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Help Wanted

  • Posted on April 30, 2026 at 2:17 pm

by JetBoy

A few years ago, we posted something a little different from the sexy stories you know and (hopefully) love: a request for help. Not financial help, mind you – Juicy Secrets will always be free to the world, available to those who crave the goodies we offer. No, in that case, we needed the assistance of a more work-oriented kind. Sadly, the time has come once more where we approach our public to ask for a helping hand.

Since the beginning, Juicy Secrets has relied on the efforts of editors to shape and polish the stories we feature. First, it was the three site founders: Naughty Mommy, Cheryl Taggert and yours truly. Just before Cheryl and Naughty Mommy moved on to pastures new, we had the valuable assistance of site friend PoppaBear. He vanished one day, though there have been rumors that he’s still out there somewhere. So I became the one and only editor and got bogged down in the task almost immediately.

But luck was with us: two hardy souls generously signed on to edit stories for Juicy Secrets: Jacqueline Jillinghoff and BlueJean, both skilled authors in their own right. Their efforts enabled us to keep up the pace, posting new stories and chapters every four or five days as God intended.

That is no longer the case, and hasn’t been for a while. Jacqueline is on indefinite hiatus, needing time to work on her own writing… a most worthy cause, as readers of her stories will surely attest. As for BlueJean, he feels that he’s taken his involvement in erotic fiction far as it can go, and longs to tackle something different. (That said, his final work for our site has just begun to appear.) In both cases, I want to offer sincerest thanks for services rendered. Jacqueline and BlueJean put in a lot of quality work for no pay and a very small portion of glory. Far as I’m concerned, they will always be Friends of Juicy Secrets. Respect.

Still, their absence leaves me, your Boy Pornographer, in a bit of a bind. The stories are beginning to mount up, and at least a couple of the writers are getting antsy, if not downright pissed. Which means that, once again, I’m hanging up a HELP WANTED sign to tell the world that Juicy Secrets is in dire need of a good editor… or more, if we can find them.

That said, let me hasten to add that this is NOT a position that can be filled by just anybody. A love for sexy stories, while admirable, doesn’t come close.

There are two things we’re looking for here.

First, to edit for Juicy Secrets, you must have the skills needed to edit prose. This requires a solid knowledge of the English language and how to shape it. We’re talking about the ability to catch and correct errors in grammar, syntax, tense, punctuation and spelling, and to know when a word is used correctly or not.

But there’s more to the job than fixing mistakes. There’s also reworking prose for improved flow and clarity, which often means rearranging the content of a sentence so it reads better. There’s the ability to trim away bits that are less than necessary – especially in sex scenes, where it’s all too easy for writers to repeat themselves.

Sometimes the editor has to catch logical lapses, like sex positions that don’t make sense, or moments where a character is somehow wearing panties after having stripped naked two paragraphs earlier. (My particular Achilles heel, as many of you already know by now, is keeping names straight.)

Basically, in order to hold your own as a Juicy Secrets editor, it’s best if you are A) a voracious reader, and B) a fairly good writer yourself. Or both. Otherwise, you probably won’t have the chops for the job.

Second, we would need a certain level of commitment to the task. Obviously, you have a life of your own to live – earning a daily crust, sleeping, time spent with the family, household chores, brushing your ferrets, etc. Nonetheless, we would expect you to put in at least a few hours a week, with the understanding that A) one does need to take the occasional vacation, and B) Shit Happens.

And that, dear friends, is what we seek in our quest.

It should also be mentioned that every writer is different, and you are sure to need wildly diverse approaches as to how you work with them. Some authors take a very relaxed attitude to the editor’s role, some want to approve or reject every single change you make, and some are averse to having very much changed at all. I’ve rarely had a genuinely bad editing experience.

What do you get for your effort as a Juicy Secrets editor? Nothing you can pay the rent with, sorry to say… but it’s rich in terms of intangibles. There’s the lovely people you work with, the gratitude they offer, the friends you will make, the satisfaction of a job well done, and the pride you’ll feel at seeing a story you edited up at the site, drawing praise by the bushel basket.

(It shouldn’t have to be mentioned, but I will anyway – please, do NOT apply for this position unless you are serious about the offer. My hours are limited, and any of them spent with time-wasters will subtract from our ability to get new stories and chapters posted to Juicy Secrets. On the other hand, a new editor or two might mean we can post more frequently… and that’s a win-win in any man’s English.)

So there it is. We’re sending out the call… have you got what it takes to wield the red pen? If you think so, drop us a line at

[email protected]

All applicants will get a few small samples of writing to test out their skills. We’ll see what happens from there.

Thanks for reading a post that is utterly bereft of fucking.

Yrs, Danny (JetBoy)

Update: Wow… ask and ye shall receive! I’ve had quite a few applications for the editing post, so this job opening is CLOSED until further notice. Looks like we’ll be getting at least one editor out of this, I’d say. Watch this space!

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A Series of Erotic Interviews with Highly-Sexed Women, Chapter 7

  • Posted on April 28, 2026 at 2:41 pm

by Suzy Freeman

My final interview for this phase of the study was with Riley, a young woman of twenty-two. She is a natural redhead and claims her mother named her Riley for that reason, because she was born with a full head of hair. I found her marvelously attractive, though I only include that information because I am part of my own subject group, women who identify as having experienced a very active sex drive in their younger years. For the purpose of this interview, Riley brought her sisters with her: Wendy (aged seventeen) and Lacey (twelve). The final “interview” I present here will be a sort of memoir of my own early life, which will come after this interview and end phase one of this project.

Q: Hello, Riley. Thank you for agreeing to meet me at my apartment.

A: My pleasure.

Q: I see you brought two others with you. Would you introduce them for the purposes of this study?

A: Yes, these are my sisters. The older one is Wendy. She’s seventeen. Lacey is twelve.

Q: I take it they are fully aware of the subject we are about to discuss?

A: Yes, they are VERY aware of it. (I notice that both Riley’s sisters are blushing.)

Q: You all have such lovely red hair. Are both your parents redheads?

A: Yes. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear Mom and Dad are brother and sister. (She laughs.)

Q: Oh, my. That’s amazing. It practically guarantees all their children will be redheads, too.

A: Yes, we love having parents that look so much like us.

Q: Okay, let’s get started, shall we? Riley, suppose you tell me about your earliest sexual experience.

A: Gladly. When I was around eight, I discovered my pussy, at least I discovered it was good for more than peeing. I was riding a horse and realized suddenly that the bouncing on the saddle was making me feel good down there. In my “privates.” That’s the word my mother always used.

Q: Did this lead to further exploration of your body?

A: Did it ever! Soon after that, it led to my first orgasm.

Q: When you were riding?

A: No. It was a few nights later when I was at home in my bed. I started thinking about how good it felt to rub myself against the saddle, then I started touching myself to see if I could give myself that same feeling without having to ride a horse. Turns out that I could. (She smiles at me again, and I find myself wondering how long I can keep myself from kissing those delicious-looking lips.)

Q: Can you describe it in greater detail? (I see a definite prickle of interest in Riley’s eyes. She seems to understand that my interest in this story goes far beyond the mere analytical.)

A: Well, I started feeling around, and after a minute or so, I found my clit. I remember wondering what that little bitty nub was for, and after one touch, I knew. That’s what made it feel so good when I was riding. So I kept rubbing it until it got too sensitive, and I had to stop for a minute. Instead, I touched all these different parts of my pussy, coming back to my clit every once in a while. After about ten or fifteen minutes of this, it was feeling too good to stop, so I didn’t. Suddenly this amazing feeling rushed up on me and I just rode it as far as I could. I had no idea what an orgasm was… just that I loved it, and I wanted more, lots more!

Q: How did you figure out what it was?

A: I went online. This was only fourteen years ago, and Google was already around back then. Well, when I discovered the feeling was called an orgasm, and what I was doing was called masturbation, I continued to seek out information about both those things. Pretty soon this led me to online porn, and that blew me away. I mean, I had no idea this stuff existed! Yes, I knew that women had babies, but the details on how the baby got inside them were, you know, kinda vague. I knew it had something to do with penises and vaginas, but the videos I found made the, um, mechanics of that very clear to me. I remember thinking, “Damn, so THAT’S how it’s done!” (We all laugh at this.)

Q: Did it frighten you?

A: Hell, no! It turned me on! Well, not all of it. After a while, I found myself getting bored with the videos featuring men. Well, what really happened was I decided I liked seeing naked women a lot more. Then I started checking out lesbian videos, and oh, my gosh, they turned me on!

Q: Did that make you wonder if you could be gay yourself?

A: No, it didn’t. You have to understand that, at my age, love and sex were totally different things. Love was stuff like… like having a family, raising kids, going to the beach, watching TV together, Mom hugging Dad when he got home from work. The stuff I saw in online porn was all about having fun. At that age, I was still expecting to get married and have kids one day. (She laughed.) I guess that would include sex with a husband, but it wasn’t something I thought about much. I sure liked to think about girls, though!

Q: So you continued to watch lesbian porn on a regular basis?

A: Constantly. I remember thinking I’d hit the jackpot, because I found SO many film scenes that made me want to touch myself. Which worked out nicely; ‘cause I was totally hooked on masturbation. I didn’t care so much about Barbies anymore… watching porn and getting off became my new hobbies.  I still love doing them both.

W (Wendy): She even taught me how to masturbate.

A: I sure did! That’s sort of how Wendy and I started fooling around.

Q: Do the two of you still have sex together?

A: Of course! Why stop? We’re both gay, and we love each other..

Q: (I look at Lacey.) I take it you have sex with your sisters as well?

L: (Lacey nods.) Yes. Ever since I can remember!

Q: Riley, how old were your sisters when you brought them into your world of sexual celebration?

A: Oooh, that’s a great way to put it. Let’s see. Wendy was five the first time we did anything. I’d been masturbating for about a year to lesbian porn, and I was starting to think about having sex with a girl myself. I didn’t have the nerve to make a move on any of my friends, though.

One day Wendy and I were taking a shower together. Sometimes Mom would have us do that if we were in a hurry to get somewhere. That morning, I saw my sister naked for the first time in a long while. Honestly, I could’ve kicked myself for not thinking of Wendy as a potential sex partner. She really looked up to me, she loved trying new things… and she was such a pretty little girl at that age. Now she’s a woman, and more beautiful than ever..

W (blushing): Aw, thanks, sis.

A: So I started asking questions about her body, and she responded just like I hoped she would.

W: I was clueless, of course. Back then, my cunt was just the place I peed from.

A: (Places a hand on her sister’s thigh) After that day, you knew better!

W: I’ll say!

A: Anyway, I remember I asked her…

(From here, I will report this more as if it’s a story, not an interview. This is still taken directly from the recording of the interview and transcribed verbatim.)

***

“Wendy?”

“Yeah?”

“Have you ever wondered why you have that?” I asked, pointing between her legs.

“My trickle? It’s to pee from, silly. Everybody knows that.”

“Well, it is, but it’s for other things, too.”

“Like what?”

I thought for a second before answering. “Pleasure.”

“Pleasure?” She thought for a second. “Well, I guess it feels good when you don’t have to pee anymore. Is that what you mean?”

“No, that’s not it. You have to touch yourself, your trickle. Then you get this amazing feeling. Or someone else can do it to you; that’s even better.”

Wendy made a face. “Touch your trickle? Or someone else’s? Gross! Why would anyone DO that?” Her eyes narrowed. “I don’t believe you. You’re playing some kind of a joke, aren’t you?”

“No, I’m not! Listen, Wendy, I’m totally serious. It’s the absolute best feeling in the world.”

“Nuh-uh! You’re fibbing.”

“Uh-huh! I’m not lying to you, I swear! I discovered it about a year ago, and I’ve been doing it ever since.”

“You’re not trying to trick me into putting my fingers where I pee, and then you make fun of me? Cause that’s sure what it sounds like.”

No, damn it! I’m trying to do you a big favor here, to show you how to have an orgasm.”

“Wait, wait – I’ve heard that word before. What’s an orgasm…? It’s a grownup thing, right?”

“It’s that amazing feeling I was telling you about. See, I didn’t know about orgasms until last year. I figure if you find out about them now, you can start having fun earlier than I did.” I shrugged.” But if you aren’t interested, never mind. Maybe you aren’t even old enough.”

That got her attention. She still seemed somewhat suspicious, but by then her curiosity was aroused. And nothing got Wendy’s ire up quicker than being told she wasn’t old enough to try something.

“Well… okay. What should I do?”

“Just touch your privates.”

“Um, will it hurt?”

“Does wiping yourself hurt?”

“No, I guess not.”

“Okay, then. Here, tell you what – I’ll give you a demonstration.” I tucked a hand between my legs and began to finger my clit. Talking about this with Wendy had me all worked up and needing to come. And I had to hurry, cause Mom would be knocking on the door soon, ordering us to get out before we used up all the hot water.

Wendy watched me for a moment, then reached down to lightly fondle her own slit, trying to copy what I was doing. After a minute or so, I asked, “Doesn’t that feel good?”

She just nodded, focused on rubbing herself.

“Touch near the top. That’s where it feels best.”

She fumbled about some, but didn’t locate her clit. “Where near the top?”

That’s what I was hoping she’d say! “Can I show you?” I said, my heart beginning to race.

Wendy nodded, and my hand joined hers. After a moment, she withdrew her fingers, letting me take over. I began to rub her clit. I could tell from her reaction that she was enjoying my touch. It wasn’t like my sister went into orbit, but now she knew I hadn’t been kidding about those good feelings. I felt her move to the rhythm of my fingers, her breath growing ragged.

“You like this?” I said, my lips brushing her ear.

She nodded, then gasped, “K-keep going!”

“Okay,” I said, “but you need to touch me the same way. It’s hard to do it to both of us at the same time.”

I half-expected her to refuse. Instead, Wendy reached out, found my pussy with her fingers and began to rub me. She was clumsy, but it felt lovely. After a moment, I guided her to my clit. “Right there, Wendy… oh, yeah, just like that.”

Her brow was furrowed as she concentrated on the task. “That little bump, right?”

“Yeah,” I sighed. Wow, my first ever time getting touched by someone else, and that certain someone was my six-year-old sister! Life certainly takes on some weird, wonderful routes, doesn’t it?

So Wendy and I stood beneath the warm water for the next couple of minutes, eagerly masturbating each other, getting more and more excited.

“Am I doing it right?” Wendy panted.

“Totally. Just keep rubbing my pussy like you’re doing it now.”

Her hand paused. “Pussy?”

“Yeah, that’s what older girls call it.”

“Oh… so that’s what it means,” she giggled.

That’s when I went over the edge. Oh my God, it was incredible, better than any orgasm I’d ever had. “Don’t s-stop, Wendy,” I blurted, “oh shit, don’t stop!”

The shower curtain was snatched back, unveiling what must’ve been one hell of a tableau: me with my fingers in my sister’s pussy and Wendy rubbing mine. My mother was standing there, her face frozen in shock. Unfortunately, it was too late for me to stop coming, so I had an orgasm right in front of Mom. Wendy was rooted to the spot, still touching my cunt until she noticed where her hand was and yanked it away.

“What are you two doing?” my mother cried. Then she said, “Never mind, I can see for myself. Get out, both of you. Dry yourselves off and come to Riley’s room.” With that, she walked out and shut the door behind, leaving two very shaken girls behind. We were terrified, and I was also upset that I hadn’t made Wendy come. I figured after this, I’d never get another chance.

When we entered my bedroom, Mom seemed calmer than she’d been moments earlier. Wendy and I were still naked, except for the bath towels wrapped around our bodies. Our mother was seated in my desk chair, turned to face the bed. “Have a seat,” she muttered, indicating the foot of the bed. We obeyed without a murmur

Looking at me, Mom spoke, “Where did you learn about that?”

“Um… touching?” I asked, more to stall for time than anything else.

“Yes. That kind of touching.”

“On the computer.” I’d considered lying, but couldn’t come up with anything believable.

“Where on the computer? Show me.”

I got up, and as I did, my towel slipped to the floor. I bent to pick it up when my mother said, “Don’t bother with that. I’ve seen you naked before.” She paused. “Like in the shower just now, having sex with your sister.”

I saw Wendy’s eyes widen as Mom’s words sank in. Yeah, we’d been having sex, but she hadn’t known that’s what it was.

“Don’t blame Wendy, Mom,” I said, forcing myself to meet her stern gaze. “It was my idea. She thought it was a, a game I was playing.”

My mother’s expression softened a bit, but her only response was to point at my PC. “Show me.”

Sitting naked at my computer, I logged on and went to Pornhub. There, I quickly and easily found a video of a girl masturbating. After bringing it up, I glanced at my mom, who wasn’t looking at me but at the  screen, watching the girl give herself pleasure.

“You watch these movies?” she finally said.

I couldn’t very well say I didn’t. “Yes.”

“Then what?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, what do you do while you’re watching?”

I was stunned by the question, and puzzled why Mom wasn’t yelling her head off. Struggling for the right words, I finally gave up and I pointed at the movie that was playing, showing the girl as she masturbated herself to a wonderful orgasm. “Um… that.”

Mom turned to Wendy, who was entranced by the video. She’d never seen anything like it before, I’m sure. “What about you? Do you watch these, too?”

An astonished Wendy looked at our mom and said, “No. Not until now.” Then her gaze returned immediately to the video of the girl, who was now in the throes of a massive, self-induced orgasm.

Mom seemed as enthralled as Wendy did. That’s when it hit me. This was turning her on! My mother was getting excited, sitting in my bedroom with her naked daughters and watching porn.

When the video ended, Mom moved to the keyboard and called up the history of the websites I’d visited. A lot of them were links to lesbian videos. She clicked one at random, and two girls who looked to be barely eighteen were having sex, a redhead and a blonde.

I stood there, still naked, as the video played. I’d come once in the shower, but these videos were making me horny all over again. I glanced at Wendy, and she was touching herself again, her towel bunched around her butt where she sat. Her body was fully exposed now. I’m not sure my sister was even aware that she’d begun to masturbate.

Mom was clearly enjoying the video, too. Her eyes seemed sort of glazed over, which was something I recognized from the videos when the women got really horny. Her breathing was kind of erratic, too. I suspected that if Wendy and I weren’t there, she’d be taking off her clothes and masturbating.

“Mom?” I finally said.

Her head jerked around to me. She looked surprised that I was there, as if she’d lost herself completely watching two girls fuck.

“What, sweetheart?”

“Are we… are we grounded?”

