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Sweet Poppy, Chapter 20

  • Posted on August 29, 2022 at 1:42 pm

Go here for a guide to the women and girls who populate “Sweet Poppy.” To get a thumbnail summary of the plot, please check out the Chapter Links.

 

by Joe Dornish

By the time our limousines made it back to Kiki’s and our pack of scantily-clad females emerged into the cool of the evening, we were in the giddiest mood imaginable, ready for anything to happen.

It didn’t take long for us to get started, either. “Off with that dress!” Mum told me as soon as the front door closed behind us.

“I would’ve taken it off in the limo,” I said, pausing to tug that sexy little black dress up and over my head,  “if the driver wasn’t a bloke.”

“Ooooh, too bad it wasn’t a lady driver! We could’ve all got undressed!” Lilly exclaimed.

“A sex party on wheels,” said Nicole, rolling her eyes heavenward. “Be still, my heart.”

Kiki nodded, wearing a wicked grin. “Now that’s an excellent idea. Next time, I’ll hire a limo with a lesbian behind the wheel, and we can fuck our way through London.” I liked the sound of that.

We were all given fresh drinks and spent a while just hanging out and chatting. Since we were celebrating my birthday, I was already the centre of attention, but being the only one in their underwear was a real thrill for me. I loved it when they looked at me with desire, especially the adults, and soon found myself doing a lot of teasing and flirting.

Mum had awakened me to the power of my sexuality, how it affects those around me. Now I was making full use of that power, hopefully getting everyone in the mood to fuck.

Kiki came over and whispered to me, “So, Poppy… we’ve got maybe forty-five minutes before our next little game. Ready to give your mum her big surprise?”

“Yes, please!” I said.

This was the one part of the evening I’d been allowed to plan. Since Mum was so incredibly turned on by little girls, I’d arranged for the four youngest in our group – Nicole’s daughter Evie, Chrissie’s five-year-old twins Lola and Lexi, and my little sister Lilly – to share a bed with her at the same time. They were all incredibly cute, they loved sex with older women, and Mum had been gasping for a chance to play with the twins. She’d never had it off with a girl that young before.

“Jolly good,” Kiki replied. “Give me a half a mo to gather up the little ones and spirit them away. When I give the signal, tap on your glass to get everyone’s attention. The girls will be in my room, naked and ready to play.”

Off she went and gathered up the girls, sneaking them away one by one. Naturally, Kiki had spoken to the girls and their mothers beforehand. The little ones were super excited to be in on this sexy surprise, while Chrissie and Nicole engaged Mum in conversation, so she didn’t notice that some of the girls had gone missing.

When I was ready to speak, I got up on a chair – first taking my heels off – and tapped my glass with a fork.

Mind you, I’d never been one for speaking to a group of people, even at school – so yeah, I did feel a bit jittery. Then it occurred to me: I’d fucked or been fucked by everyone there. That sort of took the edge off speaking to them in my knickers and a top you could practically see through. And before long, they’d see a lot more of me.

“I just wanted to say… thank you to everyone for making my day so special. And you look totally hot, all of you. This is the sexiest, best birthday ever!”  They all clapped and then I carried on. “Um, so I think Kiki and Henri should get a BIG round of applause setting all this up, and letting us use their beautiful home,”

Well, that nearly brought the roof down. Everyone cheered and went crazy, stomping their feet and yelling.

When it died down, I continued. “But I also want to give a massive thank you to the best mum in the world, who I love in every way possible.” I went over and kissed her. “Mum, you are awesome… and I couldn’t think of a better way of showing how much you mean to me than this.” I took her hand. “Come with me.”

I led my mother to Kiki’s bedroom, her hand in mine. I didn’t look back, but I knew that everyone was  following us. Somebody whispered, “What’s she up to?” I just grinned, picturing Mum’s response when she got her surprise.

When I opened the bedroom door, the four little ones were on the bed and waiting, big smiles on their faces and completely naked. When Mum saw them, she gasped and covered her mouth, then Lilly jumped up, ran over to where she stood and exclaimed, “Surprise, Mummy! We’re your gift from Poppy.”

Wrapping both arms around Lilly, Mum gave her a great big hug, “Oh, my precious, precious child. I love you so much.” Then she turned to me, her eyes smouldering with lust. “As for you…” She drew me into a rough, heated kiss that stole my breath away. “I’ll be thanking you properly later on.”

“I don’t know about that, Heather,” said Nicole, studying the girls. “You may not be able to walk by the time this lot is done with you!”

Glancing over towards the bed, I could see what she meant. Evie was practically bouncing where she sat, while the twins were looking at Mum as if she was a scrumptious dessert and they hadn’t tasted anything sweet in weeks.

“All right, ladies,” Kiki called, briskly clapping her hands, “let’s take this back to the living room so Heather can enjoy her surprise!”

We obligingly exited the bedroom. I looked back just as the door was closing, and smiled to see that Mum was already halfway out of her dress.

Henri sidled up to me as we made our way through the house. “That was a nice thing you did for your mum, Poppy. She was thrilled to bits, I’d say!”

“Yeah. She deserves it, too.”

“True. So… d’ya fancy doing something else nice?”

I paused just outside the living room. “Well, sure. What did you have in mind?”

“Your mum told me you spoke to her about my… naughty side.”

“It’s okay that she told me some stuff, right? I was interested.”

“Of course it’s okay. I think your mum is right, though – for now, maybe it’s best you don’t get involved. It can get pretty intense.”

“What was it you wanted to do, then?”

“Oh, yeah. Um, later tonight, I’d really love to get a bit of one on one time with all the adults, just them and me. I was hoping you and Lottie would take charge out here with everyone else… y’know, while I have a little fun. Would that be okay?”

“Sure, I’d love to help. Don’t worry, we’ll play sexy games and have all the girls eating pussy by the time you get back!” I giggled.

“You’re the best, Poppy. Thank you.”

“So, erm, what will you be doing? Can I ask?”

Her eyes were dancing with excitement. “I’m going to pretend to be a naughty schoolgirl, and they will be the teachers who punish me. I’ll get my bum spanked and stuff, then they’ll fuck me. Sounds freaky and weird, I guess… but it’s sooooo much fun when you get used to it. Definitely not for the little ones, though.”

“Yeah, I get that! I’m sure it’s fun and everything for you… but, er, I think I’ll pass.”

Henri gave me a pat on the bum as we joined the others in the living room. “I don’t blame you, Poppy. Stick to what you know for now.”

***

An hour or so later, Kiki’s dining table had been moved against the wall, and most of the chairs had been taken away. The result was a big open space with plenty of room to unwind… and enough space for fifteen women and girls to enjoy a full-on orgy. One chair remained in the centre of the room, the one I’d been seated in when Celeste went down on me before we went out to dinner. I figured Kiki had left that chair where it was so we could play a few more turns of Draw a Name.

We were waiting for Mum and the girls to return before the real fun got started, but things were definitely starting to heat up. Henri had put some music on, and Nicole and Lottie were dancing. Lottie had removed her dress and was dancing in nothing but a small black G-string and heels. They were dancing in a very sexy way, grinding their bodies together. Mia and I were watching them in between kisses and caresses. I loved the feel of the silk stockings she wore, and kept running my hands up and down her legs.

Suddenly the little ones came racing out into the main room, all of them still naked, Mum followed soon after. She’d put her dress back on for some reason, but couldn’t conceal that freshly fucked look.

She sat down next to Mia and me. “So how was it?” I asked her.

“Words fail me, sweetie,” Mum answered. “Honestly, it was just sheer bliss. All those little hands and mouths, making love to me at once…” She fanned herself with her hand. “I’m still weak at the knees. It was the loveliest gift imaginable, Poppy, and I adore you for giving it.”

I was about to say something soppy when I heard the buzzer for the gate. As far as I knew, all the guests were there… but when a hush went around the room, I could tell that something special was about to happen, and it was probably a surprise for me.

Kiki opened the door to reveal a very tall blonde woman. She was stunningly beautiful, in her early twenties, with a figure to die for. As she entered, Kiki took her long mac style coat and hung it up. The woman was wearing a tight black cocktail dress, black mesh stockings and stilettos. I thought she looked like a catwalk model.

She followed Kiki across the room, and my heart began to pound like crazy. This sexy stranger was heading my way, and there I was in skimpy undies, my pearl-adorned pussy on full show.

I stood up to be polite; Mia did too.

“Poppy, this is Erin,” said Kiki.

I offered my hand, but she kissed me on both cheeks instead. With a big warm smile, Erin said, “It’s lovely to meet you, Poppy, I’ve heard so much about you… and let me say that you’re even more beautiful than I expected. Oh, and happy birthday!”

Lola and Lexi were half-hiding behind their mothers, peeking at the newcomer. Evie wasn’t hiding, but she did have a hand over her slit. As for Lilly, she didn’t seem to be bothered. In fact, she appeared to be very interested in our guest. But Erin didn’t take any notice of the others – which was sort of odd, considering how they were dressed – or undressed!.

“Thank you,” I said, feeling myself blush as everyone watched us. Something was about to happen, but what could it be?

“Are you really only eleven?” Erin asked. “I thought you were older at first.”

“Um… it’s the heels and the makeup, I guess?”

She nodded. “Those are great shoes. And I love your chain harness, you look divine in it.”

“Aw, thanks. You look wonderful, too. Are you a friend of Kiki’s?”

“I am. Kiki and I go a long way back. But tonight, it’s you I’ve come to see.”

I’d suspected that to be the case, but it wasn’t enough to keep me from squeaking, “Me?” like I couldn’t believe it.

Erin laughed. “Yes, you. Tell me, Poppy… have you ever had a lap dance?”

I didn’t even know what that was, but something told me I was going to like it very much. “No, I haven’t.”

“We’d better set that straight then, hadn’t we? Come along, love.”

She took my hand, led me to the chair and sat me down. Everyone gathered around, standing back far enough to give us some room. I looked up at Mum, a surprised shiver racing through me when I saw her holding a video camera, recording this.

Erin bent down and whispered in my ear, “I’m going to dance for you, love. Normally there’s a no-touching rule… but since you’re not a fella, I’ll let you do it. I may touch you, too, if that’s okay.”

“That’s very okay,” I beamed.

She kissed me on the forehead, “Kiki’s right, you are very sweet. Okay… just relax.”

She gave a thumbs up and the music started. It was a dance track, played extremely loud. Erin walked around my chair and stood behind me, gyrating and running her hands over my chest. Everyone was cheering and clapping, shouting things that I couldn’t hear over the music. Erin came round the front and bent over, wiggling her bum at me. Her dress rode up, and I saw her stocking tops.

She danced and swayed around the space we had cleared, going over to different people, dancing right in front of them and even rubbing her body against theirs. She even went over to the four little ones and danced for them. Lilly grinned up at Erin as if she wanted to crawl right under her skirt, and though Lexi and Lola were still nestled against their mum, they seemed a lot less timid than before.

Erin executed a perfect spin, then slowly peeled the dress off, revealing a lace bra and tiny French knickers. I was hypnotised by her. The way she did everything in time to the music while always keeping her moments slow and sensual really did my head in. I was sure there would be a great big puddle in the chair when she was done with me.

I was just building up the courage to touch her when Erin suddenly straddled me, putting one leg on either side of mine so her crotch was inches away from my face. She wiggled and swayed and bent like a willow. I put a hand on her leg, and she smiled at me. Then I began to caress both thighs, running my hands over them.

Giving me a wink, she reached behind, unclasped her bra and carelessly tossed it away to cheers from the crowd. Erin’s generous breasts were now bare but for black tassels dangling from her nipples. Her eyes seemed to be daring me to be bold, so I reached out and played with the tassels, then covered those amazing tits with both hands. Gosh, that was exciting, feeling her up like that while she danced for me.

Turning back to the others, Erin began to work the small but very excited crowd, making those tassels spin like crazy. It was totally awesome! She worked her way around the dance floor, gliding, strutting and flirting with everyone. At one point, she paused to stroke Lilly’s face, and I thought my little sister might go into a swoon on the spot.

Moving back to the centre, Erin made a big deal of easing her French knickers off, leaving her in just a tiny g-string. She tossed those warm panties to Mia, who immediately pressed them to her face and inhaled deeply. Then Erin moved toward me, doing a lewd strut that made my mouth water.

At my age, I’d seen lots of women I thought of as sexy, but I’d never been exposed to a woman quite like Erin, who knew how to harness the pure power of sex and make it work for her. She must drive the blokes bleeding mental when she performs for them, I told myself, though I liked to think that she preferred to dance for other women.

She certainly seemed to be into it as she ground her body into mine for a long while, pressing all her bits against me. I felt her bum and boobs for a bit and touched her pussy a few times, but mostly I just sat back and enjoyed what Erin was doing.

The best bit was when I finally got to peel off her g-string, slowly revealing a beautiful shaved pussy. She was so close, I could smell her scent. Then, while I was breathing it in, Erin shoved me back into the chair and stuffed the g-string into my mouth.

God, I could taste her! Right then, I’d have given anything to get my face between Erin’s legs.

Once again, she moved around the room, showing her body off, bending over and giving everyone a good view of her cunt. A few times, she even reached back and spread the cheeks of her arse, putting her bumhole on display. She even did that for Lola and Lexi, and they squealed with delight. By then, the twins were whispering to each other, their shyness was completely gone. I knew what they wanted, too – an hour or two in bed with this incredible woman. By then, we all did.

The finale was amazing. Erin laid on the floor at an angle so we could all see, then began to rub her clit with one hand and finger herself with the other. There was a pink vibrator nearby with the rest of her things, and she picked it up, turned it on, then shoved the length of it in her cunt and fucked herself hard.

Mum and Henri were openly masturbating, and I noticed others shifting about and looking like they would be touching themselves soon. Even better, Nicole had both arms wrapped around Lottie, a hand buried in her eldest daughter’s shorts as they watched the show.

As Erin thrust the vibrator in and out of herself with increasing ferocity, she began to tremble. Then she let loose with a sharp scream, and oh my gosh, she just exploded. A gush of liquid shot out of her pussy with such force that we all jumped. It must have gone six feet or more, narrowly missing Emma and Beth. Mind you, I’m sure they wouldn’t have minded if it had soaked them.

Erin squirmed through a shuddering orgasm, then got to her feet and took a bow to rapturous applause. Strutting back to where I sat, she gave me a deep, sexy kiss with her tongue, then whispered, “God, you’re so fucking hot, little girl.”

“Thank you,” I replied, suddenly bashful. “I… I love how you dance.”

What Erin did next surprised me more than anything. She padded over to where her things were and retrieved a black leather handbag. Fishing about inside, she took out a business card.

She handed it to me. “Okay, I must be crazy to do this… but here, this has my number. I’ve never been with a girl as young as you, but, well… you’re pretty hard to resist. So if you’d ever like to hang out sometime, call me.” She was actually blushing!

I was totally chuffed. This hot, sexy stripper had just given eleven-year-old me her number! All I could say was, “Thanks, I’ll call you.” She gave me a saucy wink, then went to gather up her things.

It would’ve been lovely to have Erin stay, but she had somewhere else to be that evening. “A bachelor party,” I heard her tell Kiki with a sigh. “Won’t be nearly as fun as this was.” Erin made her way to Kiki’s downstairs bathroom to tidy herself up before she left.

When I told Mum about Erin giving me her number, she was as shocked as I was, but did agree we could invite her over for dinner one evening. Lilly was so excited that she was doing a dance of her own.

Kiki suddenly clapped her hands to get everyone’s attention. “Okay, time to get this party started,” she said, Ladies, if you’re wearing a dress, remove it now. Everyone is to be in their undies or completely nude from this point on!”

There were wolf whistles and laughter as the women and girls began to abandon their clothes. Within a couple of minutes, everyone was now at least topless and about half were wearing knickers of one kind or another.. Me, Mia, Nicole and Emma were the only ones wearing stockings. Mine and Nicole’s were black, Mia’s white and Emma’s natural. I was the only one with a suspender belt, which made me feel special.

When everyone had stripped and the noise had died down, Kiki spoke up again. “It’s time for the next round of Draw a Name! Chrissie, you got called up last time, so it’s your turn to draw from the bag.”

Chrissie came over to the empty chair where Kiki and Henri stood on either side. She was wearing high heels and red, see-through bikini-style knickers. She stuck her hand into the bag that Henri was holding and passed the folded piece of paper to Kiki, who smiled when she saw it.

“The names on the card are… Lola and Lexi!”

Everyone clapped and encouraged the twins, who went skipping happily over to their mother, not quite sure what was happening. Chrissie knelt down to their height and spoke to them. We couldn’t hear what she was saying but the twins’ eyes lit up. Then Chrissie straightened, slipped her knickers off and sat on the chair with her bum perched near the edge of the seat.

“Come on, girls – show everyone how you make Mummy come,” Chrissie glanced up at the assembled group and smiled. “Lucky me, I get to experience this nearly every day!”

The twins were already naked, and when one knelt down to kiss her mother’s pussy she had to stick her bum out, giving all of us a good look at her pretty pink holes. Meanwhile, her twin – I still couldn’t tell them apart – went for Chrissie’s clit.

So there they were, two adorable naked five-year-olds, making love to their mummy with all the childlike enthusiasm I‘d experienced with them that same morning.

I was ready for everyone to see my cunt, so I carefully slipped out of my pearl string knickers and put them on a nearby bookshelf. Now all I had on was stockings, heels and that sexy chain harness. Perching on the arm of an overstuffed chair, I began to rub my clit.

