? You were awesome. Hell, you’re almost as good as Gabby, and that’s saying something.”

It was Trish’s turn to chuckle. “Really? She’s that good?”

“Uh-huh.”

Trish lay quiet for a moment, picturing Gabby naked in the shower room at the pool earlier in the day. She was pretty and had a sexy body, and Trish wondered what it would be like to lick that puffy pussy with the blonde hair. To let Gabby lick her.

“Do you think I could find out?” Trish asked.

“Find out what?

“How good she is?”

Trish looked up as Monica rolled on her side to face her. Trish saw the narrow-eyed stare that Monica gave her.

“You want Gabby to go down on you?”

Trish blinked.

“Lick your pussy?” Monica clarified.

“Yeah. Do you think she would?” Trish was quite serious. She had loved what Monica had done to her, but if Gabby is as good as Monica says, then she had to try. She studied her step-sister’s face, eyes darting looking for some sort of indication. Then Monica’s smile grew to a grin.

“I’m pretty sure she would say yes if I asked her.”

Trish gave a happy squeak. “You’ll ask her then? Maybe we can have a sleepover or something before I go home on Saturday?” Trish asked excitedly as a little tingle of excitement shot from her core.

“I’ll ask,” Monica said, with a chuckle. Before she could say anything else, Trish was on her, their mouths fusing. The girls brought each other to one more quick orgasm before sliding under the sheets and drifting off into a blissful sleep in each other’s arms.

On to Chapter Four!

 

X-Rated

  • Posted on June 6, 2019 at 3:15 pm

By SarahJ

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in October 2011 }

It was Wednesday before noon, and where was I to be found? The plaza. I didn’t have a job, but not from lack of trying. It just seemed that a nice girl with no formal training in any particular field wasn’t suited to most positions.

By the way, my name is Sarah, and I’m what you would call a lipstick lesbian. Not in the makeup wearing sense; no, no, no. But in that I’m pretty much a girly girl that tries to maintain the way she looks. Not that I have anything against butch lesbians… I just wouldn’t want to be one myself.

So, a little about me. I’m twenty-one years old with an incomplete teaching degree. I dropped out when I lost my last job. I was caught fucking one of my female co-workers by the boss and he was… less than pleased, shall we say? What he was doing in the women’s toilets in the first place remains a mystery. Anyhow, I couldn’t afford to keep going with the course, and I was stupid enough not to know about HEX loans that would have allowed me to finish.

So I’m 5’7″, which where I come from is 1.8 meters, and I weigh around 60 kilograms, give or take a few in either direction. My natural hair colour is blood red, I swear. I put blonde through it recently, so I’m in the process of having it grow back naturally. I have dark green eyes and full lips. Ironically, for a natural redhead, my skin isn’t fair or pale looking. My mother is Romanian, and I guess I inherited the exotic skin tone from her side of the family. Perfect match to my hair, I think, though it annoys me when people refuse to believe I’m genuinely red-headed.

So, where was I. Oh yes; the plaza. I’ve been single for about a year now, and since I more or less recently just had a bad experience at the Beat (a club in Brisbane that has a massive queer crowd), I’ve been avoiding using the club scene to score for pussy. I have plenty of sex toys at home, anyway. I just was in the mood for something more than the usual sexual stimulation one gives to oneself.

Before I met my ex, I sometimes used to cruise the local cinema complexes for fuck friends. See, a lot of the girls where I live are either bisexual or gay, and I’ve been with all of them — at least, all the ones that are out. I’ve also been with a few straight girls who were curious. So I figured that, since the cinema had worked for me in the past, maybe it would help me find a friend that evening.

So there I was.

I’d already purchased a ticket for a random movie and was sitting all the way in the back row so I could have a clear view around the large room in order to pick out a girl in the right age bracket, one who was also alone.

I’m not overly particular about my sexual partners’ ages. I’ve been with girls as young as ten and women as old as forty-nine. To me the thing that decides if I should cross the line with the younger girls is their maturity. If they’re not all fairy dust and naivete, and they’re intelligent and compassionate beyond their years… then sure, I’m in.

It wasn’t until ten minutes into the movie that I finally spotted one. And with the lights off and the only illumination coming from the screen, I was lucky I saw her at all.

She was sitting in the back row as well, all the way over on the left side in the corner, and I think she was the only person there other than me that had no interest in the movie at all. Her eyes were glued to a girl a few rows down and closer to the centre who was watching the movie. This girl looked around sixteen and it was no wonder the younger one was staring. Her long light hair was knotted up at the back and her top was a shoestring that showed so much cleavage I swore she’d spill out of it soon.

The younger girl was staring at her, and I could see that one hand was up under her top, and the other one was hidden between her legs, but not under her skirt. She was leaning back and her shoulder length hair was a little mussed. She’d been working on what she was doing for quite some time already.

I licked my lips and, during a particularly attention-snatching part of the movie, jumped out of my seat and planted myself in one three seats over from the young girl in the corner.

She jumped when she saw me and both of her hands flew back into sight, covering her mouth. With where they’d just been, that was such a hot sight for me. I barely contained a moan. Her eyes were wide in horror; she knew I’d seen what she was doing.

“Who are you?” she whispered.

“Name’s Sarah,” I said back. “What’s yours?”

“Stephanie,” she said. “What do you want?”

“I saw what you were doing just then,” I said. Her face went bright red and she looked down at her lap in shame. I reached over and gently placed my hand on her skirt covered leg and said, “Don’t be ashamed of it, pretty thing. All girls touch themselves down there.”

“Most girls don’t look at other girls when they do it,” she fired back.

“I do,” I replied with a sly wink.

“You do?” The girl kept her voice quiet, but there was no mistaking that my words excited her. I nodded. “How old are you?” she asked after a moment silence.

“Twenty-one.”

“Really?” I nodded again. “I’m ten. Is it weird for me to do that?”

“I’ve been touching my pussy since I was younger than you.”

“Oh! My! God! No way!”

I leaned in to her ear and whispered, “Yes way.” She giggled at that, and I pulled back as someone a few rows down made a hissing sound meant to shut us up.

After a few minutes, and a confession that I was strongly attracted to younger girls, I found out a little more. She lived only a suburb away from me with her dad. Her mother had died a couple of years ago and little Steph had only just started to move on from that loss. She’d found out that she was attracted to girls very recently, usually older ones. She and her best friend had had sleepovers where they’d masturbated together, but never touched each other. In fact, Steph had never been touched by anyone by herself.

Well, that was about to change.

I sat in the seat next to hers, folded the armrest dividing our seats up so that it wasn’t in the way, then slid across the seat so that our bodies were touching. I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and drew her as close as I could and she looked up at me. I knew I was taking a lot of risks. Even if she was into girls, that didn’t mean she wouldn’t freak out if I crossed the line.

“Do you mind if I keep doing it?” she asked me sweetly.

I almost melted at the innocent look on her face. “Sure, sweetie,” I said, “but you have to pull your skirt up so I can see what you’re doing. I liked watching you from back there,” I said, tilting my head to where I’d been sitting before.

She nodded and pulled up the hem of her skirt so that I could now see plain pale pink panties with a red heart on the front. I smiled at the sight as she tucked the hem under her skirt’s waistband and placed her hand on the front of those cute panties.

It was such a hot sight that I swear I almost came right there and then, watching Steph as she rubbed herself through her knickers, thrusting her hips forward in the seat while leaning back against my arm. She used her other hand to flip up the armrest on the other side of where she sat, then placed it on her left thigh as her right hand continued to do its wicked work.

Without thinking about it, I started to rub her upper left arm softly and slowly with the hand I had resting on Steph’s shoulder, caressing her smooth skin.

I whispered small encouragements to her, telling her how sweet she looked rubbing herself. So what she did next totally took me by surprise, and it was anything but sweet. In fact, it was a downright fucking tease. She hooked both hands under the waistband of her panties and slid them all the way off, down to her feet, then held those sweet smelling undies under my nose for a few seconds before stuffing them in her purse at her feet.

I groaned audibly, and she giggled. God, I had to have this girl!

I stopped rubbing her arm and slipped my hand under Steph’s top, snaking it up past her belly to touch her chest. She’d pulled her bra down under her small tits, so there was nothing between her hard little nipples and my fingers as they glided over the hard nubs. She sighed when I took her left nipple and gave it a gentle squeeze.

Looking down between the girl’s legs, I saw that her hand was fully covering her sex, but not to hide it. No, she was rubbing herself with the palm of her hand as her fingers traced up and down the tiny slit. Again, I nearly flooded my knickers at the sight. No doubt about it, this girl was a treasure.

Steph made a cute moaning sound that drew my attention, and when I looked up I saw that she was watching me watch her. I could tell by the fire in her eyes that she wanted more, so I pinched her nipple a little harder as my other hand worked its way down my shirt, unbuttoning it as it went. I let it fall open, revealing my red lace bra, and slid the straps off my shoulders.

Steph’s eyes were wide as she waited for what came next, her fingers no longer moving on her pussy, but her palm pressing harder against it. My hand returned to my leg to rest as I continued to tease her little nipple.

She growled playfully at me, but I just smiled. “What’s wrong?” I slyly asked her.

“Take it off!” she hissed. I shook my head and pinched her nipple again, my subtle way of telling her that I couldn’t see hers either. “You can see my kitty,” she pointed out, moving the hand away to make her point, “I want to see some of you now!”

Jesus, she was sweet and slutty! Whispering in my ear the way she was didn’t make things easier for me, either. Already turned on something fierce. I wanted to strip this girl off completely and fuck her, right there in the cinema! Instead, I tugged down on the cups of my bra and let it fall away from my tits.

She licked her lips and squeezed in closer, her face only bare inches from my exposed breasts. I bit my lip, hoping she would do what I—

Oh god, she did! Her lips found my already rock hard nipple and sucked it into her mouth. I could feel my pussy leaking heavily, and thanked God I’d thought to bring a pad with me to absorb the wetness before it created a damp patch on my jeans. Under other circumstances, I wouldn’t have cared. Clothes get washed anyway. But in a public plaza, I hardly wanted to be seen walking around, looking like I’d pissed myself.

With an arm wrapped around Steph to reach her tit, I pulled her closer to me, seeking as much contact as possible. Meanwhile, she licked and sucked on my nipple, playing with my other breast with the wet hand that had just been touching her pussy.

Seeing now exposed cunt as an invitation, I gave her nipple one last pinch to elicit a quiet squeal from her, which she tried to stifle by biting down on my tit. I grunted in pain. She had some sharp teeth, this one.

My nipple popped out of her mouth and she looked up at me. “Sorry,” she said sweetly, before taking the nipple back between her lips, lavishing it with attention from her eager tongue.

My hand travelled down, brushing her smooth tummy, my fingertips playing briefly with her belly button, then I rested it on her smooth thigh. My hand was so close to her pussy that I could feel the heat radiating from it, as well as the wetness that had leaked down her smooth thighs. I moaned quietly into her ear as she nibbled gently on the tip of my breast.

She tried to shift slightly, so that my hand would touch her cunt. My pinkie finger brushed lightly against Steph’s slit, coating itself with her juices before I drew away again, putting my hand back on her thigh. I continued to tease her as much as I could, always adjusting my hand to keep it away from her pussy with every attempt she made to force the contact.

Honestly, I was teasing myself more than her. I wanted to touch her so badly, fuck her every way imaginable. I just wanted to see how much control I could summon up.

Not that much, actually. My hand found its way to her pussy and rested palm-down on the mound. My middle finger traced up and down her slit, parting the lips only a little. Steph released my nipple from her mouth and started to lick circles around it. I resisted the urge to moan her name. No one could know what we were doing. I would get in a world of trouble. I was being totally perverted, and loving every second of it.

My finger continued to trace her pussy, and her hips started a slow thrusting against my hand, making it clear that Steph wanted more than I was giving her. I wanted more, too. I just wanted to give it to her piece by piece instead of all at once.

To hell with it!

Pressing my finger more insistently against her swollen lips, I felt them part further to allow entrance. I slid my fingertip along her labia, all the way up to the hard little clit at its apex, then back down to the hole again, this time circling it. Steph’s humping was getting more desperate, more noticeable, and I pressed on her tummy with my other hand to settle her before the movements drew the attention of someone else.

I pushed a second finger past her outer labia to join the first, and slid my fingers up each side of her inner wetness to the tip, then back down to the bottom. I pressed harder against Steph’s belly, trying to get her to stop moving around so much. She got the hint and stilled herself, but I felt a sudden huffy exhalation against my nipple, telling me that Steph was getting very annoyed with my teasing.

I wanted to keep it up; well, part of me did. But the other part won out and I slipped my middle finger back down to my little lover’s entrance and pushed it into her cunt. She bit on my nipple again and squeezed the other, pressing her whole body against me as the feeling of being penetrated began to subside, her breathing hard and ragged. I noticed the complete lack of a hymen but, turned on as I was right then, I filed that away to ask about another time, assuming that she’d taken her own virginity in a haze of frantic nighttime fingering.

“Oh, Sarah,” I heard her whimper as I pushed my finger deeper and deeper until it could go no more.

“Shh-sh-sh-sh,” I said, tilting her chin up and planting a kiss on her lips. With my mouth pressed firmly against hers, I felt her tongue press suggestively against the crack between my lips and, knowing exactly what that meant, I let her in. Her tongue slipped into my mouth and started to dance with my tongue. I kissed her back, enjoying the sweet, sweet taste of a young girl’s mouth as my finger invaded Steph’s cunt.

God, was she tight. I only had one finger inside, I knew I wouldn’t be able to insert a second without it becoming uncomfortable for her, and I couldn’t have her making any noise that would give us away. So I was content to probe her pussy with just the one digit. She moaned into my mouth as I fingered her, slow and gentle, her hips rocking against my hand in time with my smooth, steady strokes, but this time in a less obvious way.