She looked from me to Wendy, her eyes widening slightly when she registered what her six-year-old was doing. Wendy seemed to be in her own world as she watched the two girls. The blonde was kneeling over the redhead’s face, pressing her pussy to her lover’s mouth. Mom looked back at me, started to speak, and then glanced at Wendy again. Turning to me, she said, “What?”

“Are we grounded?”

“Umm… no. No, you’re not grounded.”

I was suddenly worried about my mother. This didn’t make sense. I found myself almost wishing we were getting grounded. I had to know why she’d decided not to.

“Why not?”

She looked at me, then back at Wendy before returning her gaze to me, but not before glancing at the movie once more.

She took a deep breath and said, “Girls, if I tell you something private, do you swear never to tell anyone else? Not ever?”

“Sure,” I said, wondering what in the world she had to say that had to be kept a secret forever.

“Uh-huh,” Wendy panted, still masturbating.

“I was surprised when I saw what you were doing in the bathroom with Wendy because… well… because I used to do those same things with my sister.”

Okay, that knocked me for a loop. “Aunt Lisa?” I gasped.

“Yes, sweetie. Your Aunt Lisa.”

“Whoa,” said Wendy, so startled by Mom’s revelation that she’d paused her hand. “Did you guys, um, do stuff like that?” She pointed at the screen with her free hand. By then, the blonde was stretched out between the redhead’s thighs, feasting on her cunt.

Mom nodded slowly. “Yes… yes, we did. Lisa and I did pretty much everything two girls could do in bed. We were lovers.”

Wendy gave me a look. I knew she was wondering if I was trying to do something like that with her. She didn’t look too upset about it, either.

Right then, though, I had Mom to contend with. “Then you’re, uh, not mad at us?”

“No. I’m just…”

She fell silent, unable to say more, so I prompted her.

“Just… what?”

She nodded toward the screen. “This brings back a lot of memories for me. Good memories. Lisa and I loved the things we shared, so… who am I to cheat you and Wendy from enjoying what we had? After all, it’s perfectly normal for girls to experiment, even if they are sisters.”

Mom fell silent as she and I watched Wendy, who was working herself toward her first orgasm. I wasn’t sure what was turning my sister on more – the video, or the revelation that Mom and our aunt had been lovers, just like the girls on the screen.

Mom took my hand; gave it a squeeze. “From now on, the two of you can play like that together, any time you like. I won’t even put a block on these websites.”

“Oohhh!” Wendy squealed, her body jerking as she came. “Oh… oh, Mom!” She rubbed her slit frantically for another minute or so, then let her breath out in one great whoosh, sinking into the bed. Her legs were parted, her glistening cunt on display. I longed to put my mouth on her, to taste my baby sister’s wetness.

“Well, I’ll give you girls some privacy,” Mom said. She stood up.

I didn’t want her to go. “Mom?”

“Yes?”

“You – you’re going to masturbate now, huh?”

She blushed. “Yes.”

“Are you going to tell Aunt Lisa about this?”

She smiled. “Yes, sweetie. In fact, I’m going to call her while I masturbate. Lisa and I still have phone sex every now and then. She’ll be incredibly turned on, you know.”

“She will?”

“Yes. Because she has sexual fantasies about you. Wendy, too.”

That was a piece of news. Aunt Lisa had sex thoughts about us? I could only stare, and my sister’s head popped right up, her mouth hanging open.

My head spun as I tried to process all of this. Then something else occurred to me, and I had to find out if my hunch was correct. So I just blurted out, “Um, Mom? Do you feel that way about us…?”

Wendy chimed in. “Yeah, do you, Mommy?” Her eyes were bright and eager, as if she loved the idea.

Mom paused, closing her eyes for a moment, then softly said, “Yes, girls. I have to admit that I do.” She paused. “Especially now.” Looking down at me, she said, “Why don’t you help your sister out, show her some things?” She peered at the computer screen, where the two girls were now engaged in a sixty-nine. “Maybe you could teach her that.”

Wendy and I stared at the video, then at each other, while Mom quietly slipped out of the room. A few minutes later, we could hear her on the phone with Aunt Lisa. Even though she left the door open, we couldn’t really make out their conversation, but hearing her moan louder as she got more and more excited made up for it. I have to admit, we enjoyed listening to Mom masturbate while Wendy and I had our own fun.

***

Q: So you took your mother’s advice and taught your sister to sixty-nine?

A: You bet I did! But we built up to that part first, with a lot of kissing and touching. I’m an old-fashioned girl that way, I guess.

W (Wendy): It was amazing, too. Fifteen minutes earlier, I didn’t even know girls ever put their mouths on each other like that… then there I was, going down on my sister while she licked me! I wasn’t sure how I’d feel about the taste of pussy… but I ended up liking it a lot. After that, I was a confirmed lesbian. To this day, I’ve never had sex with a man.

A: That isn’t the whole story, though. By the time Wendy and I had finished, Mom was standing naked in my bedroom doorway, watching us.

W: Know what I did then? Jumped up, ran over to Mom and grabbed her hand, then I led her over to the bed, where Riley was. I asked her if she would teach us more about sex with girls.

A: Mom was all flustered – but honestly, what did she expect? I mean, she’s the one who admitted to fantasizing about Wendy and me… then we catch her standing there stark naked, watching us fuck? I mean, get real! (laughs) Anyhow, Mom tried to say no, it wasn’t a good idea… but she didn’t reckon with Wendy. My little sister can be pret-ty stubborn about getting what she wants!

W: Yep, I’m irresistible. Once I sat Mom down and started licking her pussy, it was ‘Game Over’.

A: The three of us were fucking on a regular basis after that. A couple of weeks later, Aunt Lisa joined in, which was totally awesome. And a few years after that, we brought Lacey into the fold. (She tousles her youngest sister’s hair.) When she turned four, Mom said it was time for her to learn ‘the ways of pleasure’.

Q: (Turning to Lacey) What was that like?

L (Lacey): You know, I was so young I can’t remember very well, except that it was my best birthday ever. I love my mom and my sisters soooo much!

A: Aww… we love you too, baby girl.

L: Well, in that case…

***

At that point, Lacey stood and began taking off her clothes. Wendy and Riley exchanged smiles, then did the same. Stepping out of panties, Riley smiled at me and said, “You can watch, or join in.”

Needless to say, I didn’t choose to watch.

“Let’s go into my bedroom. It’s more comfortable,” I said when we were all naked.

As we padded down the hallway, Riley said, “Do you have sex with all the women you interview for your dissertation? Bet I would!”

“What do you think?” I asked. She flashed me a wicked grin.

Wendy spoke up. “I would, too.”

“And me!” Lacey added. Clambering onto the bed, she spread her legs. “Who wants to lick my pussy?”

“I do!” Wendy said.

She climbed on the bed to join her little sister, but Riley stopped her. “I think Suzanne should get the first turn with each of us. Then we can have a free-for-all.”

As you might guess, I was fully on board with that idea.

Lacey was spread out and ready, so I knelt between her parted legs. My heart was beating like thunder as I gazed adoringly at the twelve-year-old’s pussy. She had thin wisps of red pubic hair framing her slit, with a tiny tuft of it at the top. Her pubes were fairly sparse, leading me to believe she hadn’t started growing them until fairly recently. Her inner labia were narrow, barely concealing the nub of her clit.

I was amazed at how juicy this girl was for her age, her sex glistening with wetness. Clearly, all our talk about her family’s lesbian experiences had got her primed and ready for sex.

I eased the tip of a finger into Lacey’s vagina, gathering some of the thick cream and smearing it all over her vulva. She squirmed and panted before whimpering, “Please, eat me…”

Drawing closer, I pressed my mouth to the preteen’s pussy, then penetrated her with my tongue. She sank back into the pillow with a satisfied moan, but I roused her soon enough when I got down to some serious licking.

I figured at her age, it might take a while for Lacey to come, and I honestly doubted she could have multiple orgasms. How wrong I was. I’d neglected to take the girl’s years of experience into account. In just a couple of minutes, Lacey was coming, and coming hard. She moaned ecstatically through her orgasm as I gorged on the liquid sugar that flowed from her cunt.

I began to raise my head, expecting either Wendy or Riley to take her sister’s place, but Lacey reached out with both hands to seize my ears. I was startled, but at least it wasn’t a painful grip, just firm enough to keep me right where I was.

She began grinding her cunt into my face, thrusting her hips. I got the idea right away, and started using my mouth and tongue to pleasure the girl as best I could until Lacey exploded into another orgasm, followed less than a minute later by a third climax. The twelve-year-old was howling like a banshee as she rocked against my mouth. My nose was chafed a bit by that tuft of red hair at the top of her mons, but it was worth it just for the experience. I’d never made a lover come with such intensity.

Lacey finally let me go, and I sat back, winded and dazed. Observing my expression, a grinning Riley said, “Sorry about that; I really should’ve warned you. My baby sister is an orgasm machine. I’ve seen her come fifteen times in a row, just using her fingers.”

“She rested for a minute, then came another ten times!” Wendy added, giggling.

“Oh, shut up, both of you. It wasn’t that many,” Lacey protested. “And I asked you to stop calling me ‘baby sister’, Riley.”

“Sorry, sorry. I keep forgetting,” Riley said, giving me a wink her younger sibling couldn’t see.

I wasn’t exactly listening… more staring in disbelief to see Lacey working her pussy with both hands as she sparred with Riley. Less than sixty seconds later, she came again. That seemed to satisfy her for the moment, so she closed her eyes and relaxed.

“My turn,” Wendy said, forcing Lacey to scoot over to one side.

“Are you the same way?” I asked her, gesturing at Lacey.

Wendy grinned at me and said, “Well, I won’t grab you by the ears… but I do expect to have several orgasms. Oh, and Riley will want at least three, too.”

I glanced over at Riley, who was now positioning herself to give oral to her youngest sister, so I figured Lacey wasn’t finished after all. I shook my head in awe of this family’s boundless sex drive.

Before she began to lick Lacey, Riley said, “And when you’re done with us, we’ll pitch in and give you as many orgasms as you can stand.” With a wink, she added, “Maybe more.”

So I went down on Wendy, marveling at the amount of pussy juices she was producing. Not only were these girls total sex fiends, they were also veritable fountains of cunt honey… a scenario to make my mouth water. Back in my undergraduate days, I sometimes attended lesbian orgies where I would joyfully service every woman there with my mouth as many times as they liked, eating pussy until I could barely move my jaw. Now, it appeared that I would slake my thirst for cunt with a mere trio of lovers. How lucky could a girl be?

I paused to inhale deeply, taking in the thick, musky aroma, allowing it to tickle my nose before I returned to licking her. The scent had promised a delicious flavor, and her pussy was as advertised.

I could hear Riley bringing Lacey to yet another orgasm. Her seventh? Eighth? I’d lost count. Besides, I was focused more on Wendy, who was moaning right along with her little sister. Pressing my mouth against her slit, I allowed my tongue to trace it up and down, A few licks later, I thrust into Wendy’s vagina and tongue-fucked her until I was out of breath. I raised my head, placed two fingers against her opening, then penetrated her, plunging in and out until she was very close to coming.

For my grande finale, I curled my fingers upwards toward her pubic bone, seeking Wendy’s g-spot. I’m not positive I found that magic place, but she was bucking and moaning as if the world’s biggest orgasm was lurking just around the corner. And it really must have been, because Wendy went off like a bomb just a few seconds later. She thrashed about like a fish on a line, but I did my best to stay with her for the entire crazy ride, flicking her clit with my tongue until she was coming again.

After her third orgasm, I simply had to take a breather. While I did, Wendy got to her knees and more or less pounced on Lacey, while Riley spread herself out before me, awaiting her turn. As I lowered my mouth to her cunt, Lacey and Wendy shifted into a sixty-nine. Going down on Riley, I was serenaded by the frantic lovemaking of the younger girls.

I’d never seen anything like it. These three were the wildest lovers I’d ever had, including older lesbians with many more years of experience to draw on. I was beginning to wonder if I had the stamina to keep up with them. Could too much sex prove to be fatal? I asked myself, realizing I just might have the chance to find out first hand.

Riley’s mons was shaved, so she was as smooth there as a child… and she was visibly aroused, her cunt dripping with the nectar that I craved. I licked it up and let the taste overwhelm me, her essence flowing down my throat like warm honey. A feast for the gods.

Using both thumbs, I spread Riley’s labia until the small pearl of her clit popped up from her folds. Leaning in, I flicked my tongue across the firm button of flesh that peeked out so enticingly, getting an immediate response from Riley. She cried, “Oh, fuck, yes!” Her hips jerked and bucked, and she launched into her first orgasm of the day… the first that I was aware of, anyhow.

I decided to put my fingers into her cunt while I ate her, just as I’d done with Wendy. Once I entered up to the third knuckle, Riley exploded in a second climax. I didn’t withdraw, figuring that I’d see just how many orgasms this sexy bitch could take. Pushing her knees up to her chest, I dipped my tongue between Riley’s buttocks and began to pleasure her anus, still driving my fingers in and out of her sodden cunt.

I felt something brush my hand, and looked up to see Riley rubbing her clit while I had my way with her holes. She soon came for a third time. Saying goodbye to her rosebud with a tender kiss, I rolled onto my back, exhausted from the effort involved in bringing three insatiable lesbians to multiple orgasms.

Lying there in a daze, I heard Wendy and Lacey moaning through mutual climaxes. Nice work if you can get it, I thought. My cunt was throbbing with the need for release, but right then, it felt good to relax.

That’s when I heard Riley speak up. “Okay, girls, it’s payback time. Let’s fuck Suzanne until she begs us to stop!”

With that, the three sisters more or less threw themselves on me, all shrieking with laughter.

Lacey was at my breasts, licking, sucking, and nibbling them. Then she found my mouth with hers, and we exchanged heated kisses while she felt me up. She kept shifting from kissing me to burying her face in my tits, as if unable to decide which she enjoyed more.

Riley and Wendy slipped a pillow beneath my hips, propping me up far enough that they had full access to my nether regions. Wendy started with my butthole while Riley lavished attention on my pussy, and they both took turns putting fingers into my vagina. I was so wet that it almost embarrassed me to hear the sounds of squishing and squelching that my cunt made when they fucked me. Wendy and Riley also took turns fingering my rectum, and when they penetrated me in both holes at the same time, it made me come so hard that I passed out.

I was quick to awaken, though, and regained consciousness to find my lovers had swapped places. Now I was getting rimmed by Riley while Lacey went down on me, and Wendy rained kisses on my breasts. I soon exploded again.

After I came twice while these beautiful sisters gave me immense pleasure, everyone moved, and Lacey and Riley were at my pussy and butthole while Wendy worked on my tits. I came a third time, and the girls switched again, with Riley now at my boobs and kissing me while her younger siblings worked me down below. And so it went.

After my fifth orgasm, I’d been pushed to the limit. “Enough! Enough!” I gasped as my last orgasm peaked. Thankfully, they listened to me. I half-expected Riley and her sisters to keep going until I burst into tears.

We lay together in a heated tangle. I struggled to catch my breath, my body glazed in sweat, working to dredge up the strength to get to my feet. Eventually, we four managed to accomplish that much, and the girls began to get dressed. I didn’t bother.

“I wish we could stay the night,” Lacey said.

“I don’t know that I’d still be alive in the morning if you did,” I replied with a weary laugh. “I think my heart might give out. You three have the most intense sexual appetites I’ve ever encountered.”

“We come by it naturally,” Riley said. “Our mother still has at least two orgasms every day.”

That intrigued me. “Was she like that before you and Wendy first had sex with her?”

“Oh, yes – though of course, we didn’t know it at the time. She’s confessed quite a lot of personal stuff to us since then.”

“Like?” I asked, curious.

“Let’s just say she’s had sex with nearly every woman and girl in her family, starting when she was seven. So my sisters and I are part of a long-standing tradition. Mom’s been with a few of the men, too, though she’s mostly queer, like us. I think she’s just really, really into incest.”

“Sounds like a woman I should interview,” I said, absently cupping a breast.

Riley pursed her lips, considering it. “Maybe, but I don’t know. Mom’s very private about her sex life.”

“I understand,” I said. “Anyway, thank you all for coming over and answering my questions. And the rest of it, of course. I don’t think I’ll have any sensation in my cunt for at least a week.”

“Thanks, Suzanne, for letting us share your bed,” Riley said. “Any time you want a repeat performance, just give me a call. You almost kept up with us. Not many women can do that.”

As I kissed them all goodbye I felt sorry for my neighbor Hannah, because she’d missed out on one hell of an amazing afternoon. I decided to tell her Riley and her sisters had cancelled our interview; otherwise, I’d never hear the end of it. Then again, she was visiting her sister, one with an eleven-year-old daughter who had already engaged in some sex play with Hannah and her own mother. I’d have to look into whether the three of them might be interested in sitting for an interview.

***

Conclusion

After interviewing women who have been enjoying sex from a very young age, as well as considering my own propensity to pursue sexual activity wherever and whenever I could from an early age, I have come to conclusions that will be less than eagerly received in the scientific community.

Shame, it appears, is more the product of society and its strictures than any sense of inner guilt. When children are in a situation in which they are not made to feel shame or guilt over what is essentially a natural act, they have a far healthier attitude about sex and sexuality in general. It is the admonitions of the church, society and moralistic adults that cause the child to feel ashamed for what should be thought of as natural curiosity

If, however, the child is taught that such acts are normal and often healthy (especially when accompanied by sound advice on practicing safe sex), they find the act of arousal and fulfillment to be pleasurable and relaxing, much as adults do. Masturbation is seen as the beneficial practice that it is. Sexual involvement with others is no longer assumed to be harmful.

(It should be noted that this does NOT apply to times when children are made or manipulated into having sex against their will. In these cases, the psychological results are quite different. Shame, embarrassment, self-loathing, and attempts to cause self-harm can be a common result in such cases.)

While these interviews, for the most part, only covered lesbian sex, my conclusion was that heterosexual activity seemed to achieve the same results. If the child is a willing participant, no shame or guilt was experienced unless their sexual activity was found out by an adult who admonished them for it. If, however, the sex was forced or abusive, no such beneficial feelings resulted. This was true in every case, regardless of the child’s gender.

NOTE: Two interviews in which the outcome was not beneficial for the child are not part of this report, but are included in the final dissertation.

The End

The Evil That Men Do, Chapter 16

  • Posted on April 24, 2026 at 2:18 pm

The Story Thus Far

Chapter One: Mallory Kalvornek and her lover Julie Hanson have returned to Bronning, Minnesota, for the first time in years to catch up with friends and family. Meanwhile, their old friend (and occasional sex partner) paramedic Nettie Hastings fights to save a life, her lover Hannah drops by with an unexpected surprise, Terry Wilder grapples with writer’s block… and two little girls living in a trailer park named Heather and Gina are being carefully observed by a hidden stranger.