Kiki approached me and said, “Would the birthday girl like some help?”

“Oh yes, please!”

She knelt down in front of me, I bent my knees a little and she licked my slit while I watched the twins bring their mother off. I came quickly and hard on Kiki, who was fingering me while her tongue worked its magic. The smell and sounds of sex filled the room as Chrissie and several others had orgasms.

I felt like being wild, so when I came, I cried out, “Lick my cunt… oh yeah, lick my fucking cunt!” It felt so deliciously naughty, swearing like that in front of grown-ups. Mind you, getting oral sex in front of an audience seemed perfectly normal to me by then.

When Chrissie had recovered, she got to her feet. Everyone gave them a round of applause, then the twins took a bow, and we clapped even harder.

Kiki took the floor again, “Right then, everyone… I think it’s high time we got down and dirty!” There was loud cheering and whistling, then Henri, who was completely naked, stepped forward carrying two strap-on cocks. She handed one to Kiki, then mother and daughter stepped into the harnesses, buckling them around their waists. Kiki’s was purple like the one I owned, while Henri’s was bright pink.

Once the dildos were securely in place, Kiki smiled at my mum. “Heather, are you ready?”

“Oh, yes,” Mum said, taking off her knickers. Now nude, she came forward. “Let’s do this.”

I felt a rush of heat surge through me. Mum was going to do a sex show with Kiki and Henri!

“Henrietta, darling, let’s get her lubed up,” said Kiki, squirting a dollop of clear, thick liquid into her hand from a small green bottle, which she passed to Henri. Kiki rubbed the fluid into Mum’s cunt from behind, though I noticed that she dabbed some in the crack of her arse, too. Henri was massaging my mother’s vulva from the front, taking the opportunity to share a few heated tongue kisses with her.

Mum was in ecstasy, letting herself be kissed, fondled and felt up. Watching her, I was getting worked up myself. Oh sure, I’d just had an orgasm moments ago, but somehow my hand still managed to find its way between my legs.

Kiki took Mum in her arms for a passionate kiss, then bent her over. I was surprised how flexible my mother was, she managed to fold herself all the way forward and grab both ankles while still standing, presenting her anus and pussy to us all. Clutching Mum’s hips, Kiki wasted no time sliding the purple dildo into her.

“Oh! Oh, yes, Kiki. That’s it, lover.”

With her usual grace and elegance, Kiki fucked Mum with slow, steady strokes for awhile, then she made way for Henri, who was much more forceful, her belly slapping against Mum’s arse with every thrust.

They fucked Mum in a variety of positions to warm her up, then Kiki got Mum on all fours. This time, instead of putting the dildo in her pussy, she slipped in her bum! Mum was taking the purple dildo an inch at a time, and it was plain to see how much she loved it. She had a hand between her legs rubbing her clit as Kiki eased her cock in further and further.  When the dildo was all the way inside Mum’s arse, she gave a long, low moan that made me shiver with excitement.

That was when Henri came over to me, still sporting that big pink willy. I remember thinking that it must feel awfully weird having something like that dangling between your legs all the time. It was glistening with Mum’s fluids, and I hoped Henri would ask if I wanted a taste.

Instead, she offered me something far better. “Would you like to put this on and use it to fuck your mum? She wants it in the cunt and bum at the same time.”

I was about to jump up screaming, “Yes!” but then something occurred to me. “Um, I’d love to… but, well, I’ve got no idea how to use it. I’ve never worn one.”

“Oh, it’s easy-peasy,” Henri said. “All you have to do is strap it on, then lie down on the carpet. Your mum will do the rest.”

I went from hesitant to eager in a flash. “Cool! Okay, I’m in.”

“You will be, too!” Henri said, grinning as she unfastened the harness. “Oh, by the way, this thing has an extra bit that goes inside you when you wear it. You’ll be fine – it’s not very big.”

While Henri helped me get the apparatus fastened round my waist, Mum was getting fucked hard in the bum by Kiki. Looking around, everyone was either touching themselves or someone else. Lottie and Nicole knelt next to each other, each with a hand between the other’s legs. Lilly and Evie were sitting on the floor, legs wide open and masturbating.

The short, bulbous bit of the strap-on did go in me easily, especially as I was so wet, and it already had Henri’s juices all over it. “Hell’s bells, this feels weird!” I exclaimed. “But I kinda like it.”

“Nice, eh? Sometimes you can get yourself off while you’re fucking someone else.”

Henri helped me lie down on my back, and Kiki took that as her cue. She withdrew from Mum, and they came over to me.

“Hey, sweetie, having fun?” Mum asked as she knelt astride me, leaning down for a kiss.

“Soooo much fun, Mum. Best birthday ever!”

“I’m glad you’re enjoying it – I am too. Listen, in a minute, there’s going to be a grand finale, with you as the star.”

“Me? Gosh, what’s going to happen?”

“D’you recognise the purple dildo Kiki’s wearing?”

“Yeah, it looks like the one I have at home.”

“It is yours! My idea is that we’ll put on a Webb Family sex show for everyone here. I’ll fuck you with your dildo, while you eat your sister’s pussy. How does that sound?”

“Wow, that sounds totally awesome!”

Mum laughed. “I thought you’d say that. But before that happens, are you ready to fuck me?”

“Absolutely! So, er, what do you want me to do?”

“Just lay right where you are, sweetie.”

I couldn’t see what she was doing but I felt Mum reach down between her legs and fiddle with the dildo I wore. As she moved about and carefully mounted it, the bulbous end moved about inside me – and I gasped at how that felt. “Okay, Kiki,” Mum said. “I’m ready.”

Kiki’s face appeared over my mother’s shoulder, her brow furrowed in concentration. Mum waited, then her eyes went wide as Kiki’s cock pushed into her arse. “Ohhhhhhh,” Mum groaned. “That’s it.” She began to move on top of me.

Everyone had formed a circle around us, watching the action unfold. I was looking up at Emma’s lovely orange bush, glistening with her juices as she circled her clit with a finger. Mia had both arms wrapped around Evie, smiling at me while she masturbated her little sister.

Up above me, Mum was making noises I was very familiar with. She was close to getting off, I could tell that much. She and Kiki were moving in the same rhythm, each stroke moving the dildo. And each time it moved, the bit inside me moved too.

The feeling was fast becoming very pleasurable. I wondered, If it was just me and Mum fucking, there’d be a way for her ride this thing and bring me off, too. I made a mental note to try it later. Maybe Mia and I could also fool around with it.

I could hear orgasms kicking off around us, I couldn’t see her, but I heard my little sister coming, as well as one other child and at least a couple of adults.

“Oh God, I’m c-c-coming! Ohhhhhhhh!” Mum shrieked. Her body jerked, and a jolt of pleasure shot through me as the bulb inside my vagina jerked too. Now my mother was shaking in tiny little quivers, and she actually dribbled on me a little. Thanks for that, Mum, I thought, wiping it off my face. I was smiling, though..

Kiki finally pulled out of my mother’s arse, then Mum raised herself up from me, my dildo popping out of her cunt with a juicy sound. Now on her knees, she gave me a deep tongue kiss, then whispered, “Ready for the grande finale?”

“Uh-huh, I’m ready.”

Kiki unfastened the strap-on and said, “I’ve got to wash this off. Be right back.” And she padded from the room.

Why’s she doing that? I wondered, but didn’t say anything. I asked Mum later, though, and she told me something I didn’t know: you should never put a sex toy into your vagina if it’s just been used for anal, not without cleaning it first. Otherwise, you could get a nasty infection.

Soon Kiki emerged with the freshly scrubbed dildo and handed it to Mum. While she was putting it on, I took mine off. My sister Lilly had joined Mum and me, now naked and looking very thrilled indeed.

Kiki faced our audience. “Ladies, we’ve saved the best for last. In case you haven’t noticed, our little birthday girl Poppy isn’t quite as innocent as she looks.”

Shaking the chain harness I was still wearing, I said, “You call this looking innocent?”

“Ha! You’ve got me there, darling. Not so innocent tonight, that’s for sure. Speaking of which, are you ready?”

“Yup, I’m ready,” I said. I was excited and not nervous at all. I’d fucked myself with that purple dildo loads of times by then, and I could always count on Mum to know what she’s doing when it came tt sex..

“Ladies, I present to you…The Webb Family in a beautiful display of incestuous love, featuring Poppy Webb’s first time on the receiving end of a strap-on!”

There was a round of applause with lots of encouragement and excited oohs and ahhs. Mum led Lilly and me over to where a big comfy pile of cushions had been spread out on the floor. We laid down together and began to share kisses and caresses.

Soon we were getting sexual, sucking each other’s nipples and touching pussies, warming ourselves up as well as the crowd. They especially loved it when Lilly finger fucked me and Mum at the same time.

When she thought I was ready, Mum gently laid me on my back. “Once we’ve started, I’ll get Lilly to sit on your face,” she whispered.

I shook my head, giving my sister a lustful look. “No. I want her pussy now.”

Mum had to smile at that. “Okay, sweetie.” I knew how happy it made her, having daughters who loved each other the way Lily and I did… even if our love wasn’t as strong until we started having sex.

Lilly quickly straddled my face. There it was, the familiar scent and sight of my little sister’s cunt. Her eyes were filled with delight as she gazed down at me, using two fingers to part her puffy lips.

I licked the tiny button of Lilly’s clit as Mum’s fingers probed my pussy. Then I felt the cool caress of lube being applied to my vulva, followed by the tip of the dildo as it nudged past the entrance of my vagina. Mum grasped the back of my knees, lifting them up and apart, penetrating me deeper.

I could feel the close presence of the crowd, gathered in a tight circle around us. Emma was standing close by, near enough for Lilly to lean sideways and bury her mouth in those fiery orange pubes.

Mum carefully eased the dildo inside me, far more slowly than I did when using it on myself. When I first tried the toy with Mum and Henri, it looked and felt huge, but after a few weeks of practice I was well used to the size and had come to love the feeling of my vagina being completely full. I remembered Henri telling me, “My advice is to use it as often as you can.” Now I found myself wondering if her motive had been to prepare me for this evening.

My head swam as the dildo slid in and out, going a bit further each time. Finally I heard a gasp from the crowd, then Mum saying, “There… all the way in, nice and easy.”

Then she really started fucking me. The rhythm built up faster and Mum’s strokes were harder than I’d ever done to myself. My legs were now pushed right back over my shoulders, and Lilly was helping Mum by gripping my ankles while she fed me her cunt. In this position, which Mum called the pile driver, I could really feel the dildo going deep, deeper than I’d been able to manage by myself.

After fucking me like this for a bit, Mum switched us about. First she got on her back and I rode her cowgirl style, while Lily sat on Mum’s face. I enjoyed that a lot. It gave me the ability to take as much or as little of the dildo as I wanted, plus I could play with clit easily. Lilly was facing me, so we kissed like lovers and touched each other everywhere we could reach.

Soon I went off in an orgasm, as did Lilly – and several of the others who were watching. Nicole’s climax was especially loud; she had Emma’s twelve-year-old daughter Beth licking her clit while she took in the lewd sex show we were putting on.

I was still on the tail end of my climax when Mum moved me into the last position, on all fours. I’d never tried masturbating that way with the dildo before, so it was a new sensation. I was quickly learning that being penetrated felt different nearly every time, depending on the angle and position I was in. At that particular moment, I was on top of my sister in a sixty-nine while Mum was doing me from behind.

Even though I was still recovering from that last orgasm, my sexual appetite came roaring back as Lilly sucked my clit and Mum pounded me with the purple dildo. By then, I’d forgotten anyone was watching me. The world was reduced to two things: the hot, hard tug and thrust taking place in my vagina, coupled with the sweet taste and earthy scent of my baby sister’s pussy.

It all got a bit hazy for a while. I’m not sure how it finished up, but I remember lots of shouts and cheering.

Someone was touching me. At first, I thought it was Mum, but it was Emma and Kiki who helped me up and practically had to almost carry me over to the sofa. Mia, who was stripped off to her white lace top hold-ups, was seated at one end. The gentle hands of my adult lovers laid me down so my head was resting in her lap, then draped a blanket over my exhausted body.

Mia gazed down at me, her beautiful face radiant with love. “Shhhh… time to sleep,” she whispered, stroking my hair.

I drifted off, serenaded by the sounds of lesbian sex taking place around me.

On to Chapter 21!

 

Ripples, Chapter 31

  • Posted on August 24, 2022 at 5:00 pm

by Sapphmore & JetBoy

As the Matthews sisters made their way into Jessica’s bedroom, Stella was ushering Alice into hers. eagerly followed by the giggling twins. All four of them were nude. Perhaps in anticipation of the sex play they were about to indulge in, Lacey was already hugging Sienna from behind, reaching around to cup her sister’s vulva.

Once inside, Alice now had a good look at the lavishly decorated room she’d only briefly glimpsed on her previous visit. Stella stood by to let Alice take it all in, seeing the surroundings through the girl’s eyes.

Naturally, there were pieces of art dotted about: a couple of nude bronzes, a few small photos and paintings depicting female bodies, some solo and some with two or three entwined forms, and a large oil painting dominating one wall on which she recognised the twins – naked, bodies twined together, their breasts and genitals strategically covered.

Turning to Stella, Alice asked, “Did you paint this? It’s really good.”

“Yes, Alice – the others, too.”

Lacey spoke up. “Mum has even more paintings of us – photos too. But we don’t put those up, ‘cos they’re a bit too naughty. We’ve even got some really hot videos, but we save them for…”

Stella shot her a warning glance, unseen by Alice.

…um, y’know, family movie nights,” the teen finished.

Stella caressed Alice’s arm. “We’ll have to see how naughty I feel when I paint you, love.” She sat down on the edge of her bed with the twins taking a place on either side, like some kind of nudist interviewing panel.

“So, Alice… as you see, we three have a somewhat unconventional mother-daughter relationship. Now you know the truth about us, what do you think?”

Alice knew she had to be careful here, so as not to give away her own family secret… at least until Mum decided it was okay. “I think it’s pretty cool. I mean, you’re not hurting anyone. So, um, how long have you been having sex together?”

Stella said, “Since the girls were ten.”

Sienna piped up. “We used to watch Mum with her girlfriends… then one night when she didn’t have one, we decided that her new girlfriends should be us!”

“That very evening, these little vixens crept into my bed and let me know in no uncertain terms that they wanted to be my new lovers.” She wrapped an arm around each twin, hugging them to her. “We’ve been fucking ever since.”

Alice detected a faint smile on Stella’s lips, and realised that the woman was waiting for her to react. She felt a twinge of nervousness, certain that her mum’s friend was harbouring strong suspicions about Alice and her family.

She’s waiting for me to tell them, Alice thought. But that only strengthened the girl’s resolve to do as Mum asked, to keep their secret. She smiled at Stella and the girls, saying nothing.

Clearly realising that Alice wasn’t ready to give anything away, Stella carried on. “Well, that’s enough about how we got here. I think it’s about time to see if what the twins say about you is true.” She held out a hand towards Alice, who took it and stepped forward, looking down at the nude woman and liking what she saw.

Stella seemed equally pleased. “You are exquisite,” she murmured, lightly running a fingertip over Alice’s nipple, making the young girl shiver. She cupped Alice’s face, drawing the girl close until their mouths met in a slow, sensuous kiss that lasted nearly a minute. While they kissed, Lacey and Sienna busied themselves caressing their mum’s bare body.

When they finally parted, Stella gave the twelve-year-old an appreciative look. “Mmmm, you’re a marvellous kisser, my sweet. You’ve been practising with your girlfriend, I can tell… Bella, isn’t it?”

Alice could only nod, already anticipating what lay ahead.

Stella turned to her daughters in turn, giving each one a brief but extremely heated kiss. She stretched out on the bed, gazing at Alice while slowly opening her legs. Sienna and Lacey positioned themselves at their mum’s side, then all three of them peered expectantly at their new playmate.

The reality of Alice’s first sexual foray outside the home was now sinking in. The twins weren’t much older than she was, so that had been like making love with her sisters, but Stella was something else again… an adult woman who wasn’t part of her extended family. The prospect was a little scary, but that only fed into Alice’s excitement.

Stella placed a finger at the bottom of her vaginal cleft and trailed it slowly upward, dipping it briefly into the juicy opening before she brought it up to her mouth. Sienna gave Lacey a nod, then the twins reached out, each gently placing fingers on either side of their mother’s labia, parting them to expose the fleshy spear of the woman’s clitoris.

Stella spoke. “No need to wait for an invite, Alice.” Her eyes seemed to beckon, saying, All yours, pretty girl. All yours.

The twelve-year-old crawled onto the bed, ready for action. She briefly studied the shaved vulva and the pink flesh on display, marvelling yet again at the wondrous variety of pussies she’d encountered since discovering her true sexuality – each one different, every one beautiful. Moving closer, she placed both hands on Stella’s thighs. Glancing up to see three faces smiling at her, Alice bent down to take her first lick.

She threw herself into the task at hand, combining and alternating lips, tongue, teeth and fingers on every inch of Stella’s cunt, determined to prove that she wasn’t some curious young girl experimenting with her sexuality. All thoughts of restraint abandoned, Alice eagerly set about demonstrating her skills as a lover.