Her other hand was no longer playing with my breast… and before I’d started to wonder where she had put it, I felt her tugging at the buttons of my jeans. I slid forward in the seat to make it easier for Steph to do what she wanted. After a few seconds of nervous fumbling, she finally popped the last button, and tugged my jeans down in a seesaw fashion until they were gathered around my ankles. I made no effort to kick them off entirely as her hand dove into my panties. She hesitated and gave me a funny look when she felt the pad I was wearing, even though I wasn’t on my period.

I leaned in close to her and whispered my explanation. “It’s not what you think, honey,” I said. “It’s so I don’t leak through to my jeans and get a big wet spot on them when I’ll be walking around in public.”

The puzzled look on her face changed instantly to a grin. She removed the pad quickly, tossing it to the floor, and then cupped my pussy as gently as possible before taking her hand back out of my panties. Even in the dim light from the cinema screen, I could see the glistening juices that coated her hand. Without hesitating, she stuck those fingers in her mouth and sucked them before gripping the waistband of my panties and yanking them down.

Once they were at my ankles, I spread my thighs as far apart as I could with her pressed tightly against me. She went back to cupping my pussy, pressing into my mound as she teased my slit with gentle probing, much like I’d done to her.

I grabbed her wrist with my free hand, guiding her middle finger to the core of my slit, slipping it deep into my vagina with one thrust. Steph got the hint, thrusting her finger in as far as it would go. I slid my hand up her arm to the back of her head, pulled her in and claimed her mouth in a lust-filled kiss, moving my finger in and out of her all the while. With each push into her, I was brushing her clit with my thumb.

Steph fed a second finger into my pussy without having to be told and, feeling my thumb on her clit, decided to do that to me as well.

It was like I’d died and gone to heaven. Part of me honestly couldn’t believe how lucky I was. I’d practically assumed that my search for a sex partner was a waste of time, I would go back home frustrated and have to fuck an orgasm or two out of myself to relieve the sexual tension that had been building in me for weeks.

But no, I’d scored this gorgeous young thing, a cute girl of ten who was very much into being my lesbian squeeze. I was fingering her bare, juicy cunt in a movie theatre. And she was fingering me back, willingly, loving every second of what we were doing, loving every touch.

“Sarahhhhhh,” she moaned in my ear, sending another surge of erotic heat through me. “Faster! Oh, please, f-faster!”

I gave her what she wanted, my finger plunging in and out of her tight, hot pussy, my thumb mashing against her clit with every thrust. She was so wet I could hear the liquid sound of my finger penetrating her beyond the dull droning of the movie in the background.

I licked Steph’s neck and kissed her briefly on the mouth before she locked those sweet lips back around my nipple to suck like a baby, her fingers penetrating my dripping cunt over and over.

I dragged my thumbnail carefully over her swollen clit, then started to rub it with the pad of my thumb as I fucked  her, faster and harder.

She was getting close, I knew she was. But there was something I had to do before that. There was no way I was going to let Steph come until I’d tasted her.

Withdrawing my finger from her pussy with a wet popping sound, I gave her clit a teasing pinch before removing my hand altogether. She tried to grab my wrist intent on putting it back but I swatted her away, sticking that moist finger in my mouth to taste. The flavour of her made me think of maple syrup. I swear, she was that sweet.

I gently pried Steph away from me, ignoring her hisses of protest as I scooted back. She tried to follow, wanting to keep her fingers in my pussy, but I held her back with a gentle hand on the shoulder. Her fingers slipped out of me, followed by what felt like a river of juices. Jesus, I was so wet that these seats were going to be soaked. And for what I had planned next, that was way more than just a possibility.

I sucked on one of her fingers, loving her sweet honey-strawberry pussy flavour, then let her put the other finger in her own mouth to taste me. She groaned and tried again to reach for my pussy, but I wouldn’t allow it just yet.

I turned around in the seat and pushed the armrest behind me up, then moved to the next seat and did the same to that one. After about three seats total, plus the two that had already been pushed out of the way, I knew we had enough room for what I intended, so I went back to Steph and coaxed her onto her back along the space I’d just created.

Now she understood why I’d stopped her, and the grin on her pretty little face made it quite clear that she was more than ready for what was going to happen next.

I leaned down and kissed Steph, thrusting my tongue deep into her open mouth. Then I got up, turned around, and knelt down on the seat against the wall, my legs on either side of her head, feet brushing against the curtains that hung along the walls. I let myself fall forward, holding myself up by the elbows as I hooked my hands around the inner thighs of my ten-year-old lover and spread her legs as far apart as I could.

In the barely-there light, I saw that Steph’s womanhood was just starting to develop. There was a definite swell to the mons, and her clit was only just visible at the top of her tight opening. Her thin labia were parted slightly because I had her legs wide open, and I could see wetness leaking from her slit, oozing down into the crack of her cute little ass.

Her hands slipped around to cup my butt, and when I breathed on Steph’s pussy, I felt her fingernails bite into me. Not hard enough to draw blood, at least.

I giggled, opening her pussy even wider with my fingers before sliding my tongue gently along the juicy crease, licking up all the wetness, tasting her.

The flavour of Steph’s pussy was stronger here than it had been on my finger. Direct source, after all. I kept licking, hearing her sexy heavy breathing behind me. Flicking her hard clit with my tongue, I gently slid my middle finger back into her pussy. She was so tight that when her vaginal muscles started to clench around my finger, I knew right away she was close to coming. Well, I wanted to come, too.

I slowly lowered my cunt down to little Steph’s mouth, and soon felt the sweet, familiar sensation of a tongue pressing against my opening. She began with a few tender licks, but soon she was lapping my dripping pussy like a dog drinking from a water bowl, and I couldn’t help but shiver every time she licked my clit.

I wanted to come so badly with this girl, but I didn’t want Steph get off alone. I would make her come too… and soon. It wouldn’t be long before she had me going, turned on as I was, so I had to get her off first.

I spread her pussy lips further and pushed my finger deeper inside as my tongue flicked her clit again and again. She thrust against me harder each time that my finger slipped back into her.

I knew she was close to coming. Her pussy was pulsing around my finger, and the juices she’d been leaking were now thicker, running like a tap.

Soon.

“Sarah,” she whispered, taking her tongue away from my pussy. “Please. Make me—”

I didn’t let her finish. I thrust back against Steph’s mouth to keep her quiet, nibbling gently on her erect clit to finish her off. I barely heard her moan into my pubes as her orgasm took hold.

My finger was suddenly squeezed hard by a powerful contraction of her vagina. God, she was tight! I clamped my mouth over her slit and sucked, lashing my tongue faster and faster against Steph’s clit to send her over the edge, to push her over the line.

She came. The juices seemed to flow from her pussy like a raging river. I swallowed it all as it flowed into my mouth. My tongue continued to lash her clit to keep her coming.

She groaned into my pussy, and the vibrations sent me over the edge.

It was fucking incredible. I could feel my cunt pumping nectar out of me and into her face, and I knew she wouldn’t be able to take it all. But she tried. I could feel her tongue lick me each time she swallowed a mouthful of my essence. I was rocking against her face, but her lips remained glued to my hole.

Finally we were overcome, completely sated, lying together in a sweaty daze. Her lips drew away from my vulva. She was breathing hard as I reversed my position so that I was lying next to her. I kissed her, and we twined our legs and arms as our tongues danced, sharing the mingled flavors of cunt.

“Mmm,” she moaned against my lips. I sucked her bottom lip into my mouth for a second as I broke away from the kiss, giving my young lover a smile.

After I pulled my panties and jeans back up and refastened my bra and top, we shuffled over to a couple of dry seats and spent the next few minutes snuggled tightly against each other with my middle finger buried in her pussy, fingering her to one more orgasm. Then she buried her hand in my panties and returned the favour.

When the movie was over, I turned to her and gave her my number so we could get together again.  “I love you,” I whispered.

The thrilled look on her face was something to see. “I love you, too!” she gasped, on the verge of happy tears. I calmed her with one last kiss.

The last thing I saw before I walked out was the sweet smile on Steph’s face as she carefully saved my number to her cell phone.

The End

 

Tears of the Sun, Chapter 13

  • Posted on June 4, 2019 at 1:57 pm

by Purple Les

The Tequila Kid was dressed in her Levi Strauss blue denim pants, gray and white checkered shirt, green vest and moccasins. Her gun belt had been left back at the house. She held the arm of Clementine, who wore a simple black dress. They made their way up the hill where Clem’s husband and child were buried, seating themselves on the nearby bench.

There were five fresh mounds of newly dug dirt, each topped by a wooden cross, each marked with a name and date.

“The gravestones are on order. Should have them in a week or two.” Clementine said. “I’m just happy there aren’t six stones instead of five. That’s because of you, Kid.” She reached out to take The Kid’s hand. “We’d love it if you stayed with us. The girls adore you.”

“Much obliged, Clem,” The Kid answered. “I reckon it’s best if I move on soon, now I’m all healed up.” They sat in silence for awhile, then The Kid added, “I’d like to plant some flowers on Dan’s grave, if you’d let me.”

Clementine nodded. “Yes. Of course.” Swallowing hard, she asked, “Why won’t you stay, Kid?”

The Kid shrugged. “I don’t know, Clem. Much as I’d like to, I still got me a duty to the Rangers. And… well, I reckon I’d feel out of place here. I love all of you, but plain and simple, I ain’t ready to plant any roots just yet.”

“I just want you to know, Kid, that come what may, you’re always welcome here. Always.”

The Kid blinked back a tear and answered, “I thank you with all my heart for that, Clementine.” She leaned over and kissed the older woman’s cheek.

The kiss reminded Clementine of when her girls were younger. Clementine was fascinated by the Kid’s mix of cunning, independence, and a vulnerability she tried to keep hidden, the way she had of being an expert gunfighter who still possessed a strange childlike innocence. Even though The Kid was well skilled in the ways of lovemaking, she still seemed a bit shy about it.

They walked back down the hill, still holding hands. When they reached the front porch, Clementine said, “Kid, I’d like you to do one thing for me and the girls before you go. Share pleasure with us for a night.” She reached out to gently touch The Kid’s face. “While you were away, Arabella joined us in bed… and we made love to her, all three of us. She likes what we do, just as you said she would.” Clementine looked at The Kid, trying to read her thoughts. “I spoke with the girls… and we all agreed that you ought to be included, too. Would you want to be a part of… of what we have, Kid?”

“I’ll say this, Clem,” The Kid answered. “Just thinking of being with you and the girls has my heart beatin’ hard.” She gazed at Clementine. “Seeing you with your girls that night…” her voice became soft, “The three of you naked, makin’ love. It had me wetter than a waterfall. Then, thinkin’ of the three of you and Arabella, and the way you pleasured me that day. I been wantin’ to return the favor.  Dang, Clem, I can’t think of nothin’ I’d like better.” She paused, suddenly lost in thought. “Or maybe I can.”

She looked deep into Clementine’s soft, chestnut-hued eyes. “I got me an idea, one that would be even more fun, I think. Y’see, there are some like-minded folks like us. Right here in Oak Creek.”

Clementine asked, “Do you mean Polly?”

“Well, yes, for one. I know she thinks you’re beautiful. Thinks the youngsters are, too.”

“But you said ‘folks’… who else, Kid?”

“Well, there’s two sisters in town. You ain’t got prejudices against Chinese people, do ya?”

“No. We’re all God’s children.”

“Good. They’re a real pretty pair of sisters, thirteen and eight years old.” Clementine gave a small gasp of delight when she heard that.

The Kid added, “Arabella’s already had some fun with ‘em both… I have, too. May and June — that’s their names, by the way — they seem to have took a real shine to Arabella, and I know they’d love to be with her again.”

Clementine shivered with excitement as she pictured the Kid, Arabella, and two young Chinese girls, naked together and making love. “Do you really think you could make it happen, Tequila?”

“I reckon so. You can bet Polly will be ready for it. I’ll have to ask the sisters, of course and see it they’d like to. If they do, I’ll ask their grandma’s permission for ‘em to come and visit.”

“That sounds wonderful, Tequila.” Clementine said softly, her cheeks flushed a bright pink. “I adore being with my daughters, but I’ve also dreamed of having other girls to make love to. Oh, Kid, I already think of you as one of the family… but if you make this happen, I’ll love you for the rest of my life.”

The Kid was blushing, too. “Clem, I saw that look on your face when I said June was eight years old. How old were your girls when you, uh, started to take comfort with them?”

“It started two years ago, Kid. They were just twelve and nine. I knew they were playing naked games with each other, the same way as I did with my sister. I just–”

The Kid cut her off, “I know I’m the one that just asked, Clem, but I swear if you tell me now I’ll cream my britches. So you’d better stop. I’m just gettin’ too worked up.”

“Yes, of course. There will be time for that later,” Clementine said, a sparkle in her eyes.

“I reckon I’d better take me a ride to town then, and start layin’ plans.”

“Yes. Of course. All of a sudden, I’m in a very excited mood. I’ll explain it to the girls to see how they feel about it while you’re gone. I think they will be as thrilled as I am, though.” Clementine gazed warmly at the younger woman. “Oh, my,” she sighed, “I do believe that I have to kiss you, Kid.” Drawing near, she claimed The Kid’s mouth with hers. Breaking away, she said, “That’s to hold you until our little party.” With a wink, she drifted into the house, leaving a somewhat flushed Tequila Kid behind.

A few seconds later, The Kid heard Susie call out to her from inside. She entered and went to the kitchen, only to find that Susie and Arabella had taken it on themselves to polish her boots.