Chapter Two: Mallory and Julie get together at Nettie’s home with Nettie and her lover Hannah, Nettie’s friend Terry Wilder, Terry’s teen daughter Halee, and Mallory and Julie’s friend (and occasional sex partner) Cindy. Gossip is exchanged, memories shared, and an unexpected attraction between Mallory and Terry Wilder reveals itself. Meanwhile, the mother of the two trailer park girls Heather and Gina goes out for a night on the town, oblivious to the presence of the man spying on her home.

Chapter Three: At Nettie’s place, Nettie and Hannah leave the others to indulge in a bit of romantic pleasure, while Julie and her old friend Cindy get it on with Terry’s teen daughter Halee. As for Mallory, she has repaired to Terry’s place for one of her occasional bouts of heterosexual action. Appetites are indulged, confidences shared. Meanwhile, Heather and Gina are abducted from their trailer home by a mysterious and very scary man.

Chapter Four: At Nettie’s place, four women and Halee Wilder greet the morning after an evening of lesbian abandon. Later that day, Mallory rejoins Julie, Nettie, Cindy and Hannah for a day of fishing. Halee returns home and spends the day upgrading her internet in preparation for promised to be a fun night of video chat sex with her girlfriend Bethany. Meanwhile, Grace and Heather are in the custody of the mysterious man, who seems to takes delight in terrorizing them.

Chapter Five: After their day of fishing, Nettie, Julie, Cindy, Mallory & Hannah engage in a five-woman sexfest inside a tent… and with the use of Cindy’s phone, their old friend and occasional bedmate Emma attends the orgy virtually. In the midst of their abandon, Nettie has a weird, vague memory flashback that leaves her shaken, but she conceals it from the others. Back home, Halee and her new love interest Bethany (Hannah’s daughter) are having long-distance sex via their laptops. 

Chapter Six: Nettie has a heart-to-heart with Hannah about her personal demons. Later, she gets a call from Agent Bridgett Ramscone, who has an unsettling request: for Nettie to go through the documentation of her own childhood kidnapping — and the murder of her sister — as a possible way to gain insight into the abduction of Heather and Gina (who are still being emotionally abused by their kidnapper, but are also taking steps to escape). Nettie is shaken, but agrees to do what she can. 

Chapter Seven: Many years after the fact, submerged memories of Nettie’s kidnapping began to make themselves known — memories of a possible accomplice to the original crime. She shares her thoughts with Bridgett. Meanwhile, Heather and Gina work on a potential escape from their makeshift prison.

Chapter Eight: Nettie unearths more hints that kidnap victims Heather and Gina were abducted by the same man who kidnapped and brutalized Nettie and her deceased sister over a decade ago — but that man was known to have died in prison.  Gina manages to escape captivity. But Heather can’t fit through the opening they dug, and must remain behind. Nettie gets a possible fix on the girls’ captor who, while out and about, gets a flat tire — then he discovers the spare is flat as well. 

Chapter Nine: The man who kidnapped Gina and Heather must get his flat spare tire fixed, not knowing the police have been alerted to him and are searching the area. Nettie, who is also hunting for the man, manages to find his abandoned car — then, some time later, makes an even more startling discovery: little Gina, alone and weeping by an abandoned road. In the meantime, the kidnapper manages to make his escape from the area by phoning a mysterious woman to pick him up.

Chapter Ten: Mallory meets with her mother, Sharon, for the first time in months, but fails to learn the cause of the recent distance between them. Nettie is still obsessed with Jacob Brentshaw, the man who kidnapped her and murdered her sister Annamarie so many years ago, sensing he is also behind the recent kidnapping as well… but can’t get past the fact that Brentshaw was killed in prison. Her actions saved the lives of Gina and Heather, but she remains determined to keep working the case on her own. For the first time, Nettie tells her lover Hannah about her own kidnapping and Annamarie’s death, events she has refused to discuss with anyone for years.

Chapter Eleven: Terry finds himself at loose ends, questioning his current life path, and decides to open up to than his dear friend and former sex partner Nettie. She and Hannah lend a sympathetic ear, then their conversation turns to kidnappings — the recent one, as well as Nettie’s own horrific abduction over a decade earlier, when her sister was murdered. She is fast coming round to the conclusion that both kidnappings involved an accomplice.

Chapter Twelve: A sleepover is in progress at Terry’s place while he is out. When the girls retire to their rooms, Halee phones her girlfriend Bethany and puts her on speaker to hear her younger sister Naomi and Chelsey going at it through their adjoining walls, and a good time is had by all. Upon returning home, Terry does some work on an idea for a new novel after months of inaction. Mallory is still unsure what to do with the family farm, and Nettie runs some ideas about the recent kidnapping case past Agent Ramscone.

Chapter Thirteen: Four members of the Pussy Posse — Mallory, Julie, Jamie, and Emma — are spending quality time together, along with Julie’s younger sister Vicky. News, gossip, memories, and innuendo are bandied about. Vicky hesitantly speaks of a recent sleepover where she overheard a couple of the girls saying hurtful things about her, an incident that still stings badly. The four women offer her comfort and understanding, which soon becomes something more.

Chapter Fourteen: Mallory, Julie, Jamie, Emma and Julie’s younger sister Vicky are having a barbecue and sleepover. Vicky loves hanging out with the Pussy Posse, but feels a little self-conscious, knowing that the women will very likely be having group sex later that evening. But Julie boldly her sister to join the sapphic festivities. Vicky is hesitant at first, especially at the prospect of coupling with her older sibling, but Julie manages to put her at ease. The four women and one teen adjourn for the master bedroom. Clothes are removed, bare bodies mingle, pleasure is shared.

Chapter Fifteen: Halee and her new girlfriend Bethany (daughter of Nettie’s lover Hannah), spend time roaming the town, getting to know one another better. Later on, they spend time together in a more intimate way. Meanwhile, Mallory and her partner Julie get a piece of surprising, potentially life-changing news.

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And now, dear readers, we make our way into the next installment. Read on…

by Rachael Yukey

Waiting for a new day
To wipe away
The uncertainty that flows around me
Once again to stay
Stratovarius (1996)

“It’s borderline, Antoinette,” said Hannah, shaking her head. “He’s managing his airway right now, but I don’t know how it’s going to be in an hour. And with that mask anxiety—”

“I’ll save you the trouble, Hannah. Either your CRNA can intubate him before I leave, or I’m going to. We both know it’s probably gonna have to happen, and it’s way safer to do it here than on the highway.”

Hannah pursed her lips. This hasty three-way consultation was being held in the hallway outside the stabilization room in the Johnstown emergency department. The third party was Dr. Murphey, an attractive blonde in her late thirties. She was the emergency department physician on duty.

“I agree with Nettie,” said Dr. Murphey. “The safest option is to just put his lights out and secure his airway before they go.”

“Fair enough,” said Hannah. “This is a new environment for me. At Children’s, we were getting patients from other facilities, not sending them out. If we were keeping him here I’d want to watch him for awhile before resorting to a tube, but if you ladies think pre-emptive RSI is the best option for transport, then that’s what I think, too. We’ll get it rolling for you.”

She inclined her head in Dr. Murphey’s direction. “It’s really your decision anyway. Your ER, doctor.”

“In a way, it’s Nettie’s decision more than mine. She’s the one who’s going to be managing him for the next three hours. This isn’t a level of trust I extend to just any paramedic, but if Nettie wants a tube before she rolls, we drop a tube. Anyway, it sounds like we’re all on the same page.”

Hannah slid the stabe room door open a few inches. “Jordan.”

Her nurse anesthetist looked up from the medication kit he was sifting through. “Yes, doctor?”

“We’re going with the tube. Are you set up?”

“More or less. What meds you want?”

Hannah looked to Nettie. “I’m thinking Ketamine and Roc. Does that jell with your treatment plan for transport?”

“Works for me,” Nettie replied. “I’ll be running a Ketamine drip for sedation maintenance anyway.”

“Perfect.”

Pushing the door the rest of the way open, Hannah disappeared into the room. Nettie unclipped the badge from her belt and tossed it in the general direction of her EMT partner, who’d been leaning against the wall off to the side while Nettie and the two doctors held their consultation. It was a bad throw, but Dana Frasier managed to pluck it from the air anyhow.

“I take it you want the narcs out of the truck?” said Dana. Her face was a mass of freckles under an amazing shock of red hair.

“Correct. This just went from BiPAP to intubated. Also, grab the ALS bag; I’m gonna need to hang a couple of drips.”

“Got it.”

Turning to the ambulance cot, which was currently laden with supplies and equipment, Nettie switched on the vent, catching a passing nurse by the sleeve with the other hand. “Lexi, I’m gonna need his height in inches, and his weight in kilos.”

Alexis Traynor disappeared back into the nurses station, returning moments later with some numbers scribbled on a scrap of paper. Consulting a chart, Nettie calculated the tidal volume she wanted, entering the parameters into the ventilator. Dana returned with the requested items, and Nettie busied herself drawing up meds and mixing a couple of bags. As she worked, she gave Dana, who had never participated in a ventilated transfer, a rapid-fire rundown of what she was doing and why.

Setting the last of her syringes aside, she peeked inside the room. Hannah spoke softly to the patient, then pushed the plunger on the syringe attached to the IV tubing.

Nettie tapped Dana’s shoulder. “Dr. Fletcher just pushed the sedative,” she murmured. “She’ll do the paralytic in a minute or two, then Jordan over there will drop the tube. You can go in and watch if you want; Jordan’ll probably even offer to let you assist. If he doesn’t, just stay quiet and out of the way.”

With a brief nod, Dana slipped by, leaving Nettie to take a couple of deep breaths, preparing herself for the three-hour one-way ride ahead. Getting stuck on a transfer on a Sunday night backup shift sucked to begin with, and a seven or eight-hour round-trip vented transfer departing at nine PM sucked even harder.

Her phone went off. Digging in the pocket of her tactical pants, Nettie pulled it out, hastily silencing the ringer. Studying the screen, she raised an eyebrow. Why the hell would Julie be calling at this hour?

She swiped the accept button. “Hi, Julie. I only have a minute. What’s up?”

“Oh,” said Julie, seemingly taken aback. “Um, that’s okay, Nettie. Can I call you in the morning?”

“Actually—” Nettie thought fast. “I might be able to call you back in half an hour or so. Would that be okay?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“I’m not sure I’ll be able to. If you don’t hear from me, call in the morning.”

“Okay, that works,” said Julie.

Peering into the stabe room, Nettie saw a nurse preoxygenating with a bag valve mask, and Jordan the CRNA taking up his video laryngoscope. Dana was standing beside him, holding an ET tube with a preloaded bougie in a gloved hand. Only a minute or two until showtime.

“Gotta go,” said Nettie. “I’ll call back if I can.”

***

Nettie adjusted the rate on the ventilator, then tweaked the inspiratory time to get the ratio she wanted. Sitting back, she perused her equipment. Just over twenty minutes into the trip, things seemed to be settling into a steady flow. The patient was comfortably sedated, the vent was working flawlessly, and all the vital signs were well within the bounds of normal. She was down to minor tweaks now, and with luck the situation would remain stable for the next few hours. Making a quick note of the changes she’d just made, Nettie fished out her phone.

Julie picked up on the first ring. “Hi, Nettie. You’re on speaker with me and Mallory.”

“Hey Mal,” said Nettie. The vent beeped. Nettie flicked her eyes to the display, then dismissed the alarm.

“Where are you, anyway?” Julie wanted to know. “I’m hearing weird noises on your end.”

“In the back of an ambulance with an intubated transfer patient. We were just getting set up to take him when you called before.”

“Oh, hon—we didn’t mean to bug you at work.”

“No bother,” said Nettie. “I’m down to just keeping an eye on things for the next couple hours. What’s up?”

“We’re coming to Bronning tomorrow.”

Nettie blinked in surprise. “Uh—I don’t know how much time I’m gonna have over the next day or two—”

Mallory spoke up. “We’re coming for a different reason this time. We want to see you, but we’re driving up either way.”

“Well—okay. You can stay at my place if you want, I just might not be there the whole time.”

“We don’t want to impose,” said Julie. “We can stay someplace in Johnstown or—”

“Absolutely not,” Nettie said firmly. “If you’re in town, my house is your house. Always.”

“Thanks, hon,” said Mallory. She sounded strangely subdued.

“Is everything okay…?” Nettie ventured.

“You might as well know,” Mallory replied, her voice stronger now. “I’m pregnant.”

Nettie’s breath caught in her throat. “Terry?!”

“Yeah. He doesn’t know yet.”

“Holy fucking hell. I suppose you’re coming up here to talk to him, then.”

“That’s right,” said Julie. “Or Mal is, anyway. I’m mostly coming for moral support. But it’d be awesome if you have time to hang. If not, we get it. We didn’t really give you any notice.”

Nettie chewed on the inside of her cheek. “I’m gonna be out all night on this goddamn transfer, so I’ll probably be sleeping for a good chunk of tomorrow. Tell you what—I’ll leave my door open, and you guys can just come in. You know where the kitchen and the bedrooms are. I have some stuff going on over the next couple of days, but we’ll make time to do something.”

“Thanks, Nettie,” said Mallory. “If you can spare a few hours, I hope you’ll let us take you and Hannah to dinner. Least we can do.”

“Don’t sweat it. You gonna be okay, Mallory?”

“I’m fine. We’ll let you get back to work. See you sometime tomorrow, okay?”

“Sounds good. See you.” Nettie killed the connection, giving her head a hard shake. Unsure how to process what she’d just been told, she forced her mind back to the task at hand.

***

“Let me guess: you’re pregnant.”

Mallory froze in her tracks, her mouth dropping open. She and Terry were strolling along the same bike trail that Bethany and Halee had ridden days before. Terry checked his own forward motion, turning to face her.

Mallory found her voice. “Did—did Nettie talk to you?”

Terry’s eyebrows went up. “Nettie knows?”

“Her and Julie—no one else. But if she didn’t tell you—”

Terry resumed walking. Taking two fast steps to catch up, Mallory fell in beside him. “It was simple logic,” he said. “You called me up this morning to inform me that you’re on your way to Bronning, and there’s something we need to talk about, just as soon as I’m available. Considering that our history consists of little more than a rather sensational one-night stand which took place roughly a month ago, I could think of damn few points of discussion that would warrant a three-hour drive to facilitate an in-person conversation.”

Mallory elbowed him in the side and giggled. “Jesus. You really do always talk like that.”

They rounded a bend, and one of the park benches placed on the side of the trail at regular intervals came into view. Terry indicated it with a wave. “Pull up a chair?” Mallory sat, and Terry settled in beside her.

“So you’re pregnant,” he said. “And I imagine you’re reasonably sure it’s mine, or we wouldn’t be sitting here.”

“One hundred percent sure,” she said. “It’s been like two years since the last time I was in bed with a man.”

“I’m flattered. You’re sure about the pregnancy?”

Mallory bit her lip. “I haven’t been to the clinic yet,” she admitted. “But—” She began ticking items off on her fingers. “I’m never, ever late with my periods, the at-home tests were all positive, and I’ve been feeling—well, different for a couple of weeks and change. I knew something was up. I think somewhere in the back of my mind, part of me might have even known what it was. Believe it or not, I haven’t had a drink since the weekend we hooked up. It just sounded completely unappetizing to me.”

Terry nodded. “Given all those factors, I see little reason to doubt the reality of the situation. I can only assume that a critical mission failure occurred in the quality control department of the Trojan factory, because we certainly put their products to considerable use. That said—can I assume you’re planning a clinic visit soon?”

“I made an appointment in Johnstown for tomorrow morning. Wanna come with?”

“I might. Assuming that what we both believe to be true is confirmed, may I ask your intentions? If you were simply planning to abort and have done with it, I have to think this conversation would not be taking place.”

Mallory looked down at her hands. “I honestly don’t know. Having kids isn’t something I’ve given much thought to. It’s funny—when I told Julie yesterday, she was way more prepared for the conversation than I was. Seems she’s been thinking about how we’d handle it ever since I first started exploring my bisexuality. But that’s Julie for you. Contingencies are her thing. No matter what comes up, she’s got a plan for it.”

“That tallies with the impressions I formed on admittedly short acquaintance. What were her thoughts?”

“That if I want to keep it, we can mom together. If I don’t, she’ll support my decision.”

“That’s one hell of a partner you’ve got there.”

Mallory smiled. “You don’t know the half of it.” She met his eyes. “You’re part of this. What outcome would you prefer? If I decide to have it, what role do you see for yourself? Or do you need more time to think?”

Terry placed his hand on her knee, but his gaze drifted to the forest across the path from them. “Obviously,” he said, “whether you have it or not isn’t my decision to make. That said—”

He turned his eyes back to her. “I don’t want you to get an abortion. If you decide that you don’t want to raise a child at this point in your life, my preference would be for you to carry it to term, and I will gladly take things from there. I’m already raising four kids; one more doesn’t seem that much of an additional burden. Certainly, money isn’t an issue, and I wouldn’t expect child support or any other such. You could have as much or as little involvement as you choose.”

Mallory felt her chest loosen a bit. “That wipes out the adoption question, then.”

“It does.”

“And if I do want to raise it?”

Terry pursed his lips, gazing off into the woods again. “Then the situation becomes somewhat less simple, if for no other reason than the fact that I live in Minnesota, and you live in Colorado. I’m not particularly enthused about having a child I rarely interact with, and I suspect you feel the same. With our present living circumstances, a fifty-fifty custody split wouldn’t be even remotely reasonable. I mean, I’ve seen it done, but while it might be fair for the parents, it’s a lousy situation for the kids. I won’t even entertain such an arrangement.”

Mallory placed a hand over the one that he still had resting on her knee. “Then—what?”

Blowing out his breath, Terry looked to the heavens. “I won’t fight you over custody, if that’s what you’re asking. I would simply ask that you allow as much visitation as can be reasonably made to happen, and that’s with my promise that the child will be handsomely supported. If you need anything for her, you have only to ask.”

The corners of Mallory’s lips twitched upwards. “Her?”

Terry flashed her a grin. “Obviously, we have no idea in which direction the genetic pendulum might swing, but historically, my swimmers appear to be aggressively pink.”

Mallory lay her head against his shoulder. “I kind of want a girl.”

“So you do want to keep it. I think I knew that.”