***

That first lick sent a shiver of anticipation coursing through Stella’s body. The fierce need she’d carried for Alice since first encountering her at the barbecue had been massing and building all day – especially during their time together at the gallery. Now the sexy twelve-year-old was going down on her, and it was even better than she’d hoped. Stella knew her first climax would be a ferocious one, and it was going to happen very soon.

Stella’s head was spinning from Alice’s oral attack, her fogged brain barely able to formulate a coherent thought other than, My God, this girl is incredible! There’s no bloody way she learned this just from practising with Rachel’s daughter. 

What memories she had of Bella were dim, but she recalled a shy, quiet little girl who mostly stuck close to her mum.  No. Someone else taught Alice to eat pussy like that. But who? She hoped to find out.

***

Eager to get into the action, the twins teamed up to pleasure their mother. Lacey claimed Stella’s mouth in a hungry French kiss, while Sienna made love to her mum’s breasts. Then, exchanging bad-girl grins, they quickly switched places.

As Stella’s ecstasy mounted, she began to writhe and jerk on the bed. The twins glanced at each other again, clearly sharing the same thought.

When Sienna and Lacey discussed this sleepover with Mum a couple of days prior, there had been much speculation about whether Alice had been experimenting sexually with her younger sisters… or even with her mother. For that matter, could Rachel and her daughters be involved? They could only speculate, but the conversation had Stella and the twins so worked up that they stripped off right there and fucked on the living room floor.

Now, Alice was there, going down on their mum, and clearly making a spectacular job of it. In fact, she’d already taken Stella to the edge of orgasm several times without allowing her to go over.

Lacey and Sienna exchanged another knowing glance. They still weren’t sure who’d taught Alice how to eat pussy like that, but it hadn’t been her little girlfriend Bella Thomas.

Watching the twelve-year-old in action, Sienna found herself longing for the same kind of attention. She gave her mother one last passionate kiss, then crawled to the upholstered headboard and propped her back against it. Swinging a leg over Stella’s head, she lowered her sex to the woman’s waiting mouth. A blissful sigh escaped her lips as Mum’s warm, wet tongue went to work.

Lacey studied her sister, enthralled. Ever since she and Sienna first became lovers, the sight of her twin in sexual rapture always gave Lacey pleasure. Sometimes she pretended to be watching herself, thinking That’s how I look when her tongue is in me. Kneeling next to Sienna, she drew her sibling into a heated kiss. Sienna responded immediately, moaning into Lacey’s mouth as she continued to ride their mum’s face.

Suddenly Lacey broke away from her sister, scampering off the bed and onto her feet. Moving to the end of the bed, she stood over Alice, licking her lips as she stared at the girl’s exposed holes. She looks good enough to eat, Lacey told herself. And I’m feeling awfully hungry right now…

***

Still busy gulping down the copious flow of nectar from Stella’s cunt, Alice briefly paused as she felt one of the twins guide her into a kneeling position, then a hot, slippery tongue licked an upward path through her slit, gliding over the pucker of her anus. With a happy sigh, she returned to servicing Stella, taking the woman’s clitoris between her lips.

Glancing up to see Sienna astride her mum’s face, Alice marvelled at the reality of another family living the same taboo life as her own. I wonder how many more there are like us? she mused. Mummies secretly in love with their little girls, daughters who dream about seeing their mums naked. How many of them ever get to do something about those feelings? 

The very idea dazzled her. There’s got to be more families like ours, Alice told herself. There’s got to be! How could you settle for sex with a boy, once you’ve tasted love with your beautiful mummy?

The prospect of a wider circle of lesbian mums and daughters spurred her lust even higher. Trying not to let herself be distracted by the warm mouth that was attending to her outthrust holes, Alice slid two fingers into Stella’s vagina, then worked her thumb into the older woman’s anus. It was a technique she’d recently learned from Rachel, one she was eager to try out on her new lover.

Within sixty seconds, Stella was screaming her way through a pussy-muffled climax, her body shuddering frantically before she went completely limp, panting for breath. Lifting her face from the woman’s mound, then slowly withdrawing her fingers, Alice relaxed, resting on Stella’s quivering, sweat-glazed belly as if it was a pillow. Her arse was still raised, her cunt presented to Lacey, who was exploring its delights with a nimble, darting tongue.

It felt so good that Alice soon found herself unable to remain motionless. She had to raise herself up on both arms, gently rocking forward and back as a blissful haze enveloped her whole, the feeling she always got when an orgasm was beginning to build inside.

***

Up above, Sienna had dismounted her mum’s head and was bending down to kiss her, purring contentedly as she licked her own juices from Stella’s mouth and cheeks. Glancing at Alice, whose eyes were closed while she swayed to and fro, Sienna crawled toward Jessica’s daughter. Cupping the younger girl’s chin, she guided Alice’s lips to hers, and they kissed.

***

Struggling up onto both elbows, Stella watched her daughters make love to Alice. Sienna’s tongue was flickering in and out of the girl’s mouth like a flame, while Lacey knelt at the foot of the bed, dreamy-eyed with pleasure as she licked Alice’s anus. Stella pushed herself into a sitting position to get a better view of the action. Drinking in the lewd spectacle before her, she felt a rush of satisfaction that was quickly replaced by a longing for a taste of her friend’s daughter.

“Girls,” Stella called, and her daughters interrupted their work to look in her direction. “Mummy wants some time with our guest, too.”

Lacey and Sienna obligingly withdrew, and Alice opened her eyes to see a smiling Stella seated before her. The older woman reached out to cup Alice’s face in both hands, drawing her forward into a kiss. She tasted her cunt on the youngster’s lips, then allowed her tongue to delve into the twelve-year-old’s mouth.

When she broke away, Stella murmured, “Well, Alice, I have to say I agree with the girls; you have quite the bag of tricks. It’s easy to see that you’ve practised an awful lot with your girlfriend. The next time you come by for a sleepover, you simply must invite her.” Reaching out to touch Alice’s nipple, she circled the tender bud with a fingertip. “But for now, since both my girls have sampled your honey pot, I think it’s about time I had a taste.”

Taking Alice by her shoulders, Stella turned the girl round and gently laid her down on the bed, exactly where she’d been lying herself moments earlier. She moistened her lips at the sight of Alice’s reddened vulva, its soft down now glistening with her juices and Lacey’s saliva. Leaning in closer to breathe in the heady scent of pussy, Stella draped Alice’s legs over her shoulders, then took a long, slow lick through the sweet pink slit.

Stella had hungered for Jessica’s daughter ever since the young girl turned up at her afternoon patio party a few weeks earlier, and she’d obsessed about Alice ever since. Spending the day with her at the gallery had only whetted those desires… and waiting in the kitchen while the girls were fucking Alice upstairs had proven to be more than she could stand.

Now the prize was in Stella’s grasp. This lovely, eager, nymphet was spread out before her, completely on display and ready to be loved. Animal instinct told Stella to take what she wanted, to devour Alice in a lustful frenzy. But no; this tasty treat was meant to be savoured, lingered over. She used her tongue to toy with the vaginal cleft, her lips gently tugged at the thin labia, and her fingers lingered at the twin entrances to the twelve-year-old’s cunt and anus.

***

The twins had been seated on either side of their mum, but now they moved – Lacey onto the bed beside Alice, Sienna behind her mum. Lacey reached out to stroke Alice’s nipples before dipping down to take one between her lips, blocking Alice’s view of Stella. After a few moments, Lacey met Alice’s eyes, then moved up to kiss her, their tongues engaging in a playful duel.

Observing the action over Stella’s shoulder, Sienna reached round to cup her mum’s breast, rolling the nipple between finger and thumb. At the same time, her free hand found its way down to the crease of her mother’s bum cheeks, to seek out Stella’s lust-slicked cunt, where she briefly teased her mum’s clitoris before plunging a finger inside. Once it was coated with wetness, she removed that finger and brought it to Stella’s rosebud. Pressing against the taut pucker, it slid easily inside.

***

Stella lavished gentle attention on every part of Alice’s pussy, taking care to only briefly and occasionally stimulate her clitoris. She felt the young blonde writhing below, trying to grind the engorged nubbin into her face, but Stella continued to tease her underage partner.

After a few minutes of play, Stella used Alice’s juices to lubricate two fingers, then carefully placed them at the entrance of the girl’s vagina. As Alice’s body jerked in response to the woman’s tormenting fingers and lips, Stella began to ease those fingers inside, slowly opening the tight ring.

As she sensed Alice was fast approaching climax, Stella abruptly fastened her mouth to the girl’s clitoris, sucking and licking the fleshy button as her fingers sawed in and out of Alice’s freely flowing cunt, the warm juices soaking Stella’s hand. Fucking hell, what a juicy snatch this little minx has!

Withdrawing both fingers to a muffled cry of protest from Alice – who was still snogging Lacy – Stella quickly curled the index finger back inside, seeking the sweet spot she knew would push the young girl over the edge. It took a moment for her to locate, but Stella knew she’d hit the jackpot when Alice jerked violently, breaking away from her kiss, a ragged scream wrenched from her throat.

As Alice gave a final shudder, arching her hips up from the bed, Stella shoved a hand between her legs and began to masturbate, hard and fast. Sienna’s finger was rolling around inside her rectum, and it felt amazing. Soon enough, she was coming again.

Slumping forward, Stella rested her cheek on Alice’s thigh, but the scent of the twelve-year-old’s pussy proved too enticing to resist for very long. Positioning herself once more between the young girl’s legs, she used long slow strokes of her tongue to mop up the traces of nectar that glistened on Alice’s belly, inner thighs and vulva.

That task accomplished, Stella rolled onto her back to rest, giving Alice’s hip a gentle pat, then her eyes flew open when someone took hold of her hand. It was Lacey, who must have noticed the fluids that coated her fingers, evidence of what her mother had just been doing to their new lover. Stella gave her daughter a sleepy smile as Lacey took each finger into her mouth to suck.

Sienna suddenly appeared on Stella’s other side. “Your lips look delicious, Mum,” she said, then bent to kiss her. With a blissful moan, Stella accepted her daughter’s tongue, and they shared Alice’s flavour between them.

As Alice regained her breath and senses, she pushed herself up into a seated position, feeling a pang of renewed arousal at the sight of the twins, tasting her cunt on their mum’s mouth and fingers.

When they noticed that Alice had recovered from her climax, the Morrison trio paused to gaze fondly at their guest. Lacey broke the silence. “Well, that was fun!”

Alice couldn’t suppress a giggle, while Sienna and her mother both grinned.

“Oh, we’re just getting warmed up.” Stella declared. She got to her feet and moved around the room a bit to stretch her limbs, then looked down at a somewhat dazed Alice. Bending down, placing both hands on the bed to support herself, she gave the girl a tender kiss that still radiated passion, then whispered, “Are you ready for more, sweetheart?”

That surge of lust made itself known again, and Alice promptly replied, “Yes, please.”

Stella glanced around the room. Seeing the items she sought on the dresser, she caught Lacey’s eye and nodded in that direction. “Would you mind, darling?”

Lacey swivelled round and, on seeing what her mum wanted, her face lit up. She scampered to the dresser and came back to the bed dangling a pair of objects Alice recognised from her previous visit: two strap-on cocks.

Alice turned to Stella, who instead of reading curiosity on the twelve-year-old’s face, as she’d anticipated, saw a look more akin to… recognition.

At that point, she knew that the suspicions she harboured about Alice and her family had been spot on. There’s no way she learned to use one of these on her own, or with that girl Bella. A woman must have shown her how… and why would she need to keep that woman’s identity a secret from us, unless it was her mum?   

An image of Alice fucking her mum flashed in Stella’s mind like lightning. The impulse was there to question Alice, to get the girl to tell the truth about her relationship with Jess. Instead, she shelved those thoughts for later, reaching out to take the harness from Lacey.

“So, who wants to use these? Do I have any volunteers?”

Alice surprised everyone by throwing her hand up like the class swot. As Stella glanced at the twins, both girls raised their eyebrows. The little minx is full of surprises!

When Stella separated the two harnesses, Sienna reached out to grab the larger of the two and started stepping into the straps. Stella held out the smaller one to Alice, who plucked it from the woman’s hand, turned it over until she had it in the correct position. She bent slightly, lifting one foot through, followed by the other before pulling the harness up, deftly pulling the strap through the buckle and fastening it round her waist.

Stella gave the twelve-year-old an intrigued look. “Well, Alice, you clearly know how to wield a strap-on.”

It was immediately obvious that the girl was fumbling for an explanation. “Er, I’ve seen ladies use these on some of the sex videos me and Bella watched.”

With a wry smile, Stella responded. “Ahh, that explains it.”

Her cheeks flushed pink, Alice quickly averted her eyes, but not soon enough to conceal the realisation that she’d been found out.

Sienna was now lying on the bed, both legs draped over the edge, feet resting on the floor. Stella made a move towards her bedside cabinet for the small bottle of lube placed next to her radio alarm clock, but thought better of it. Instead, she knelt before her daughter and took the jutting latex prick into her mouth, fellating the toy until it glistened.

Turning to Alice, she read anticipation in the girl’s eyes. Firmly grasping the second cock, she lavished it with the same attention, all the while gazing into the twelve-year-old’s eyes. When she was satisfied, she moved to Sienna and straddled her, slowly lowering herself onto the dildo, pivoting her hips a few times to take its full length into her vagina. Bending forward, Stella drew Sienna into her arms, mother claiming daughter’s mouth in a lustful kiss.

***

Alice’s concern at having given herself away was all but forgotten as she watched the latex cock stretch Stella’s cunt, plunging in and slurping out. Then the twins’ mum looked back at her – and Alice knew right away what the woman wanted, without being told.

Drawing close, she placed the tip of her own cock against the fleshy star of Stella’s anus and began to press forward. She felt some resistance, but after a few seconds, the outer sphincter muscle gave way and she slid more easily than she’d expected into the woman’s arse. Stella’s hoarse cry of ecstasy seemed to fill the universe.

Sienna angled her hips upward to meet her mother’s downward motion. Alice hesitated a little before falling into Stella’s rhythm, but she quickly found a groove, thrusting her hips in time with Stella’s backward strokes. The trio of lovers built up a steady tempo, gradually accelerating their pace.

***

Lacey looked on, working out how to fit herself into the mêlée, then grinned as she noticed Alice’s cute bum. Catching the twelve-year-old’s eye, she moved in for a quick but ardent kiss, stroking the girl’s budding breasts. She paused to tweak a nipple, causing Alice to gasp and jerk her hips – which, in turn, caused Stella to moan at the unexpectedly deep thrust.

Lacey trailed her fingers down Alice’s ribs until she was kneeling behind the girl. Placing the palms of both hands on the smooth pale buttocks, she prised them apart to expose Alice’s sphincter, partly concealed by the strap-on’s leather harness. Dipping her head, she bathed it with her tongue, lavishing the dark pink hole. She sensed her mother was nearing a climax, Stella’s backward thrusts growing increasingly frantic.

It was too difficult for Lacey to keep rimming Alice – she was moving too much. Instead, she stood up behind the panting girl and replaced her tongue with a finger, which she inserted up to the third knuckle in Alice’s rectum. With her free hand, she reached round to stroke her new lover’s breasts.

Twisting her head round, Alice stared at Lacey – then the two girls met in a clumsy but heated kiss, their tongues sparring like fighters as the movement of the three joined bodies gradually shifted into overdrive.

***

Stella could feel them massing inside, tremors of growing ecstasy steadily pushing her toward something huge. She loved being taken in both holes at once, and the experience was just as awe-inspiring as ever. Especially so when it’s a sexy twelve-year-old girl who’s plowing my arse, helped out by my beautiful lesbian daughters…

Her climax hit like a body blow, crashing into Stella before she expected it. She emitted a guttural scream, throwing her head back, trembling helplessly. One, two, three violent jerks convulsed her frame, then she slowly went limp, slumping down onto Sienna, who wrapped both arms around the woman and held her close. Alice carefully withdrew the cock until it fell free from Stella’s arse.

Somehow, Stella mustered up the strength to push herself up, dipping her head to briefly kiss Sienna before the other dildo slipped out of her well-fucked cunt, standing upright just long enough to flop onto the bed. She looked up at her other daughter, who was sharing a deep, relaxed kiss with the underage nymph who had just sodomised her, and gave both girls a sleepy smile.

As Stella watched them, Lacey suddenly broke away from their guest, dropped to her knees, and engulfed the dildo jutting up from Sienna’s hips with her mouth, humming with pleasure as she sampled her mother’s honey. What a wonderful sight, Stella thought. My baby girl still loves the taste of her mummy.

Noticing that Alice was standing to one side observing the twins, Stella sat up to face the girl, swinging her feet to the floor. She paused to savour the sight of a young female sporting a strap-on cock… an image that always struck her as intensely erotic. A few times, she’d been rogered by girls who were even younger than Jessica’s daughter, especially on Switch Nights at the Society meetings.

Toys intended for full-on vaginal penetration weren’t used by most members of the Society when it came to sex with the younger girls, for fear that the kids might get carried away with them, resulting in injuries that could raise dangerous questions. But at home, her daughters loved to wield strap-ons and were well-versed in their use… at least partly, Stella suspected, for the degree of control it gave them over Mommy. And in truth, she did occasionally enjoy submitting fully to the twins, allowing them to use her like a cheap slag.

Alice, too, was clearly comfortable with fake cocks – how to wear one, how to use it. And I very much doubt that she and Rachel’s daughter learned this kind of thing on their own, Stella mused

She bent down to place a soft, sensuous kiss on Alice’s lips. “Thank you, sweetheart. That was… simply marvellous. Now let’s get this contraption off you.”