“Look, Kid!” Susie said, as the girls presented their handiwork, proud of the job they’d done.

“Well glory be.” The Kid said, “They look just as good as new. Thanks, girls.” She sat on a chair and put the shiny boots on.

“Don’t you wear spurs, Kid?” Susie asked.

“Nope,” The Kid answered. “Horses always give me their best without my needin’ to hurt ’em.” She stood. “Reckon I’ll take these boots to the stable and give ‘em a workout.”

A few minutes later, The Kid saddled up one of Clementine’s horses and rode her into Oak Creek. She felt good, being back in the saddle and riding again. It made her feel free and happy. Much as she loved the time spent with Clementine and the girls, she’d been feeling a certain restlessness of late, that old familiar hunger to be on the move.

Her first stop in town was the sheriff’s office, where they finished up the report on Ramses Kingsley and his crimes. She left all the evidence with Sheriff Milligan — the hand tracings, the cigars, the fake Indian arrows.

“All of Kingsley’s gunmen was wanted for murder, Kid,” the sheriff said. “Hell, it turned out that Kingsley was wanted in three states and four territories. How’d you figure that he murdered Sims, though?”

“I’m pretty sure Kingsley got Sims all riled up to kill Arabella, ‘cause he knew it would make him look good if he put the bullet in Sims. Also, I’m bettin’ that if Sims had lived, he would of for sure dragged Kingsley down with him at his trial. Kingsley must of knowed that.” She leaned back in her chair, staring thoughtfully at the ceiling. “His big mistake was believin’ me when I told him I didn’t have the gold, that it was waitin’ for him out there in the badlands.” The Kid shook her head. “Kingsley was a greedy son of a bitch, and it did for him in the end.”

“Reckon there’s a lesson there, Kid,” the sheriff said, reaching for his pen.

Once Sheriff Milligan had completed the report, he read it aloud to The Kid, who signed the document by putting her mark at the bottom, a small outline drawing of a raven. Putting her hat on, The Kid said, “Thanks for everything, Sheriff. I’ll be movin’ on in a short spell.”

“That’s fine. I’ll get this into the mailbag right away. So long, Kid. You done a damn fine job. Was an honor to work with you.” They shook hands.

From there, the Kid went to see Polly. As she walked through the front door of the cathouse, the heads of all the men sitting in the drawing room turned. Most of them were puzzled to see her there. There were some girls entertaining the men, each dressed in underclothes or a thin chemise.

One of the girls came up to her, all smiles. “Hi there. Can one of us help you out?” She was young, just about the Kid’s age.

The Kid looked her up and down, then said, “Well… much as I’d like to enjoy your help, I come to see Miss Polly. Tell her The Tequila Kid is here for her.”

“Oh,” the girl answered back, pouting a bit. “She’s in her office, follow me.” Turning away with a flounce, she set off down the hall, The Kid studying her swaying behind all the way to Polly’s door.

The girl knocked, and said, “Miss Polly? The Tequila Kid is here to see you.”

Polly opened the door. “Come on in, Kid.” She saw the girl absently licking her lips while she stared at the Kid. Polly grinned, then gave the girl’s behind a light smack. “Thanks, Greta. Now get that sweet ass of yours back to work.”

Greta glanced back over her shoulder with a disappointed air as she walked away.

“That girl,” Polly said, shaking her head as she closed the door. “She’s a decent enough whore, but she has more of an eye for the ladies.” She laughed. “Guess I can’t rightly blame her for likin’ the sight of you, Kid. Here, have a seat.”

The Kid sat down while Polly went over to her liquor cabinet. She poured a snifter of brandy for herself and a shot of tequila for the Kid. They clinked glasses, then the Kid downed her shot while Polly took a good sip of her drink. They were silent for a moment, then Polly spoke.

“You’re moving on, aren’t you?” she asked, already knowing the answer. “Well, Kid. At least you had the decency to say goodbye this time.”

The Kid looked sheepish. “I am leavin’ in a short spell, yes. I figure this here town’s seen enough of me.”

I haven’t seen enough of you, Kid.” Polly said, lust and sadness mingled in her voice. “Aren’t we gonna do it one last time?”

The Kid took out her fixings and built a cigarette while Polly watched, waiting for an answer. “Well, now, that’s one reason I come to see you, Polly. Mind if I smoke?”

“Just don’t set my carpet afire.” Polly pushed a tin of matches and an ashtray across her desk to the Kid.

The Kid lit her roll-up, then sat back in the chair. “Thing is, you and me could have us a nice time by ourselves. And I’d love that a lot. But now, we got us a chance to do something real special.”

“What kind of ‘special’, Kid?” Polly asked, intrigued.

The Kid took a long drag on her cigarette, then exhaled the smoke toward the ceiling. “Y’know about how I’ve always liked to play around with younger girls? I mean, you remember them stories I told you about me and that eleven-year-old I took to bed in Houston. And, well…”

The Kid trailed off and Polly sat forward after taking a gulp of brandy, “Well what, Kid?”

“Well, I got a chance for you to do that sort of thing… if you’ve a mind to.”

“Tell me more.” Polly said, her cheeks now flushed beneath her makeup.

“It would be you and me with Mrs Clementine and her girls, and I’m on my way from here to invite Mrs. Lee’s younguns, May and June. All of us together, buck naked and makin’ each other feel good. It’ll be a real fine time, I reckon. That sound like somethin’ you’d care to be part of…?”

Downing the rest of her drink in a single gulp, Polly gasped, “My God, you’re wicked. That’s why I love you so much, I guess. Yes — yes, I want in on this.” Rising to her feet, she came around the desk, bending down to give The Kid a tender kiss. “Ever since me and you were lovers, and you told me about the young girls you’d been with, I’ve had thoughts of my own about — about loving a little girl. But I never told anyone about those feelings, just kept ‘em to myself. How’d you know, Kid?”

The Kid smiled. “Oh, I seen the way you look at May. Saw you sneakin’ peeks at that sweet little bottom of hers, that time we saw each other at Mrs. Lee’s place. Reckon you’d like to do a lot more than just look at her, if you had your druthers.”

“That’s so, Kid. Though, to be honest, I’m also very taken with June — and with Clementine.” Polly clapped her hands in delight. “Oh, my… I’m as excited as a child on the day before Christmas!”

“You’ll for sure have some lovely little gifts to unwrap.” Once again, The Kid reached for her battered hat. “I best get over to Mrs. Lee’s place and ask her permission to take the girls along.” She stood, embraced Polly and gave her a long hard kiss, then left the office and went down the hall.

As she approached the front door she spied Greta, idly lounging in a chair. Pausing before the young woman, The Kid reached out to grasp her hand, guiding a startled Greta to her feet, then kissed her — a deep, hungry kiss.

Breaking away, The Kid murmured, “Somethin’ to remember me by.” Tipping her hat, she turned and walked away, leaving Greta blushing and breathing hard, a shy smile on her face.

For her next errand, The Kid walked to the dead line side of town to visit Mrs. Lee.

“Ah, my dear friend.” Mrs Lee said as she poured shots of tequila. “Lovers’ hearts are linked together… always, they beat as one.” She and the Kid clinked glasses and drank.

Setting her glass down, Mrs. Lee pulled the sash hanging from the ceiling. Seconds later, May and June entered the room. They knew of The Kid’s arrival, and had been waiting impatiently to see her.

“Yes, Grandmother?” May said. Both girls smiled at Tequila, and June went to stand by the Kid’s side, taking her hand.

“Girls, Tequila has most interesting…” Mrs. Lee paused for a moment, weighing her words carefully. “May, June… as you have grown, I have seen to it you learn many things to lift you up, make for you a good life. You have been taught figures, reading, history, languages, writing — but also, the art of love. In this last thing, The Kid has come to offer you both a special lesson. I give my consent, but whether you go with her is for you to decide.”

Both girls looked at The Kid, who wrapped her arm around June’s waist and smiled at May. “Well, y’see, girls,” she began, “Arabella, her new mother and her sisters has asked me to join ’em for some family fun. The kind of fun that you two like so much.” May and June exchanged wide-eyed glances, already grinning with excitement.

The Kid continued. “Would you two like to be part of somethin’ like that? It’ll be me and Arabella, her new mother and sisters, and Miss Polly, too! All of us naked, and havin’ fun. I know they’d all love for the two of you to be there.” She paused. “If you girls want to study on it awhile, that’s all right — but I need to know your answer afore too long.”

Practically bouncing up and down, little June hugged the Kid tightly, saying, “I’d like that just fine!”

May blushed and said, “I — I’d love to.”

The Kid looked at the girls’ grandmother. “How ’bout you join us too, Mrs. Lee?”

The aged matriarch laughed as she lit her pipe, then said, “Thank you, Tequila, but no. A candle lights others, but consumes itself. I will enjoy hearing about it from the children after their fun.”

The girls begged The Kid to stay awhile longer, but she had further business in town. Giving June and May a few tender kisses, she was on her way once more.

The Kid’s last visit in town was to Pablo, the blacksmith. As they shook hands, the Kid saw an Appaloosa horse in a nearby stall.

“That’s a mighty good-lookin’ horse you got there, Pablo.” the Kid said in Spanish.

“As fine a horse as I ever saw,” Pablo replied with a nod. “I can give you a good price on her, Kid, plus I’ll throw in a used saddle and a new saddle blanket and bridle.”

The Tequila Kid took a long time inspecting the horse. She was a white mare with black leopard spots, standing at about fifteen hands. The white legs had a black stocking for each leg, of which the Kid ran her hands up and down. As the Kid looked in the horse’s mouth to check her teeth, Pablo said, “She’s just three years old. Her mama was Old Black Clouds Appaloosa, and she got sired by a real fine quarter horse.”

The Kid thought about her money. She’d raked in a big win in a poker game a couple of months ago, but that had shrunk to a cold day in summer. As for her salary as a special agent for the Texas Rangers, that went to a post office box in Knuckle Ridge, and it would be weeks before she could get there.

She gazed speculatively at the mare. Buyin’ her would damn near break me… but I sure do need a horse, and this is a fine one for certain. I ‘specially like that black mane and tail on her. Though now I come to think on it, I bet Clem would give me a good price on one of hers. Maybe I best wait on this.

With a quick dip of the neck, the horse plucked the Kid’s hat clear off her head, biting down on the brim. She gave it a shake, then dropped the hat to the ground as if in disgust. Now, in addition to more than half a dozen bullet holes, the hat’s crown was stained with horse spit. The mare gave a snort, acting like she’d done the Kid a huge favor.

The Kid grinned as she bent to pick up her hat. Then, as she stood, the horse nuzzled her affectionately.

Gazing into the animal’s warm brown eyes, The Kid felt a surge of affection. Giving the mare a pat on the nose, she nodded. “You’re right, Pablo — I’d be a fool to pass up a horse like this. Draw up the bill of sale, amigo — I’ll buy her now.”

After the paperwork was done and the money paid, the Kid said goodbye to Pablo and his wife, then rode her new horse back to the DuMount house. The horse she’d borrowed from Clementine’s stable trotted alongside, the reins in The Kid’s grasp.

Once she’d arrived, The Kid put both horses in the stable, brushed them down and gave them water and fresh oats before heading to the house. There was a delicious smell in the air when she opened the door, and The Kid smiled, knowing she’d made it in time for supper.

******

For the rest of the week, the girls talked endlessly about what would happen on Friday night. Mimi and Susie asked Arabella dozens of questions about May and June, and Arabella thrilled her new siblings with memories of the lovely games she’d shared with the young Chinese girls, back when she and The Kid were staying at Mrs. Lee’s.

On Friday, everyone pitched in to clean the house before their guests arrived. They made sandwiches and lemonade, and Mimi baked a chocolate cake. When the work was done, everyone bathed and got dressed in fresh clothes. Clem and her daughters put on nice dresses, while The Kid got into a clean pair of Levis, a black cotton shirt and nothing else except her moccasins.

Later that afternoon a buggy pulled up to the house, and Polly, May, and June emerged from the vehicle. May and June wore nice dresses that Mrs. Lee had purchased for the occasion. The Kid took the horse to the stable while the others got acquainted.

Before long, everyone was seated at the dining room table, enjoying a casual luncheon. The girls drank lemonade, while The Kid, Polly and Clementine had wine. They conversed about this and that, getting to know each other better, a pleasant camaraderie growing between them.

After awhile, the talk turned to a certain mutual interest. It was Mimi who mentioned it first. “It’s nice to have a sister to enjoy pleasure with, isn’t it?” Mimi said, smiling at May and June.

Susie turned to May. “I heard you and June do what me and Mimi do,” she said, suddenly feeling a little shy. “You know, kissing and such.”

June now piped up, “We do, all the time! And when Arabella stayed with us, we did things with her… The Kid, too. That was fun. We took off all our clothes and played love games.”

Polly listened attentively, interested in hearing about how these young girls shared pleasure. She already knew a bit about the things Clem did with her daughters. May and June were intrigued as well. June was trying to picture Clementine and her daughters naked.

Though she was far more experienced than most women, Polly found herself blushing as May and June described some of the things they liked to do with each other. The Chinese girls spoke hesitantly at first, but with a growing enthusiasm as she saw how much the others enjoyed what they had to say. Though the heat of the afternoon was dwindling, the dining room was growing steadily warmer.

Once the last plate had been pushed away, Mimi and Susie quickly cleared the table of everything but the empty wine bottle. Clementine said, “Now we’ll play a game called Spin the Bottle. Who here has never played it before?”

As it happened, The Kid, May and June didn’t know the game. “I’ve played Spin the Bottle many’s the time,” Polly announced. “May I explain the rules, Clem?”