“I think I did, too. At the same time—God, there’s just so many factors. I mean, financially, I’m in great shape to raise a kid. Even if you were a homeless guy on welfare, money wouldn’t be a problem. I’d have to scale back some of my work to make more time, but that’s doable. I guess I’m kind of doubting myself—am I the right person at this point in time to raise this baby?”

“That sort of self-doubt is normal, and in most cases unfounded. I suspect that between Julie and yourself, this kid would be in excellent hands, even if I were in fact an indigent dumpster-dweller. That said—I’m not, and should you decide that you’re not ready, I’ve offered you an off-ramp.”

Mallory lifted her head from his shoulder. “And I appreciate that—it does make a few things simpler. I won’t get an abortion. That’s all I can be sure of right now.”

“For now, that’s good enough. Shall we find our way back to civilization?” Rising from the bench, he offered her his hand.

“Yes, let’s.” Feeling at ease for the first time since she’d realized her period was late, Mallory allowed him to help her to her feet.

***

“Morning, sleepyhead. Coffee?”

Nettie blinked, her half-conscious brain trying and failing to process the sight of her cousin Julie seated in one of her living-room recliners, an expensive-looking gaming laptop perched on her thighs. Then she remembered. Hell, she’d even dropped Julie a text before she crashed. Door’s unlocked, it had read. Help ur selves to anything in kitchen. See u when I wake up.

“Did you just say ‘morning’?” she inquired, the corners of her mouth twitching upwards. It was, in fact, just after two in the afternoon.

“So I can’t tell time,” Julie replied cheerfully, setting her laptop aside and rising to her feet. “I’ll put some coffee on.”

Nettie shook her head to clear it, then plodded across the hall and into the bathroom. When she emerged, Julie was making her way across the open concept space, setting two steaming mugs on the end tables next to the matching recliners.

“Keurigs for starters,” she said. “I started a half pot of the real stuff, too.”

Nettie settled in, taking a cautious sip of the piping-hot beverage. “Thanks. I guess Mal’s having the talk with Terry, then?”

Julie took a sip from her own cup. “Yeah. She met up with the Big Bad Baby Daddy out by the bike trails about an hour ago. I assume they’re still talking.”

Nettie set her cup down, regarding Julie with solemn eyes. “How long have you known?”

“Yesterday evening. It’s just an at-home test so far, but Mal’s periods are never late. I’m pretty sure it’s legit.”

“Does she know what she wants to do?”

“I don’t think so. She’s going to have to stop freaking out before she can make any decisions, I think. I’m hoping talking to Terry helps. How do you think he’s going to take it?”

Nettie lifted her cup again, cradling it in her palms. “It’s hard to tell how Terry takes anything, at least until you really get to know him. He’s good at putting up a front.” She sipped at her coffee. “But I do know this: he’ll want the kid to be born. If Mallory doesn’t want it, he’ll take it with no strings.”

Julie raised her eyebrows. “You think so?”

“Oh, for sure. But what about you, Julie? What do you want? Or are you still processing?”

Julie took a sip of coffee before answering. “I don’t need to process. I’ve been giving this on-and-off thought ever since the first time Mallory fucked a dude, back when we were sixteen.”

Nettie snickered. “You haven’t changed.”

The patented Julie Hansen Room-Brightening Smile emerged. “Nope, not really. Neither has Mal, I guess. I’m always pre-gaming every possible way to go around each corner, and she usually just goes with her feelings. That’s why she’s a musician, and I’m an engineer.”

“I guess. So what do you want her to do, then?”

Julie’s expression became serious. “I want her to keep it. Back when it was still a hypothetical, I just figured we’d raise it together or give it up, and I’d support her either way. Now that it’s a real situation, I want to raise the kid. Pretty damn badly, to be honest. I haven’t told her that yet, and I’m not going to until she has a clearer picture of what she wants.”

Both their heads swiveled at the sound of the front door opening. Mallory stepped in, Terry bringing up the rear.

“Hi, Nettie,” said Mallory, tossing off a quick wave before bending over to take off her shoes. “Did you sleep well?” Straightening, she made it halfway to the love seat before noticing the cups of fresh coffee.

“Ooh—is there more where that came from?” She turned back towards the kitchen, then came to an abrupt halt. “Never mind—none for me. Got anything without caffeine in it, Nettie?”

Nettie felt her eyes crinkle in amusement. “There’s a whole bunch of green tea flavors in the cupboard above the microwave. And to answer your other question, I never even heard you guys come in. When I saw Julie I was all like, what the hell is this bitch doing in my living room?”

With a peal of laughter, Mallory made her way to the kitchen. Terry, having unlaced and removed his hiking boots, made his way inside.

“For my part,” said Terry, “I’ll help myself to caffeine juice, if there is any. Do either of you ladies require a refill?”

Julie held out her mug. Terry crossed the room, plucked it from her hand, then followed Mallory into the kitchen. “Good to see you again, Julie,” he tossed over his shoulder.

“You, too, Terry.”

After handing Julie her freshly refilled cup, Terry made himself comfortable on the love seat. Mallory was right behind him, having gotten a kettle of water going on the stove. She settled onto the couch.

Terry was the one to break the silence. “Mallory tells me you got transfer-fucked last night, Nettie.”

Nettie took a sip of coffee. “Respiratory failure. They were gonna send him on BiPAP, but he ended up intubated. And of course there were no goddamn ICU beds open in St. Cloud or Duluth, so we had to take him all the way down to North Memorial.”

“They couldn’t fly him?”

Nettie rolled her eyes dramatically. “No-go. There was an unconfirmed sighting of a raindrop in southern Brazil, didn’t you hear?”

Julie burst out laughing. “I’ll make sure to tell Dad you said that.”

“Oh, that’s right,” said Terry. “Your father’s a flight paramedic, isn’t he, Julie?”

“Regional ops director for Lifelink,” Julie said, voice still tinged with amusement.

“Anyway, yeah, I got fucked,” Nettie went on. “Even worse, I was on backup. I was supposed to sit on my ass in town and grab 911s if primary got busy, you know? But Gail Andrews was on primary, and she’s still kind of a baby medic. Too green to send on a three-hour BiPAP, let alone an intubated.”

The room fell silent again. “Listen, you guys have stuff to talk about,” said Nettie. “I’ll make myself scarce.”

“We’re not kicking you out of your own living room, Nettie,” said Julie. “We can do this with you here, or if you’d rather we didn’t, we can go for a drive or something.”

“No, it’s okay,” said Nettie. “I need to get dressed, then we’ll go from there. I have to be out for the first part of tomorrow—something I was gonna do today, but fuck that transfer anyway. I’ll be around the rest of the afternoon.” Setting her empty mug aside, she got up, crossed to the hallway, and disappeared into her bedroom.

The three of them gazed at one another, momentarily at a loss for words.

“Before anyone says anything,” Terry said at last, “Mallory’s told me how well you’ve taken this turn of events, and how supportive you’ve been, Julie. She’s lucky to have you.”

The tea kettle began whistling, and Mallory got to her feet, making her way back to the kitchen.

“How are you taking it, Terry?” said Julie. “Are you okay? This has to be kind of a shock.”

Terry’s lips twisted in amusement. “Oh, I’m perfectly fine, thank you. When Mallory called and said she was coming all this way just to talk to me, it didn’t take a genius to work out what it was most likely about. I’ve had a few hours to mull things over.”

He shifted in his seat. “I’ll briefly recap what I told your partner here.” He waved his hand towards Mallory, who was returning with a steaming mug of tea.

“In a nutshell,” he went on, “Should she, or the two of you together, choose to opt out of child-rearing, I will accept full custody upon delivery, with no expectation of financial contribution on your part. If, on the other hand, she does want to keep and raise the baby, I will not engage in a custody battle, and will see to any financial needs. All I ask is that visitation be made as open-ended as reasonably possible.”

He sipped his coffee. “Let me clarify that I would view this as a poor sort of compromise, and welcome any ideas for a more equitable solution. I suggest it only because I don’t see a fifty-fifty custody split as being a fair arrangement for the child, not when the parents live such a considerable distance apart.”

Julie cracked a smile. “Nettie knows you pretty well.”

“Oh?”

“She said that you were going to want the kid, and would take all the responsibility if we wanted to opt out of parenthood.”

Terry chuckled. “Nettie knows a thing or two.”

“Anyway,” Julie went on, “I don’t think I have much to add to that. What you’re offering either way is more than fair—it’s damn generous.”

“What do you want, sweetie?” Mallory said, eyes on her partner. “I mean, you haven’t really said. Do you know yet?”

Julie smiled a tight little smile. “I do know, but until we have a better idea where your head is at, I refuse to make this even a little bit about me. All I’m going to say right this second is that if we decide to raise it, Terry’s right—it kind of sucks to be him. We’ll have to work out some way to fix that.”

Mallory nodded. “Then we’d better start thinking hard, because I’m about ninety percent sure I want it.”

Julie’s smile threatened to take her face off. “Goddamn, I was hoping you’d say that!”

Mallory and Terry burst out laughing. Realizing what she’d said, Julie joined in. Emerging from her bedroom, now fully dressed, Nettie looked from one to the next with lifted brows.

“What’d I miss?”

***

Diary of Mallory Kalvornek, June 27th, 2022

I can’t sleep. Big surprise, huh? Actually, it is, a little, because it’s been a fucking long day.

Overall, a good one, though, which is more than I would have dared to hope for under the circumstances. Terry’s being an absolute peach about everything, which takes a huge amount of the pressure off. No decisions have been made yet, but I’ve managed to rule out abortion. I’m not sure I’d have been able to go through with it, anyway.

I had a bit of a panic attack late this afternoon; got to thinking this pregnancy was all in my head, and I was getting people worked up over nothing. So I ran over to Bronning’s little drugstore and bought three different brands of testers. All three came up positive. So this is totally for realsies—as if I didn’t already know that.

And people are getting worked up, too. Julie, I realized, really wants a kid. I’m not sure she knew that about herself until I put that pee stick in her hand yesterday. But now that a baby in the house is a serious possibility, she’s more excited than I’ve seen her since her masters thesis was accepted. She’s trying to hide it, but I know her too well for that to work.

Julie, Nettie, and I had dinner at Terry’s house this evening. His daughter Halee, heard company was coming, and laid out this huge spread. Holy hell; that girl can cook! I scarfed down way too much, but I’m eating for two, right? Or is it too early to start using that as an excuse? I’m starting to realize that what I know about pregnancy wouldn’t even fill up one of those Planned Parenthood pamphlets. I should probably do something about that. For starters, maybe I ought to pick up a few of those pamphlets.

Anyway—clinic tomorrow morning in Johnstown. Me, Terry, and Julie. Nettie is going to be gone for at least the first half of the day, and she’s being kinda weird about it. Julie asked her what she had going on, and Nettie said she just had some stuff to take care of, in a way that most decidedly did NOT invite further inquiry.

Anyway, if she gets back in time, she’ll be joining us for dinner in Johnstown with Hannah, Terry, Halee, and Hannah’s daughter Bethany. We haven’t met Bethany yet, but she’s Halee’s age, and apparently, they’re girlfriends. Good for them, but in a way, I’m bummed. Being new girlfriends means they’re probably exclusive at the moment, and after hearing all the juicy details of Julie and Cindy’s bedroom tryst with Halee, I was hoping to get a taste of that myself before the summer was out.

And here I go again. I’m a horny little bitch at the best of times, have been since I was eleven, and my sex drive has been especially hyperactive over the past couple of weeks. I guess now I know why! Just the slightest thought of getting it on with Terry’s smart, sexy daughter just pushed me from zero to sixty in ten seconds.

As always in these late-night situations, I’m tempted to wake up Julie—but you know, I rarely do. There’s just something so damn hot about touching myself while I watch my lover sleep. The hand I’m not using to write this is already inside my pajamas, so I guess the choice for tonight has been made. Closing the diary for now…

On to Chapter Seventeen!

In a Forest Glade

  • Posted on April 19, 2026 at 2:43 pm

Author Unknown

Adapted by JetBoy for Juicy Secrets

It was a bright, sunny day, so Miko decided it would be a perfect occasion to take her six-year-old daughter Noriko for a picnic in a secluded spot in the local forest, near a lovely running stream.

Miko was in her late twenties, a beautiful Japanese lesbian who was very active, both in and out of bed. She adored her beautiful daughter, the light of her life. Miko was something of a ‘new age’ parent, believing in natural parenting, nudism, healthy living, and homeschooling.

The relationship between mother and daughter was a strong one, with the young girl looking up to her mummy and always wanting to be around her, enjoying all the time they spent together. Miko always encouraged her daughter to ask questions about anything she wanted, no topic off limits.

To date, despite her mother occasionally making love to female partners while her daughter was there, usually leaving her bedroom door open, Nori had shown little curiosity about sexuality, although she had a great interest in her own body and the differences between hers and that of her mummy. Miko had already decided to be as open as possible with her little girl about sex when the time came.

On this day, Miko selected brightly colored sundresses for Nori and herself to wear, light enough to keep them cool on their hike to the picnic spot. Both girls wore simple panties underneath, with Nori in pretty pink knickers and her mother in a similar style, but cornflower-hued.

Miko went braless. She still nursed Nori, despite no longer having milk to give, and always wanted the child to have access to her breasts. It was unusual, Miko knew, but she and her child enjoyed the act of nursing too much to give it up. At six, Nori was aware that taking her mother’s breast was a private thing, best enjoyed at home… but sometimes they would indulge elsewhere if no one was about.

Mother and daughter walked hand in hand through the woods, leaving the trail at one point, then forging through the trees until they reached the very quiet and beautiful spot Miko had chosen for their picnic. Miko sometimes came there with her lovers, as it was a very isolated place where she felt comfortable swimming nude in the stream, then making love in the afternoon sun.

This was the first time Miko brought her daughter to this special place, and she was pleased by the look of wonder on Nori’s pretty face as she took it all in: beautiful green grass, shaded by willow trees, and a gently babbling stream with water so clear you could see the rocks on the bottom that trailed into a pond suitable for swimming.

When Nori said, “But we didn’t bring our swimsuits, Mummy!” Miko smiled and told her that when she came there with her special friends, they never bothered with swimsuits, as it was a very private area, free from unwanted interruptions. Nori took her mother’s explanation in stride, as nudity was never an issue around their home.

After spreading out the large blanket they’d brought and unpacking their lunch, mother and daughter sat down to enjoy their meal. As they ate, Nori occasionally glanced at Mommy’s nipples, all but visible through the thin dress Miko wore. This seemed like an ideal place to nurse, and the child hoped Mummy would allow her to do so after lunch.

Having finished their sandwiches and fruit, mother and child lay back to enjoy the scenery, where they gradually drifted into a peaceful doze.

Miko slowly awakened as she felt fingers gently tugging at the straps of her dress. Opening her eyes, she saw a smiling Nori, then smiled back as she realized what her daughter wanted.

Gazing down lovingly at the beautiful child, Miko slid the shoulder strap down to expose a breast, offering the fat nipple to her child. She cradled her daughter’s head as Nori begins to nurse, drawing her closer until their bodies are nestled snugly together.

She whimpered as she felt her daughter’s mouth draw deliciously at her nipple. Miko has always loved the special bond she felt with her daughter as she nurses, knowing she will miss it when Nori outgrows this stage.

What Miko loved most was the sensual pleasure she got from Nori’s mouth on her breast. It made her warm all over, especially between the legs. It’s so pleasurable that she often climaxed without the need to stimulate her cunt beyond squeezing her thighs together.

Sometimes, Miko has been surprised to discover her hands have unconsciously moved to fondle and caress Nori’s pert little bottom as the child suckles, which can lead her to fantasies she really shouldn’t let herself drift into. It gets more difficult all the time, she thought.

Her emotions were on the verge of spilling over as she relaxed on the blanket, sighing blissfully as she felt her daughter’s lips suckle one breast, then move to the other. She thought of the passionate lesbian lovemaking she’d enjoyed in this very spot. The memory caused her cunt to throb. .

Finally, Miko’s nipple popped out of Nori’s mouth as the girl raised her head, murmuring, “Thank you, Mummy.”

Miko gazed down at her resting daughter, a contented look on the child’s angelic face. She snuggled her close, a hand resting on Nori’s bum as she lightly kissed her forehead. On impulse, Miko allowed her lips to trail down the child’s face, pausing to place a gentle kiss upon the sweet little mouth.

Nori lay contentedly in her mother’s embrace. But there was a strange feeling, an odd warmth lingering between her thighs.

She turned slightly toward Miko. “Mummy?” she said, “I… I feel warm, down in my underpants.”

“Do you, little one?” murmured Miko, feeling a prickle of awakening excitement. She knew her child loved to nurse, and Nori seemed to enjoy being kissed and touched in this loving way. But could a girl of six actually feel sexual arousal?

Now that hits a little close to home, Miko told herself. “Here, stand up, let Mummy see.”

Nori stood up next to her now kneeling mother and hesitantly lifted her skirt to her waist, revealing a damp pair of pink panties.

Miko’s heart raced, and she fought to keep her voice calm and even. “Oh, angel… that’s a good thing, a very good thing. It means that you’re ready to make love.”

“Make love,” the little girl whispered thoughtfully. “I like how that sounds, Mummy. Can I do it now? How do you make love?”

Laughing affectionately, Miko reached out to caress her daughter’s cheek. “Well… to make love, you need another person, at least. See, it’s a kind of sharing, the nicest kind.”

Nori’s head tilted adorably as she studied her mother, “Can you and me share like that, Mummy?”

A delicious shiver raced through the young Japanese mother as she absorbed the meaning of her little girl’s invitation. She knew such things were forbidden, but little Nori’s desire dovetailed so perfectly with her own that saying no to the child’s wishes seemed far more wrong than giving her what she wants.

Closing her eyes, she made her decision.

“Yes, my precious one,” Miko whispered. “We can share.”

She reached up to grasp the waistband of her daughter’s underpants and slowly drew them down. The sight of Nori’s smooth slit, only inches from her face, only stoked Miko’s long-suppressed desire. Taking a deep breath, she told herself that at long last, the secret fantasies she’d had about her baby girl were about to be exposed and made real. She was thrilled, and a little frightened.

Before she realized she was even doing it, Miko leaned in to nuzzle and lick Nori’s inner thighs. The scent of her daughter’s vagina soon filled her nostrils, further inflaming her passion.

She couldn’t restrain herself for one more second. Miko stretched her daughter out on the blanket and gently removed the flowery dress, exposing the bare body of her little girl.

Sitting back on her haunches, Miko took a moment to drink in the awesome sight, then bent to bury her face between Nori’s legs.