Alice stood still, for once speechless as she realised the enormity of what she’d just done.

Kneeling before the twelve-year-old, Stella began undoing the buckles until the leather straps lay tangled at Alice’s feet. Before she could step out of them, Stella reached out to caress the young girl’s small breasts, then flicked her tongue at a nipple, then sucked the whole breast into her hot mouth. She reached around Alice’s body to caress a smooth buttock, while the other hand slid up inside a creamy thigh until her finger found the girl’s moist vulva. Pressing against the opening, she eased it inside.

Stella heard a contented sigh, then she felt small hands resting on her head as she nuzzled the soft tummy, breathing in the perfume of Alice’s skin. After a few seconds of slow fingering, Stella took a quick glance over her shoulder, pleased to see the twins in the middle of the bed, twined together in a sixty-nine. Sienna’s strap-on had been unfastened and left on one of the pillows.

Looking back at their guest, she asked Alice, “Shall we join them?”

Alice smiled. “Sure.” With that, she crawled onto the bed, making her way to the raised bum of whichever twin was on top – Lacey, actually. Without hesitation, she parted the pale globes of the teen’s arse and attacked the crevice with her tongue.

Once again, Stella again marvelled at Alice’s seemingly boundless appetite for sex. No doubt about it, the Society is going to adore this girl… every bit as much as they’ll love her mum. Then there’s Jessica’s two little ones – wonder if they’re part of any family sex games? Sienna and Lacey seem to think so…  

She gave her head a little shake to clear it. Enough thinking for now… let’s enjoy this hot sex show! 

Climbing onto the bed, Stella shoved a few pillows against the headboard, then sat back to watch the three blonde girls, her hand dipping between her legs now and then to toy with a very sensitive clit as she watched Alice feast on Lacey’s anus, sometimes dipping her head to share a messy kiss with Sienna.

But when she caught Stella’s eye, Alice abandoned the duo to crawl over to their mother, surprising her again when, instead of taking a kiss or diving between the older woman’s splayed legs, Alice stood just above, holding onto the headboard for balance, and brought her cunt to Stella’s mouth.

The next hour was filled with different combinations of the four blondes, with one or two pausing now and then to catch their breath until, finally, exhaustion had claimed them all. Sienna was the last one to come, and she pulled up the quilt to cover everyone. Stella and Alice were snuggled up in the middle, with one of the twins on each side.

When Stella closed her eyes for the last time that night, a satisfied smile lingered on her face as she recalled the evening’s debauchery. Her final thought before drifting off was, I’ll have a little chat with Alice in the morning. It’s high time for us to lay our cards on the table.

***

Jessica woke early, a habit born from necessity when raising three young girls and running a business. She watched Laura doze for a while, contemplating the ever-expanding sexual dynamics of her family, toying with the notion of waking her for sister another round of lovemaking. After all, we’ve got a lot of time to make up for, Jess thought.

Finally deciding to let Laura sleep, she slipped carefully and quietly from beneath the sheets and padded to the door, plucking her dressing gown from its peg as she left the bedroom.

In the kitchen, she decided to make proper espresso rather than take the quick option of the machine. By the time she’d washed up from last night’s dinner and got out a couple of the small cups and saucers, the silver pot hissed and gurgled. She poured herself a cup of the strong, aromatic coffee, then added a sugar cube with the tiny spoon. She was stirring it when she heard footsteps on the stairs.

She looked up to see a sleepy-eyed Laura in the doorway, barefoot and wearing one of her especially short robes she’d worn to inflame the passions of Rachel and the girls. The sash was loosely tied, but failing to hold it closed.

Jessica’s heart dropped a beat. Fuck me, she looks hot!  

As she checked her sister out from top to bottom, Laura also glanced down at herself. “This is all I could find to wear,” she said. “Is it okay?”

“Of course, Laur. You look good enough to eat. Though coming down naked would have been even nicer.” There was a moment of awkward silence before Jess spoke again. “So… no regrets?”

Laura made her way over to Jess, who was perched on a stool at the breakfast bar. She stood before her sister for a moment, then cupped Jessica’s face in both hands and gave her a loving kiss. Breaking away, she whispered, “None whatsoever.”

Jess got up to fetch the coffee pot from the stove. She poured some into the other cup, nudging it toward her sister. “I’ll bet you could use this.”

“True that.” Laura seated herself on the other stool. “Why didn’t you wake me?”

“Oh, believe me, I was sorely tempted… but you looked so sweet and peaceful, I thought I’d let you lie in.”

“I’m an early bird most days, but I guess that was a big night.” Laura took a sip of coffee.

“It certainly was.” Jess gave her sister’s arm an affectionate squeeze. “My only regret was that we didn’t do this sooner. Although I guess if I’d become a lesbian back then, I wouldn’t have had the girls… and this might never have happened anyhow. Still, better late than never, eh?”

“Well, I’m certainly happy about it.” Laura said. “After all this time, I finally fucked the girl of my dreams.”

“I love you, too.” Jess took her seat on the other stool. “I was thinking about how I’m going to tell Mum – about me and Rachel, that is, not the rest of it. God, I dread to think what she’d say about that. Still, I’m hoping she’ll be okay with it, like she was when you came out. I mean, it’s not as if she missed out on having grandchildren.”

“Oh, I’m pretty sure she’ll take it better than you think.”

Jessica peered inquisitively at her sister. “What makes you so sure of that? I mean, both daughters being gay, especially when one was married with kids? That’s got to come as something of a shock.” She noticed that Laura had drained her cup. “Want a refill?”

“No, thanks. Jess, there’s something I think you should know.”

Jessica arched an eyebrow. “Yes…?”

“Mum’s been with another woman.”

What? Are you joking? When was this? Who with?”

“It happened a few months ago,” Laura began. She’s been on the odd date since Dad died – nothing special, more for companionship than a relationship. Anyhow, Aunt Adele told Mum it was about time she got back in the game for real, and suggested looking at online dating sites. I’m sure she’ll give you the full Monty, but apparently Mum clicked on the wrong link and ended up looking at a ‘woman seeks woman’ page.

“She got curious – cos of me, I suppose – and began to look around a bit. Well, she started chatting to one of the women there. I’m still not sure how it happened – hell, I’m not sure if Mum knows – but they ended up going on a date.”

“I… I’m positively gobsmacked,” Jess said, still wide-eyed. “So, did they, er, do the deed?”

“When I asked for details, she wouldn’t tell me much at first, but I got Mum to say that she’d been ‘intimate’. I couldn’t let her leave it at that. Thought I might have to waterboard her for an answer, but she finally admitted that she and this woman did have sex.”

“Bloody hell…”

“The thing is, Mum got cagey when I asked for details about, y’know, the other woman – where she was from, what she did for a living, was she married and just looking for fun, how old she was… that type of thing. It was the last question she was really vague on. Anyway, I pressed her, and finally got Mum to admit that the woman was in her thirties.”

“Wow, this is big news. Why didn’t she tell me?”

“Oh, Mum was worried about what you’d think. She felt at her age, dating someone that young might be seen as, well, sort of creepy. Anyway, I told her she had nothing to be worried about; there are lots of younger women who are into mature ladies. I’m sort of that way myself.”

Jessica grinned. “Does that make me one of your ‘mature ladies’, then? Don’t even think of answering that, by the way. So… is Mum still seeing her?”

“Don’t know, actually. I did get her to admit it was some of the best sex she’d ever had… but when I asked if she was going to see the woman again, Mum told me she wasn’t sure yet.”

“My, my,” Jess said, stroking her chin. “Sounds like our mother has made the transition from ‘straight,’ to ‘questioning’.”

“Well, if you ask me,” Laura declared, “she’s pitching for our team now. The last time we spoke, I brought up this mysterious acquaintance of hers, but Mum dodged the subject completely. And the only reason I can think of for her being so close-mouthed on the subject at this point – oh, I don’t know, call it female intuition, but I think Mum’s still seeing this woman, which means she’s also fucking her… and I suspect it’s difficult for her to adjust to the idea that she might be a lesbian.” She gave a small shrug. “I guess we’ll just have to ask her about it – after she finds out about you and Rachel, that is.”

“Yes, and that’s all she’ll find out, hopefully. I’ll need to have a serious talk with the girls about being extra careful while Mum’s here. Being gay is one thing, but incest with my daughters? My sister? There’s no bloody way she could deal with that.”

“I’m still having a bit of trouble with it myself,” Laura sighed, then registered her sister’s sudden frown. “Oh, don’t worry, big sister. Maybe it’s a case of thinking with my cunt instead of my brain, but I’m still very much part of whatever you call this.”

“The Family Love Club, that’s how Poppy puts it. And you’re almost part of it, kiddo.”

“What do you mean, almost?”

Jessica gave her sibling a wry smile. “You’ve not completed the membership tests.” Seeing the quizzical look on Laura’s face, she elaborated. “First, you haven’t been with Alice yet. Believe me, you won’t know what hit you, sharing a bed with that one. I swear, she must have been gay in an earlier life. Then there’s Rachel, who’s champing at the bit for some hot sister action with us both. And let’s not forget about Bella, Rachel’s oldest. She’s a bit shy, but incredibly sweet.”

Playfully cupping a breast, Laura said, “Believe me, I’m looking forward to enjoying myself with all of them. So when is your new, improved, supersize family due home?”

Looking over her shoulder at the large wall clock, Jess said, “It’s still early, so they probably won’t be home any time soon.” She snickered. “Mind you, I doubt Rachel will be fit for anything after a night with the girls.”

“But she’ll be wearing a smile.” Laura murmured. She briefly imagined herself in Rachel’s place, sharing a bed with four cute, energetic and very eager little lesbians, and felt an awakening twinge between her legs.

Jessica’s expression turned serious. “Laura, there’s something else I need to tell you about – two things, really. I want to be open about everything that’s been going on since… since I figured out the truth about myself.”

“Christ, Jess – what else is there?”

Jess took a deep breath. “So, I told you about Alice spending yesterday with Stella at the gallery, then having a sleepover with her twins? There’s more to it than that, a lot more. It seems that when we went to Stella’s for a barbecue a couple of weeks ago, Alice saw some things that convinced her the twins are fucking each other. Not only that, but she thinks they might also be having it off with their mum.”

“Stella is doing her daughters, too?” Laura’s face was a portrait of disbelief.

“I know it sounds crazy… but at the time, enough happened to indicate that something untoward is going on there, and that it may well involve incest. I’ll share the sordid details with you later tonight, when Alice and her sisters are here to help me tell you all of it.”

“And this has something to do with Alice spending the night at Stella’s…?”

“Indeed it does,” Jessica replied with a nod. “It’s obvious that Stella and her twins want sex with my oldest… and believe me, Alice loves that idea. So when Stella invited Alice over, we decided that she should accept.”

“Christ, Jess – you don’t think that’s sending Alice into a lion’s den? She’s only twelve!”

“Believe me, that girl can handle herself,” Jess said. “Alice won’t do anything sexual that she doesn’t want… which isn’t much, anyhow. Besides, Stella is one of my best friends, and I trust her implicitly. She’d never do anything to hurt my daughter.

“One thing I did discuss with Alice is the importance of keeping our family secret, and she promised not to give anything away. Of course, if Stella and the twins really are fucking… well, we’ll definitely want to reach out to them, if you know what I mean. But I made it clear to Alice that I’d be the one to make that move – not her.”

Laura still seemed a bit doubtful, but she’d always trusted her big sister’s judgement. “You said there were two things to discuss. Fuck me, I can’t even imagine what else you’ve been up to!”

“There is someone else I’ve slept with. Remember Sally, from the shop?”

“Not that young blonde teenager with the big tits? Bloody hell, Jess, that’s taking a chance. What if she starts posting stuff online about you?”

Jess rolled her eyes. “Yes, her… and she’s not some naive schoolgirl ninny, for goodness’ sake. Sally knows about Rachel, but not what we get up to with our daughters. Basically, she came round one day and said she wanted me to teach her about sex between women. Well, one thing led to another and we ended up in bed.”

“And this was after you first got together with Rachel?”

“Around the same time, really… but it was well before she and I decided we wanted a serious relationship. I told Rachel about it, of course. The thing is, she’d had a little dalliance of her own with this local girl named Millie. You’ve not met her – she babysits for us sometimes.

“Anyway, after Sally and I made love, I told her she really should be with someone her own age… but she had no idea how to find a potential girlfriend, and was too nervous about coming out at school. That’s when Rachel and I came up with a marvellous plan to fix Sally up with Millie. We invited them both over to Rachel’s for what turned out to be a surprise sex party, then steered them into each other’s arms.”

A dazed Laura slowly shook her head. “I don’t know what to say, Jess. You – you’re really embracing this new lifestyle!”

“With both arms. Mind you, Millie and Sally are now an honest-to-goodness couple, so I doubt I’ll be dipping into that cookie jar any time soon. Of course, they might need a refresher course one day…” Jessica gave her sister a sideways glance. “You’re not having second thoughts about this, are you?”

“About us? God, I don’t know. Well, no, I’m not – but this is a lot for me to take in.”

Jess rose from her stool, standing before Laura. “Well, just in case you’re having doubts…” Reaching down, she tugged at the loose belt of the thin robe her sister had borrowed, opening it to expose Laura’s bare body.

Laura’s eyes were filled with longing. “Oh, Jess…”

Gently tilting Laura’s head back, Jess bent down to claim a deep kiss before assisting the younger woman to her feet. They stood facing each other, lost in renewed desire. Jessica reached out to touch Laura’s taut belly, then dipped a hand between her sister’s legs to caress the warm, wet vulva. “Shall we go back to bed?” she murmured.

Laura could only nod assent, all doubts replaced by the memory of the previous night’s ecstasy. Jess shrugged off her own robe and taking Laura’s hand, mounted the stairs.

In the bedroom, they kissed lovingly before Jess took control of her little sister. She sat on the edge of the bed with thighs parted, a fire in her eyes that left no doubt as to what she wanted.

Without a word, Laura dropped to her knees to worship her sister’s cunt, burying her mouth in the soft pubes. She explored the hole with a probing tongue, then spent several minutes lavishing attention on Jessica’s clit.

Once Jess slumped backwards and began to moan, Laura decided to blow her sibling’s mind with a special move, one she often deployed to drive lovers wild.

Thanking providence that she’d thought to trim and file her fingernails the day before, Laura inserted her middle finger into Jessica’s pussy, seeking and finding the G-spot. When a spasm shook her sister’s frame, Laura added a second finger, then a third. Twisting them round to generate lubrication, aided by her tongue, she added her pinky to the mix.

Sprawled out on her back, Jess felt something different. She was reminded of the time Alice fucked her with Rachel’s biggest dildo on the night of their momentous family orgy, the only time she’d been penetrated by that monster.

She managed to lift her head to peer at Laura, who grinned at the puzzled look on Jessica’s face. “It’s okay, sis, I’m pretty sure you’ll love this. You may see yourself as a seasoned lesbian by now, but I’ll bet you’ve not been fisted yet.”

Actually, Poppy had once inserted her whole hand into Mummy’s cunt. But she was only seven, after all, with the hands of a child. Jess lay back, bracing herself for what promised to be a hell of a ride.

“Put your feet up on the bed, Jess,” Laura said, and Jess quickly complied, realising that the tables had been turned; her younger sister was now in charge.

Laura continued to twist her four fingers about until she felt Jessica’s copious fluids coating them. She carefully withdrew her fingers, just far enough to permit  the thumb to join them, then began to ease all five digits back into the dripping maw.

Still gently rotating her hand to and fro, she folded her thumb beneath the four fingers until she was making a fist. Okay, sister dear… get ready to rumble.

Pushing forward, Laura felt the opening of Jessica’s vagina stretch and give, permitting her entry a millimetre at a time until it slipped through the tight ring.

“Oh fuck, Laur. That’s… oh, m-my God!”

Her hand now curled into a ball, Laura began to gently move her arm back and forth, all the time turning her wrist this way and that.

It was like nothing Jess had ever felt. Laura’s knuckles pushed against the walls of her cunt, the tiniest movements wrenching her body as if she’d been caught up in an earthquake. She thrashed about on the bed, which only made the sensations more intense.

After a minute or so of hard fucking, Jess screamed out in ecstasy, clutching handfuls of the sheets.

Laura slowed her thrusts and relaxed, straightening her fingers as her sister’s orgasm gradually subsided.  She knew Jessica’s vagina had to be especially tender, and took pains to be gentle while slowly extracting her hand.

As Laura’s fingers emerged, her sister’s cunt suddenly spasmed, squirting a small stream of fluid that hit Laura square in the face.

Alarmed, Jess cried, “What the fuck was that? Omigod, did I just piss on you?”

Laura had to snicker at her sister’s horrified reaction. “No, it’s not piss. You squirted, Jess. It’s not all that unusual, really. I’ve had lovers who went off like water cannons when I fisted them.”

Jess shook her head in awe. “I’ve never done anything like that before… not even when Poppy put her hand into me.”

“It’s got something to do with creating pressure, I think.”

“Well, it was fucking amazing.”

Laura licked at her fingers and the back of her hand, unwilling to waste a drop of her sister’s essence. Jess drew her in for another kiss, then stood up, pulling Laura to her feet. She urged her younger sibling onto the bed, positioning her on all fours.