“Please do,” Clementine replied with a nod. She was studying the madam’s low-cut dress, wondering if Polly was wearing anything under it.

“It’s a simple game.” Polly said. “I spin the bottle. When it stops, I go over to whoever it’s pointing to and give that person a kiss. Then that person spins it, and she kisses the one it points to.” She smiled. “It’s a lovely way for folks to get to know one another.”

“That sounds like fun,” May said. “We understand, don’t we, June?”

Little June eagerly nodded. “Go on and spin it, Miss Polly!”

Placing her hand on the side of the bottle, Polly gave it a good spin. It whirled around for a few turns, then stopped, pointing at Mimi.

Gazing into the fourteen-year-old’s eyes, Polly made her way around the table until she reached Mimi. Extending a hand, she assisted the girl to her feet, and they kissed — though Mimi quickly broke away, feeling a surge of bashfulness.

“No, sweetheart,” Clementine said. “It has to be a real kiss, with your tongues. The way you kiss me.” That made Arabella and June giggle.

Drawing together again, Mimi and Polly shared a kiss that soon grew passionate. The very air in the room seemed to crackle with excitement as the others watched the woman and the girl kiss. After a long while they drifted apart, and Polly touched Mimi’s lips before returning to her seat. Mimi just stood there, a dreamy haze in her eyes as she stared at the older woman.

“Mimi,” said an amused Clementine, “it’s your turn to spin.” She’d been quite aroused by the sight of Polly kissing her daughter.

“Oh!” Mimi said with a start, her cheeks flushed as she turned to where the bottle lay. Taking hold of it, she gave the bottle a spin — this time, it pointed at June, who quickly rose from her chair, waiting.

Moving to where the little Chinese girl stood, Mimi kissed her, moaning as June’s tongue darted between her lips. She wrapped her arms around the child, surprised at how good the eight-year-old was at this. When they parted, Mimi whispered, “My goodness,” and quietly went back to her seat.

The game continued, until everyone had kissed at least once or twice. The level of arousal in the room was palpable. Everyone was at least slightly flushed, and the scent of womanly heat was making itself known.

Clementine was ready to take things to the next level. Being the hostess, she felt it was her responsibility to keep the party moving. Standing up, she announced, “Ladies, girls, now that we’ve got to know one another, I think it’s time for us to grow even closer. Therefore…” she paused, letting the moment build, “…we should all undress.”

A thrilled June chirped, “You mean… get bare naked, Mrs. Clem?”

“That is exactly what I mean, June,” Clementine said, taking the little girl’s hand and helping her up. “Let us all go to the parlor, where there’s more room for us to enjoy ourselves.”

Once in the parlor, just as the others started to remove their clothing, Clem held up her hand. “Wait,” she said. “Let’s take our time doing this, and undress in turn. First, the grownups.” Reaching behind her back, she undid the top button of her dress. “Polly, Kid — will you join me?”

Following Clementine’s lead, The Kid and Polly and began to undress — and soon, all three women were nude. The girls were getting an eyeful and loving it.

There was The Kid, with her lithe muscular frame, small but well-shaped breasts and a sparse patch of rust-colored pubes. Then there was Polly — shorter than the other women, with a generous, curvy figure and a dark triangle of hair between her thighs. And then Clementine, with her shapely form, large breasts, long lovely legs and a tuft of wheat-hued curls adorning her vulva. They stood before the girls, their bare bodies on full display.

“Now let’s see the older girls,” Clem said. “May, Mimi… you can take your clothes off now.”

Mimi and May undressed, aware that all the others were watching. May boldly stripped out of her dress and underthings, while Mimi still felt a little shy, though less so when she saw the desire written on the faces of the little girls and the adults.

Once May and Mimi were nude, they looked each other up and down with great interest, noting their similarities and differences. May’s body was leaner, with less pubic hair and smaller breasts. Mimi’s pubes were thicker, her breasts larger, her body more rounded. Both girls had puffy nipples, though Mimi’s were pink, while May’s were a chocolate brown. May’s bottom was lean and taut, like that of a young boy; Mimi’s was rounded and soft.

“That leaves the youngsters,” said Clem, once everyone had gotten a good long look. “June, Arabella, Susie… it’s your turn to get naked.”

The three girls began to disrobe. Now May and Mimi and the adults drank in the beauty of the girls as they bared their growing bodies.

Mimi and May watched closely as the trio of little girls removed the last of their clothing, then glanced at each other, exchanging smiles as each took in the charms of the other’s younger sister. Arabella was a little taller than June and both girls were still flat-chested, but their nipples were pert and luscious, and their hairless slits begged to be kissed and licked. Then they looked at eleven-year-old Susie, enjoying the view of her blossoming figure, the small buds of her breasts, and the sprinkle of light hair on her pudenda, framing the girl’s labia.

At first, the women and girls spent a while simply looking at each other. Then, everyone began to move around the room, exchanging gentle kisses and caresses.

Polly spoke up. “I’d like to see the sisters kiss one another, if that’s all right.”

“Yes,” Clem agreed, “that’s a fine idea. Girls?”

Everyone watched as Mimi kissed Susie and May kissed June. The sight of nude siblings exchanging kisses proved to be very arousing to the others. Then Mimi spoke. “Let’s kiss each other’s sisters now. May, you get with Susie, and I’ll kiss June.”

Feeling especially playful, The Kid fondled Polly and Clementine’s asses while they watched the older girls kiss the younger ones.

Finally Polly said, “May, I’ve always loved just looking at you. Now, seeing you without clothes, I want to do more than just look. Would you let me make love to you?”

“Oh yes, Miss Polly. I would like that very much.” May answered as she looked Polly up and down — seeing her naked, as she’d longed to many times before. She drifted into Polly’s open arms and they kissed, pressing their naked bodies together.

June moved over to where Mimi stood. “Do you want to love me?” she said.

Mimi smiled at the cute eight-year-old Chinese girl. “Yes… yes I would.” She picked June up under her arms, and the child twined both legs around Mimi’s hips. “Oh, my,” the older girl cooed, feeling the warmth of June’s slit against her belly. She was holding the little girl up, cupping her tender bottom, while June wrapped her arms around Mimi’s neck. They kissed passionately.

After whispering briefly to one another, Arabella and Susie approached the Kid and Clementine. Susie nudged Arabella. “Go on,” she whispered.

“Aunt Clem — Ma, I mean,” Arabella said shyly, hands clasped before her, “Me and Susie want to watch you and the Kid m-make love for a little bit.”

“And then,” Susie said with a saucy grin, “we’ll take turns licking you both.”

Clementine turned to the Kid. “Shall we?”

“Nothin’ would make me happier,” The Kid replied. They came together in a heated kiss, their hands moving over each other’s bodies. Susie and Arabella held hands as they watched. Clem was fondling The Kid’s bare ass, purring with pleasure as their tongues danced in each other’s mouths.

Arabella glanced around the room. Mimi was stretched out on the floor, and June was perched on her face, getting licked. The little girl reached down to toy with the older girl’s pussy as Mimi feasted on June, licking the child’s tiny clit, gently fingering her anus.

Polly and May, who were almost the same height, were engaged in a feverish sixty-nine with May on top. The liquid sounds of their oral love play could clearly be heard, the sweet music of mouth and cunt.

Susie poked Arabella, who quickly turned back to see Clementine and the Kid sprawled out on the loveseat, kissing deeply and fondling each other’s breasts. Both women sat with legs spread wide, ready for the two youngsters to have their way. Exchanging smiles, the girls knelt down and began to lick — Arabella going down on her new mother, while Susie eagerly serviced The Kid’s pussy.

They switched back and forth a few times. The Kid especially enjoyed watching Susie lick her mother’s dripping cunt. Shortly after the girls traded places once more, Susie brought the Kid to climax, while Arabella made Clementine come in her mouth.

Susie and Arabella turned to each other and kissed, savoring the mingled tastes of two pussies. Meanwhile,  Clem and the Kid exchanged a glance and a nod, reached for the girls.

A moment later, they had Arabella and Susie seated side by side on the loveseat and were pleasuring them in the same way, eating their hot, juicy slits. Just like the girls had done, Clem and The Kid switched back and forth, taking turns with each… and once again, The Kid found herself hugely aroused by the sight of mother and daughter making love. This time it was Clementine who was licking her baby girl’s bare slit until Susie came with a squeal.

Arabella had her legs dangling over the Kid’s shoulders and back, while The Kid was cradling Arabella’s soft bottom in both hands as she licked the ten-year-old’s tiny clit. Wanting to help, Susie reached over to lightly pinch Arabella’s hard nipple between finger and thumb — that set the child off, and Arabella came in the Kid’s mouth. Clementine felt a fresh arousal seeing the Kid make Arabella orgasm.

By then, June had been brought to orgasm from Mimi’s eager tongue and was lying between the older girl’s spread legs, nursing at the fourteen-year-old’s clit until Mimi bucked and writhed through her own release. The Kid liked the sight of little June stretched out on her tummy, the girl’s cute butt wiggling around.

Polly and May had eaten each other to climax, and now lay side by side, enjoying cunt-flavored kisses.

Once everyone had come, the girls and women relaxed in a shared afterglow, the rays of the afternoon sun slanting in through the windows to illuminate the room. Finally, Clem rose on still-quivering legs and made her way into the kitchen, the others following one or two at a time. They took turns refreshing themselves before the sink, splashing cool water on their faces and privates.

“Time for dessert,” Clementine said, taking out the chocolate cake. She waited for the guests to admire it, then cut generous slices and put them on saucers, which Mimi passed around before the party moved back into the parlor.

It was a deeply enjoyable experience to sit around and eat cake with other women and girls, everyone stark naked. They were free to openly appreciate the view of each other’s bodies — each one different, each one beautiful. Jokes, rhymes and stories were told, mostly of a very bawdy nature, which soon had them craving another round of pleasure.

Once the dishes had been taken out to the kitchen, the mood grew playful. The girls began to chase each other around the parlor, then the women joined in. There were tickles, bottoms slapped and breasts grabbed. Soon, they began to share embraces and kisses, and the kissing quickly grew hot and passionate.

“Can we make love some more, please?” Arabella finally asked.

“Yes, sweetheart,” Clementine said with a smile, then turned to the others. “Let’s all go up to my room. It’s got the biggest bed.” She padded over to the staircase, and everyone followed.

It was evening now, so Clem had Mimi and Susie light the oil lamp and some candles. “Well, ladies,” Clementine said, addressing the group, “How shall we begin the festivities?”

The Kid spoke up. “Me, I’d kinda like to see these sweet young gals put on a little show for us grownups… let us have a real good look at ‘em.”

“A fine idea,” Clem said. “All right, girls, why don’t you play with each other while we watch?”

All smiles, Susie, June, Mimi, May and Arabella gathered together in the center of the room while Polly, The Kid and Clementine seated themselves on the bed. The girls glanced around at one another, then Susie went to May, stood on tiptoe and kissed her. With that, the show was underway.

Soon, all five of the youngsters were engaged, touching each other’s bodies all over and swapping deep tongue kisses. The women just watched at first, but grew so aroused at the sight of the girls that they began to feel each other up. The Kid, sitting in the middle, was masturbating Clem and Polly, while the fingers of the two older ladies twined together in the Kid’s cunt.

The girls were getting into this new game in a big way, but when June knelt between Arabella’s legs and began to nuzzle her slit, Clem decided to slow things down a bit. “Hold on, girls,” she said. “You’ll get to do some serious lovemaking soon, I promise. First, though, we want to see you show off your beautiful bodies. Just stand there for a moment, let us look at you.”

The five girls obeyed, standing before the women, putting their nakedness on full display. Then Clementine and Polly gave them instructions, having the five girls get into the lewdest, most lascivious poses that they could think of.

The girls hadn’t really wanted to stop playing with one another, but they quickly became aroused all over again as they followed the commands of the adults.

“Now, girls,” Clementine instructed, “turn your backs to us, then bend over and touch your toes, keeping your legs straight.”

The Kid moaned, lost in helpless lust at the sight of five girls, aged eight to fourteen, exposing their pussies and bottom holes, while their cute faces peeked out from between their thighs, upside down, smiling and pink-cheeked.

Polly said, “Now stand in a row like you were before… only this time, use your fingers to open your pussies for us.”

The girls did just that. They stole peeks at each other too, which the adults liked to see.

“Now, it’s your turn,” Mimi said, pointing at the grownups. “We want to watch while you do something.” The other four girls gave eager nods.

Polly and The Kid glanced at each other, while a smiling Clem got to her feet. “I think I’ve got what we need,” she said, going over to her dresser.

Clementine took something out of a drawer, a certain item that her daughters had seen before. But they’d never seen it used like it would be now. Climbing back onto the bed, the two-headed dildo clutched in her hand, Clem stretched out, then carefully slid the tip of the lengthy object into her pussy. “Polly,” she said, looking expectantly at the madam, “put the other end of this into your cunt.”

“My goodness,” replied Polly, drawing close. “I’ve seen one of these before… this Italian whore I knew owned it. Never had one of ‘em inside me, though.” She grasped the dildo, working it around in a circular motion, making Clementine groan, then arranged herself — bringing her sex close to the jutting toy, then slipping it in.

The Kid and the girls all watched in fascination as the two women faced one another, legs forked together, thrusting again and again at the double-headed ivory prick that joined them.

“W-wait, Clem,” Polly panted. “Let’s try it the other way round.” Both women withdrew, removing the dildo, then got on hands and knees, facing away from each other. It was an awkward angle, and took a couple of tries, but they managed to re-insert the toy into their dripping vaginas.

Polly and Clementine began to fuck each other once more, pumping wildly. Soon the dildo was buried so far inside them that their bottoms met again and again, making a slapping noise with each thrust.