Soon the child was moaning as Miko licked her – bathing the baby-smooth slit with long swipes of the tongue, then probing between the thin labia to briefly enter her daughter’s vagina, then seeking out Nori’s tiny clit to suck.

Miko had no idea if such a young girl was capable of orgasm, but she did her best to make that very thing happen. Her efforts were rewarded when Nori cried out loud, caught up in the whirlwind of her very first climax. She bucked and thrashed helplessly as Miko carried her to ecstasy’s peak and beyond..

Finally, Nori collapsed, utterly spent, but revived somewhat as Mummy kissed a pathway up from her sex, traveling over her tummy, her chest – pausing to kiss each nipple – her neck and chin, finally claiming the little girl’s mouth. Nori started as Miko’s tongue darted between her parted lips, but hesitantly began to respond. This quickly energized the little pixie, and soon she and her mother were sharing a passionate kiss.

When their lips drifted apart, Nori gazed up in awe. “Mummy, you never kissed me that way before. I – I really liked it!”

“That’s how you kiss when you make love, my sweet,” Miko replied. “Should we kiss that way from now on, do you think?”

“Yes, please!” the child exclaimed, then studied her mother, now lying on the rug with her skirt raised, legs spread and soaked panties on display. “Mummy… can I take your clothes off, like you did with me?”

Her pulse racing with a renewed excitement, Miko lifted her bottom so Nori could slide her sodden panties down and off, then raised her arms, inviting the six-year-old to remove her dress. The child was clumsy in her excitement, but she managed to tug the garment up and off.

Now naked like her little girl, Miko lay back, parting her legs, waiting to see what Nori would do.

Getting down on her tummy, Nori took a moment to get a close-up view of Miko’s private place. She’d seen Mummy naked more times than she could count, but never up close like this. Carefully opening the slit with her fingers, she gazed into her mummy’s open sex, the petals of the flower parted.

Nori noticed the color more than anything. The vaginal interior was a vivid pink, dripping with arousal. It was strangely beautiful, and she liked the rich, musky scent..

Drawing closer, the little girl placed a timid kiss on her mother’s cunt, pausing to sample the flavor. She took a careful lick, took another, then began to pleasure Mummy with everything she had.

Remembering what Miko had done to her, Nori plunged her tongue into the juicy vagina, twirling it around a bit, then licked a path up to that place at the top, the spot where Mummy had given her those extra special good feelings, the best ever!

“Oh, b-baby girl,” Miko moaned, resting a shaky hand on the back of Nori’s head, “keep doing that. You’re making Mummy feel so – so lovely. Mmmmmm, yes!”

Miko’s lovers were usually quite impressed by the size of her clitoris. When aroused, it stood proudly, all but begging to be stimulated, and little Nori instinctively latched on to it like a nipple, sucking the engorged nubbin until Miko went off in a convulsive orgasm.

The child continued to nurse Mummy’s clit, thrilling to the music of her ecstatic cries until Miko nudged her away, panting, “Th-that’s enough, baby girl. It’s s-so good, b-but I, I can’t take any more.” Nori raised her head, then mother and daughter collapsed in a sweaty tangle on the blanket, arms and legs entwined.

Miko drew the little girl into her arms and kissed her mouth, tasting her cunt on Nori’s lips. Mother and daughter shared deep kisses for a long, lovely while.

Rousing themselves a few minutes later, still smelling of sex, they walked to the pond and wandered into the cool water to immerse themselves. They spend a happy half hour drifting about, playfully splashing one another, sometimes cuddling and kissing, hands straying to exchange intimate caresses.

Miko reflected on how the bond with her daughter had deepened in a way she never imagined it could. They had enjoyed a very special closeness that precious few mothers and daughters would ever know. She felt no guilt; only joy and wonder.

Eventually, Miko and Nori emerged from the pool, emotionally and physically spent, but happy.

Nori was still dripping from their swim, so Miko vigorously dried her daughter’s slim body and her long, straight hair, which fell down to her bottom. Nori had always wanted her hair to be long, just like Mummy’s, and it was well on the way to matching Miko’s, which hung below her peach-shaped ass.

Miko was still aroused from the lesbian lovemaking she’d enjoyed, a hint of the six-year-old’s slit still lingering on her tongue. She couldn’t resist taking the opportunity to feel her daughter up while drying her. The soft suppleness of Nori’s babyish body further inflamed Miko’s incestuous desire.

When she finished drying Nori, Miko picked up the two pairs of panties, which they’d spread out on a rock to dry. She noticed they were still damp.

She lifted Nori’s cotton underpants to her nose, delighted to find the scent of her child’s sex still lingering. She felt light-headed, thinking of what she’d just done to her daughter, already hungry for more.

Turning to Nori, Miko held out the child’s panties for her to step into, then helped her into the colorful dress. Slipping into her own clothes, she put on her underwear, enjoying how the damp material felt against her cunt.

They packed up their belongings and began the walk back through the woods to join the trail, and from there to where Miko had parked the car.

On the drive home, Nori nestled into her mother, finally falling asleep.

As her daughter rested, Miko pondered the afternoon’s events and the intensity of the experience she and her child had shared.

She’d felt a sexual attraction to young girls ever since her teenage days as a budding lesbian, constantly distracted by the little girls who lived on her street. Of course, she never had the nerve to realize her fantasy, but had many partners close to her own age, especially at university.

After getting her degree, Miko found herself longing to be a mother, to raise a daughter of her own. Through artificial insemination, she was impregnated and, nine months later, gave birth to the most beautiful baby girl imaginable.

Somehow, Miko had never seen her longing for motherhood as having anything to do with her attraction to underage girls. That changed not long after Nori turned four. She found herself masturbating to fantasies of sex with her daughter’s young friends, and shortly thereafter, began to feel stirrings of desire for Nori herself.

Miko gazes lovingly at her sleeping child, certain that Nori will want to experience more of the pleasures they’d enjoyed that day. She also knows her child wouldn’t understand if Mummy said no; refused to indulge her. In fact, it might make her think what they’d done that afternoon was dirty and wrong.

When I was a girl I always thought sex was wicked, and being a lesbian was an abomination, all thanks to my parents, Miko told herself. I won’t let Nori grow up like that. I want her to be a happy and healthy little girl who is open to all sorts of love.

Especially love with Mummy, she added with a wry smile.

Miko was well aware that nearly everyone would think it wrong for a mother to be sexually intimate with her own child.

If what I just did with Nori was ever found out… She shuddered. I’ll have to have a talk with her about that. If we’re going to be doing these things, she needs to know how important it is to keep them secret.

It’s not fair, though – having to hide our love, Miko reflected, then gave a deep sigh. How can it be wrong to be closer to my daughter, to adore and cherish her as much as I do? I just can’t see that as a bad thing. 

But… what if it really is wrong?

After a long moment of reflection, Miko finally shook her head. No. Never. I can’t accept that what Nori and I have is anything but beautiful and loving. I adore my child more than life itself, and today only made our bond stronger.

Upon their arrival home, Miko gently awakened Nori, trying to behave as if nothing exceptional had happened that afternoon, even if their very lives had changed. The rest of the day was quiet, filled with a sense of peace and contentment that lasted into the evening, when mother and daughter had a relaxed dinner. Nori seemed perfectly at ease, and Miko congratulated herself for not permitting the incestuous love play she’d enjoyed with her daughter to alter the atmosphere of their home.

That said, Miko hadn’t yet finished loving her little girl. The day wasn’t over yet.

Every night, Nori took a shower, then put on fresh panties and a nightshirt before going to bed. She had been trusted to bathe herself for nearly a year.

That evening, Nori quickly understood that their regular routine was going to be different. When she entered the bathroom for her shower, Mummy came along. They undressed together, and Miko joined her little girl beneath the hot, cascading water.

Miko knelt before her daughter and began to wash between Nori’s legs, tenderly massaging the nymph’s labia and stroking the nymph’s smooth sex. Then she moved behind Nori and parted her daughter’s bottom cheeks, allowing her soapy fingers to probe between them, toying with the girl’s tightly puckered anus. A shiver raced through the tiny body.

After she was done cleaning Nori, Miko began to wash herself, sensually running lathery hands over her bare body. To her delight, Nori wanted to assist, squirting a dollop of the lavender-scented soap into her hand.

Without a word, a smiling Miko bent down so Nori could reach her breasts. She closed her eyes as she felt the child cover the soft globes with soap and fondle them, little knowing the effect she was having on her mummy. Miko’s nipples were erect and very sensitive, and having them touched by her own little girl was more exciting than she could have imagined. Her cunt ached with renewed desire.

Miko eventually rose, turned around and bent down slightly, offering her firm, shapely bottom to Nori. The child immediately got her mother’s meaning, and soon the little minx was lathering up her bum, just as her mummy did to her earlier.

Wanting to see inside, Nori spread Miko’s cheeks apart, exposing the pink rosebud nestled in between. She was enthralled, loving this wonderful new game.

Soon Miko felt Nori exploring between her cheeks, stroking the anal pucker. Placing both hands on her hips, she parted her buttocks even further. “Put your finger inside, angel,” she whispered.

The tip of a finger slipped past the tight ring and into Miko’s rectum, causing her head to swim. “Yes, baby girl, yes,” she gasped. Now… m-move it around.” A choked cry broke from her throat as her daughter did as she was told.

It felt divine. Miko loved anal sex, and it had been all too long since she’d been fucked that way. Turned on as she was, Nori’s stimulation had her on the brink of orgasm, but she wasn’t ready to come just yet. So Miko interrupted her daughter’s intimate exploration, turning her around to wash Mummy’s front.

It was only moments before Miko was moaning ecstatically when Nori’s fingers found their way between her legs to wash her smooth vulva. She was glad to have shaved herself there the day before, leaving her vagina and mons as smooth and soft as a six year old’s — just like her daughter’s little-girl sex.

Now Nori’s fingers were gliding through the smooth lips, tracing the groove of her slit, occasionally brushing her engorged clit. The sensations thus engendered made Miko dizzy with pleasure. She almost swooned, and had to lean against the side of the shower cubicle to remain standing.

Once more on the edge of coming, Miko once again decided to restrain herself. She broke away from Nori’s touch, even though the frustration of unfulfilled desire was almost painful.

She quickly rinsed herself and Nori, then turned off the water. “Come on, angel,” she said, “let’s get dried off and get ready for bed.”

Nori frowned. “Can’t we play some more, Mummy? I was having fun!”

Taking a towel from the cabinet, Miko smiled at her little girl. “Oh, we’re not done playing, silly. We’re just getting started. You’ll be spending the night with me.”

“Goody!” the six-year-old squealed, bouncing up and down, then presented her body to be toweled dry.

Miko lightly stroked Nori with the thick terrycloth, already anticipating the delights to come. She would make love to her little girl moments from now, teach her to give and receive wonderful new pleasures.

“Am I your girlfriend now, Mummy?” Nori said, turning around to allow her front to be dried.

Taken aback, Miko suddenly found herself on the verge of tears. Letting the towel drop to the floor, she enfolded the nude little girl in her arms, gazing into those warm brown eyes. “Better than a girlfriend,” she murmured, struggling to keep her voice steady. “You’re my lover, baby girl. And I’m yours.”

“Lover.” Nori weighed the word; pondered it – then broke into a dazzling smile. “I like that, Mommy!”

“So do I, Nori,” said Miko, bending to adorn her daughter’s cheek with a feather-light kiss. “So do I.”

The End

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Down the Rabbit Hole, Chapter 1

  • Posted on April 14, 2026 at 6:17 pm

by BlueJean

Author’s Note

Ever feel like you’ve revealed too much about what goes on inside your head?

The second piece of taboo erotica I ever wrote was a charming story called Little Girl Panties. I began posting it on Lesbian Lolita as I was writing it, back in the days when I was churning out one or two chapters a week. Not much quality control back then, but no one seemed to be complaining.

At some point, I updated the story, but by then I was more interested in the plot-driven fantasy of The Beekeeper’s Daughters and Selkie Days.

When JetBoy expressed an interest in publishing it on Juicy Secrets, I was reluctant. The story has always left me feeling a little more exposed than I’d like. Unlike my other offerings, this one isn’t pretending to be anything other than what it is – porn. No hiding behind lofty tales of witches, selkies and dryads for this grubby little wankfest. 

In the end, I agreed to let it out of the box again, on the condition that it underwent another update. That revision turned into a full rewrite, one I worked on sporadically while I was writing The Beekeeper’s Lament and co-writing The Loves and Labours of Doris Sloane. This new version, retitled Down the Rabbit Hole, starts out the same as the original, but soon veers off into brand new territory, not that it’s ever had much in the way of plot, you understand. 

I think some of you are going to love this new version. Others might find it a tad troubling. Down the Rabbit Hole doesn’t much concern itself with notions of love or affection. It’s devious; hungry. It takes what it wants without a care for the consequences. It doesn’t make excuses, and doesn’t care if you approve or not. 

Down the Rabbit Hole is about how bad decisions can escalate and spiral out of control. It’s about how easily we can put our conscience to one side. Okay, it’s really about grown women who have sex with little girls, but some of those awkward questions do at least pop their heads up from time to time. 

Hand-wringer that I am, I’ve never been entirely sure how I feel about this story. I’ve become quite fond of the characters over the years, but sometimes the story has weighed on me like a ball and chain. I’ll sum it up like this: I gave birth to a monstrous thing. Now I’m leaving it on the doorstep of Juicy Secrets Orphanage. Good riddance. Just be careful – the little fucker bites.

Oh, one other thing. Just to eliminate any potential trepidation amongst those of you who are familiar with the original – Frankie does not die in this version. Long live Frankie.

BlueJean

Editor’s Note

As my friend and editing victim BlueJean says above, this story first made its appearance at the much-missed Lesbian Lolita site, where I encountered it – my introduction to this man’s fine erotic work. It was hot stuff indeed, though I also appreciated how the story subtly dealt with Sarah’s mixed feelings about the gradual changes in her family dynamic. My only real quibble with the story was the ending, in which Sarah’s lover Frankie is hit by a car and killed. Unlike most Hollywood executives, I do believe that some fictional works call for a tragic ending, but this wasn’t one of them.

Still, a satisfying story, with some smoking hot sex scenes – what’s not to like? But when Mr. Jean kicked off his next work, “The Beekeeper’s Daughters,” his writing was on a whole new level, erotica that succeeded as fantasy fiction in its own right. I was jealous that Lesbian Lolita had been first to get it, but we posted all their best stuff at Juicy Secrets anyhow (after a courteous waiting period), so we’d eventually have it too.

What happened, of course, was that Lesbian Lolita shut down, lost (like so many other sites) with the lengthy shuttering of asstr.org.  

I can’t recall who contacted the other first, but BlueJean needed a new home for his writing, and I wanted the entirety of “Beekeeper,” so we were soon in touch. The two of us seemed to drift naturally into an author/editor relationship, churning out five short novels in as many years, this being the last.

Mind you, he wasn’t especially eager to see this particular story made public, but after I asked for the sixth time or thereabouts, he consented, intending to simply hand the story over to me and walk away. I would have carte blanche to rewrite it as I saw fit. 

But by that point in our relationship, I knew BlueJean well enough (for someone I’d never met face to face) to suspect that he would NOT be able to let go of this story, and would find himself putting in just as much effort as he had with the others. Which was exactly how I wanted it… and precisely how it turned out. We ended up reworking this bad boy from top to bottom.

The result: Down the Rabbit Hole is a whole new creature, so improved it’s scary. Tremble before its might, ye pitiful mortals!

Enormous thanks, BlueJean, for giving me the opportunity to work with you one more once. You’ll be missed, mate. 

JetBoy

1

I have to wonder when the hole we dug became too deep for us to climb out. Hard to say, really. To gain any kind of perspective, you have to step back, I think. And I was having much too much fun to step back.

I guess it doesn’t make much difference anyway – once I’d started down that rabbit hole, there was no chance I was ever coming back up. And I gleefully dragged everyone down with me – Frankie (not that she ever needed much persuading), my sister Judy, the children, even the fucking schoolteacher.

The children… oh, the things we’ve done with them. Appalling. But so very exquisite. I’m sure it’ll all come back to bite us on the bum, sooner or later. We reap what we sow, right?

I’m a very naughty mummy, you see. I sold my soul for a taste of wicked debauchery. But that’s okay. I’m not going to try and justify what I’ve done or start making excuses – I wasn’t hurting anyone! It was completely consensual! We all liked it! We’re all happy and healthy! Blah, blah, blah.

That isn’t why I’m telling you our story. Honestly, I don’t care if you approve or not. I’ve made my peace with it. I know it’s wrong, but the thing is, I like the wrongness. If the things I’ve indulged in were seen as acceptable by society, it wouldn’t have been nearly as thrilling. Truth be told, I’ve always been a bad girl. My ex-husband used to tell me there was ‘something of the night’ about me. Maybe that’s true of most of us to some extent. We all have a darker self hidden away.

But I let my dark undercurrent bubble to the surface. Somewhere along the way I discovered that simply going with the flow is much easier than questioning the consequences of everything you do. Sure, it’s morally redundant, maybe even cowardly, but there’s a unique kind of liberation that comes with simply not giving a fuck.

So. How did it all start? Hmm…

A pair of little girl’s panties, that’s how.

Now listen.

2

 Friday and Saturday nights were all about sex in our house. My eight-year-old daughter Kerry – the only good thing to come out of a loveless and short-lived marriage – went to stay with her father on weekends. That meant me and my partner Frankie had the house to ourselves. Don’t get me wrong, sex during the week was nice enough, but it was confined to our bedroom, and an effort was made to keep it low volume for Kerry’s sake. The weekends, though – that was our time to migrate into the lounge, strip naked, stick some lesbian porn on the TV and go completely wild.

Frankie is – and I mean this in the nicest possible way – a dirty bitch. Her moral laxity when it comes to anything sex-related is breathtaking to behold. She’s a self-confessed sexual deviant and proud of it.

She looks the part, too – dark auburn hair shaved at the temples, eyes the colour of dusky emeralds. Much of her olive skin is adorned with tattoos, and her ears and nose gleam with studs and rings. If she looks like the kind of girl who’d eat you alive, it’s because she is.

In many ways, I’m the yin to her yang: my hair is dark blonde, my eyes a flinty grey. My breasts and hips are larger and fuller than Frankie’s, and though I do have a couple of tattoos in discreet locations, my skin is otherwise pale and unadorned.

Frankie and I are both very beautiful. Egotistical but true – and the only reason I tell you is because I want you to be able to picture us very clearly when we’re indulging in all the exquisite, forbidden things you’ll soon be reading about. I don’t mean to brag, but the fact is, we could score with just about anyone we wanted, women or men. But our interests ended up taking a more, shall we say, unusual turn.