Laura’s head rested on the bed and her arse jutted up and out, presenting Jess with a mouthwatering view. Spreading her sister open with both hands, she leaned in and took a long slow lick, trailing her tongue from the tip of Laura’s clit to the pucker of her anus. Bringing her fingers into play, she slipped two into the juicy cunt, kissing her sibling’s rosebud like a lover’s mouth.

As Laura’s juices began to flow, she was startled to hear the familiar voice of Katie calling out, “Mum, we’re ho-ome!”

Raising her face from Laura’s bum, Jess called, “We’re up here.”

Laura pulled away, searching round for something to cover herself with – but Jess gripped her shoulder, the fingers of the other hand still sheathed in Laura’s pussy. “No, you don’t. Stay where you are. This party’s just beginning, little sister.”

Laura meekly submitted to Jessica’s will, though still reluctant to be caught in this situation. They heard the thunder of steps up the stairs before Katie and Poppy appeared in the doorway.

Jess gave her daughters a big smile. “Morning, girls. I didn’t expect you this early!”

The girls giggled, but before they could answer, Rachel appeared behind them. “They woke me up at the crack of dawn,” she said. “Bet you can guess how.”

“Oh, I’ve been awakened that way myself, believe you me!” Jess replied with a chuckle.

Rachel tilted her head slightly, intrigued by the view of Jessica’s sister – naked, on all fours, looking back over her shoulder with flushed cheeks. “Hello Laura,” she purred. “So nice to see you again. Guess I don’t need to ask how last night went.”

As Jess withdrew from her sister’s cunt, Laura slowly turned round and carefully seated herself on the bed, forcing herself to make eye contact with her sister’s lover. Lustful desire was clearly written on Rachel’s face.

Jess padded over to her daughters, giving each a brief but lustful kiss on the mouth. Both little girls responded in a similar way – licking their lips, enjoying the familiar flavour of Auntie Laura’s cunt. As she straightened, Jessica was about to kiss Rachel, but a wicked idea popped into her head. She turned to see Laura staring at them, arms covering her breasts as she sat quietly, still uncertain of how to react.

Turning back to Rachel, Jess offered two pussy-coated fingers to her lover. Rachel drew them into her mouth and sucked the nectar from them, all the while staring at Laura, who shivered at the sight.

Jessica gestured toward the bed. “Care to join us, Rach?”

“There’s nothing I’d like more. Unfortunately,” she sighed, “I have to be at work in half an hour. I finish early this afternoon, though, so what if I come back then? In the meantime, I could return the favour and send over a couple of young cuties who would love to be a part of this.”

“That sounds wonderful. We’ll keep it hot for you.”

Turning to Katie and Poppy, Rachel knelt before them. “Thank you girls. Last night was lovely.”

Both girls embraced the older woman. Poppy said, “Thanks, Mummy Rachel. It was fun!”

As she stood, Rachel said, “I’m looking forward to getting to know you better, Laura. Much better.”

Laura managed to mumble, “Me too,” giving her sister’s lover a bashful smile.

Blowing kisses, Rachel exited. Jess made to follow, then turned back to the girls. “Well? Don’t keep your auntie waiting, you two.”

“Yay!” they cheered, then Poppy and Katie started stripping off their clothes.

Still nude, Jess walked Rachel downstairs. At the front door, Rachel turned. “So, I assume your evening with Laura went according to plan.”

“There were a couple of moments when I wasn’t sure. I told her everything; it seemed best not to keep secrets. She knows about Sally and Millie, and about Alice, whatever she’s up to at Stella’s place.”

“Getting ravished by the whole family, we hope. How did she take it?”

“Surprisingly well. Oh, by the way, Laura had a surprise of her own to share. She told me that our mother has been on a date with a woman – and sex was definitely involved!”

“Get away! Ann’s taking a walk on the wild side?”

“So I’ve been told. Mum gets back from her cruise in a few days, so I’ll tell her about us. Not everything, obviously.”

“Well, maybe she takes after her daughter. Your mother might just make up the full family set!”

Jess shook her head. “Christ, I can’t even imagine how she’d respond to something like that! No, we have to keep that part of our relationship completely secret.”

“All I know is that Ann is still an amazingly attractive woman,” Rachel murmured, slipping a hand between Jessica’s thighs. “Don’t you dare tell me the idea hasn’t crossed your mind.” Her smile seemed to radiate wickedness.

Her heart racing, Jess twisted away. “I don’t want to talk about that, Rachel. This situation is already crazy enough!”

Knowing she’d gone too far, Rachel drew her lover in for a gentle hug. “Sorry, Jess,” she whispered. “Guess I’m too perverted for my own good, eh?”

“I wouldn’t have you any other way, you cow,” Jess said, then broke their embrace. “You’re going to be late if you don’t get a move on. Remember, you were going to send your girls over. Don’t tell them what it’s about, though – let it be a surprise. And hurry back yourself – soon as you can!” They shared a kiss, then Rachel was gone.

Perching on the arm of the sofa, Jess patiently waited. A minute later, there was a knock on the door.

Jess opened it, mindful of her complete lack of clothing. As she closed the door behind Bella and Cindy, they stared at her, both visibly excited.

“Morning, girls. We have a lovely surprise waiting for you upstairs.”

On to Chapter Thirty-Two!

 

A Bordello in New Orleans, Chapter 5

  • Posted on August 18, 2022 at 3:17 pm

by Kinkychic

Chantelle was livid over the damage my bath with Violette had caused. We had been careless with our splashing, and water had dripped down to the salon. For a moment I had been at a loss for an answer, but the mind, faced with a stern rebuke, can be wonderfully inventive. “Chantelle,” I said, “just think what damage the British might have caused. The redcoats might have ravished us all, and you would not have been paid a farthing. So what is a little drip in the ceiling? Besides, we’ll requite you for the repair, won’t we, Violette?”

The struggle was clear on Chantelle’s face. Yes, she was cross, but she loved us, and it was hard for her to maintain her anger.

“The bath, I beg to inform Madame, is not so well designed,” I went on. “You see, the water splashes over the side when we fuck.” I’d never used language like that before in public, but I was trying to be witty, to force Chantelle to laugh.

The girls roared with laughter. To my relief, Chantelle joined in, and soon we were all laughing.

But then she clapped her hands, and instantly there was silence. She looked at us both.  We were still holding hands, and I saw that Chantelle was trying to keep her expression stern.

“So, my lovely ones, is it official then?” She looked around at the girls. “I think, ladies, we have two little lovebirds among us. So, you will show us. We want to see you kiss.”

I was not shy in front of the other girls as a rule, and was not so now. I turned to Violette and saw the love in her eyes. Oblivious of all those watching, we joined lips as only true lovers can. I could feel myself instantly becoming aroused again, my fingers beginning to explore.

There was a sudden commotion as Bill returned to the salon. “It’s over, ladies,” he announced. ”The damn’d Lobsters’re gone. Only dead ‘uns left. Safe for you to be goin’ home now.”

The noise was jubilant as some cheered and others debated whether we should open for business. The piano player, who’d had far too much to drink, pounded the piano. But everyone was happy.

I forced my breathing back to normal as Violette grinned at me. “That nearly got rather naughty, I think,” she said.

My mother walked up to us. “You will come home with us, Violette? Have something to eat before you go home.”

Violette gave me a doubtful look. “Violette, I want you to come, please,” I told her.

Back at our lodgings, we sat at the table as Mother produced a simple meal of bread, ham, cheese and pickles. We were hungry after drinking wine all day with nothing to eat – and with our exertions in the bath. Orgasms are surely a tonic to the appetite.

“Violette, we don’t know much about you,” Mother said. “I had thought you were a bit young to be working at the Palacio – with men, I mean. Where do you live? What is your story?”

I saw the pain in her eyes, and I reached for her hand. “There’s no need, if you don’t wish to speak of it,” I said.

But slowly, she shared her tale with us.

“My mother died a few years ago,” she began. “It was awful with her gone. It was she alone who kept my father away from me. He is always drunk. It’s all he cares about, his next jug of rum, and leering at me. I was frightened all the time. We had so little money, only what my brother could pick up with odd jobs at the docks, and the little I got begging. We’d have to spend it on food before father got his hands on it.” She stopped talking and dabbed a kerchief at her eyes.

“Then he tried to sell me to one of his so-called friends for…that.  My brother fought with him. He even threatened to kill the man if he ever came near me. He saved me.”

I was crying as well now but I squeezed her hand. “Enough. We’ve heard enough.”

But she shook her head and continued. “It got so bad, with no money, and no food. I was starving. Then one day I went and stood on a corner, close to where the whores all stand. I dreaded that someone would actually stop. I was about to run, when a carriage drew up. I was petrified. But that carriage – or rather the person in it – changed my life. It was Chantelle. She invited me to sit beside her, and we talked for ages as we drove along, before she invited me to the Palacio. It took me a few days to pluck up the courage, but eventually, I went. I was introduced to some of the girls, who were so kind.”

Her tears had stopped. There was even a little smile. “Chantelle charged my first customer a small fortune for my virginity, but I was fortunate. She’d picked the right man. He was gentle in the way he approached me. I felt a bit mixed up. I wanted to give myself for love one day, and not for gain. So I was sad, but when I held the money in my hand, I knew I’d done the right thing.

“There’s one more thing I want to say. The day I first saw you, it was almost like love at first sight, I didn’t understand why I had those feelings for another girl. I just knew I did. I had to meet you, and now I have.”

I looked at Mother. She saw the look in my eyes and understood. “Violette, would you like to come and stay with us? I believe it’s what Frances wants.”

Violette gave me a quick look. “Frances?”

“At home, I’m Frances, not Francine,” I said. “And you would be Veronica. What do you think? Will you come and live with us? Mother is saying you may.”

I saw the uncertainty on her face, and I dreaded that might say no, but my mother took her hand. “Come and stay. It would make Frances happy, I can see that.”

She looked from one to the other of us, then said, “I hate my father. My brother’s often told me to find a man and get away, but I just didn’t know how.” She gave Mother’s hand a squeeze. “I’d love to stay here – if you’d have me.”

I squealed with delight and embraced her avidly. From the corner of my eye, I saw Mother leave the room, and I kissed my new … what should I call her? Sister? Lover? Spouse?

We planned on how to fetch her few possessions. She said that only her brother would know where she was, and he would be happy for her.

“Where will I sleep? Can I see?”

I led her to my room, and pointed at the bed, she looked about and saw my things. “With you?”

“Of course, if you want. It will be as if we’re married.”

She gave me a coy look. “Could we try it now – to see how it suits us?”

A little later – well, much later – she returned to her old home to take her leave. I accompanied her, at her invitation. Even though I saw Veronica’s sadness, I felt it was most likely for her brother, or perhaps the memory of her mother, and not for the home that she’d taken so little pleasure in. Her brother was there, but not her father.

“I have so little, just a few clothes and this.” She searched at the back of a shelf where there was hidden a beautiful little box, which she passed to me. Upon opening it, a mechanical tiny bird popped up and began to sing. Never had I seen anything so beautiful. “It was a birthday present from my mother. I hid it, or Father would have sold it for whiskey.”

Her brother came into the room. “Hurry, get your stuff,” he warned us. “Father might come back.”

He looked at me. “I know very little about you, Miss, but my sister has spoken of you. She seems to fancy you in a way I don’t understand, but you’re taking her away from here, and for that I’m obliged to you.”

I watched them hug, until he pushed her away. “Go, quickly. I know where you are.” He took my hand. “Look after her. Now I’ve met you, I think you will. Thank you.”

Back in my room – in our room –I made space for her clothes. I was shocked at how little she had, but then I remembered how only a little while ago, I had not owned much more. I was about to tell her not to look so worried, and that this was her home now, when Mother called us for dinner.

Veronica watched us nervously as we ate, trying to duplicate the way we handled our knives and forks. I took her hand. “Veronica, please, please, this is your home now. I want you here. Mother wants you here. Please don’t feel awkward. Make yourself at home.”

The wine mother had opened was delicious – as though she had been saving it for just such an occasion. Gradually, I saw Veronica relax. I loved how she was quite funny when she stopped trying to be so correct.

The meal was cleared away. It was quite late. Mother looked disconcerted, and I took her hand. “I know, Mother. I understand. I’m going to bed with a girl – my girl – but I think you’ve known for a while it’s the way I am. Perhaps you looked at my work as something different, but it’s not. I want Veronica here. I want her. Do you see?”

Her answer was a smile. When she held her arms out, it was to both of us. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean anything. Now off to bed with you.”

Perhaps because I was conscious of Mother’s nearness, or, more likely, because I had my love with me in my own bed, I took the most gentle possession of Veronica. “Are you happy?” I asked her after we both had come quietly. “I love you. Can you love me?”

She pushed me back. “How can you ask? I loved you before I even knew you. I wanted you so badly it hurt. Today, you captured my heart.”

“Darling–” I said, only to hear how it sounded.

“My little wife,” she replied.

“Am I, truly?”

“Truly–”

“Say it once more, please?”

And we whispered such endearments late into the night, laughing at our own foolishness, yet growing fonder all the while. Each new phrase was rewarded with a kiss, and the kisses strayed across our bodies, until lips and tongues once more caressed the spot that most defines our sex.

But it was with mixed emotions that I went to breakfast the next morning. Yes, I was happy, my mind awhirl with love for a girl I still hardly knew. Yet it felt awkward, to appear for the first time before my mother as part of a couple, following the consummation of our nuptials in Mother’s own house. It seemed strange, in truth. I was still a child, though I no longer felt like one.

Yet Mother took it all in stride. She kissed us both‘“good morning”, and carried on preparing our meal as if nothing had changed. I saw the tension drain away from Veronica, and this helped me to feel more contented. Everything, it appeared, was going to be fine.

***

Neither of us was ever jealous of what the other did at the Palacio. Whomever we fucked there – it was simply our job. When necessary, we bathed the day and the clients away, and washed them down the drain. We were happy and in love with each other.

But the Contessa was becoming more demanding. She offered – in the most imperious manner  – to take me on as her handmaid and was angry when I declined. How could my lowly station as a ladies’ whore mean more to me than a life at the Governor’s residence, where I could have her whenever I wanted? And my wages would be much higher – more in a week than most earned in two or three years. She did not understand how I could possibly refuse. “I thought you loved me,” she said.

“I love you in my own way,” I replied. “But I’m happier here. I’m sorry.”

It was only a short time later that she told me the Spanish would soon be vacating the city. A deal had been arranged whereby that disgusting Napoleon would sell the whole Louisiana territory to the Americans. The Contessa in essence ordered me to come to Spain with her, promising, at the same time, to deposit five hundred guineas in an account for me. I would be rich. It was true – I would be rich. I could hardly imagine what being in possession of five hundred guineas would really mean.

Other than being astounded at her proposal, I was cross that she should think that she could buy me this way. She had always bought me, of course – but only an hour at a time. She had never owned my whole person, my soul. It made me stop and think of Veronica, for whom my feelings were stronger than ever. I could never leave her, no matter how much I was offered. I never saw the Contessa again.

***

Although the territory had for a short while been once again under the dominion of France, they had left the Spanish to govern. Then Napoleon changed everything. The Spanish military forces withdrew, and Americans took their place. The territory of Louisiana would eventually be split into fifteen different states of the Union.

The Palacio was the scene of much conjecture. How would these political manoeuvrings affect our business? Would things be better or worse for us?

Chantelle purchased the Palacio from its Spanish owner at a knockdown price. She needn’t have paid him anything, really, but he had threatened to burn the place down before he left, and so a deal was struck. She also gained several houses from him.

Before long, the Spanish vacated the fort and the garrison. A huge parade saw them lined up in their hundreds before they filed onto the several ships that awaited. Many took their wives and children with them. Others left weeping women at the quayside. They were the ones who probably already had families back in Spain. It was a sad end to a prosperous, if precarious, era.

The fort was occupied at once by the Americans, who, in fact, sent more troops than the Spanish had ever had. The United States were worried whether, as their relations with both France and Britain grew increasingly strained, they could hold on to their newly acquired territory.

I continued to be both comfortable and happy with my work. Our private circumstances had also considerably improved.

Mother, Veronica and I became Chantelle’s tenants, moving to a residence that had belonged to the Spanish owner of the Palacio. It was twice the size of our previous home, even though we still paid the same rent, and it stood on a street that was partially paved and lighted. There were no hags here, and few drunks. We spent quite a sum on new furnishings and other luxury items, and in a short while, the place felt  like a real home to us. It seemed almost as if we had made it in the world.

The departure of the Spanish had caused the prices of homes to fall, but that would not last, not once the Americans settled in. “Chantelle, you should buy a few more houses, whatever you can afford,” I told her. “Prices are so low at the moment, but I think they will go through the roof when the Americans start buying. You could make a small fortune.”

Chantelle clapped her hands and laughed. “My goodness, now I have a finance minister, but yes, you are right, it is the time to buy. You will come with me to see the agent, then we will look at some houses together.”

She bought another two houses in the decent area, and four more in a lesser part of town. It was Veronica who suggested that we should perhaps look at the circumstances of the girls and indeed, the other women – the maids and so on – who worked for us. Some had decent enough homes, but others did not. Perhaps some might like to share a home. Chantelle thought it a splendid idea, although I suggested, “But why just our girls? Why not any girls, at least from the better bordellos? There would have to be some rules though, or we might start losing some of our business if any of them took customers there.”