The Kid led Mimi over to the bed, positioning the girl on her back on the bed so that Polly could lick her pussy. Then, because she’d noticed how much Mimi loved June’s smooth slit, she had the little Chinese girl sit on Mimi’s face. On the other side, The Kid had May stretch out, so that Clementine could lick the thirteen-year-old’s cunt. Finally, she got Susie to straddle May’s face and feed her babyish sex to the older girl.

That done, The Kid stood back, gazing with satisfaction at her handiwork, taking Arabella into her arms. They stood together watching the scene on the bed, masturbating themselves and each other, occasionally sharing a kiss. The air was thick with the scent of mingled pussies.

Soon, some of the lovers were approaching climax. But before any of them were able to come, The Kid had everyone stop so that she could rearrange the group in a different order. Susie was pouting a bit, unhappy to be interrupted so close to release. But like the others, she did as The Kid asked.

Clem and Polly were left as before, still on hands and knees with the dildo buried in them both. The Kid had June lie down for Clementine to lick, then placed Susie on June’s face. Arabella spread herself out, legs wide open so that Polly could lick her, while May mounted Arabella’s face watching Polly lick Arabella.

“What about me?” asked Mimi, frowning slightly.

The Kid pointed at May’s bottom, “There’s a place for you.”

There wasn’t room for Mimi to climb on the bed, so she simply stood, placing both hands on the bed’s edge while she bent down behind May to lick her dark rosebud. Then The Kid knelt behind Mimi to finger the girl’s cunt and lick her anus, using her free hand to masturbate.

Still licking Susie, June paused just long enough to moisten her index finger, then slide it into the child’s puckered butt hole. Susie cried out, drawing near to climax as the little Asian girl suckled her clit and sawed that finger in and out of her rectum. First she made sounds like a puppy, then managed to stammer, “I love you, June. K-keep doing that — ohhhhhh, I’m g-gonna come in your mouth…!”

June moaned herself as Clementine sucked her pussy like a ripe peach.

Mimi had a firm grip on May’s bottom, and was licking the girl’s butt crack as best she could — but it wasn’t easy, as she couldn’t help but moan and whimper while the Kid’s tongue pushed deep into her ass. Mimi had had her bottom licked before and loved it, but no one had ever penetrated her nether hole like this. Then there was the Kid’s finger, which was toying with Mimi’s clit, driving her crazier with each gentle stroke.

Arabella eased a finger into May’s vagina as she flicked the older girl’s clit with the tip of her tongue, whimpering with pleasure as Polly tongue fucked her.

Some of May’s long black hair clung to her sweaty face as she shook her head back and forth and from side to side, eyes closed tightly. She wailed something in Chinese, and though no one else but June understood the words, their meaning was plain to everyone.

May was the first to come — and that seemed to set off the others. Mimi was next, a choked cry breaking from the girl as her own orgasm kicked in, then the room filled with moans and declarations of ecstasy as a wave of rapture swept through the tangle of women and girls.

Now spent, the eight lovers lay for a long while, contentedly nestled together on Clem’s large bed. Some of them might have been satisfied by then. June, however, was already craving more. She’d had a lovely time playing with the girls, but now she was determined to make love with one of the grownups.

Sitting up, June met Clementine’s relaxed gaze. “I want to lick you,” said the child.

Unable to refuse such an enticing offer, Clementine parted her legs, welcoming the little girl. Slowly rousing themselves, the others watched as June buried her face in Clem’s thick bush. Mimi was enchanted by the view she had of June’s wiggling buttocks and, positioning herself behind the child, began to lick both her holes.

Reaching out to cup Clem’s heaving breast, Polly said, “Your youngest daughter Susie is so pretty… may I make love to her?”

“Yes,” Clementine moaned, eyes rolling heavenward as June went down on her. “That is, long as Susie wants to.”

“I want to!” Susie answered.

Polly laid the eleven-year-old down, then crawled between Susie’s legs, spreading them wide apart. Taking a deep breath, she began to tenderly explore Susie’s vagina with her lips and tongue. Susie sighed blissfully, overjoyed to be taking pleasure from such a beautiful woman.

Arabella found herself drawn in by the sight of Polly’s shapely ass. Wanting to do more than just look, she knelt behind the older woman, placed both hands on that lovely bottom and used her thumbs to spread Polly’s cheeks apart, revealing her puckered pink anus. Liking what she saw, Arabella bent down and ran her tongue through the woman’s anal cleft.

The Kid and May stood off to the side watching the action for a few moments, their busy hands tucked between each other’s thighs. Then The Kid whispered something into May’s ear, and the thirteen-year-old eagerly nodded in agreement.

Leading May around the bed to where Clementine lay, The Kid smiled down at the flushed woman, who was still being serviced by June. “Hey, Clem… care to give this sweet little thing a ride on your mouth?”

“I — I’d love to,” Clem gasped, beckoning the girl to her. Climbing on the bed, May positioned herself astride the face of her hostess, then lowered her sex to Clementine’s already parted lips, cooing with delight as she watched herself get licked.

The Kid looked on for a moment, enjoying the spectacle of Clem loving and being loved by the two Chinese siblings. Now she was ready to get some of those good feelings herself. Drawing close, she bent down to give May a deep, hungry kiss, then straightened. “How ‘bout usin’ that pretty mouth of yours on me, pretty girl?” she said.

“I love to lick you, yes,” May replied, then leaned forward to trace The Kid’s vaginal crease with her tongue.

Seconds later, Susie reached a loud orgasm. Polly licked the last drops of honey from the girl, gave Susie’s slit a gentle kiss, then turned around and pushed Arabella onto her back. “It’s your turn, child,” she said, then began to feast on the ten-year-old, pleasing her from anus to clit.

Now facing the madam’s womanly backside, Susie slid three fingers into Polly’s sodden cunt and began to fuck her furiously.

Arabella and Polly came within moments of each other. The Kid moved away from May, pausing long enough to taste her pussy on the girl’s lips, and took Susie in her arms, kissing her. They shared the flavor of Polly that coated Susie’s fingers, then The Kid stretched Susie out on the bed and straddled her face. Raising her head from the pillow, Susie buried her mouth in The Kid’s sparse pubes, pressing her tongue inside. The Kid reached out to take May’s hand, holding it tightly as they came together on the faces of mother and daughter.

Soon after that, Clementine reached a climax of Biblical proportions as she came long and hard in June’s hot, sucking mouth.

Once again, they took a break from lovemaking, girls and women alike curled up on the bed. It was crowded with all eight of them, but everyone was content to snuggle. All the while, their hands constantly strayed, and each kiss led to another.

May slowly got to her feet, pausing to look at the collected lovers, still nestled together. Her eyes fixed on Mimi, stretched out along the edge of the bed. Padding over to where she lay, May bent down and kissed the girl, then began to kiss and suck Mimi’s nipples, switching back and forth between her budding breasts.

Mimi’s pussy was already wet from the loving she’d just had, but now her labia glistened with new moisture — and May took advantage of that, slowly working her two middle fingers into Mimi’s gaping love hole. With the palm of her hand, she rubbed the engorged clit of her new fourteen-year-old friend, fucking her all the while.

Turning to Clementine, little June got on top of the older woman, kneading her breasts like they were bread dough, pausing to suckle the large nipples.

“My goodness,” Clem said, furrowing her brow, “you’re ready for more? So soon?”

“Yes — more, please!” June insisted. “I love you, Mrs. DuMount.”

Clementine couldn’t help but smile. “How can I say no?” She reached down to caress and fondle June’s flawless rump… then her fingers delved between the eight-year-old’s thighs to touch her soft, bare slit.

May noticed that Susie was watching as she made love to the girl’s older sister, and decided she wanted to play with them both. “Lie down here, pretty Susie,” she said, getting the child arranged so that her legs were draped over Mimi’s chest and belly. This gave May a perfect view of Susie’s sweet pink crease.

May bent to give Mimi another long, wet kiss, then looked deep into the older sister’s glazed eyes and said, “I will kiss you again, Mimi, after I lick your little sister.”

She leaned forward slowly, moistening her lips as she stared at Susie’s lightly-downed cunt, closing her eyes before taking a long, slow lick. As May went down on Susie, she eased a finger from her left hand into the child’s vagina. Meanwhile, she continued to masturbate Mimi with the right hand, rubbing her clit.

Mimi’s chest rose and fell heavily as she watched May raising her head from between Susie’s legs. A string of thick crystal liquid formed a gleaming bridge from the Chinese girl’s lips to her little sister Susie’s cunt.

Withdrawing her finger from Susie, May traced circles around Mimi’s hard left nipple, leaving it slick with her younger sibling’s pussy nectar. Then May sucked the sweet fluid off Mimi’s tit.

May’s lips and tongue were coated in Susie’s honey — which she shared with Mimi, passionately kissing the older sister while she also fucked her, plunging two fingers in and out of Mimi’s cunt.

The others were focused on this lovely sight. They watched, utterly enthralled as May pleasured both the DuMount girls at the same time. The Kid had Arabella sitting between her legs, and was gently fingering her young lover’s very red, very puffy pussy lips, now glistening with a fresh dew of lust. Polly was using the dildo on herself, and Clementine lay on her side as she watched, June enfolded in her arms

Breaking her kiss with Mimi, May removed her fingers from the fourteen-year-old’s pussy, telling her, “Now I lick your little sister until she comes. Then I will kiss you with her taste on my lips, and make you finish with my hand.” With that, May went down on Susie again.

The Kid looked down at Arabella. “C’mon, Button,” she said, “Let’s help May out with Susie.” They moved to join the three girls. Lying down alongside Susie, The Kid began to lick the child’s erect nipples, while Arabella kissed Susie’s face and neck and mouth.

Wanting to join in the fun, Polly leaned over to suck Susie’s other nipple, while Clementine fucked her with the dildo. A wide-eyed June drank in the whole spectacle, absentmindedly fingering her slit.

Soon Susie cried out, her boyish frame shaking and shivering as she reached yet another orgasm, finally going limp. Raising her face from the little girl’s cunt, May smiled at Mimi saying, “Now, it is big sister’s turn.” As promised, May gave the girl a deep tongue kiss, letting Mimi taste her baby sister’s essence on her mouth and tongue.

Mimi already knew how much she loved the flavor of Susie’s pussy. Somehow, though, sampling it from the lips of another girl made it even better, especially while that girl’s fingers were busy working magic on her clit. Then May began to touch Mimi with the other hand, pawing at her breasts.

Briefly opening her eyes, Mimi saw everyone watching her — and that was enough to make her come. She gave a choked scream and her body went stiff for a moment, then relaxed. She sank into the bedding and lay motionless, but for the rise and fall of her chest.

Mimi’s orgasm seemed to exhaust her. She dozed off almost immediately, then June and Susie snuggled in with her, soon drifting into slumber themselves.

Polly sat in a chair shaking her head in disbelief and smiling from ear to ear, the dildo still jutting from her vagina as she rested.

Tired out, but still craving more, Arabella had mounted May, placing their sexes together. “I wanna fuck you,” was all she said.

“Oh, yes, Arabella,” May breathed, looking deep into the little girl’s eyes. “Touch your sweet pussy to mine. I am close to coming, yes, one more time.”

Clementine was spooning with the Kid. Placing a finger on the younger woman’s clit and softly speaking into her ear, she was saying, “My daughters were just nine and twelve, and I knew they were playing love games together. I could hear them going at it in Mimi’s room. All I had on was a nightgown, nothing underneath. So I simply opened the door and came in the room. There they were, naked in each others arms. All my girls could do was stare, frightened out of their wits. Probably thought I was about to call down hellfire and brimstone on them. Instead, I just opened my gown and let it fall to the floor…”

Polly had started to fuck herself again, thrusting the dildo in and out of herself as she saw Arabella and May grind into one another, rubbing cunts until they came. She watched the Kid climax as Clementine fingered her, then the two women came together in a kiss so warm and loving that it set Polly off in what was to be the last orgasm of the evening.

By then, the candles had nearly burned down completely. Getting to her feet, Clem fetched a extra blanket from the armoire, gently draping it over June, Mimi and Susie, then turned to Arabella and May, who were both yawning. “Arabella, why don’t you and May go sleep in Mimi’s room?” Giving Clem brief kisses, the two girls shambled off.

Polly handed the sticky dildo to Clem. “Thanks for letting me use this. I’ve got to get me one!”

Slipping the wet end between her lips, Clem sucked on the toy, getting a good taste of the woman’s cunt, then smiled. “Come on with me, Polly. We’ll put you up in Susie’s room.”

Once Polly was settled in, Clem returned to her room, where The Kid was waiting for her in bed. The three girls were dozing peacefully on the other side.

“You gonna bunk with me tonight?” said The Kid.

“I’d like that,” Clementine replied, slipping into bed next to the younger woman. They shared a tender kiss, then lay entwined. The Kid was soon deep asleep, her head on Clem’s shoulder.

Closing her eyes, Clementine whispered, “Thank you, Lord, for this moment of heaven on earth.”

*****

After a late breakfast the next morning, the girls delighted in wandering hand in hand to the wash house to bathe, then danced nude through the yard before going inside, where they put on clothes for the first time in a long while.

As they all said their goodbyes, Clementine offered up a thought. “I think we should all meet out here once a month and do this again,” she grinned. “How do you all feel about that?”

Everyone agreed that it was a wonderful idea, and they set a tentative date to make it happen.

Hugs and kisses were exchanged, then The Kid hitched up the buggy and the woman and two sisters got on, Polly, May and June waving goodbye as they set off for Oak Creek.

*****

The Kid returned shortly after Clem and the girls had put the house back in order, and they all sat down for a light supper.