On this particular Friday night, Frankie was hooking her laptop up to the TV in the lounge. I always let her choose the porn  – she usually comes up with something interesting, more often thoroughly filthy.

While she prepared the evening’s entertainment, I poured us each a tall glass of red wine. “What’re we watching?” I asked, already tingling in anticipation.

“A nice compilation of girls rimming each other,” Frankie replied sagely. “You should get down on your hands and knees while you watch it. In fact, I insist on it.”

This would probably be a good time to tell you that the two of us were clad in nothing but sheer, thigh-length stockings. Mine were a dark crimson, stark against the paleness of my legs. Frankie’s were black. Sometimes we also wore lacy knickers, mostly for how much we liked the way they looked stretched around our knees and ankles, or pulled to one side. We’ve tried wearing our sexiest heels a few times during these little soirées, like the girls in the videos, but aside from being wholly impractical, Frankie once nearly had my eye out with one of her stilettos. So in the spirit of health and safety, we decided to stop wearing them. So yeah, that night it was just the stockings.

“Why don’t you get down on your hands and knees?” I said with a smirk.

Frankie peered back at me in mock disapproval, hands hooked on her slender hips. “‘Cause I had the idea first. Now get down there. Don’t make me tell you again.”

After treating her to a sassy look, I knelt down on our nice Afghan rug. That rug’s taken some abuse over the years. Good job it cleans up nicely.

While the first porn scene began to unfold, Frankie crept around me like a predator deciding how best to dispatch its prey. Finally she squatted at my rear and growled, “Bend over.”

I fell forward onto the balls of my hands. Frankie planted a kiss on each bare buttock, then trailed the tip of her tongue up and down my pussy. I could feel her unsheath my clit, then her mouth was there too, sucking at the sensitive nub; lightly grazing it with her teeth.

Peering back at her, I demanded, “Tongue-fuck me.”

She speared her way into my cunt, her thumb brushing my engorged clit as she went about her dirty business. I pushed back against her oral assault, and Frankie’s response was to spread my bum cheeks apart to get at my arsehole, her tongue teasing the tight anal ring.

Fuck yes,” I muttered, letting my front half sink down onto the rug so I could raise my rump even higher, giving Frankie unfettered access.

“Do you like my tongue in your arse, baby?” my girlfriend enquired.

“You know I do. Less chit-chat, more rimming.”

“I’ll do you one better. Spread those cheeks nice and wide for me, and I’ll finger your cunt at the same time.”

Supporting my weight with one hand, I used the other to spread myself open. Frankie slipped two of her fingers into my dripping pussy and began to work them in and out while she bathed my arsehole with her tongue.

“Eat it, bitch,” I hissed. “Put some effort into it.”

I received a sharp slap on the bum for my insolence.

Yeah, we got mean sometimes. Called each other names, got a little rough. But we kept it contained. It never spilled over into the other parts of our lives. I think girls are good at drawing lines like that. Post-coital remorse is mostly a male thing.

Frankie pulled her fingers from my cunt, reaching over to offer them to me. “Taste yourself.”

I sucked the wet digits clean. Frankie knew I loved the taste of my own pussy. When I masturbated, my fingers would usually end up in my mouth – if not mine, then Frankie’s. “Mmm, yummy,” I told her, then gave my voice an edge. “Now stick them back inside so I can come.”

While Frankie worked me from behind with fingers and tongue, I watched like-minded women doing much the same thing on the TV.

When I first met Frankie, one thing soon became abundantly clear: she and porn come as a package deal. She’s a connoisseur; laptops and thumb drives full of the stuff. That first year of dating was an abject lesson in how to carefully cultivate a porn addiction in your lover. It started with the softcore stuff, then gradually got kinkier and kinkier.

It wasn’t long before I was bucking hard against my girlfriend’s face as a knee-trembler of an orgasm shuddered through me. “Oh, God…” I whimpered into the rug.

After I’d regained some degree of functionality, Frankie rolled me onto my back, then straddled my face. “Eat me,” she demanded, grinding her pussy against my mouth.

While I feasted on her musky cunt, she grabbed fistfuls of my hair and rode me like the bitch I am. Copious quantities of hot, creamy goo oozed from her cunt, down onto my mouth and chin. Frankie’s always been a messy girl, and isn’t a bit ashamed of it.

Having used my face to her satisfaction, she finally pressed her pulsating sex to my lips and let her orgasm come freely. I held my breath and let her ride it out. I knew I wasn’t going anywhere until she was done.

She peered down at me and smiled sweetly. “Aww, did we make a nasty mess on the pretty lady’s face?”

I licked my lips and flashed my eyes at her.

“You look so sexy covered in my come,” Frankie told me sincerely.

“Kiss me,” I said, so she slid down and pressed her body against mine. We kissed deeply, sharing her creamy essence.

Then Frankie gave me one of her looks, the kind that says, Let’s do something really dirty. Let’s escalate.

“What?” I asked cautiously.

“You have an open mind, right?” she ventured.

“I’d like to think so.”

“I mean really open.”

“Uh… I’m not doing scat, if that’s what you’re suggesting.”

Frankie laughed at that. “Nothing so gross. I have something else for us to watch but, well, it’s not exactly legal.”

I had to admit, she had me a little intrigued. “O-kay. I’m game, I guess. As long as we don’t get into trouble, and it’s not horrible or anything.”

She gave me a sly little smile, then began fiddling with her laptop. A short while later a video image suddenly bloomed into life.

I put a hand to my mouth in shock. “What the fuck!?”

I watched as a young girl sat half naked on the floor, legs spread wide, her smooth slit on full display. She couldn’t have been any older than ten.

“Oh, it’s her again,” Frankie said matter-of-factly, giving me a sidelong glance to gauge my reaction. “God, she’s always on here. A right little nympho, that one.”

“Wh-what’s she doing?” I asked, so unprepared for this breathtakingly shocking image that I could barely muster a coherent thought, let alone summon up the words to articulate it.

“It’s a cam thing,” Frankie tried to explain, but I could only look at her blankly. “You know – chat rooms. Kids are always doing stuff online, but some of them can be persuaded to take their knickers off.”

“By who?”

“Baaad people,” Frankie said with a reproachful pout that wasn’t fooling anyone, least of all me.

“Wait, is this live? She’s doing this right now?”

“Uh, yeah. Obviously.”

The little girl shuffled closer to the camera – Smartphone. All the kids have smartphones these days and spread her hairless pussy open. “This what you wanna see?” she asked. An American kid, then. So sassy and confident.

“My God, she’s so young,” I muttered, still struggling to take in what I was seeing. I’d heard rumours about this kind of porn circulating on the web, but seeing it for myself was another thing entirely.

Frankie was studying me carefully, probably trying to decide if she’d gone too far. “I did say it wasn’t exactly legal. Are you okay with this?”

Some part of me said, No, I’m bloody well not okay with this! Another, more sexually devious part of me insisted, Fuck yeah, bring it on!

“It’s… I mean, it’s fucking hot,” I admitted. “But why would a girl her age do something like… that?”

Frankie shrugged. “I dunno. Don’t all little girls like to show their pussies? I sure did when I was that age. Didn’t you? Anyway, who cares why she does it?”

That’s the thing about Frankie – she isn’t really concerned how the rollercoaster works, long as she gets to ride it.

Her hand found its way between my legs. “Do you like her?”

“Well, yeah,” I found myself saying, shock rapidly giving way to pure arousal. “She’s cute.”

“And what about her smooth little pussy?” Frankie murmured. “Do you like that?”

I could only nod.

“It’d be nice to lick, wouldn’t it?”

“I dunno. Maybe. Yeah, I guess so.”

Frankie spun a finger across my clit while I sat transfixed. “I’d like to see you run your tongue up and down that sweet little cunt.”

Turning her back to the camera, the girl was now spreading her arse cheeks apart without a shred of inhibition.

“Look at that arsehole,” Frankie hissed as she fingered me. “I’ll bet it tastes delicious.”

“This is so wrong,” I groaned. “But so incredibly hot.”

“Shall we ask her to do something?” Frankie suggested.

“Like what?” I asked breathlessly.

“What do you want to see her do?”

A multitude of possibilities flitted through my mind, each more filthy than the last. I decided to start with the basics. “I – I think I’d like to see her finger herself.”

My own hand replaced Frankie’s between my legs while she typed away on her laptop. She seemed entirely unconcerned that some of the keys were now spotted with my fluids.

Hi cutie, can u stick a finger in your pussy?

“You wanna see me finger my trickle?” the little girl cooed.

Frankie’s fingers were a blur of movement across her keyboard, as were mine between my legs.

I’d love to see u do that! That would be so hot!

The girl made a show of spreading her pussy, pouting at the camera, then slipping a finger inside all the way up to the second knuckle. As she worked it back and forth, I realised she must have broken her hymen at some point. She was wet down there, too. I didn’t remember ever getting that juicy when I was her age.

“Mmmm… feels good!” the child squealed as she masturbated, little squelchy noises accompanying each pump of her wrist.

I told myself that if kids were doing porn these days, confining it to the safety of their own homes was a marginally better option than performing for some paedophile cameraman. This was where the self-justification began; the start of a battle I was never going to win.

Frankie was typing out a request of her own, a delighted grin on her face. At least she didn’t seem to have any moral quandaries about what we were doing.

Show us your bumhole while u finger your pussy.

Frankie slipped a hand down between her legs and gave me a smirk. “This is fun, right?”

“It’s, er, quite the eye-opener.”

Our little webcam exhibitionist lifted her legs up towards her head, giving us a nice view of her rosebud as she fingered herself. I loved how she was only wearing a pink t-shirt. It somehow made the whole spectacle seem even dirtier.

“Ask her to p-put something up her arse,” I muttered, now close to orgasm.

“Dirty bitch,” Frankie chuckled as she typed in my request.

Can u put something up your bum, sweetie?

“Up my bottom? Like a – a toothbrush or something?” the child asked.

Perfect!

“Okay, hold on.” She bounced onto her feet and ran off camera, her pert buttocks jiggling. I could see a bed in the background; pink sheets and pink pillows. The walls were adorned with posters and pictures typical of a girl her age. It looked a lot like my daughter Kerry’s room. That thought aroused me even more, though I avoided asking myself why. Probably best not to overanalyse.

The girl returned with a toothbrush in her hand, but suddenly froze like a deer caught in headlights, a look of alarm on her face. After a moment or two she gave a relieved sigh. “Dang, I thought my mom was comin’ upstairs!” She sat back down on the floor and spread her legs once again. Licking the toothbrush handle up and down, she brought it to her pink pucker. “So you want me to put this in my butt, huh?”

Encouraging the girl, Frankie typed out an enthusiastic, yes please!

I was beginning to wonder just how many of these cam shows she’d watched.

The girl pushed the smooth end of the toothbrush into her arsehole up to the halfway point and proceeded to fuck herself with it. “Mmmmm, yeah… feels so nice in my butt!” we were reliably informed.

“Well, would you look at that…” I mumbled, my hand finding its way between Frankie’s thighs, just as hers settled between mine. “I had no idea kids could be so filthy.”

“I’d love to lick her arsehole while you suck on that bare pussy,” my lover hissed, fingering me to an inevitable orgasm.

I arched my pelvis against Frankie’s fingers, the intensity of my climax causing me to squirt a little. Frankie brought herself off while I was recovering, mauling her swollen clit until she exploded into a series of mini convulsions while muttering the usual obscenities.

The webcam girl – who at some point had decided to stick a marker pen into her pussy along with the toothbrush up her arse – bounced onto her feet. “Shit, my mom’s callin’ me for supper. I gotta go, guys. Thank you!” She blew a kiss to the camera, and a moment later we were looking at a black screen.

Frankie and I sat and stared at each other. Finally I broke the silence. “Uh… did we just watch kiddy porn?”

“Yeah,” Frankie confirmed sheepishly. “More or less.”

“Okay, then.” I pointed to the TV. “So… do you watch that kind of thing a lot?”

“I mean, I wouldn’t say a lot,” Frankie replied, and then amended that with, “Not since I moved in with you, at least.”

I wasn’t sure how I felt about my girlfriend getting off to child pornography behind my back. I’ve never been the kind of person to concern myself with other people’s personal business, but there was still the question of the very illegal nature of the video we’d just watched, and the fact that my eight-year-old daughter might end up finding Frankie’s stash of illicit material.

“I guess you watch them when I’m not around,” I said.

“Everyone watches porn behind their partner’s back,” Frankie explained, completely unruffled. “It’s perfectly normal and healthy.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Not that kind of porn, you dirty cow!”

I adjourned to the kitchen to retrieve another bottle of red wine, then refilled our glasses. “So… you like little girls?” I asked in a tone that was as neutral as such a question would allow.

Frankie crossed her arms and arched a brow at me. “Oh, we’re going there, are we? You didn’t seem to have any objections to watching a little girl stick a toothbrush up her bum when you were coming on my fingers.”

“I’m not judging! I just didn’t know about this side of you. Well, beyond your usual perving over schoolgirls, that is. I’m kind of intrigued, that’s all.”

Frankie gave a shrug. “Honestly, I like all girls – big ones, little ones… er… other… ones. I’m not a paedo, or anything like that, I just think it’s a hot fantasy.” Clearing her throat, she adopted a philosophical tone. “In my opinion, all women are into little girls, even if they won’t admit it. And you basically just proved me right. Thanks for not breaking up with me, by the way.”

“What about Kerry?” I asked. “Do you think she’s hot?”

That earned me a scathing look. “Sarah. Don’t even go there. I love Kerry like she’s my own kid. I would never touch her.”

I leaned over to kiss her on the cheek. “I’m just kidding! You’re so easy to wind up.”

Frankie scowled at me, so I kissed her on the cheek again, then on the nape of the neck. When her eyes had softened somewhat, I nuzzled her ear and whispered, “What if I gave you permission to touch her?”

Frankie’s eyes lit up. She nibbled at her lower lip. “Would you?”

“No. Maybe. If Kerry wanted to. Actually, no. I dunno.”

We both broke into peals of laughter.

Frankie nudged me in the arm. “You’re such a pisstaker. Look, did you like the video or not?”

“Yes, Frankie,” I conceded, rolling my eyes. “I liked it very much.”

“Then let’s just agree that it was fun to watch, and that’s that. Okay?”

I took a mouthful of wine and let it coat the back of my throat. The warmth of it radiated through me pleasantly. “Fine.”

The truth was, I couldn’t stop thinking about the video. I’d never considered children to be sexual creatures before, but when you’re confronted by the image of a little girl fucking herself up the arse with a toothbrush, your whole perspective changes. It was new. And different. And for those of us intent on exploring our sexuality to the full, new and different are valuable currency.

I was starting to feel horny again. “I’d very much like to rub my cunt on yours,” I informed Frankie.

“That sounds nice,” she agreed, then slugged back the last few mouthfuls of her wine in one gulp.

My moral compass no longer a reliable navigation aid, a naughty idea implanted itself into my brain and refused to be dislodged. “Not here, though.”

“Where, then?”

“Kerry’s room.” And there it was.

Frankie stared at me, probably trying to decide if I was having her on again. “You wanna fuck in Kerry’s room?”

“Yeah. I really do.” I offered the obligatory disclaimer. “It doesn’t mean anything, just a bit of fun.”

At some point during our adventure, those disclaimers would become surplus to requirements.

So we ended up in my eight-year-old daughter’s bedroom, mouth to pussy on her pink duvet, entwined naked amongst all the soft toys and colourful throw pillows. Then I had Frankie lean over Kerry’s little homework desk while I ate her arse, and after that we rubbed our cunts together on the pink rug, the one with the picture of a unicorn. We’d had sex in some novel places before – one memorable liaison in the public library springs to mind – but never in my little girl’s bedroom. I don’t know why I hadn’t thought of it before. It was inspired. And extremely fucking hot.

I lost count of all the orgasms we had that evening. My daughter’s duvet bore the brunt of our lovemaking, and I reminded myself that it would need washing before Kerry got back on Sunday.

3

On Saturday we did Saturday stuff: stocked up on groceries, visited the gym, indulged in some serious retail therapy, then came back home for lunch and coffee. The rest of the day was spent lazing around on phones and laptops, and it wasn’t long before my perverted mind was drifting back to the video we’d watched the night before.

“Can we watch another one of those cam shows?” I asked Frankie sheepishly.

A pleased grin crept onto my girlfriend’s face. “Oh, you’ve got it bad, babe!”

“Fuck off, no I don’t! I’m just bored.”

“Don’t know if anyone will be on this time of day, but we could have a look.”

Frankie opened her laptop up, but sure enough, there didn’t seem to be much going on: A fat teenager licking her own tits; Another younger girl who clearly wasn’t willing to take her clothes off.

“Just normal porn, then?” I said, resigning myself to an afternoon of mainstream wank material. Sometimes you’ve gotta work with what you’ve got.

Except Frankie was giving me another one of her looks.

“What now?” I said.

“I have some other stuff on my laptop. Not live cam shows. Just videos.”

“Kid stuff?”

“Yeah.”

“Show me,” I heard myself say.

Frankie accessed an encrypted file on her laptop. I could see a series of thumbnails. After clicking on one, a grainy image appeared. A little girl of around five or six was lying on a bed with her legs open as a woman ate her out.

“Holy fuck,” I gasped, amazed and ever so slightly appalled. “I had no idea you were this perverted.”

“Shall I turn it off?”

“No!”

How on earth had Frankie managed to keep all this hidden from me? She’d shown me some weird stuff before – videos of women fucking dogs, BDSM, watersports. But kiddy porn? I had to wonder if I knew my girlfriend as well as I thought.

“This is one of my favourites,” Frankie told me. “Later on, the girl goes down on the lady—”

“Oi, don’t spoil the plot!” I chided, shoving a hand down my jeans.

Frankie laughed. “It’s not War and Peace.”

“Let’s watch it in Kerry’s room.”

“Oh, dear,” said a smirking Frankie. “I think I’ve created a monster.”

We took the laptop through to Kerry’s bedroom, lounging on the bed with our backs against the wall.

“I’m gonna get comfortable,” I announced and took off my jeans and panties. Frankie followed suit, and we settled down to watch the taboo footage.

“D-do you think they’re mother and daughter?” I pondered while I fingered myself.

Frankie ploughed through her wet folds. I could smell her familiar musky scent. “Yeah, definitely. They look alike.”