Christmas 1804 saw the biggest celebrations ever held in New Orleans. The revels seemed to last for days. Business at the Palacio boomed. Not only did the Americans have more money to spend than the Spanish ever had, but the British were also returning, as the  Americans permitted the merchant ships of their old Colonial masters to enter the port. Once more, rivers of coin flowed freely.

Both my mother’s and Veronica’s earnings increased, although mine dropped slightly. There didn’t seem to be as many ladies wanting to fuck a young girl these days.

Veronica told me that she wouldn’t be cross with me if I took on male customers as well, adding that because I was older now, perhaps the time had come to consider it.

I laughed. “You should know me better by now, darling. I’ll never take a man to bed. I’m a ladies-only girl, and that’s the way I’ll stay.”

Some months later, Chantelle sent for me. I wondered if she had found me a new client, or perhaps I’d done something wrong. Neither could have been further from the truth.

As ever, she got straight to the point. “You’re fifteen now, Francine, and you have become too old for some of my clients. I’ve been looking for another, younger girl for a while, and I believe I’ve found her.”

She saw the apprehensive look on my face. “Oh, how stupid of me! I didn’t mean you would have to go. On the contrary, your position here is secure as long as you want it. But I have a task for you. You will assess and train the new girl. You will look after her. I do believe that you will like her.”

Her name was Ann, but of course, Chantelle renamed her Antoinette. I could not imagine why, as she was an American who spoke no French. She was clearly nervous when we were introduced, and I immediately sensed she was unsure about coming to us. Hastily, I signalled for Chantelle to leave us alone.

I took my young protégé down to the gardens, where we sat in one of the shady nooks, and asked her to tell me about herself.

Her parents came from the north and had settled somewhere near Natchitoches. The Indians had been fighting the French, but they attacked anyone with a white skin. Her brother and her father had been killed. She and her mother had survived only by hiding in the cellar before French troops arrived and drove the Indians off.

It had taken them weeks to get to Natchez, further up the Mississippi. Their small savings would not last long, and so her mother had decided they should make their way downriver to New Orleans, where, she believed, there would be more opportunities to find gainful employment. It was not  long, however, before their hopes were dashed.

They had been here a few months and were struggling to survive. Then Ann met a girl who told her she might get work at the Palacio, where the madame was always in need of pretty young girls. She herself had tried for the position but had not been considered desirable enough. The girl was quite candid about what the work would entail, and Ann was not at all keen on the idea. To her shock, however, she found her mother was. It had taken her a few more weeks of seeing her circumstances worsen before she had decided to come and see Chantelle.

She was nearly twelve, she told me, and no, she had never been “touched” in that way. I asked if she ever played with herself, and she only knitted her brow, as if the question made no sense in the present circumstances. She was interviewing to become a whore. Why was I talking to her about children’s games?

“I had a dolly I loved when I was small,” she said. “I played by myself with her. But she was lost when we fled the Indians.”

“No,” I said, stifling a smile. “I mean, have you ever made yourself come?”

“I made myself come here today,” she said, her confusion mounting.

I could contain my mirth no longer.

“Oh, for heaven’s sake!” I burst out, “Do you ever diddle your cunt?”

“I don’t know what that means,” she said, though she had turned scarlet instantly.

“You’ll learn,” I said. “And it will be the greatest lesson of your life.”

My heart went out to her – a lost babe fighting her reservations, scarcely aware of her own body. Yet I saw a determination in her that told me she might yet become the willing slut Chantelle was looking for. And her innocence would certainly appeal to our clientele.

We talked of many things as we walked about the gardens. She squeezed my hand when I took hers in mine. In a quiet corner, I stopped, and turned her to face me. For the first time, she looked at me directly and gave me a little smile that seemed to blot out her fears. “You should smile like that more often.” I told her. “It is such a lovely smile.”

She blushed slightly, but seemed pleased with my compliment.

“May I kiss you?” I asked.

She answered by leaning towards me, her eyes closed, her lips puckered. I almost laughed at the childish way she offered herself, but I quickly told myself that she did not yet know any other way.

My lips caressed hers softly. Then I embraced her, and we carried on with our walk. I watched how she seemed to become more at ease with me as we chatted.

At one point she interrupted me. “Tell me about the ladies you’ve met. What were they like?”

I thought a bit before I answered. “There’s never been one that I wished I hadn’t met. One or two, I wasn’t so keen on, perhaps, but overall, they’ve been fine. In fact, most have been lovely, and I’ve generally loved my time with them. Not once was I disgusted by what I was called upon to do. And I’ve earned a good deal of money.”

She held me back. “I think I feel better now, thank you, Francine. Er… just one more question. Will you teach me? I do hope so.”

I told her I would, then added, “Would you like to begin today? Or perhaps tomorrow, to give you time to get prepared?”

She took a deep breath. “I think right now would be best–?”

When we had reached my usual room, I ushered her in and, upon closing the door, beckoned her to me. I took her into my arms and put my lips to hers once more, whispering, just as they met, “Kiss me.”

This time, she tried to kiss in earnest. Soon, she began to copy me. She was obviously inexperienced, but still, her youth and her willingness made her efforts diverting.

I did not use the same methods as Chantelle had with me, all that time ago. I didn’t feel that Antoinette would be comfortable putting on a display for me just yet. Rather, I edged her toward the bed even as our lips remained joined.

Her body trembled as we lay down. She seemed to be extremely anxious. Gently, I held her to me, my fingers softly tickling her ear and her neck. Her arms lay flat beside her. I traced my fingers down to her hand, giving it a little squeeze, then rose upward once again, maintaining the softest, most feathery touch possible.

When I reached her neck, she raised her arms and wrapped them around me. She did not draw me to her, but at least she was embracing me. I pulled her closer, and slightly onto her side, my hand going to her back, all the time lightly caressing her – down to her waist, then up along her side. I did this several times until, at last, I brushed the side of her small breast with my thumb. She did not react in any way, as she seemed more preoccupied with our kiss.

I stroked her neck again. Then a little lower, across the front of her gown. I pulled back from the kiss, gazing at her, and letting my arm rest upon her bosom as my fingers softly tickled the small exposed area between the décolletage and her throat.

“Pleasing?” I asked her quietly.

Her smile told me enough. I looked into her eyes as my hand moved upon her breast. Her own hand came around between us, pressing mine, and she nodded slightly.

I closed my hand, squeezing the small breast beneath her garment. She pressed my hand again and kept it there as I unfastened one button, then another, and another, until I had pushed the dress aside.

I was looking down at two beautiful, budding breasts. “So lovely.” I said.

Her smile broadened when I cupped one in my hand. Softly I moved my fingers in circles, gradually approaching the centre. Her eyes closed, and I knew the point of no return was near. My touch was giving her pleasure.

Her eyes flew open when my fingers took hold of a nipple, but there was no protest, merely a sort of awed expression on her face. Her eyes closed once more, and she took another deep breath. I played for a while, moving from one nipple to the other, watching them grow and stiffen at my touch. Then I lowered my head, kissing one nipple delicately before drawing it into my mouth.

My hand now went to her stomach, wandering from side to side, lower and still lower. I pressed her front, where her small mound was, but did not linger there. I proceeded, rather, to draw up her skirts. Her legs were soft as down, yet smooth as marble. My hand was on the outside of her thigh when I reached her drawers. Gently, I made my way toward the middle, but, teasing her, went down the leg once more. For a moment, I fondled her knee, then came up again slowly, this time between her legs. Reaching her drawers once more, I paused, waiting for any sign that she was ready for my touch, my hand resting between her legs.

There was the slightest of movements: ever so subtly, she spread her legs further apart. This was enough for me. I went up under her skirts, but still outside her coarse, homespun drawers, until I was at her mound again. I paused once again, as still, I suckled her nipple.

Gently, I cupped my palm and bore down, pressing the heel of my hand into her pussy. I curled my fingers, rubbing her, caressing her mound, until she pushed upward to meet my touch.

Taking hold of her undergarment at the waist, I eased the front down, softly skimming her flesh. She gave a little squirm, a clear indication that she was now ready for more.

I pulled the undergarment lower. My hand once again covered her mound, but with no cloth between us now. My palm ground her clitty, and my fingers lay along the tight slit beneath. I began to move, feeling her with the lightest of touches. She gave a low moan, and her fingers clutched my neck. She was quite wet. I slipped slowly into her centre, and a tightness gripped me there.

Again, her legs spread a bit wider, and I penetrated further. I raised my head from her breast, and she opened her eyes. “Francine,” she whispered. I began to move my fingers in and out of her, watching her expression all the while. Then she pulled me down, and our lips met once more.

Now her hips were moving, meeting my hand. Suddenly, she gasped into my mouth just as my thumb t found her clit. I began to massage her, gradually quickening as her body responded.

She broke the kiss, pulling my head alongside hers and holding me fiercely as she stiffened. She shuddered, then tried to lift her body, straining an instant before she started to shake in earnest. My little lost babe was coming – for the first time in her life.

She neither shouted or screamed, merely issuing a stream of ooh’s. Her climax did not last long, although for a moment it was quite intense. She kissed my ear, then my cheek, before I lay beside her and let her rest.

“Why was I frightened?” she said after a while, more to herself than to me. “That was so … bonny.”

I brushed her cheek, and she turned and kissed my fingers. “When is my next lesson?” she asked.

“Tomorrow, my little lovely.”

“Oh… so long?”

“Well,” I said. “You may practise your assignments at home.”

On to Chapter Six!

 

Esther and the Enchanted Egg

  • Posted on August 10, 2022 at 2:40 pm

A word from JetBoy: Not long ago, Jacqueline passed this little gem along to me. She didn’t see it as a potential Juicy Secrets item, since no lesbian sex takes place anywhere in the story. Nonetheless, I found myself utterly charmed, and more or less demanded that she allow me to share it with you good people.

Again, there is no lesbian content in this story. If that’s a deal breaker, go check out anything else we’ve got. Those of you with discerning taste, read on and enjoy.

Esther ran toward the sound.

by Jacqueline Jillinghoff

Illustration by Bruno Traven

In former times, when magical vapors filled the air, there lived a young girl who loved to be naked. Her name was Esther, and she dwelled with her grandmother in a cottage between a lake and a deep wood.

During the winter, Esther would cover herself in woolens and furs, as other girls do, but come the spring, as the sun rose higher each day, and blossoms appeared on the chestnut trees, she placed her clothes in the box beneath her bed and forgot about them for weeks on end. She knew no greater pleasure than to play by the lakeshore with the sun on her back and the breeze encircling her slender limbs.

Esther’s grandmother never fretted over her indifference to modesty. A naked child is the soul of innocence, after all, and there were practical conveniences as well: Esther didn’t leave soiled clothes to wash, and if she appeared at the cottage with schmutz on her bottom, a quick dousing in the lake would take care of the problem.

As the girl grew, however, and the points of her bosom began to push forward, her grandmother worried she would attract the wrong sort of attention from the hunters and fishermen who frequented the lake.

“Esther, you’re almost grown up,” she said one day, lighting her little pipe. “It’s time you covered yourself like a proper lady.”

“But Grandma, clothes are such a bother,” the girl replied. “I like nothing better.”

“Do me one favor, at least,” Grandmother said, and, opening the door to her wardrobe, she withdrew a red, hooded cloak. “This belonged to your mom,” she said. “Wear it when you leave the cottage, and keep it closed if anyone approaches.”

With that, she laid the cloak across her granddaughter’s shoulders and tied the hood beneath her chin. The scarlet folds hung to Esther’s knees, and, when pulled tight in front, they were just full enough to hide her glabrous cleft.

“There,” Grandmother said. “How does that feel?”

“Like I’m tied up in a sack.”

“Live with it,” Grandmother said. “Now go, like a good girl, and gather some kindling for the fire.”

“But Grandma—”

“Do as I say now.”

Sighing and scowling, Esther left the cottage with her basket. The cloak weighed on her like stone. She threw it off one shoulder, lightening her burden somewhat, and strode along with half her body exposed.

The ground near the cottage had been picked nearly clean of dry branches, and every day, Esther had to venture further into the woods for kindling.

“This is silly,” she thought. “The air is so nice, and there’s no one around. Why must I suffer so?”

Just then, a stiff wind tousled the treetops, sending a wealth of dead twigs clattering to the forest floor. As Esther bent to pick them up, she thought she heard a far-off cry, as of an animal caught in a trap. She straightened up and listened, and in a moment, she heard it again — distant, but unmistakable. The voice was human, and in great distress.

Esther ran toward the sound. Her cloak rose on the air behind her, but she gave no thought to her state of undress. Anyone in such dire straits would care only about being rescued. They would hardly notice their rescuer was naked.

The cries grew more distinct, and Esther thought she heard more than one voice. Soon she came to a rise in the ground. There was a steep drop on the other side, and she found herself at the crest of a stony hill. Down below, a dark figure lay half-sunk in a pool of mud, struggling to right itself, while two boys laughed at it, pelting it with sticks and clods of filth.

“Stop that!” Esther shouted. It was a foolish thing to do. She was a mere slip of a girl. How could she chase off these ruffians, who were older and bigger than she? But her anger rose at the sight of such cruelty. The words were out of her mouth before she knew it.

And yet, the boys, looking up at her, were struck dumb. They staggered backward, as if overcome with fear, and in a moment, they ran off as fast as their legs could carry them. For they believed the vision that loomed above them — a shadowy pillar (for the sun was at her back) with golden hair that glowed like a halo — was nothing less than the goddess of the woods, come to avenge their victim. They thought themselves lucky to escape with their lives.

Esther carefully made her way down the slope, following a little stream that flowed over moss-covered stones. The mud puddle grew at the point where the stream cut through a path in the lower forest, and there lay an old woman, clothed in rags. Her face was black, and a wart the size of a baby’s fist clung to her nose.

“They thought she was a witch,” Esther said to herself, and though she did not believe in witches, the sight of this dark-skinned hag made her uneasy. She drew her cloak about her. For the first time, she was glad her grandmother had insisted she wear it.

“Child, please help me!” the woman said. “My stick is over yonder.”

The old woman’s voice was soft as a dove’s, and Esther saw there was no harm in her. She relaxed her grip on the inside of her cloak and, looking about, saw a shillelagh of polished blackthorn lying not far off. She retrieved it and held it out to the woman, who took hold of the knob.

Clutching the thin end with both hands, Esther pulled as hard as she could. It was the greatest weight she had ever tried to lift, but after a few moments of strain, the old woman was hauled to her feet. She was shorter than Esther, and as wide as she was tall.

“Oh, look at my clothes,” she said. “They’re covered in mud.”

“And they’re torn!” Esther said.

“Oh, they’ve always been torn.”

“No, I mean really — in back.”

The woman peered over her shoulder, but she could not see what Esther saw — a rent down the length of her spine that exposed her fat, lumpish hams.

“Your bottom is out!” Esther said. Pity and politeness prevented her from adding it was not a pretty sight.

“Oh dear!” the dark woman cried. “I can’t be seen like this!”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Esther removed her cloak and covered the woman’s shame with it.

“Child, you’re naked!” the woman exclaimed. “You can’t go about like that!”

“It’s all right,” said Esther. “I don’t mind.”

“You must be the spirit of the woods,” the woman said. “Let me repay your kindness.”

And, pawing through her muddy rags, she produced a sky-blue egg no bigger than the tip of Esther’s thumb. It was made of polished stone and speckled with gray.

“Oh, I can’t,” Esther said. “It’s too pretty.”

“I insist,” the woman said, folding it into Esther’s hand. “Sleep with it under your pillow, and it will bring you the same happiness it has brought me. Tomorrow I shall return your lovely cloak.”

Esther lost herself for a moment in the egg’s lustrous blue glaze. Or perhaps it was more than a moment, for when she looked up again, the old woman was gone.

***

“You should never have accepted it,” Grandmother told her. “It’s surely the only beautiful thing that poor woman owns.”

“But she said I could have it,” Esther replied, “and then she just disappeared.”

“You can return it when she brings your mother’s cloak back.”

“I don’t think I told her how to find us,” Esther said. “I can’t remember.”

Grandmother sighed.

“Well, what’s done is done,” she said. “Make up the fire.”

That night, Esther (who of course never wore anything to bed) slipped beneath her counterpane with the little blue egg in her hand. She squeezed it and turned it about in her fingers, wondering what it could possibly be made of, for it felt as heavy as lead. Then, as sleep was coming on, she tucked it beneath her pillow, as the old woman had told her to do. The woman had said the egg would bring her happiness. How could that be? It was certainly delightful to look at, but Esther suspected the woman had meant something more.

“Perhaps it will bring me pleasant dreams,” Esther thought.

She might have been asleep for hours, or for only a minute — for the spirit of slumber plays tricks with time — but at some point during the night, Esther suddenly awoke. Something made her open her eyes, though she could not have said what it was. A gust of wind? Thunder? Yet the night was quiet, but for the soothing chirp of the crickets. Perhaps it was a dream she could not recall. She rolled onto her side and closed her eyes again, but sleep would not return.

Then she felt a tingle against her cheek, like the buzzing of a bee. It rose through her pillow in two short bursts, then stopped. Esther waited, mystified, her body tensing. She wondered if she was imagining things, but the double-buzz came again, louder and more insistent this time.