As they ate and chatted, The Kid suddenly said. “I reckon I’ll be leavin’ in a few days.”

The room fell silent, then the girls all protested, all of them giving reasons why she shouldn’t go yet, hoping against hope that they could change the Kid’s mind.

Clementine was on the verge of tears, but put on a brave face. “Now, children. The Kid has her own life to live. The Texas Rangers can’t do without her.” The girls could all tell that Clem didn’t mean a word of what she said.

“I’ll never leave you folks for good,” The Kid said. “You’re like family to me now. If I’m ever within a hundred miles of this place, I’ll be droppin’ by for a visit… if only so’s I can clean myself up in your bath house.”

Everyone laughed. “Ma?” Mimi said, turning to her mother, “Can we give the Kid her present now?”

“Yes, please can we?” Arabella said, Susie echoing her.

“I can’t think of a better time,” Clementine agreed. Sweeping from the room, she came back with a large box in her arms that she placed on the table in front of the Kid.

The Tequila Kid looked at the box, surprised. “Why, you didn’t need to give me nothin’… what is it?”

“Well, open it, silly!” Arabella insisted, rolling her eyes.

Susie and Mimi cried, “Open it! Open it and see!”

As the Kid removed the top of the box, her eyes filled with tears as she saw what rested inside.

“Put it on.” Mimi said.

“Yes. Let us see it on you.” Clementine said. Arabella and Susie excitedly chimed in, “Put it on.”

The Kid slowly removed the new hat from the box, studying it closely. “I like the nice wide brim,” she said. “And no bullet holes in it, neither!” the Kid added with a grin.

“It’s a real Stetson,” Mimi said.

“We ordered it from Philadelphia for you!” Susie added. “It’s the best hat for wearing out West. That’s what everyone says.”

The Kid carefully put the hat on her head. Clementine said, “It suits you, Kid.”

Getting up, The Kid went over to the mirror. She’d never had such a fine hat before. It fit perfectly.

“Thank you so m-much — all of you!” the Kid stammered. Trying not to cry, she gave each of them a hug. Then a certain idea crossed her mind, and she blushed.

“Say, I was just thinkin’, um, well,” The Kid looked at them all, feeling shy. Then she blurted out, “How ‘bout we all strip down naked and have us some fun?”

Arabella reached up to wrap her arms around The Kid’s neck, then stood on tiptoe to kiss her. Then she gave the Kid’s breasts a playful squeeze and said, “I think that’s a good idea.”

“Yes,” Clementine added, “I want to see Tequila wearing her new hat… and nothing else.”

Clothes began flying everywhere, and soon they were all nude. Once again they all delighted in looking at each other’s bare bodies, then it was time to play.

First, Clementine had the girls lay in a row with Mimi in the middle, then she and The Kid had their way with them. As Clem kissed Arabella’s smooth slit, the Kid licked Susie. Clem and the Kid pleasured Mimi’s more mature sex at the same time. Then The Kid went down on Arabella and Clem serviced her younger daughter.

Then the girls had Clementine and The Kid lay on the floor while the three eager girls explored their more mature bodies — sucking nipples, nuzzling tummies, fondling breasts and licking clits.

Clementine turned on her side and the Kid did the same, facing Clem. They kissed, then began to fondle each other’s asses. Clementine toyed with the Kid’s slit and the Kid thrust two fingers into the older woman’s juicy cunt.

As they masturbated each other, Clem broke their kiss and smiled at her daughters, who were staring at them. Rolling over onto her back, Clementine said, “Now then, girls, Tequila and I would like you to come over here and lick our pussies.”

As the girls gathered around, The Kid said, “I’d sure love to give all of you a lick as well.”

It started with Arabella sitting on the Kid’s face while Susie ate the Kid’s pussy and Mimi went down on her mother, then Susie and Mimi switched places. Arabella came in The Kid’s mouth, then snuggled next to Clem. They watched as Susie rode the Kid’s face while Mimi continued to feast on the Kid’s dripping slice. Soon The Kid and Susie both came.

Then Mimi mounted the Kid’s face, while Clementine was orally pleasured by Arabella and Susie. Once Mimi and Clementine had their orgasms, the group cuddled together, swapping kisses.

The evening was still fairly young, but everyone was tired, so they all got ready for bed and turned in for the night. Clem slept in her room, Susie was in bed with Mimi, and Arabella slumbered in Susie’s bed with the Kid on the floor in her bedroll. All dozed peacefully.

*****

In the dead of night, The Kid awoke in her bedroll. She’d told them that it would be a few days before she left. But she hated goodbyes, and decided it was best to go without a fuss. It broke her heart to leave Arabella and her family, but the call of the open road was too powerful to deny.

Moving carefully, she got up and quietly gathered her gear. The Kid took a long lingering look at Arabella as she slept, then tiptoed out of the room and down the stairs.

She made her way to the wash house, then took a hasty shower. The icy water was bracing, waking her better than a cup of coffee. I’ll make breakfast later, on the trail, she decided. Have my coffee then.

The Kid dressed, slipped into her boots, then fastened her gun belt on. Last of all, she put on her brand new hat. Hastening to the stable, she saddled up her Appaloosa, then walked her out to where her things were waiting. She loaded her bed roll and saddlebags onto the horse’s back, followed by her Winchester, canteens of water and a coil of rope.

The Kid heard a noise and turned quickly. Arabella stood there in her nightgown and untied shoes, a shawl around her neck and shoulders for warmth in the cold night air.

“I think my heart’s fixin’ to bust.” Arabella said, a quiver in her voice. “Please take me with you, Kid.”

The Kid’s heart swelled with emotion as she sat down on the ground, her back against the water trough. Drawing Arabella down into her lap, she held the child to her. They sat quietly for a few minutes.

Kissing Arabella’s cheek, The Kid murmured, “We sure had us an adventure, you and me.”

Arabella was silent for a moment, then said, “It’s funny, Kid. I thought after all the men who killed my family were dead, I’d be so happy I could dance a jig. But now… I just feel sad and empty.”

The Kid hugged Arabella tighter and said, “I know. Even when it’s someone who deserves it, there’s no real pleasure in killin’ someone. It don’t bring your family back.” After a few more minutes the Kid spoke again, in hopes of cheering the girl up, “I reckon that pretty soon you’ll be just about the richest girl ever, once you get your Pa’s gold mine runnin’ steady.”

“I ain’t gonna let the mine be open.” Arabella said, a determined set to her jaw. “I’m keeping the land it’s on and the claim, but no gold mine is ever gonna be there.”

“Why’s that?” asked The Kid.

Arabella leaned back against the Kid’s chest, taking her hand. “Gold only brings trouble. It makes men crazy, gets ‘em to do awful things. I figure it’s best to just let the tears of the sun lay where they are.”

“I couldn’t be more proud of you, Arabella,” The Kid said, giving the girl a squeeze. “You’re rich anyway, what with them four bags of gold that you got.”

“I already have what I want without ‘em, Kid. Listen, after you come back here half dead, I had an idea. I told it to Aunt Clem, and we met up with the mayor and some of the big people in town. They liked my idea too, so it’s really gonna happen. I been waitin’ to surprise you with it.”

“What’s gonna happen?” the Kid asked.

“Gonna build the best school in all of Texas. It’s gonna be made of brick and be two stories tall. It’s gonna have a bell, too. And all the kids of Oak Creek will go there. Chinese, Mexican, Indian, black and white. All of us learnin’ together. And the name of the school will be written in stone over a great big door. Guess what the name of the school is, Kid?”

“Why, I reckon it will be named after a president… maybe your Pa or someone.”

“Guess again.” Arabella said.

“Well, I’m plumb out of guesses. You best just tell me,” The Kid said, wishing the sun would take longer to rise, so she could visit longer with Arabella.

Arabella stood up and smiled, looking down at The Kid. “It’s gonna be called the Mary Ann Wallace School.”

“Shucks, now,” the Kid said, feeling her face get hot as she stared up at Arabella. “You can’t name a school after some no-account girl like me who can’t even read nor write.”

“That doesn’t matter. It weren’t reading and writing that saved my life, or caught those murderers,” said Arabella. Suddenly the child fell to her knees, hugging the Kid hard as she could. “Must you go?” she cried.

“Reckon I got to,” the Kid answered, a quiver in her voice. “See, I ain’t like most folks. It’s too hard for me to stay in one place for long. Polly told me one time, what I had was called ‘wanderlust’ — and I reckon that says it right. The other side of the mountain, that’s the place I’m always achin’ to go. Besides, there’s still a lot of outlaws out there need catching.” She hugged Arabella fiercely. “Don’t you worry, though — sooner or later, that dusty old trail will sure ‘nough lead me back here again. I gotta see that new school, don’t I?”

Arabella bit her lip, trying not to cry. “I’ll miss you, Kid.”

“I’ll miss you too, Arabella — somethin’ fierce. Tell you what, though. Tonight I’ll be lookin’ up at the stars in the sky. You look up at ‘em too, and it’ll be like we’re together again.”

Dawn was coming, the sky gradually turning a light pink. The Kid gave the child a tender kiss, then they both slowly got to their feet.

Arabella had taken to wearing her late mother’s wedding ring on a chain around her neck. Now she took it off and held it out to her friend. “I want you to have this. To remember me by.”

The Kid hesitated. “I ain’t never gonna forget you, Arabella. That’s your ma’s ring, you should keep it.”

“Please take it, Kid,” Arabella insisted. “It would make me feel good, knowin’ you’ve got it next to your heart.”

Without a word, The Kid put it on around her neck and tucked it inside her shirt. Turning to her saddle bag, she rooted around inside, then pulled something out. “It ain’t much,” she said, “but remember me, too.” She placed her old dusty, bloodstained, bullet-riddled hat on Arabella’s head. It was too big for her, reminding The Kid of what a little girl she still was.

Arabella couldn’t have been prouder if she’d been bestowed with a queen’s crown. “Thank you, Kid,” she said, beaming with pride.

The Tequila Kid swung onto her horse. The mare reared up, waving her forelegs in the air. The Kid stood up in the stirrups, stroking the horse’s neck murmuring something that Arabella couldn’t hear. The mare put her front hooves back on the ground, spun a half circle, then gave a snort and a whinny as she shook her head up and down, the bridle making a soft jangling sound.

“Did you give her a name?” Arabella asked, looking up at The Kid and the horse.

“I been callin’ her Button,” The Kid said, grinning. “Cause she’s full of spirit — like a certain little girl I know.”

Arabella held her arms up, hoping against hope that the Kid would pick her up and set her on the saddle behind her, just like she’d done so many times before. Then they would ride off together.

The warm light of dawn was on them now, giving a soft glow to everything. Out of habit, The Kid began to reach down to pick up Arabella, then stopped suddenly, a look of pain on her face like she’d been shot through the heart.

Instead of picking Arabella up, The Kid took her right foot out of the stirrup, holding tight to the saddle horn with her right hand. The leather of the saddle creaked as the Kid leaned over and reached out, gently cupping Arabella’s face.

With her thumb, the Kid wiped a tear from Arabella’s cheek, then straightened up in the saddle again. Her eyes looked bluer than ever as they filled with water.

In a choked voice the Kid said, “Adios, Arabella.”

With that, she flicked the reins, making a sound with her tongue. The Appaloosa began a fast walk, excited to be moving at last. The Kid looked back for a moment, waving her new hat as the horse fell into a canter.

A little down the trail, the mare got herself up to a full gallop, and the Kid let out a loud whoop and holler.

Arabella heard it and a big smile broke across her face. The sun was up now. She watched the horse and rider till they were a small cloud of white dust in the distance. Arabella continued to watch until the dust had vanished and the road was empty. She stared down the road a long time, wishing with all her heart that the Kid would come back.

The road remained empty. With a heavy sigh, Arabella tugged the front brim of the battered hat on her head and breathed, “Adios, Kid.”

From the porch of the house, she heard Susie call. “What’re you doing out there in your nightshirt, Arabella? Come on in, help us get breakfast started.”

Wiping her nose on her sleeve, Arabella turned toward the house and walked back, looking forward to another day with her new family. Reckon I’ll have to tell ‘em about The Kid leavin’… but not just yet.

It was going to be a lovely day, Arabella could see that much. She couldn’t wait for the night to come, though, so she could look up at the stars. Look at the stars, and know the Kid was looking at them too. Then they would think of each other, and be together in their hearts.

The End

 

My Curious Daughter Brenda

  • Posted on June 2, 2019 at 2:26 pm

by JetBoy

Author’s Note: This is an adaptation of a story that appears twice at the Nifty Archive under different titles, both versions posted by different people who claim not to have written it. (In my boundless travels through the online universe of lesbian erotica, I’ve never seen hide nor hair of the original.) I thought the plot was sizzling hot, but the prose was clunky in the extreme, filled with poorly deployed punctuation, and without an ending to speak of. So I rewrote it from top to bottom for my own personal pleasure, and now offer it up here for your potential enjoyment. Thanks to whoever wrote the story in the first place for the inspiration. (See comments below for a link to that version.) Yrs, JetBoy

*****

The last time my daughter Brenda was on break from college, I was a bit taken aback at her new hairstyle. All her life she’d had long hair, but now it was cut short. Oh, I kept mine that way, too — but that was the fashion for older women in our community. It was a very unusual choice for a young girl like Brenda.

“I’m not sure how I feel about that style, Brenda,” I said, dicing up carrots for the beef stew I was making. “I mean — don’t you think it looks like a boy’s haircut?”

She shrugged. “That’s the way I wanted it, Mom.”

“So what do your friends think?”

“Oh, I don’t care too much what they think. I know my best friend likes it. She says it makes me look totally hot.”