The woman flipped her little girl onto all fours, then set about eating her arse. What possessed a mother to do that with her kid? Money, I guessed. Surely mums weren’t supposed to be sexually attracted to their children, although this one was doing a pretty good job of pretending otherwise.

“Fuck yeah,” Frankie growled, treating herself to another finger. “Eat that little arsehole.”

I unsheathed my clit, strumming my fingers across the exposed node. “I bet she smells so good.”

That gave me an idea – a very dirty idea that would involve crossing certain lines. If I’d listened to my better judgement that day, I’m sure we’d all still be living out our relatively normal lives. The problem was, lust insisted on taking the wheel, gleefully hurtling down the road while my rationale had no option but to take a back seat.

“Back in a sec,” I told Frankie, and hastened to the bathroom.

Our washing hamper has a smiley face on one side. That afternoon the smile seemed inexplicably wider, and a good deal more devious. Go on, it seemed to taunt. You know you want to. Where’s the harm?

I lifted the lid. Various soiled garments inhabited the hamper, but I wanted something quite specific. I fished around and soon found what I was looking for: a small pair of pink panties. I pulled them open and found some stains, faint but noticeable. I screwed them up in my fist and carried them back to Kerry’s room.

“Close your eyes,” I told Frankie as I took my place on the bed.

“Close my eyes? I want to watch the naughty video, though,” my bemused lover replied.

“Just do it,” I insisted.

She rolled her eyes and then squeezed them shut. I crushed my daughter’s dirty panties against her face.

“What’s this?” Frankie asked.

“Smell them.”

She took a tentative sniff. “Ooh, sticking your dirty knickers in my face. Kinky!”

“Now you can open your eyes again.”

Frankie snapped her eyes open and peered at the pink wad of cotton I held before her. When she realised whose underwear they were, her eyes widened in surprise. “Kerry’s?”

I gave her a nod, then pushed them back under her nose.

“What is wrong with you?” Frankie mumbled through the soiled material, though I was quick to notice she wasn’t making much effort to push them away.

“You showed me kiddy porn, and that’s way worse,” I told her smugly, as if making my girlfriend smell my daughter’s dirty undies had somehow gained me the moral high ground. “Besides, I wouldn’t be surprised if you’ve sneaked the odd pair of Kerry’s panties out of the washing basket when I’m not looking.”

Frankie looked a little put out by that. “I bloody well haven’t! I told you, I wouldn’t do anything like that without your permission.”

I dangled the soiled underwear in front of her nose. “Well, I’m giving you permission now. Smell my little girl’s knickers.”

Frankie breathed in deeply, scissoring two fingers in and out of her cunt as I held the panties against her face.

I turned my attention back to the laptop, where the woman in the video was splayed out on the bed, her little girl fixed firmly between her legs, lapping away at Mummy’s cunt.

Frankie took advantage of my lapse of concentration and snatched Kerry’s knickers off me, pushing them into my face. “How’d you like that, you dirty cow?” she cooed.

A subtle, fruity musk awakened my senses – a combined perfume of arse, pee, sweat, laundry soap and a faint trace of pussy. Was my little girl getting aroused, perhaps even masturbating? I didn’t remember playing with myself at that age, but no two girls were alike when it came to discovering their sexuality.

I decided I liked this new fantasy, foolishly convincing myself that it was just a bit of harmless fun. Me, Frankie, a pair of my eight-year-old’s soiled underwear. Just a dirty little game. That’s all.

All the components were there for an earth-shattering orgasm: Fingers in my pussy, my daughter’s sweet aroma teasing my senses, the wet sound of Frankie mauling her cunt next to me. Oh, and the image of a little girl fisting her mummy on a laptop screen.

“Fuck!” I cried into Kerry’s knickers, my climax crashing over me. “Fuck fuck fuck.”

Frankie was watching me intently when she came soon after, the sight of me climaxing with my daughter’s knickers pressed firmly to my nose evidently a more erotic proposition than the child porn on her laptop. I’m sure she’d watched that particular video plenty of times before, after all.

We leaned in and kissed one another deeply, as we so often did post sex. It was a way to reaffirm our love, I think. No matter how nasty the sex got, no matter the name-calling or the overzealous roleplay, we still loved each other very much. The sex was more than great, but mere fuck-buddies we were not.

Frankie and I regarded one another for a good long while, until finally I found some words. “What on earth have we got ourselves into?”

Frankie offered me an impish smile. “Dunno, but I think I like it.”

“Me too,” I agreed.

Frankie cleaned up the bedroom while I put Kerry’s bed sheets into the washing machine, along with the small pair of pink panties that were the catalyst of everything that followed.

And as far as we were concerned, that was that. A moment of kinky madness, and on we went with our lives.

When evening came, we were tucked up on the couch in t-shirts and knickers, another bottle of wine gracing the coffee table.

Frankie took a mouthful of claret, then shook her head with a chuckle.

I looked at her straight-faced. “What?”

“I can’t believe you had us sniffing Kerry’s knickers like that.”

“Well, I’m still pretty scandalised about those videos you showed me, but I won’t tell if you won’t. Let’s just agree we’re both a couple of perverts and leave it at that.”

Frankie nibbled on her lower lip. “Do you… y’know, ever think about doing stuff with her?”

“Kerry?”

“Yeah.”

I should’ve been furious that she’d even suggest such a thing, but after the videos, and our unique use for Kerry’s panties, the idea didn’t seem quite as outrageous as it once might have. “I wouldn’t go that far,” I said. “But…”

“What?”

I shook my head and laughed it off. “It doesn’t matter. It’s a bit embarrassing.”

“Tell me,” Frankie pressed.

“When Kerry was a baby, I used to masturbate while she suckled from me,” I admitted, remembering how good it’d felt to have Kerry’s lips clamped firmly around my nipple.

“Wow,” was all Frankie could say.

I shrugged. “It felt quite natural, to be honest. I don’t think it’s that uncommon for women to get turned on while breastfeeding.”

Frankie seemed to be giving some serious thought to that. “That’s actually really fucking hot. Maybe I should have a baby.”

“Babies are for life, sweetheart,” I told her, “not just cummies.”

“Yeah, true,” she conceded. “Besides – being impregnated by a man? Excruciating labour pain? Sore nipples? Changing shitty nappies? I’ll pass.”

I kissed her tenderly, then asked, “Want me to fuck you with a strapon while we watch another one of your little-girl videos?”

Frankie gave me yet another of those special looks. “Sold.”

Kerry would be back from her dad’s the next day. I hoped things wouldn’t feel weird around her. I’d sniffed her dirty panties, sure, but that didn’t mean I wanted to molest her or anything. That’s not how it works, is it? It’s just a naughty fantasy. Kerry would come home, and things would go back to normal. Right?

Right?

On to Chapter Two!

The Evil That Men Do, Chapter 15

  • Posted on April 9, 2026 at 2:20 pm

The Story Thus Far

Chapter One: Mallory Kalvornek and her lover Julie Hanson have returned to Bronning, Minnesota, for the first time in years to catch up with friends and family. Meanwhile, their old friend (and occasional sex partner) paramedic Nettie Hastings fights to save a life, her lover Hannah drops by with an unexpected surprise, Terry Wilder grapples with writer’s block… and two little girls living in a trailer park named Heather and Gina are being carefully observed by a hidden stranger.

Chapter Two: Mallory and Julie get together at Nettie’s home with Nettie and her lover Hannah, Nettie’s friend Terry Wilder, Terry’s teen daughter Halee, and Mallory and Julie’s friend (and occasional sex partner) Cindy. Gossip is exchanged, memories shared, and an unexpected attraction between Mallory and Terry Wilder reveals itself. Meanwhile, the mother of the two trailer park girls Heather and Gina goes out for a night on the town, oblivious to the presence of the man spying on her home.

Chapter Three: At Nettie’s place, Nettie and Hannah leave the others to indulge in a bit of romantic pleasure, while Julie and her old friend Cindy get it on with Terry’s teen daughter Halee. As for Mallory, she has repaired to Terry’s place for one of her occasional bouts of heterosexual action. Appetites are indulged, confidences shared. Meanwhile, Heather and Gina are abducted from their trailer home by a mysterious and very scary man.

Chapter Four: At Nettie’s place, four women and Halee Wilder greet the morning after an evening of lesbian abandon. Later that day, Mallory rejoins Julie, Nettie, Cindy and Hannah for a day of fishing. Halee returns home and spends the day upgrading her internet in preparation for promised to be a fun night of video chat sex with her girlfriend Bethany. Meanwhile, Grace and Heather are in the custody of the mysterious man, who seems to takes delight in terrorizing them.

Chapter Five: After their day of fishing, Nettie, Julie, Cindy, Mallory & Hannah engage in a five-woman sexfest inside a tent… and with the use of Cindy’s phone, their old friend and occasional bedmate Emma attends the orgy virtually. In the midst of their abandon, Nettie has a weird, vague memory flashback that leaves her shaken, but she conceals it from the others. Back home, Halee and her new love interest Bethany (Hannah’s daughter) are having long-distance sex via their laptops. 

Chapter Six: Nettie has a heart-to-heart with Hannah about her personal demons. Later, she gets a call from Agent Bridgett Ramscone, who has an unsettling request: for Nettie to go through the documentation of her own childhood kidnapping — and the murder of her sister — as a possible way to gain insight into the abduction of Heather and Gina (who are still being emotionally abused by their kidnapper, but are also taking steps to escape). Nettie is shaken, but agrees to do what she can. 

Chapter Seven: Many years after the fact, submerged memories of Nettie’s kidnapping began to make themselves known — memories of a possible accomplice to the original crime. She shares her thoughts with Bridgett. Meanwhile, Heather and Gina work on a potential escape from their makeshift prison.

Chapter Eight: Nettie unearths more hints that kidnap victims Heather and Gina were abducted by the same man who kidnapped and brutalized Nettie and her deceased sister over a decade ago — but that man was known to have died in prison.  Gina manages to escape captivity. But Heather can’t fit through the opening they dug, and must remain behind. Nettie gets a possible fix on the girls’ captor who, while out and about, gets a flat tire — then he discovers the spare is flat as well. 

Chapter Nine: The man who kidnapped Gina and Heather must get his flat spare tire fixed, not knowing the police have been alerted to him and are searching the area. Nettie, who is also hunting for the man, manages to find his abandoned car — then, some time later, makes an even more startling discovery: little Gina, alone and weeping by an abandoned road. In the meantime, the kidnapper manages to make his escape from the area by phoning a mysterious woman to pick him up.

Chapter Ten: Mallory meets with her mother, Sharon, for the first time in months, but fails to learn the cause of the recent distance between them. Nettie is still obsessed with Jacob Brentshaw, the man who kidnapped her and murdered her sister Annamarie so many years ago, sensing he is also behind the recent kidnapping as well… but can’t get past the fact that Brentshaw was killed in prison. Her actions saved the lives of Gina and Heather, but she remains determined to keep working the case on her own. For the first time, Nettie tells her lover Hannah about her own kidnapping and Annamarie’s death, events she has refused to discuss with anyone for years.

Chapter Eleven: Terry finds himself at loose ends, questioning his current life path, and decides to open up to than his dear friend and former sex partner Nettie. She and Hannah lend a sympathetic ear, then their conversation turns to kidnappings — the recent one, as well as Nettie’s own horrific abduction over a decade earlier, when her sister was murdered. She is fast coming round to the conclusion that both kidnappings involved an accomplice.

Chapter Twelve: A sleepover is in progress at Terry’s place while he is out. When the girls retire to their rooms, Halee phones her girlfriend Bethany and puts her on speaker to hear her younger sister Naomi and Chelsey going at it through their adjoining walls, and a good time is had by all. Upon returning home, Terry does some work on an idea for a new novel after months of inaction. Mallory is still unsure what to do with the family farm, and Nettie runs some ideas about the recent kidnapping case past Agent Ramscone.

Chapter Thirteen: Four members of the Pussy Posse — Mallory, Julie, Jamie, and Emma — are spending quality time together, along with Julie’s younger sister Vicky. News, gossip, memories, and innuendo are bandied about. Vicky hesitantly speaks of a recent sleepover where she overheard a couple of the girls saying hurtful things about her, an incident that still stings badly. The four women offer her comfort and understanding, which soon becomes something more.

Chapter Fourteen: Mallory, Julie, Jamie, Emma and Julie’s younger sister Vicky are having a barbecue and sleepover. Vicky loves hanging out with the Pussy Posse, but feels a little self-conscious, knowing that the women will very likely be having group sex later that evening. But Julie boldly her sister to join the sapphic festivities. Vicky is hesitant at first, especially at the prospect of coupling with her older sibling, but Julie manages to put her at ease. The four women and one teen adjourn for the master bedroom. Clothes are removed, bare bodies mingle, pleasure is shared.

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by Rachael Yukey

Don’t talk to strangers
‘Cause they’re only there to do you harm
Don’t write in starlight
‘Cause the words may come out real
Don’t hide in doorways
You may find the key that opens up your soul
Don’t go to heaven
‘Cause it’s really only hell
Don’t smell the flowers
They’re an evil drug to make you lose your mind
Don’t dream of women
‘Cause they’ll only bring you down
Dio, 1983

“There’s Halee!” Bethany yanked in vain on the interior door handle of Nettie’s car. Halee, who’d been waiting on the steps to Nettie’s front porch, rose to her feet and sauntered toward the car wearing a huge grin.

“Easy there, tiger,” said Nettie with a smile, putting the gearshift in park. The doors unlocked, and Bethany was out of the car like a shot. The two girls fell into each other’s arms, their mouths meeting in a drawn-out, hungry kiss.

“Get a room,” said Nettie, unfolding herself from behind the wheel and stretching, hands clasped high above her head.

“Oh, yes, let’s!” Bethany agreed, disengaging her mouth from Halee’s.

Halee made a face. “Can’t,” she muttered. “I just got my period yesterday.”

Bethany, who had only begun menstruating a few months previously, grimaced. “First one, right?”

“Yeah. It is so disgusting.”

“You get used to it,” said Nettie, making her way to the porch. .

“God, I hope so. I feel gross.”

“That sucks,” said Bethany. “But we still get to be together. What should we do first?”

Halee peered at her watch. “How long do we have?”

“Nettie’s taking me back when she goes to work this evening. But hey—I just got off the phone with Mom, and she said if you want to sleep over tonight, you totally can. Then you could show me around Johnstown tomorrow, like we talked about! Think your Dad will let you?”

Halee grinned. “I know of only one way to find out. Hey, Nettie?”

Nettie was standing inside her open doorway, divesting herself of her shoes. “Yeah?”

“We’ll be heading over to my house. Thanks for bringing Bethany.”

Nettie smiled. “No problem. Just so you know, whether it’s one or both of you riding back to Johnstown with me this evening, I need you here by six. Got it?”

“Got it,” Bethany replied. “Thanks, Antoinette.”

Nettie watched in amusement as the girls departed, chattering at a great rate. Once they rounded the corner and disappeared from view, she closed the door, crossed the living room to her recliner, and collapsed into it. Clumsily extracting her phone from the front pocket of her jeans, she checked her email. Still nothing from Bridgett. Nettie had to fight off an urge to fling the device across the room.

The hand that wasn’t gripping the phone balled into a fist so tight, it left fingernail marks in the flesh of her palm. Nettie didn’t notice.

***

“Dad?” Halee took the single step from the dining nook to the living room, Bethany trailing in her wake. She took in the scene at a glance; her sister Naomi on the couch sandwiched between their two dogs, Dawn and her friend Allison on the love seat, Maya sprawled out on a beanbag chair. A cartoon Halee didn’t recognize was showing on the TV. Her father was in his recliner, fingers assaulting the keys of a newly purchased laptop. He didn’t look up. “Hey, Dad.”

Naomi gave her an amused smile and a shake of the head. Terry’s eyes never wavered from his laptop screen, and the younger girls remained intent on their program.

Halee stopped directly in front of her father’s chair. “Old guy!” 

Terry’s head jerked up. He gave it a quick shake. “Morning, Halee,” he grunted. “I didn’t hear you come in.”

“Yeah, I kinda noticed. What’re you so wrapped up in?”

“Oh, just a random bit of writing,” he replied, massaging his fingers.

“Mmm, okay.” Halee wondered if it was the same ‘random bit of writing’ he’d been so centered  on for the last several days. She gestured towards the dining nook, where Bethany still hovered. “I told you Bethany was coming by today, remember?”

Terry craned his head around. “Oh, yes. Hello, Bethany. Welcome to our humble commode.”

Naomi, who had just paused the cartoon, twisted to peer over her shoulder. “Oh, hey, Bethany!” She waved a hand at the love seat. “That’s Allison.”

Bethany smiled. “Nice to meet you, Allison. Um, it’s good to see the rest of you again.”

Dawn and Allison said ‘Hi!’ almost in unison, and Maya tossed out a small wave, then glanced impatiently back at the frozen image on the TV screen.

“Dad, Nettie’s taking Bethany back to Johnstown tonight when she goes to work. I’ve been invited to spend tonight and tomorrow at her place. Can I go?”

Terry shrugged. “I have but one concern. I’ve warned you repeatedly to avoid drug pushers, and I seem to recall that Bethany’s mother works in anesthesia. Isn’t her entire job the administration of narcotics…?”

Halee rolled her eyes and made a slapping motion in the direction of her father’s head, but Bethany responded with a snort of laughter. “I can’t wait to let Mom know she’s a drug dealer!”

Don’t encourage him,” said Halee, then turned back to her father, arms folded. “So that’s a yes, then?”

“It is, in fact, a yes. And if the good Dr. Fletcher does offer you opioids, I expect you to bring some home for your poor jonesing father.” Halee and Naomi shared a look of long-suffering. Bethany giggled, taking the single step up from the dining nook to the living room.

“Hey, Naomi,” said Halee, “Would it be okay if Bethany used your bike? I thought I’d show her the trails.”

“Yeah, no problem,” said Naomi.

“Thanks,” said Halee, approaching the couch. She reached down to rub her Boston Terrier’s upturned belly.

“Yeah, thanks, Naomi—” Bethany began, then interrupted herself when she noticed the dogs. “Ooh, is this Tinkerbell and Laney? They’re so cute!

Halee looked on in amusement as her girlfriend bent down to pet the big golden retriever. When she diverted her attention to the terrier, Tinkerbell raised her large shaggy head, whining in protest.

“Don’t be a big baby, Tink,” Naomi admonished, scratching the animal behind the ears.

“Daddy, can’t we turn it back on?” Maya complained, waving her hand at the frozen image on the TV screen.

“What happens when we whine about television in this house, or place it ahead of interactions with people?” Terry inquired.