She reached beneath the pillow and took hold of the egg. It seemed to come alive at her touch, quivering and buzzing and shooting strange sensations up her arm. Worried her grandmother would hear the noise, she clutched it in both hands and held it to her chest. The buzzing changed at once to a soft, continuous hum, and a gentle tingling flowed through her, looping over her shoulders and skittering down her back to her legs. She pointed her toes toward the foot of the bed, as though discharging the energy into the night air, for there was simply too much for her body to contain it all.

“My,” she thought, “this is very pleasant.”

Tentatively, she rolled the egg under her hand from one side of her chest to the other, over and around her nascent breasts. When at last she summoned the courage to press the stone against one hardened nipple, her entire body resounded in harmony with it.

The vibrations were strongest lower down, in two spots Esther had never thought about much, since, until this moment, they had been useful only for the sake of her dirty business. They seemed much less distasteful now.

She rolled the egg down her tummy (giggling when it caught in her belly button) and over her hips. She avoided her pee hole, because, mysteriously, it had begun to leak, and she was afraid she might soil her new toy.

Yet she was drawn to the spot again and again, coming closer with each pass, as if playing a game of dare with herself. How close could she get without actually touching? Something inside her seemed to be swelling, trying to force its way out between her legs.

The great leap, when it arrived, might have been an accident. Esther was grinding the egg into the hard mound at the tip of her notch. That was pleasant enough, and she would have lingered there awhile but for a twinge in her back. She shifted her bottom, and the egg tipped forward a hair.

Everything changed in an instant. Esther had never felt anything so wonderful. She curled into a ball, opening herself completely and rolling the egg down through a furrow of damp, softened flesh. Beneath all the ruffles and furls was a hole she had never found a use for — it was swollen shut, but brimming with a slippery wetness that seemed to pour out of nowhere. She had only to nudge the egg with the tip of her finger before it was swallowed up.

The vibrations filled her, surrounded her, became her. She was one with them. Her mind was empty, replaced by a buzzing sphere that rolled about the inside of her head. Stars danced before her eyes. She squeezed the egg from every side, sucking up the tremors, while her fingertips discovered another magic stone, tiny but every bit as potent, above her grasping hole.

The egg seemed to know what she was feeling, for the vibrations grew stronger, leading her to unfathomable pleasures, and then, just as her body bucked and trembled to the point she feared she would never regain her sanity, they began to subside. The excitement ebbed, her legs unbent, and she lay restfully once again, but with a more profound sense of calm than she had ever known. The egg continued to quiver inside her as she drifted happily back to sleep.

Esther had no idea what had happened to her, but one thing was for sure: she was never, ever going to give that old woman her egg back.

***

She awoke next morning to the sound of a gentle rain and the sweet smell of Grandmother’s pipe. Oh, she had never slept so well! Stretching indulgently, she clenched her inner muscles to reassure herself that last night’s raptures had not been a dream. There was the egg, still nestled in what Esther now thought of as her hidey-hole. It was dormant for the time being, but who could tell when it might come to life again? She decided to leave it where it was, just in case.

There was a knock at the cottage door.

“Esther, are you awake?” Grandmother called from the hearth.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Greet our guest, would you please?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Esther did not bother to cover herself. She was preoccupied with pondering the weight of the stone in her crotch. It was nice and snug in there, and the way it moved with each step she took promised yet another bout of the yummy feelings that had astonished her during the night.

More astonishment awaited her when she opened the cottage door, for there, standing on the damp earth, was the most stunning woman she had ever seen, thin as a willow and nearly as tall. Her skin was jet-black. Her shaved head gleamed in the rain. A red gown, embroidered with columns of silver, covered her to her bare feet, and on her high bosom there rested a golden medallion that held, at its center, a sky-blue, gray-speckled egg.

In her left hand, the black woman carried Esther’s cloak.

“Good morning, little miss,” she said. “May a body come in out of the rain?”

Esther, dumbfounded, could only nod and step out of the way.

“Esther!” her grandmother called. “Who is—”

On seeing the black giantess, she stopped dead in her tracks. The stranger, whose head grazed the rafters, spoke as if the sight of her were nothing to be marveled at.

“A friend of ours asked me to return this to you,” she said. “I have been walking through the woods all night.”

She held the cloak toward Esther, who took it without a word.

Her grandmother, at last, recovered her wits.

“Esther, what do you say?”

“Th…um, thank you, ma’am,” the girl stammered.

“It’s we who thank you,” the woman said.

“Esther,” her grandmother went on, “do you have something of hers to return?”

The young girl was mortified. How could she reveal where she had hidden the egg, and how could she dig it out in front of company?

But the visitor waved the suggestion aside.

“The pretty blue egg? Oh, no, please keep that. It’s a small gift, and we have others.”

As if to illustrate the point, she laid her hand atop the blue egg on her bosom, and at the moment of that touch, the egg inside of Esther buzzed once again.

“What was that?” Grandmother said.

“I didn’t hear anything,” the visitor said. “Did you, dear?”

“N—no, ma’am,” Esther said.

“I’ll be on my way, then,” the woman said.

“I’m about to serve breakfast,” Grandmother said. “Please join us.”

“That sounds tempting, and I have a long way to go,” the woman said. As she pondered the invitation, she absently fingered her medallion. With every stroke, the egg inside of Esther quivered and pulsed. A burst of pleasure brought the girl to her knees.

“Esther, what’s wrong?” Grandmother said. “You’re shaking all over!”

“Oh!” Esther exclaimed. “Oh! Oh!”

“Your child has a good heart,” the visitor said. “And she must be very clever, to have discovered the secret so soon.”

With those words, the giantess grasped her medallion tightly. Esther was wholly overcome. She thrashed about the floor, squirting in every direction and wailing terrible obscenities — words she had never heard from her grandmother, but which seemed appropriate under the circumstances.

“She’s possessed!” Grandmother cried. “What evil have you brought among us?”

“Nonsense,” the dark stranger said. She let go of the medallion. Esther grew still, and the little blue egg dropped from between her legs.

“Oh,” Grandmother said. “I get it now.”

Moral:
A random act of charity
May be repaid with ecstasy,
But any girl with half a mind to
Will find what she has long been blind to,
For every one who’s ever been
Has got enchanted eggs within.

The End

 

The Latchmore Fairies, Chapter 4

  • Posted on August 4, 2022 at 2:37 pm

A brief recap: Single mother and secret lesbian Amanda receives wonderful news from Caroline, the dance instructor for her eleven-year-old daughter Katie. She informs Amanda that Katie is being considered as a fairy for Latchmore House, a magical kingdom of sorts for young girls.  Amanda gets more good news the following day, when Caroline asks her on a date. That evening, Amanda finally comes out to her daughter, only to be surprised (and secretly thrilled) when Katie admits that she likes girls herself. Amanda’s date with Caroline is a rousing success. They make passionate love and share some secrets, including a mutual attraction to young girls. Now read on…

 

by C. Cat

On Monday morning, Amanda received a call from Cindy Franklin, Head Mistress of Latchmore House. She was very interested in meeting both Amanda and her little girl Katie.

“I’d especially like to give Katie a chance to meet and get to know the other girls,” Ms. Franklin said. “That’s the best way to see if your daughter would do well as one of the Latchmore Fairies. Mind you, I’ve heard some very glowing praise for Katie, so I’ve no doubt that she’d be a good fit. Can we pencil you in for an appointment this Saturday afternoon?”

Amanda readily agreed, smiling to herself at the thought of what it meant to be a “good fit,” in light of her talk with Caroline about her experiences as a fairy. That’s when she’d learned that Latchmore House had always been run by lesbians, women who encouraged their fairies to find love and pleasure with other girls.

Katie was thrilled to learn that they had free tickets for a tea party at Latchmore on the weekend. She’d visited there before, but never for a special event like this where the fairies were guaranteed to be there. Amanda hadn’t yet told Katie that she might be offered the chance to become a fairy herself — that had been arranged as a special surprise.

The weather was beautiful when they arrived. After checking in, they sat outside near a fountain with a group, mostly mothers and younger daughters. There, tea and sandwiches were served. Afterward, as trays of little cakes were brought out, there was a murmur from the crowd – some of the girls had spotted the fairies capering in the woods.

The fairies were shy at first, disappearing when they were spotted. Soon they were a little bolder, staying longer and even waving at the onlookers. Before very long, the little girls were calling to the fairies, pleading with them to come out and play.

Eventually, some of the fairies who had instruments gathered together and began to play a lilting melody. Other fairies gradually came dancing out of the forest, coming together in a circle.

As they moved around the circle, every now and then one of the fairies would break off and choose a little girl from the crowd to join them. They would have the girls follow along with simple steps, and soon almost all of the youngsters were dancing.

Amanda felt a warmth growing inside as she watched the little girls caper in their pretty sundresses. She especially appreciated the girls with shorter skirts, the kind that put their bare legs on display. As the dance continued, Amanda noticed that the fairies seemed to be encouraging the girls to spin around, so their skirts would rise up for an occasional glimpse of their knickers.

As Katie danced with the others, several of the fairies gave her especially bright smiles. Some of them even winked at her. She thought they were all beautiful, but it wasn’t just their faces she noticed. Instead, she was transfixed by the skimpy material of the fairies’ dresses, which displayed their lithe bodies to delicious effect. Right from the start she felt butterflies in her tummy. They’re all so… so sexy! She couldn’t help but picture herself undressing them, touching them, even kissing them all over. The very idea made her shiver.

When the music stopped, everyone cheered. The fairies then quickly seated themselves in a distant circle around one of their own number, an adorable blonde who began to sing a folk song in her sweet, clear soprano. Some of the girls, Katie included, slowly wandered back to join their mothers as they listened. Everyone was silent, enraptured by the young fairy’s beautiful song.

Katie’s eyes were drawn to one little redheaded fairy with bright green eyes. The way she was sitting, Katie could see right up her skirt. Glancing around nervously, she quickly realised that no one else had noticed but her. It felt wrong to stare, but the sight was much too compelling. Katie looked again, wishing she could see even more.

Then the girl shifted, and Katie barely managed to stop herself from gasping out loud. She could see everything now, and there were no panties to block her view — just the bare beauty of the girl’s cunny.

Katie’s heart was pounding frantically, and she felt warm all over. Common sense told her to look away, but she just couldn’t. It’s so pretty! She wanted to touch herself, right there in front of everyone.

Though still a girl of eleven who had only recently admitted to herself she was gay, Katie had actually known the truth for much longer. Even so, her experience with girls was very limited. She’d practised kissing a few times with some girls at summer camp, but felt obliged to pretend she was only rehearsing for kissing boys when she was older. Admitting her real feelings to any of the girls she knew didn’t seem possible — she was much too bashful.

What Katie lacked in experience, she made up with a vivid imagination. After the conversation with her mother about her preference for girls, she’d been thinking more and more about lesbian sex. Most of her fantasies were about girls her age, particularly when they had long slender legs, tight little bottoms, and were just beginning to grow breasts. Whenever she got scolded for being distracted in school or dance class, thinking of girls like that was usually the reason.

But she liked older women, too. Although partial to those on the petite side, she absolutely loved women with nice big boobs. There was just something about a slim woman with breasts that seemed a little too big for her body — just like Jordan from the mall and, she recently realised, her own mother. At first Katie felt guilty about thinking about her mum that way, but had to admit she was dead sexy.

Drifting off into an idle fantasy of the little redheaded fairy, Katie forgot that she was still staring. So when she glanced up, she got a shock — the girl’s big green eyes were locked on hers! There was no hiding what she was looking at, or what she was thinking, so Katie braced herself for what would happen next. Would the girl get upset, even make a scene?

In fact, nothing like that happened. The girl just smiled, showing her braces. Then, almost imperceptibly, she spread her knees a little wider before giving Katie a nod of approval.

Omigosh, Katie marvelled. She… she wants me to look!

More than that, the flush in the redhead’s cheeks and what appeared to be a hint of wetness between her legs made it clear: she was excited, too.

Katie felt the ache in that special spot as it cried out for attention. She squeezed her thighs together and shifted her body a bit, but that wasn’t enough. She desperately needed to touch herself.

Wondering if she ought to excuse herself for a trip to the toilet, Katie was so caught up in the moment that she failed to notice two other fairies who had drifted up behind her. Her fingers were within inches of her throbbing sex when she heard a noise behind her and flinched. Before she knew what was what, one of the fairies had bent to whisper in her ear. “Would you like to come and play with us?”

Had they noticed anything? Kate hadn’t quite touched herself yet, but the way she’d started and the guilty expression on her face must’ve been obvious. She took a breath to calm herself, then looked to her mother for permission. If Mum could tell what Katie had just been thinking, she didn’t let on.

Amanda gave her daughter a warm smile. “Go ahead, sweetheart, I’m sure they have a lot to show you.”

“We do,” the fairies said in unison. Each took one of Katie’s hands and helped the girl to her feet, then led her down a nearby path.

As the fairies took her with them, Katie noticed that most of the other girls had also been taken aside. A few were jumping and spinning about with a couple of fairies; some, like herself, were being guided into the woods; and one little girl was seated with her fairy in a shady spot, eyes wide as she listened to a story.

***

Amanda watched as the fairies wandered away with Katie, briefly admiring their cute little bums, already imagining what lovely games the three of them might play together. Wouldn’t it be wonderful if they made love to her? she mused. I can’t imagine a nicer introduction to sex.

Once the trio had disappeared into the forest, Amanda shifted her attention to the remaining girls. In particular, there was one especially lovely redheaded fairy seated close by. My God… she’s absolutely perfect! She pictured herself reaching under that snug-fitting dress and slipping the girl’s panties off, then burrowing between those silken thighs. Tracing that sweet pink slit with my tongue, capturing the taste of her, savouring it… 

A woman’s voice suddenly broke into Amanda’s wicked reverie, making her jump. “They are beautiful, aren’t they?”

Swivelling around to see an unfamiliar woman standing over her, Amanda blurted, “What? Oh, yes, I s-suppose.” Taking a deep breath, she struggled to compose herself, painfully aware of her flushed cheeks.

“My apologies. I didn’t mean to startle you,” the woman said. She extended a hand. “I’m Cindy Franklin.”

Taking Ms. Franklin’s hand, Amanda replied, “Oh, yes… um, Amanda Peters. I’m Katie’s mum.”

Cindy Franklin was absolutely gorgeous. She wore a yellow sundress with a low-cut neckline, a cinched waist that accented her trim figure, and a skirt that stopped a couple inches above the knees showing off her long athletic legs. Her blonde hair seemed to sparkle in the sun. Even though she must have been a few years older than Amanda, she had the sort of rosy skin that made it impossible to guess her age.

Ms. Franklin nodded. “Yes, I thought that was you. I’m so glad you and your daughter could join us today. I hope Katie is having a good time!”

“Thank you, Ms. Franklin. Um, yes, she’s having a lovely time. She just left a moment ago with a pair of your fairies.”

“Please, call me Cindy. Yes, that was Piper and Melissa. I asked them to show her around… I hope that’s okay. You see, I wanted to have a chance for the two of us to chat.”

By then, Amanda would have followed her anywhere. “Absolutely.”

“Let’s take a stroll, then. The gardens are beautiful, after all.” Taking her hand again, Cindy helped Amanda to stand, and they set off.

Amanda didn’t let go, either. Cindy’s grasp was warm and comforting, like a mummy holding her little girl’s hand. She’d often fantasised about finding a woman who made her feel like a young girl, and something about Cindy made her feel secure and looked after. A flush of warmth ran through her body as she imagined what it might be like to love this kind, strong woman.

As for Cindy, she found herself to be quite attracted to Amanda. When her close friend and former Latchmore fairy Caroline had nominated Amanda’s daughter Katie to be a fairy herself, she’d let Cindy know that the girl’s mother was as sweet and genuine as she was beautiful. Cindy had to agree, already hoping that she and Amanda might become friends, hopefully lovers. The woman had a sweet submissive side that made Cindy want to possess her and care for her.

It was clear to see Amanda was attracted to her too, but desire alone wasn’t always enough. Most young girls quickly adapted to the unique culture of Latchmore House, but women who had grown up with the baggage of society sometimes had a much more difficult time adjusting to the Latchmore way.

If Amanda was to be brought into their circle, Cindy needed to know how close to the edge the woman was willing to go. That meant pushing her a little more than she might expect.

“May I ask you something… personal?” Cindy said as she led Amanda to a bench in a quiet green bower, where they seated themselves. She rested a hand on the younger woman’s knee.

Amanda nodded. “Yes. Anything.” She felt a renewed twinge of excitement. Could Cindy be interested in her as more than just the mother of a potential recruit?

“Just before I introduced myself, you were looking at a little redheaded girl. What were you thinking at that moment?”

A pang of fear surged through Amanda. She saw me looking? She knows? Oh my God, oh my GOD.

Before there was even time to think, Amanda was speaking, trying to shield herself. “Um, I was just, uh, thinking how pretty…”

“No,” Cindy cut her off calmly, but with an edge to her voice. “She is pretty, yes… but you and I both know it was more than that. At Latchmore, we are always open and honest with our sisters. It’s our way. I want the next words you speak to be the truth, Amanda. The truth.”

Sisters. The word hung in the air for a moment. At first it seemed out of place, but then her thoughts fell together like pieces of a puzzle. She already knows the answer, Amanda told herself, now she’s trying to find out if I trust her. Maybe even more than a sister would.

Common sense told Amanda to deny her feelings. That was the voice she always listened to… and she was well acquainted with the guilt and shame that fed it. But at the same time, there was something about Cindy that she responded to, that made her want to be honest about her desires.