It was true that Brenda had grown into an attractive young woman. She was a slight five foot four but had a beautiful, shapely figure that had filled out nicely.

Sweeping the carrots from the cutting board into the pot, I found myself wondering about her love life. Did she have a boyfriend? Was she sexually active? She didn’t talk about it, if she was.

I found myself unable to keep from asking, “Are you, um, dating anyone, Brenda?”

She smiled and murmured, “Maybe…”

“Maybe?” I asked wryly. “Are you going to make me pry?”

“Well, you’re aw-ful-ly good at it,” she giggled.

“I mean, I’ve been wondering. Are you, well, sexually involved with anybody?”

Brenda stood in thought. “Oh, I’ve had a couple of boyfriends, nothing serious. But…”

“But?”

“Well, I am seeing someone,” she said mysteriously, “but not in the way you might think.” She made a face. “Hmmm… how can I explain it…”

“Oh, God. He’s not married, is he?”

She giggled. “Cold, mom… very cold.”

“Older? A teacher?” my eyes widened.   

“Colder,” she smiled.

“Is he black? I mean, there’s nothing wrong with that–“

Freezing, she murmured, leaning back against the counter. Her breasts jutted out nicely in the t-shirt she wore.

Frustrated by her amusement, I threw up my hands. “Fine! I give up already! Who is he?”

She looked at me thoughtfully. “Well, Mom, he… is a she.”

I thought I would faint. “A girl? Y-you’re gay?” I gasped, putting a hand to my mouth.

She shook her head. “No, no, I’m not exactly gay… calm down, Mom. Shit, I didn’t plan to — but you did ask about my sex life.”

I sat down at the table. “How can you not be gay… and be, um–“

“It’s not like that,” she assured me as she took a chair. “We’re not, like, in love or anything. I consider myself bisexual, I guess. I just, I don’t know… decided to experiment. I mean, it just happened. And I liked it. I still like it. Anyhow, she’s really pretty, and we’re good friends. We just, y’know, wanted to try stuff out.” She blushed. “Jeez Louise, this is way more embarrassing than I thought it would be!”

“So…” I stammered. “h-have you two… you know–” She just gazed at me evenly, her expression saying it all. “Oh, God!” I gasped, blushing. “You have!”

The idea unnerved me something fierce — yet, at the same time, I felt an unexpected prickle of arousal at the image that suddenly flashed to life in my mind: my daughter Brenda, making love with another girl.

“What does she look like?” I asked. My heart was pounding, and I wasn’t certain why.

Brenda pulled a small coin pouch from her jeans and carefully extracted a photo from it. “Her name is Kimmie. She’s a freshman. Mom, she’s a really sweet girl. I know you’d like her.”

The picture shook in my fingers and I was giggling nervously, staring at the image of a girl wearing a very tiny bikini. I had to admit that she was adorable. In fact, Kimmie looked a bit like she could be the sister Brenda never had.

“She’s very pretty.” I found myself studying this young girl’s breasts in spite of myself — then, her barely concealed vulva. Had Brenda touched her there?

“I’m glad you think so. I mean, it’s a real relief you’re taking this so well,” Brenda said.

“Well, I’m a little shocked, I admit… but as long as you’re happy, honey, then I’m glad for you,” I said quietly.

“Thanks, Mom,” Brenda said, all smiles. She opened her arms to hug me.

Our hug wasn’t the same now. Not with these images in my head. I hugged her and felt something sexual, deep in the core of my belly. Her breasts against mine… 

“Oops! I’ve got to get the rest of these veggies chopped,” I said, quickly moving away and back to the counter, reaching for an onion. And with that, the subject was closed, at least for the moment.

*****

I spent the next few days trying desperately to purge the image of Brenda and Kimmie out of my mind, without much success. I kept picturing that beautiful girl in the bikini, in bed and making love with my daughter. Part of me was fascinated, another part disturbed and another part… aroused. 

It’s funny, but bisexuality was something I’d never given much thought to before. I don’t know why — I’d always assumed I was straight and left it at that. But something about Brenda’s revelation had aroused my curiosity about lesbian love. I wanted to ask her so many questions — intimate, sexual questions. Things I could hardly bring myself to discuss with anyone, let alone my daughter. And in spite of my best intentions, these confused feelings made me rather timid around her.

She seemed to sense this, somehow — and three days later, when her father Mark was away, gone with his buddies to a baseball game, she brought the subject up.

I’d just taken out a load of laundry and was folding the linens when she sat on the arm of the sofa, watching me work. I gave her a fleeting smile, but said nothing.

After a moment, she hesitantly spoke. “Mom? You seem more, I don’t know — distant, all of a sudden. Is it because of this thing with Kimmie and me?”

“Well, honey…” I started, then fell silent, deeply embarrassed.

“I’m not in love with her or anything, Mom. I mean, we’re really just good friends who get sexual sometimes. I mean, I could be going out with some boy in a couple of weeks, who knows?”

I was relieved to hear that, yet strangely… a bit disappointed.

“Honestly, Brenda, I didn’t have a real problem with it. Really, if anything, it was just my own imagination.” I gave a shaky laugh. “I guess I just couldn’t stop thinking about it — you having sex with another girl, I mean. I don’t know why, honey, but I — well, I keep wondering, you know…” I blushed hotly, my words stumbling to a full stop. 

“Really?” she replied, arching an eyebrow, then shrugged. “That’s okay. I mean, that’s how I started thinking about it myself. It was about two years ago, when I found out one of my high school friends was gay.”

“Which one?” I asked.

“Remember Helen, the one who played the lead when we did Barefoot in the Park? Turns out that not long after that, she started experimenting with other girls.”

“Oh, my… Valerie’s daughter! Do her parents know?”

Brenda shrugged. “No idea. I don’t really know her that well anymore. I haven’t talked to her since she told me about it — guess I was sorta spooked by the whole thing.”

“But then, afterwards…”

“Yeah, it got me thinking. Wondering, you know? So when Kimmie and I got to be good friends, we talked about it a couple of times. Well, one night we were both a little drunk, she and I got carried away — things just sort of happened. Turns out that we both enjoyed it. A lot.”

“Well, I’m sorry if I seemed distant to you, honey. I was a bit embarrassed, I guess. I mean, it felt pretty strange, getting all aroused thinking about a — a sexual situation that involves your own daughter! It just got me curious, you know, about what’s it like. I wanted to ask you, but…” 

Suddenly it struck me what I’d just admitted to Brenda: that I’d become excited while picturing her engaged in lesbian sex! How in God’s name had that slipped out?

Brenda nodded thoughtfully. “Well, if you want to know, Mom, it’s really great, making love to another girl… a very sensuous experience. I mean, girls are so warm and soft in bed. And they know more about how to take their time about, um, making you feel good, y’know?” Brenda ran a hand through her closely cropped hair. “Anyhow, I can see why you’d be curious about it, Mom, and as for thinking about me… well, it’s not like, you know, you want to go to bed with me or anything.”

“Honey!” I gasped. “That’s not what I meant! I only thought about — about what it would be like. I certainly don’t have any intention of… I don’t even know anyone — I mean, any lesbian women.” I laughed nervously. “Who knows? Maybe when I was younger, I would have… ” I fell silent and, not knowing what to say next, simply stood there, feeling like an awkward school kid.

Brenda grinned. “Yeah, I guess things just sort of clicked with me and Kimmie. I can see why you might be kinda curious, though.” She patted my arm. “Nothing wrong with that, Mom. It’s only natural.”

By then I was blushing hotly, unable to meet her gaze. Just then, the phone rang. I grabbed it almost gratefully — saved by the bell!

It was my husband Mark, calling to let me know that his team had won, and he and his friends were going to unwind with a few hands of poker at someone’s apartment, so I shouldn’t wait up for him. I was still a bit distracted, but managed to get through the conversation without giving away my case of nerves. 

By the time I hung up, Brenda had left the room. I went back to folding clothes, a little shaken and confused by what had just transpired between my daughter and me. Why was I so obsessed with her lesbian activities? Why was my mind filled with images of a naked Brenda, making love to her beautiful young friend? Good grief, what was happening to me?   

I was so lost in thought that I didn’t know Brenda had come back into the room, not until I heard her voice right behind me.  

“Mom…?” she said softly.

Startled, I spun around to face her, then gasped in disbelief. Brenda had stripped to her very skimpy bra and panties.

The shirt I was folding slipped to the floor as I gaped at her foolishly.

She gazed deep into my eyes. “About what you said, Mom… you know, that you were curious, thinking you didn’t know anyone — another woman to… “

I couldn’t think of a damned thing to say, so my expression asked the question for me.

“Well, I mean… not that we had to do like, you know, everything, but if you just wanted to, um, know what it feels like — feels like to fool around…” Her voice trailed off. 

My heart was pounding like a jackhammer. I tried not to stare at Brenda’s near-naked body, but the sight was so breathtaking…   

“Are you, uh…” I swallowed. “Brenda, are you inviting me to… have sex with you? I mean, I’m flattered… but it just sounds so–”   

“Kinky?” she smiled. “I know, Mom, but, well… it’s been so long since I’ve been with Kimmie, and I’m feeling all tingly. Besides, I can see that you want to know about what it’s like. Sex with a woman.”   

“M-maybe so, baby,” I stammered, but–”   

“And I love you so much, Mom,” she murmured, coming closer, stroking my face gently. “I love you and I — I kinda want to, to do things with you. I want to kiss you, really kiss you — and touch you, all over…”    

“You do?” I whispered, my mind spinning.   

“I’ve wanted to for a long time, Mom — ever since that first time with Kimmie. I guess that’s why I told you about me and her in the first place. I wanted to see how you felt about girls… loving each other.”   

I was trembling. Brenda’s eyes shone with passion.

“You’re turned on, Mom. I know you are. You want me to make love to you… don’t you?”   

Oh, God, I did want her, I did! Never before had I felt such naked desire. But this was wrong, so completely wrong! How could I do such a thing with my own daughter?

Brenda’s hand was warm and soft against my cheek, and I swear I could smell her arousal from where I stood. She was so lovely, but I couldn’t… “Brenda,” I gasped, “I don’t think we–”   

“I love you, Mom.” she said, drawing me into her arms. Her lustful gaze held me spellbound for a moment, then her lips brushed lightly against mine. Her mouth was soft and sweet.

We kissed gently at first… then more passionately. Her tongue slipped into my mouth. My arms wound their way around Brenda’s waist as she ground her crotch into me. I could feel the heat and wetness of her pussy through my jeans, and the scent of her skin was intoxicating beyond belief.    

Breaking our kiss, Brenda looked at me expectantly, waiting for me to make the next move. She began to stroke her breasts lightly.

 “Maybe…” I panted, knowing we were nearing the point of no return.

 “Maybe what, Mom?” she purred, pinching her nipples.   

“Maybe we can… start off slow?” I whispered.  

“Sure,” Brenda nodded “I’m fine with that.”

“I, uh… I’m not sure how to…”

She smiled. “I’ll teach you, Mom. I’ll teach you everything.”

“So…” I began, not sure what was supposed to happen next. How you begin a love affair with your own daughter?

“So,” Brenda echoed, “why don’t you sit here, on the back of the couch?” She patted the top of our sectional.

I drew a long, deep breath. Was I ready for this — ready to break at least two taboos?

My fear was flavored with the sexual tension and anticipation that had been simmering in me since Brenda had first confessed the secret of her sexuality. And somehow, the desire I felt was enough to make the fear less powerful.

I hesitantly rounded the couch, climbed onto it and perched on the back, suddenly feeling confined in the worn jeans and faded t-shirt I wore. 

Brenda stood before me, nipples erect behind the flimsy bra, a neatly trimmed pubic triangle clearly visible through her gauzy panties. She placed a hand on my shoulder. “Tell me if you get freaked out, okay?”

“Y-you too,” I nervously replied.

She extended a finger from her hand to graze my neck, then began to trace a line around my throat, making me shiver. Then I felt her lips brush my neck in the softest of kisses.

Unable to help myself, I gasped. Her finger continued on its gradual way, slowly gliding down to my chest, then over my right breast to graze the nipple through my clothes. Her tongue trailed a path up to my ear.   

Oh, I tried not to react, but couldn’t restrain myself. Instead I moaned, every atom of me seething with sexual heat.

This must have encouraged Brenda, because her palm suddenly opened like a spring flower over my right breast. My head spun at how lovely that felt, the warmth of her hand through my t-shirt. She cupped the soft globe, weighing it.

“God, Brenda… this is really turning me on,” I timidly confessed.

“Me too,” she murmured, leaning in close to nibble at my neck.

Her other hand was now fondling my left breast, and my breathing got deeper and faster. The experience of being touched by another woman — my own daughter — was overwhelming. This was without a doubt the hottest, sexiest act I’d ever engaged in!

Her hands left my breasts and slid down to tug at my shirt, pulling it from my jeans. “Am I moving too fast?” Brenda asked in a hoarse whisper, punctuated by a quick nip of my earlobe.

Of course she was going too fast, much too fast — but by then, I was so far gone that I didn’t even think of making her stop.

Her hands unhesitatingly pulled my shirt up and off, then reached around my back. I could feel her breasts against mine as her fingers deftly unfastened my bra clasp. The bra dropped to the floor, and Brenda knelt before me.

I whimpered like a child as her warm mouth covered my nipple. 

“Oooooh Brenda, I’m — oh! Oh, baby, that feels so nice.” I was trembling, throbbing from head to toe.   

She lifted her head from my chest and grinned. “Just wait, Mom — we’re only getting started.” Then she went right back to suckling my right breast, fondling the other with her hand.

Suddenly Brenda raised her face to mine and kissed me deeply, thrusting her tongue into my mouth. Her thigh moved between my legs. As she held me tightly, kissing me like a lover, I felt my baby gently moving her hips against mine, as if she were fucking me.   

Almost automatically, my hands moved to unfasten Brenda’s bra. She gave a happy sigh to let me know this was fine with her, so I stripped it from my daughter as she arched her back.

“God, I can’t believe I’m doing this,” I said, throwing the bra to the floor, “but I want you so much.”

“I wanna fuck you, Mom.” she cooed.

“Do you?” I asked breathlessly.

Her eyes were glazed over with desire… with sex. I leaned forward, gazing up at my beautiful half-naked child, and took the tip of her breast into my mouth. 

It was incredible. I was drunk on the sweet smell, the warmth and softness of her skin, her nipple swelling against my lips — and the forbidden pleasures of incest.

“Oh, Mom!” Brenda gasped. “Yeah… oooooooooooh yes, suck my nipples!”   

Her breasts were warm and soft and delicious… and she cradled my face to her chest as I slid my mouth over her left breast, gently biting the pink tip.

“Oh Jesus, Mom… harder. Oh, yeah, that’s it.” She was shivering now.   

Suddenly Brenda reached for my waist with frantic hands and began to undo my jeans. In seconds she had the zipper down, and I stood up so that she could tug them down to my ankles. I stood, yanked them off and sat back on the couch. Brenda slid out of her panties while I continued to suck on her nipples. She ran a hand up my thighs and into the plain cotton panties I was wearing, her fingers slipping between my legs.

I thrust my ass forward on the couch, legs spreading wide as her finger slid into me.

“Ooooooooh…” I moaned as I put both hands on the couch, bracing myself against Brenda’s loving intrusion.

Her free hand was tugging my panties down and off as her finger started rolling around inside me. Now we were both naked.

“Oh. Ohhhh!” I moaned. “Brenda, that feels so good. So good!   

“Do you like it?” she said playfully, out of breath herself.

“I love it,” I panted, looking down to see her finger pumping into me. “This is so fucking kinky,” I moaned, watching as Brenda played with my dripping cunt.    

“Yeah, that’s it. Watch me fuck you, Mom.” She slipped another finger inside.

“OOOhhhh!… oh, honey, I’m loving this…”

“Me too,” Brenda said. Her legs were wrapped around my thigh, and I could feel her wet pussy against my bare skin. She rubbed her face against my breasts, sucking and biting them as her fingers continued to explore every inch of my vagina.   

Without a thought, I reached for my daughter’s ass and began to caress her. She worked her pussy even harder against my leg as I stroked her beautiful bottom. Then, almost naturally, my hand moved forward between us to slip between her thighs.

“Ohhhh yeah! Oh God, Mom, do me!” she cried, as I slipped two fingers into the raw heat of her vagina.   

What was I doing!? I was having lesbian sex with my daughter. I was finger fucking her. But she felt so wet and warm and slippery, welcoming my steady thrusts. It was incredible, totally different from touching myself. She writhed on my busy fingers.    

We kissed deeply, our hands frantically working at each other’s dripping cunts. Then she took her fingers out of me, brought them to her mouth and licked them, tasting my juices, her face flushed with passion. She then reached down to fondle me again for a sweet instant, then offered her pussy-wet fingers to me.

“Go on, Mom,” she moaned, “taste yourself.”

 I sucked her fingers, savoring my essence, all the while working my own fingers in and out of her hot hole, making her squirm and buck with delight. She was about to come, I knew — then suddenly she grabbed my wrist, stopping me in mid-stroke.

“Mom, I wanna do it, go all the way with you. I want to lick your pussy!” she blurted as she pulled away from me.   

“I…” I tried to say something, anything.

But she was already pulling me towards the middle of the room. “Lie down!” she said excitedly.

The rug was cool and my mind was thinking straighter now. Okay, we’ve already gone too far, maybe we should stop. But even as the thought crossed my mind, I knew that there was no way I was going to back out now.

Brenda faced my feet and straddled my body, a hand at each knee and a knee at each ear. Her thighs moved apart as she lowered her crotch to my face and plunged her tongue deep into me.

I cried out loud. “God! Brenda! OOoohhhh, GOD, honey… oh… ohhhh!” I was nearly screaming. Gulping down a quick breath, I panted, “Is this what you d-did with Kimmie, baby? Did you eat her cunt like this?”

She raised her face, glistening with moisture, from my crotch. “Uh huh… this is what I did to her. Oh, Mom, I love your pussy so much!”

I could hear and feel her feasting on me, lips making wet sounds as her tongue delved into the folds of my vagina.

“OOOoohhhh baby… oh, God this is so GOOD!” My knees were raised, legs spread wide to allow her full access.

“Ooooh, Mom, your pussy is so beautiful! So warm — so wet…”

I looked up at Brenda’s cunt, hovering over my face, glistening with her honey. Oh, God, I was going to do this thing. I had to taste her.

I opened my mouth and covered her flower, slipping my tongue into her moist crevice with one thrust.

Everything about my baby girl’s pussy thrilled me. It was so wet and hot, the juices dripping from her, the taste exploding on my tongue like tart candy. My hands were on her thighs, and Brenda’s hips were rocking back towards me as she whimpered into my wet flesh, pausing from her feast to rub at my clit.

“Oh yeah… OOOohhhh! Suck my cunt, Mom! Deeper… Jesus, your t-tongue feels incredible… OH! Oh, God, I’ve been wanting this so bad!” Then her tongue plunged into me again. Brenda’s mouth seemed to be everywhere on my pussy, her finger rubbing steadily at my clitoris.

This was the most perverted thing I’d ever done — and I loved every minute of it!

Brenda’s hips started gyrating more quickly against my mouth, and I began to quiver like a plucked bowstring as she began to bring me to climax.

That was when she took my clit between her lips and sucked at it — and I exploded in an orgasm I thought would tear me apart.

“Oh God Brenda!” I screamed, “I’m c-c-coming! Oh! OH! OHHHHH!”   

I thrashed and jerked uncontrollably, white fire bursting through my core, leaving me panting for air. As soon as I could catch a decent breath, I responded by shoving my mouth into my daughter’s juicy pussy, eating her in an animal frenzy.

Brenda suddenly cried out loud, shaking like crazy as she straightened up, arched her back and cried out… “Mom! Oh God, MOM! OOOOOOOOhhhhhhhh, fuck! OHHH!” She gasped and howled, her body bucking crazily as she climaxed into my mouth, then collapsed onto me in a trembling heap of sweet, sticky flesh.

We lay holding each other for a long moment. Then she gazed deep into my eyes and murmured, “I love you, Mom. Oh God, how I love you.”   

My heart melted. I knew that there was no turning back — things had changed forever between us. We were still mother and daughter, but now there was a beautiful new aspect to our relationship.  

“I love you too, baby,” I moaned, nuzzling her face. We kissed, softly at first — then harder, passionately. Her hands slid to my ass and began rubbing it firmly as our tongues met and mingled.    

She broke the kiss. “Mom, I wanna do something really nasty now,” she purred with a mischievous grin.   

Jesus, hadn’t we already gone completely wild? How much further could we take this? I didn’t know, but was more than ready to find out. My pussy was dripping with arousal — I felt hornier than ever, I swear. 

“Yes, Brenda. Take me anyway you want to. I’m completely yours.”

My daughter stood up, padded over to her shoulder bag, reached inside and pulled something out. I couldn’t tell what it was for a second. Then I realized with a start that Brenda was holding a large latex cock with a waistband attached. I gaped at the thing as she stroked it.  

“I want to fuck you with this, Mom,” she smiled. “Wanna stick this deep into your cunt and fuck you like a man.”   

I could only nod, breathing hard. God, yes — at that moment, I needed her to be inside me more than anything.

She began to deftly strap the harness around her waist. “Get on all fours, Mom. And close your eyes.”    

I did as she said. And waited, trembling with anticipation and lust. I thought I would explode if she didn’t touch me soon.   

“Brenda…” I groaned.   

Suddenly I felt her hands on my butt, pulling my cheeks apart. Then she started to lick my cunt slowly, sensuously… it was divine. Then her tongue moved up to the crack of my ass. She lightly kissed my rosebud once or twice, then began licking deep between my buttocks, rimming me.

I gasped with delight as Brenda pleasured my ass with her mouth. Could this really be happening? I’d grown accustomed to thinking of my daughter as a sweet, modest creature who cared more about her teddy bears than boys. Now she had me down on my knees, bathing my anus with her tongue. It was so lewd, so sinful — and it satisfied me like nothing ever had. I could feel another climax deep inside, raging and snarling for release.   

But just before I could come, Brenda’s lips and tongue vanished from between my cheeks. I moaned in frustration — so close! — but before I could even catch my breath, she thrust that cock of hers all the way into my vagina in a single stroke.

The world broke into pieces as I exploded in a climax more intense than any I’d ever known. Brenda didn’t stop, either. She worked that enormous cock in and out of me like a woman possessed, fucking me harder… harder!

My fingernails gouged their way into the shag carpet as she leaned forward and bit my ear, her hands pawing at my breasts. Then she reared back and started groping my ass, her hips still thrusting wildly against me. She shoved a finger into my asshole, and I came again in a howling frenzy.

It took a minute or so to catch my breath — then I ripped that strap-on off Brenda, shoved my daughter onto her back and went down on her until she begged for mercy. 

We lay together on the floor for a long time after that, naked and entwined, sharing sweet kisses and whispered words of passion. 

I suppose that I should have felt guilt and shame at the very idea of being a mother who makes love to her child. Instead, I blessed the fates for bringing the two of us together in such a wondrous way.   

That was three years ago. Brenda and I have been lovers ever since.

The End

 

Your Thoughts, Please!

  • Posted on June 1, 2019 at 3:12 pm

by JetBoy

(This is a slightly-rewritten version of a blog post I did several years ago… but as it’s still very much relevant today, I’m electing to run it again. It’s not at all erotic, but very heartfelt, and it only runs for a few paragraphs, so please indulge us and read the thing.)

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I’d like to bring up a subject that is very near and dear to us folks who run Juicy Secrets: your comments and feedback, and how crucially important it is to us — and this site.

First, a few words about what goes into making Juicy Secrets what it is.

Without even asking, I can speak for all of us in saying that the running of this site is a genuine labor of love. Read our first-year anniversary blog post to get an inkling of the satisfaction and outright joy we’ve derived from planning Juicy Secrets, bringing it to life and watching it grow.

But when you click onto our link and navigate around the site, exploring its nooks and crannies, what you’re seeing is the result of work. A lot of work. Adding new posts and stories (which often includes considerable reformatting from the original source), hunting for thrilling images to accompany them, making necessary changes to the site pages to present and catalogue these posts, editing and proofreading work for our guest authors, penning notes and comments for each other’s writing, composing critiques, both positive and critical, for submitted stories (even the ones that don’t make the cut), trawling through the internet’s vast repository of lesbian fiction for stories to add to our archive, etc.

Not to mention writing our own stories, which requires a heaping helping of time in itself.

Needless to say, we don’t make a cent doing this. Actually, it’s not even possible to make a living by offering the kind of fiction that we do. I’d estimate that ninety-eight percent of our content consists of stories that no publisher (actual or virtual) would touch with a ten-foot pole — and the lion’s share of them wouldn’t be accepted by any of the big erotica sites, either.

Which brings us to the million-dollar question: why do we do this? Well, there’s the pride we feel at having created Juicy Secrets, and the security of having a safe space for our work. But there’s also the enormous pleasure of having that work noticed and acknowledged, particularly in the words of praise and the thoughtful comments that some of you are kind enough to leave after you read.

It’s hard to describe just how good it feels, that giddy surge of delight that we experience when a reader compliments our writing. It’s a friendly pat on the back, an assuring smile, a hug of encouragement that tells us our work has value — and all the time, effort and yes, occasional frustration that went into it was worthwhile. The warm regard of an audience is a better high than any drug, no question.

On the other hand, it’s a major downer to pay a visit to a recently posted story, one that you put your heart and soul into, and find no more than a single comment, or nothing at all. I’ve known authors of erotic stories — good erotic stories — who’ve simply abandoned their craft in defeat, convinced that barely anyone gives a damn about their work.

Don’t misunderstand, dear readers — your Boy Author is not throwing a woe-unto-us pity party here. My cohorts and I derive a great deal of satisfaction from doing what we do. But your comments add so much to that satisfaction that I’m willing to put aside my pride — indeed, even my dignity! — to plead with you good people: spare a thought for us when you especially enjoy reading a Juicy Secrets story, and leave a comment.

It’s not just the praise that sustains us, mind you… we also appreciate criticism, when you feel it’s warranted, and it’s always helpful when you let us know about mistakes you catch in our work. We’re always striving to do our work a little better, and your careful scrutiny makes that possible.

It should be added here that, much as we crave your praise, it’s even more important that you leave comments for our guest authors. Doing so will increase the likelihood that they’ll continue to write — a winning situation for both Juicy Secrets and its readers!

One final point: we are not — emphatically not — asking anyone to offer praise for our work if we haven’t earned it. As the great comedian Flip Wilson once said, “If you didn’t intend to applaud, don’t applaud. Keep your damn hands to yourself!” On the other hand, if the story moved your soul, got you feeling warm and tingly all over, or spurred you into a “happy ending” of your own… why not take sixty seconds out of your life to tell us so? Thirty seconds, even. Hell, you can type “Great story!” in less than ten. And it honestly does mean the world to us.

Thanks for indulging my shameless pandering, and for being a part of this site’s extended family. (You must be, if you’ve read this far.) May the road always rise with you.

Love always, JetBoy