Can I really tell her this… the one secret I’ve never shared with anyone, not even a lover?

It was an enormous gamble, one Amanda suddenly knew she wanted to take.

“I…” she started to speak, but her voice cracked. Staring down at her restless hands, she tried again. “I… really did think she was pretty, yes… But you’re right, there was more to it. I thought she was sexy, too… and that excited me.” Now that she’s begun, the words flowed more freely. “I was imagining what it would be like to – to take her knickers off. To take all her clothes off. I w-wanted to lick her pussy… to find out what she tastes like.”

Bracing herself for Cindy’s response, Amanda raised her head, made eye contact. To her enormous awe and relief, the woman was smiling.

Cindy opened her arms and Amanda fell into them, hugging her new friend as she began to cry.

“Good girl,” Cindy said, cradling the sobbing Amanda to her. “Thank you for being brave, sweetheart. I know that was hard, but it’s important that you and I be honest with each other.”

Amanda wept quietly for a little while, finally calming herself. Gently breaking away, she sat up straight. “Oh, hell,” she muttered, quickly withdrawing a tissue and wiping her face. “I’m sure I look perfectly awful now…”

“Not at all,” said Cindy, carefully placing her hand on the younger woman’s upper thigh. “You’re lovelier than ever.”

Amanda turned to look at Cindy, unable to speak. Tears were still in her eyes, but Cindy also saw desire. Leaning in, she kissed Amanda on the mouth.

The kiss was gentle, sensual. They both enjoyed the lingering pace, not so much passionate as warm and filled with affection. When they broke apart, they paused to gaze into each other’s eyes.

“Caroline told me quite a lot about you, but I didn’t expect you to be this special.” Cindy whispered as she stroked Amanda’s hair. “I hope this is the start of something more.”

“I… I’d like that, too.”

“You understand that things are different here. We follow our own rules when it comes to relationships.”

“Caroline told me a few things about that… I’m sure that I have a lot to learn, though.”

Cindy’s hand trailed from down from Amanda’s hair, pausing to caress her neck. “Then you came to the right teacher,” she said, playfully tapping her new friend on the nose like she was a cute little schoolgirl, “and I have just the thing for your first lesson.”

Rising from the bench, Cindy took Amanda by the hand and led her down the path.

Soon they came upon an old building that was once a carriage house, but had long since been renovated. Cindy led Amanda to an office on the second floor, but didn’t take her inside. Instead, she had Amanda sit on a bench out front.

“If you wouldn’t mind waiting for a few minutes, I have to make some arrangements.”

“Of course,” Amanda said, eager to please her new teacher.

Sitting on the bench, she started to feel a little like a schoolgirl who’d been summoned to the principal’s office. She was a little nervous about what Cindy might be planning, but that just excited her all the more.

After about ten minutes, Cindy called out to her. Like an obedient girl, Amanda entered and stood before Cindy’s desk, hands clasped before her.

Rising from behind the desk, Cindy came over to Amanda, then began to circle her. It felt as if she was being inspected, even appraised. Strangely enough, she found herself turned on by it. Unsure how to respond, Amanda chose to remain silent, looking forward.

“Are you ready to begin?” Cindy whispered in her ear as she brought her body closer to Amanda’s.

“I am,” Amanda said, struggling to keep calm as she felt a hand slide up her leg, then slowly lift the skirt of her sundress.

She was already wet with excitement, unable to stifle a whimper as Cindy patted her panty-covered ass. “First, these knickers have to go. Take them off, then hold your skirt up.”

Amanda dutifully obeyed, pushing the sodden panties down, then letting them fall to ring her ankles. Taking hold of the skirt, she hoisted it to her waist, putting her sex on full display. She’d always been a fairly modest woman, never one for flaunting her nudity, but she now found herself thrilled by the sheer lewdness of what she was up to now: standing before another woman, showing her cunt off like a wicked child.

“Very pretty,” Cindy said, still examining her, “I love your shaved pussy.”

“Thank you, Miss Cindy,” Amanda said. It didn’t seem right to call a teacher by her first name alone.

Cindy stood face to face with Amanda. “Do you understand that always being honest with your sisters – even if it feels uncomfortable to you — is our most important rule?”

“I understand, Miss Cindy.”

“That’s what we’re going to practice now,” Cindy said. Placing a hand on Amanda’s shoulder, she gently turned the woman around.

Amanda’s eyes went wide when she saw a third person standing there: the little redheaded fairy from the garden.

“Amanda, this is Rayne. Rayne, this is Katie’s mum, Amanda. I think she has something she needs to tell you. It’s about what she was thinking when she saw you earlier today.”

A jolt of panic hit Amanda, harder than it had the first time she was asked to share her true thoughts. Telling Cindy was one thing, but could she admit her deepest, darkest desire to a little girl?

She was frightened, yes… but in addition to the fear, she knew excitement. After all, isn’t this what I’ve dreamed of for ages?

In her shock, she almost forgot she was standing in front of the girl with her skirt held high, panties at her feet. By the time she noticed, it was too late to cover up. The look on Rayne’s face wasn’t one of surprise, though. In fact the girl, who couldn’t have been a day over twelve, was staring at Amanda’s pussy with a distinct hunger in her eyes.

Feeling helpless and exposed, Amanda had no choice but to be honest.

“I… I was looking at you in the garden today and thought about how sexy and beautiful you looked. I imagined what it would be like to kiss you, undress you, and caress your body. I wanted to touch you everywhere, then spread your legs and, and lick you until you came. Then I wanted you to… to do the same to me.”

“Did you feel like masturbating when you were watching her?” Cindy asked. She was now seated in a plush accent chair.

“I did.”

Cindy turned to the girl. “What do you think about that?”

Rayne grinned. “I’m glad she likes me like that. I think she’s sexy, too.”

“Would you like to watch while Amanda makes herself come?”

The little girl nodded eagerly. “Yes, please!”

“You heard the girl,” Cindy told Amanda. “Touch your cunt. Come for her.”

Amanda was still in a mild state of shock, but she couldn’t deny the hunger she felt for the little girl, as well as her desire to please Cindy. Perching on the edge of the desk, she spread her legs apart to give Rayne a good view.

Running two fingers up and down her slit, she watched Rayne carefully, imagining that it was the girl who was touching her there. Drifting back into her fantasy from earlier, Amanda pictured herself slipping off the little girl’s fairy dress, caressing her bare body, bending to lick and suckle the tips of her budding breasts. Her excitement grew as she imagined kneeling before Rayne, nuzzling her slit. Was she silky smooth down there, or might she have a sprinkling of pubic down that matched the bright red of her hair?

It was easy to see that Rayne was becoming aroused, too. She slid a hand down each thigh, finally grasping the hem of her skirt. Instead of lifting it, though, she slowly spread her knees. Inch by inch, the young girl allowed more of her slender legs and inner thighs to be seen.

The little vixen, Amanda thought. She’s teasing me!

As if Rayne could read her mind, she gave the skirt an unexpected jerk, yanking it up to her chest.

Amanda gasped, her head spinning like a crazed carousel at what she saw. Beneath the dress, the little girl was completely naked. The sight of Rayne’s pretty pink cunny made her mouth water.

“Tell Amanda how old you are, child,” Cindy murmured.

“I just turned eleven. Just like Katie, ‘cept she’s a month older.”

Cindy studied Amanda thoughtfully. “Know something, Rayne? I’ve got a very distinct feeling that Katie’s mummy wants to lick her little girl’s cunt, just like she wants to lick yours. Am I right, Amanda?”

By that point, Amanda was pumping two fingers deep into her vagina while using the other hand to work her clitoris. She was short of breath, but still managed to gasp, “Yes, oh God, yes. I want to, to m-make love to my daughter.” She was revelling in her lewdness, suddenly eager to reveal her most dangerous secrets.

“I’d like to see you do that,” Rayne said, still holding her dress high, then she gave a slight pout. “Wish my mum would make love to me. She wants to, I can tell… guess she’s too scared.”

Cindy stroked her chin. “Your mother’s gay, isn’t she?” Rayne nodded. “She’s certainly a lovely woman. I’ll be sure to spend some time with her on our next Parents Day. We’ll have a nice chin wag, just us two. Who knows… maybe we can make your dream come true.”

“That would be so, so awesome!” Rayne exclaimed, slipping a hand between her thin thighs.

“What about Katie?” Cindy purred – stealing a glance at Amanda, who was still frantically masturbating. “You had a good look at her when we were in the grove… how would you like to lick that sweet little girl?”

Rayne was toying with her slit. “Oohhh, I’d love to. Can Miss Amanda also be there? That’s what I’d really like – to fuck Katie and her mummy!”

Hearing this girl of eleven voice her hot, forbidden fantasy proved too much for Amanda. She cried, “Yes! Oh, yes!” as the first wave of ecstasy came crashing down, shuddering helplessly as she continued to pleasure herself.

Once the storm of her orgasm had dwindled, she felt a rush of guilt. Not only had she masturbated in front of a child, she’d confessed her lustful desire for Katie. My God… what have I done? What’s wrong with me? Tears welled up in her eyes, and she was unable to stifle a choked sob.

Cindy seemed about to comfort her, but Rayne reacted first, hastening over to give Amanda a hug. “Don’t cry, Miss Amanda,” the girl said, “We were just having nice feelings. I like you… and I ‘specially liked watching you! I hope we can do more, lots more.”

Cupping the girl’s face, Amanda touched her lips to Rayne’s forehead, then gave her a tender kiss on the mouth. “Bless you, sweet child,” she whispered. She settled back on the desk’s edge, brushing tears away with the back of her hand.

“Miss Cindy?” Rayne said. “I think I know how to make her feel better.” She whispered something in the woman’s ear.

“A capital idea!” Cindy exclaimed. She hugged the young girl, who quickly tugged her fairy dress down and off, tossing it aside. Now she was completely nude. “Amanda, why don’t you join Rayne on the couch. She has a treat for you.”

Those awkward feelings of shame seemed to evaporate like morning mist as Amanda pushed herself up from the desktop, then advanced toward the naked eleven-year-old, already tingling with anticipation. Mere moments after her last orgasm, she was yearning for more.

Throwing both arms around Amanda’s neck, Rayne kissed her. This kiss was considerably more heated, the girl’s tongue darting between the woman’s parted lips. Amanda was quick to match Rayne’s passion with her own, hugging the child’s bare body to her clothed one.

When she finally pulled away, a hungry-eyed Rayne said. “You’ll need to lay down.” She pointed to the couch. “I want to take a pony ride on your face.” Then she giggled, which made her seem even younger.

Pausing to step out of her shoes, then shrug out of her dress and bra, Amanda stretched out on the red velvet sofa. Ready. Waiting.

Rayne straddled her older lover’s face, that tantalisingly bare cunt nearly brushing from Amanda’s lips, She  could feel its warmth.

“Put your tongue inside me,” the girl instructed as she lowered herself.

As Rayne’s sex drew closer, Amanda let her tongue slip inside the moist opening and moved it around a bit, tasting a little girl for the very first time. The flavour was clean, tart and utterly luscious, like some juicy, ripe fruit she’d never tried before.

A moan could be heard from above. “Ohhhh… you’re a good pony,” Rayne sighed as she began to rock her hips back and forth. Amanda simply had to reach up and squeeze those darling little buttocks, feeling them clench and release as the girl moved against her.

“That’s it,” Cindy said, a breathy quality to her voice. “Fuck her face, Rayne.”

Those words seemed to make everything real. I’m going down on a little girl, an astonished Amanda told herself. The same age as my daughter. I wanted something like this for so long, and now it’s happening. She felt the silky softness of the girl’s thighs framing her cheeks, and drove her tongue in further. Take me, Rayne. Take me, make me yours. Be my lover.

She could see the girl swaying, her eyes closed, mouth gone slack. Then she noticed that Rayne had a hand between her legs, playing with her clit as Amanda continued to lick.

That perky little bottom seemed to fit her hands perfectly. She cupped it, explored its roundness, let her fingers trail through the cleft of Rayne’s arse. An approving hum from the child let Amanda know she was on the right track.

Finding the taut rosebud with the tip of her index finger, she pressed inward. Rayne inhaled sharply when Amanda penetrated her rectum, right up to the third knuckle. The ease with which she’d achieved entry told her that Rayne had done this before. The cry that broke from the girl’s throat told Amanda that she loved it.

A heartbeat later, she felt the girl’s body go tense. The world held its breath for the briefest eternity, then those thin but powerful thighs clamped around Amanda’s head as Rayne shrieked out, gobsmacked by a frenzied orgasm that seemed to go on forever – or at least until she cried, “Stop, p-please stop!”

Dazed and winded, Rayne slumped against the back cushions of the sofa when Amanda stopped licking her. It took a few moments for the eleven-year-old to recover, but she had unfinished business with her grownup partner. Finally catching her breath, she climbed down, kneeling next to where Amanda lay.

Thank you, Miss Amanda,” Rayne gave her a kiss, pausing to sample her own juices from the woman’s coated lips. “Now it’s my turn.”

Moving down to the end of the couch, the cute redhead pushed Amanda’s legs wide apart, looking up at her with those pretty green eyes and a smile, then bent down to give the woman’s juicy slit a long lick. The touch of Rayne’s tongue made Amanda squirm with delight. “Christ almighty,” she moaned.

As Rayne’s skilled tongue worked its magic, Amanda raised her hips, encouraging the girl to suck her clit, or at least probe deeper into the vaginal opening. But Rayne refused to be rushed, focused as she was on licking curlicues through the folds of Amanda’s labia. It felt lovely, but those feather-light flicks of the tongue were more of a tease than a release. She seemed so happy, too – all cute and playful, as if she was having fun with her Barbie dolls instead of performing oral sex on a grown woman.

Just when Amanda was on the verge of screaming, Rayne abruptly switched tactics, plunging deep into her new lover’s core, licking out all of the honey she could gulp down.

God, she’s good at this, Amanda told herself, bracing herself for the coming storm. She could feel it massing inside, building into something enormous. Here it comes here it comes here it comes

But just as she was set to go off like a firework, Rayne pulled away, raising her head. Amanda stared at the girl in disbelief. What the actual fuck…?

“I love the taste of your pussy, Miss Amanda… I bet Katie will love it just as much!” she declared, then lunged forward, taking the woman’s clitoris between her lips to suck.

It didn’t take more than a few flicks of Rayne’s tongue to push Amanda over the edge. “Ohhh, yes, YES! J-just like that! Oh, GOD!” she wailed, then gave herself up to the moment’s ecstasy. All she could do was let it happen, ride the wave wherever it took her. She drifted for a while, then the motion ceased.

After a long while, her eyes fluttered open to see a smiling Rayne, perched on the arm of the sofa. “That was really nice, Miss Amanda. I hope we can do it again. Maybe Katie will be playing with us next time!”

These words warmed Amanda’s heart. “I hope so, love. We’ll see,” she said, extending her arms to the  girl. Rayne crawled into her embrace, and the two shared a gentle but passion-filled kiss, their tongues engaging in a slow dance.

I’m tasting my cunt on a little girl’s mouth, Amanda thought. How amazing is that?

Rayne’s lips and chin were still moist when she hopped up. “I need to go now, but I know we’ll meet again,” she said, taking Amanda’s hand. “I love you.” And with that, she hastened from the room, pausing to snatch up her fairy dress along the way.

“I… I love you too,” Amanda whispered. But the child was already gone.

She sat up; glanced about. Her heart skipped a beat at the sight of Cindy, who was still seated in the accent chair. Now, however, the older woman was nude from the waist down, her legs open.

Lazily stroking her slit, Cindy smiled. “My, that was an impressive show! Watching you and Rayne got me all hot and juicy, and now I’m in need of relief. I think you need to come over here and pleasure me.” She spread her thighs even wider, causing her vagina to open slightly.

“Yes, Miss Cindy,” Amanda said, happy for the opportunity to serve her new mentor.

Soon she was kneeling between Cindy’s legs, licking a pathway through the droplets of wetness on the woman’s inner thighs before gently circling the opening with the tip of her tongue.

“Lovely,” Cindy breathed. “You’ll fit in very nicely at Latchmore, my dear.”

Using finger and thumb to open her teacher’s cunt, Amanda probed deep inside the fiery pinkness, far as her tongue could reach.

She heard a contented sigh from Cindy, who went on to say, “By the way, Rayne has a rather naughty idea in mind – one I’m sure you’ll like.” She was stroking Amanda’s hair.

“Mmm?” Amanda said between licks.

“Soon as she sees your daughter, Rayne plans to give her a big, messy kiss… just so Katie will taste your pussy on her lips. Think of that! She’ll know what Rayne has been up to, she just won’t know who with!” Cindy chuckled. “Can you imagine what your little girl will think when she finds out the truth?”

It was a scheme that couldn’t fail to excite Amanda. She began to lick Cindy more aggressively, burying her mouth in the wet, pungent flesh.

“That’s – oh, yessss, that’s it,” Cindy said. “Mmmmm, such a good, obedient girl…”

Amanda was surprised at how Cindy’s praise – Miss Cindy, she reminded herself – made her glow inside. Determined to make her teacher genuinely happy, she paused briefly to lick her lips before moving on to the tiny bud of the woman’s clit, taking it between her lips to suck.

Moments later, Miss Cindy was gasping in ecstasy. Her fingers were tangled in Amanda’s blonde tresses as she came, her honey flowing into the younger woman’s mouth.

On to Chapter Five!