Maya looked sullenly at her hands. “We don’t get to watch it.”

“Precisely. Therefore, I recommend that you reverse course immediately, lest you find yourself in your room while everyone else watches the rest of the show.”

“It’s okay,” said Halee. “We’re heading out. Thanks for letting us use your bike, Naomi.”

***

“I can’t believe how small this town is,” said Bethany. She and Halee had ridden the city’s circumference, a journey taking them a little over thirty minutes. Five of those minutes had been spent sitting in one place, watching the pastured cattle on the southeast end of town. “And how once you get to the edge of it there’s just—you know, nothing.” She giggled. “I can’t believe I got that close to actual cows.”

Halee, riding alongside of her, laughed. “I know a girl at school who lives on a dairy farm. I could probably get you close enough to pet them if you wanted.”

“Whoa, really?”

Halee turned left at the grain elevator, a construction project coming into view as they rounded the peripheral storage tanks. Squeezing the brakes, she came to a stop on the gravel next to one of the enormous aluminum bins. “Check this out.”

Bethany came to a halt beside her, gazing at the incomplete structure across the street. “Um, what exactly are we looking at?”

“The new convenience store. It’s been a couple years since the old one closed down, and that was a total pit.”

“It blows my mind that there’s a town in America that doesn’t have a C-store,” Bethany murmured.

“Yet here you are.” Both girls laughed. “There’s a gas station a couple streets from here,” Halee went on, “but it’s just a gas and an auto shop, not a convenience store. They closed down everything but the pumps a couple weeks ago, and there’s not even anybody there. You just pay at the pump with your card. As soon as this new place opens this fall, they’re gonna close the pumps at the old one and tear down the building.”

Bethany was shaking her head. “Crazy.”

Halee gestured toward the north edge of town. “Ready to hit the trails?”

“Let’s do it!”

Halee led the way out of town, nosing into the smooth, well-maintained trail that looped through the woods, then back around to come out near Nettie’s old apartment building.

“This is nice,” said Bethany after they’d been riding for several minutes.

“It’s long, too,” said Halee. “We’re just gonna take a route that loops, but we could also ride all the way to Johnstown going in one direction, or Perry in the other. Then it goes on to other places from those towns. People ride through here on big bike tours.”

They rounded a bend, and through the pines they could see a fork in the trail, one side taking a slight curve to the left, then disappearing down a hill, the other side angling sharply to the right. Bethany caught a flash of motion coming up the hill on the left-hand fork. The figure ascended rapidly into full view, a well-muscled man of perhaps thirty-five in gym shorts approaching at a brisk jog.

Halee suddenly wrenched her bike into the grass at the edge of the trail, braking so hard that she very nearly went over the handlebars. Bethany narrowly missed grazing her as she shot by, hitting her own brakes. The jogger, seemingly oblivious, tossed the girls a casual wave as he trotted past.

Shaken, Bethany awkwardly turned the bike around on the narrow trail, then coasted over to where Halee sat astride her bike, trembling violently, knuckles white on her handgrips.

“Halee? You—you look like you just saw a ghost.” Stopping next to Halee, Bethany reached out tentatively, putting her hand on Halee’s. The quivering flesh was clammy and cold.

“I—” Halee pried her other hand from the handlebar, waving vaguely at the direction from whence the jogger had appeared. “That’s—” She seemed unable to go on.

Bethany was usually good at offering comfort to friends when it was needed, but this visceral reaction was beyond her experience or comprehension. “Halee, you’re kinda freaking me out.”

This brought a shaky laugh. “You’re freaked out? I—” Halee visibly got a grip on herself, taking a steadying breath. “If you go that way,” she said, pointing down the hill, “and ride just a couple miles, you cross Shadow Lake Road. That’s where my shitty ho-bag mom was hiding out. This is the trail I took when—”

“When you got shot.” Bethany felt herself starting to tremble, too.

“Yeah. I saw a, a muscly-looking guy coming at us from there and I—I don’t know—”

Bethany pried Halee’s hand from the handlebars and held it between both of hers. “You’re so brave. I don’t think I’d be able to come out here at all.”

Halee shivered. “I’ve ridden through here a couple times before. I didn’t like it, but it wasn’t this bad. I guess it’s because—”

“Cause someone was there.”

Halee’s fear was contagious, and Bethany realized that she was becoming thoroughly unnerved. “Think we should get out of here?”

“In a second. I’ve got to learn to deal with it.”

A few minutes later the two girls pedaled away, taking the right-hand fork back toward town. Emerging once more on the streets of Bronning, they rode back out to where the beef cattle were summer grazing near the road. They parked the bikes and approached the fence, the animals seemingly unfazed by their presence. Talk turned to the things Bethany wanted to do and see before the summer was over, and all the places Halee wanted to show her.

But Bethany couldn’t stop thinking about the raw terror in her girlfriend’s eyes, the clamminess of her skin, the way Halee’s body quivered helplessly. She didn’t understand what she’d just witnessed, or what, if anything, she could do about it.

***

“Can we watch one more, Daddy?” Maya gazed hopefully over her shoulder from the beanbag chair in the center of the living room. The credits were rolling on the cartoon the girls had just watched.

Terry looked up from his laptop, which he had purchased in order to work on Junkyard Jet Skis without sequestering himself in his office for hours at a time.

“Hmmm—what say the rest of you?” he inquired of the room at large. Dawn and Allison both nodded vigorously, thrilled at the prospect. Terry rarely allowed more than an episode in a single sitting, especially on a nice day—and they’d already had two.

Naomi simply shrugged, although her eyebrows lifted. “I could go either way.”

“Fortune smiles upon you all,” said Terry, “though it comes with a price. I want everyone out of their pajamas, dressed for the day, and with teeth brushed. You may then reconvene here and watch one, I repeat, one more episode whilst I finish proofreading these last two chapters. Once I’ve completed that task, I was thinking we’d go to the state park for the day.”

The three youngest girls lit out of the living room, thundering down the hall as if their feet were on fire and their behinds catching. Naomi pushed herself from the couch and made her way to the stairs at a more sedate pace.

***

The white-on-black beef steer approached the fence cautiously, stopping only inches from the stalk of alfalfa Bethany was holding between the gaps in the barbed wire. They’d found a stand of the stuff growing in the neighboring ditch, and had been trying to use it to lure an animal within petting distance for almost five minutes.

When the phone in Halee’s pocket chose that moment to ring, the large animal started, turned around, and trotted off in the opposite direction.

“Aw, man!” Bethany complained.

Dropping her alfalfa stalk in exasperation, Halee dug the phone out of her pocket. “It’s Dad,” she muttered, swiping the accept button and putting the phone on speaker. “You just scared our cow away,” she groused.

There was a moment’s pause. “I’ll refrain from asking what you mean by that,” said Terry. “That aside, I’m calling to inform you that we’re going to Sequoia for the day. If you and Bethany would rather stay in town that’s quite all right; otherwise, she’s welcome to come along.”

Bethany’s face lit up. “Isn’t that the state park over by Johnstown?”

“Indeed it is,” said Terry.

“That’d be so cool!”

“Hold on,” Halee put in. “First off, will we be back in time to catch our ride with Nettie?”

“Daughter dearest, the Sequoia public access is only five or six miles from Johnstown. I can simply deposit the two of you at Hannah’s apartment when we’re finished for the day.”

“Didn’t think of that,” Halee admitted. “Will we all fit?”

“That’s the reason I bought the Pilot last month: my increased passenger loads of late, and the pop-up seats in the back,” Terry pointed out. “Fear not; there is room for all.”

Halee glanced at her girlfriend with amusement. Bethany was bouncing on the balls of her feet with excitement. “It appears we’re in,” she said. “We’ll head back right now.”

“Sounds good. I’ll inform both Nettie and Hannah of the change in plans.”

***

Two teenage girls lounged in their respective rented kayaks, oars shipped. They were about two-thirds of the way across the lake from the public beach, the light breeze carrying them gradually back in the general direction of their point of origin.

“Can I ask you something?” Bethany ventured.

Halee shrugged. “Anything you want.”

“It’s personal.”

Halee reached out, barely snagging the side of Bethany’s kayak. She pulled it alongside hers, hulls meeting with a dull thunk, then reached inside to take her girlfriend’s hand. A twinge of excitement still ran through her every time the word girlfriend popped into her head.

“Being girlfriends means we should be able to pose personal questions, don’t you think?”

Bethany nodded. “Yeah, but some stuff is hard to talk about. And I kind of want to talk about what happened on the bike trail this morning.”

Halee tilted her head back, shielding her eyes against the glare. “Yeah—I kind of wondered when that was going to come up. I freaked you the fuck out, didn’t I?”

Bethany squeezed her hand. “A little. I’ve never seen anything like that before.”

“Yeah, I got that. What do you want to know?”

“We—well, we’ve never really talked about what happened when your mom came back. Is it something you feel you can tell me about?”

Halee shook her head. “I’m not ready for that yet. I know I need to get there. I mean, I have no desire to be like Nettie and—oops.” She clapped her free hand over her mouth.

Bethany waved that away. “Please. I know Antoinette’s got some kind of problem she won’t talk about. The first night she stayed at our house, she had a really awful dream. Woke both me and Mom up. We didn’t think too much of it, but then there was other stuff.”

Halee relaxed. “Yeah. I don’t know what it is. I’m not even sure if Dad knows the whole story. But it really fucks her up sometimes, I can tell you. I can’t let that happen to me.”

“It must be really scary to think about,” said Bethany. “Having a—oh, shit. Forget it. I’m sorry.”

“Having a what?”

Bethany grimaced. “I don’t wanna make things worse—”

“No, say it.”

“I was just thinking how I’d feel with a gun literally pointed at me.” Bethany’s voice was subdued. “I don’t think I’d ever sleep again, even if the gun never got fired. And actually getting shot—”

Halee was trembling now. “It’s all I can think about, sometimes,” she said, her voice catching. “A pistol—its such a—a small thing, Bethany, but it’s the biggest fucking thing in the world when it— when—”

“Oh, Halee, I’m so sorry,” Bethany was almost in tears. “I should have just kept my mouth shut. I won’t mention it again, not ever.”

“It’s okay.” Halee was still shaking a bit, but her voice was firm. “I need to talk about it, I think. And you know what? God—you’re going to laugh at this.”

“What?”

“I’m even more afraid of being so fucked up nobody will want me. When I freaked out on the bike trail this morning, all I could think of as we were riding out of there was that I wouldn’t blame you if you ran like hell.”

Bethany’s brow furrowed. “Well, I’m not going to laugh, because it isn’t funny. You’re going through a huge, scary thing. You almost died, Halee. I want to help you, not get away from you. I’m a little mad that you thought I would.”

Halee realized she’d been holding her breath. It all came out in a rush. “You’re the best of all possible Bethanys.”

Bethany grinned. “I am. I really am.”

“And now you sound like my dad.” Both girls burst out laughing.

“You’re so brave,” said Bethany. “I don’t think I’d ever come out of my room again if something like that happened to me.”

“I don’t feel very brave. I’m jumpy and on edge all the time.”

“But, see, you don’t let it stop you. Not being scared—that’s dumb. Being scared and doing what you want to anyway—that’s brave. You don’t know how big a turn-on it is, knowing how brave you are.”

Halee tipped her a sultry smile. “I love that I turn you on.”

Bethany sighed. “Getting your period when you did is way crappy timing. I just wanna rip your clothes off and tear you apart.”

Letting go of Bethany’s hand, Halee allowed her own fingers to creep down her girlfriend’s midriff. “I feel too repulsive to let myself be touched right now,” she murmured, “but I can do something for you. We’re still a long way from shore…”

***

That evening, Halee and Bethany were seated on the brand new sofa in the apartment Bethany would be sharing with her mother. Some heavy rock was playing at a low volume. The two young lovers were engaged in a deep, passionate kiss when Hannah exited the bathroom, hair wrapped in a towel, the rest of her unselfconsciously nude.

“That looks like fun,” she remarked.

Bethany disengaged, her face flushed. “It’s no fair. I’m so fucking hot for her, and we can’t do much because of her stupid period.”

Halee grinned. “I can take care of you, like I did today on the kayak.”

Hannah’s eyebrows shot up. “Sounds like I missed a fun time.”

“Just a little,” Halee agreed.

Bethany grinned. “It was fun, but I so wanted to touch her back! It’s way more awesome when she comes, too.”

“You know, your period doesn’t have to be a showstopper, Halee,” Hannah pointed out.

“Yeah, I get that, but right now I just feel disgusting down there.”

A contemplative look came into Hannah’s eyes. “So maybe you need a hot shower.” She glanced at Bethany. “Both of you…”

Five minutes later the two girls stood naked in the shower cubicle together, lips and tongues caught up in a sensual dance. Bethany disengaged, dipping her head to wrap her lips around one of Halee’s nipples, then the other. Halee let out a long, low moan as Bethany switched to licking and kissing her budding breasts while she fondled Bethany’s ass.

Taking the detachable showerhead in hand, Bethany slipped behind Halee. She nuzzled the back of Halee’s neck, reaching around to caress her nipples. With her other hand, Bethany directed the spray at Halee’s cunt.

“Oh, yeah,” Halee grunted, thrusting her pelvis forward. She reached down to rub her clit, but her hand froze in mid-motion as Bethany angled the showerhead a little higher. A loud cry escaped her throat, and her arm went slack. No need to make herself come after all, she reasoned—Bethany had the situation well in hand.

The rushing water swept over her clitoris again. “Oh fuck, yeah!” she wailed. “Ohhh! Oh, Bethany, that feels so fucking amazing—”

Bethany’s soft kisses were now playful love bites, traveling over Halee’s neck, shoulders and upper back. Halee was moaning with every breath, powerful jolts of pleasure slamming through her body. “Oh, God. Oh, Bethany…

Halee made short, fast “uh, uh, uh” noises as she came, doubling over, tearing herself out of Bethany’s embrace as the ecstasy became too explosive to bear, supporting herself with both hands against the beige-tiled wall of the shower.

Halee spun around to take hold of her girlfriend by the shoulders, shoving her into the corner, then went to her knees, looking up into Bethany’s eyes. Bethany, her breath ragged, let the showerhead fall from her trembling hands. It swung to and fro, still spraying water at the wall.

“I need to eat your pussy now, Bethany,” said Halee. “Can I?”

“Oh, God, yes…”

Halee wasted no time, slipping her tongue between Bethany’s folds. She brought her right hand up to ease a finger into her girlfriend’s slippery cunt.

Halee’s tongue flicked back and forth, her finger sliding in and out in a steady rhythm. Bethany seemed able to take more, so Halee added a second finger. “Yes,” Bethany breathed. Within minutes the girl was panting like a sprinter, grinding her mound into Halee’s face.

Then she was screaming, her vaginal muscles gripping those thrusting fingers, and Halee felt a warm gush of fluid as Bethany came all over her.

“Oh Jesus, Halee—no more!” Bethany wailed, pushing her partner’s head away.

Halee buried her face in the softness of the redhead’s belly, licking droplets of warm water from her skin. She reached around with both hands to lovingly fondle Bethany’s ass, pressing the girl back against the opposite wall of the shower.

“Your mom was right,” Halee said, gazing up at her breathless girlfriend. “I just needed a hot shower.” She licked her lips, smiling hugely. “One thing’s for sure—I’ve never had my face washed like that before.”

Bethany began to chuckle—then both girls were shaking with laughter.

***

Nettie perched on a stool at the kitchen island wearing nothing but blue cotton panties, regarding a pair of side-by-side images with a critical eye.

It had taken over a week for Bridgett to get hold of the artist’s sketch of the Dulcey girls’ kidnapper, and the digital scan had dropped to her email last night while she was asleep. It was five-thirty this Friday morning, and in a short while she had to depart for her three-day weekend tour at work. Primary dayshift, backup nightshift, with the good news being that while on backup, she didn’t have to stay at the station. For the next three nights, she’d be crashing at Hannah’s apartment.

The sketch tiled to the right side of her screen was a composite taken from the descriptions the Dulcey girls had given, and to the left was Jacob Brentshaw’s arrest mugshot. They weren’t quite a match.

The sketch sported more age lines and less hair; both to be expected after so many years. But the forehead was also too wide in relation to the chin, the cheekbones too high. On the other hand the spacing of the eyes looked right, as did the beak of a nose. Although not an exact match, the similarities to the mugshot were sufficient to make Nettie’s skin crawl.

Closing her laptop, she slurped the last of her now-cold coffee, then heaved herself to her feet with a heavy sigh. The window of opportunity for a decent breakfast had passed; the McDonald’s drive-through in Johnstown would have to suffice. Making her way to the bedroom, she struggled into a uniform, tugged her pre-packed weekend bag from the closet, and shambled her way out the door.

It was during the forty-minute commute to Johnstown, Mercyful Fate rattling the dash, that a plan began to form in her mind. Bridgett wasn’t going to like it, but Nettie had a few days off coming during the first part of the following week—and she knew how that time was going to be spent.

***

Mallory was sitting bolt upright on the edge of a kitchen chair in the old farmhouse she still thought of as Dad’s Place, or sometimes as Home One, a name she’d given it to distinguish it from the series of apartments her mother had taken in the years following the divorce, each of which had been dubbed Home Two. Her eyes were fastened on a stick of white plastic in her hand.

She almost jumped out of her skin at the sound of the front door opening. “Where you at, sweetheart?” Julie’s voice called out.

“Kitchen,” Mallory heard herself reply, as if someone else was speaking. Looking around in a near-panic, she shoved the white plastic object in her hand under the edge of a napkin that had been left on the table.

“Hey,” said Julie, stepping into the kitchen with a watermelon tucked under one arm, a grocery bag in the other. “Just picked up a couple of extras while I was in town. How’d your practice go?”

“All right.” Once more, Mallory felt herself responding automatically, with no apparent conscious link between her mouth and her brain. “Most of it’s stuff I just recorded a couple of months back, so it won’t take much to be ready to go onstage with it in September. Did you have a good time?”

“Yeah, it was cool.” Julie set the bag down on the counter, opened the fridge and tucked the watermelon in on the bottom shelf. She began removing objects from the bag, deftly sorting fridge items from cupboard. “Got my ass handed to me, but I haven’t played cribbage in, um, how long? Can’t even remember.” She knelt to stuff some peppers and celery into the crisper, rose again, then closed the refrigerator, turning toward Mallory with a grin that faded instantly. “Mal—are you okay?”

Mallory ran a hand over her eyes, fighting down an irrational urge to tell Julie that everything was just fine, she was only tired, she…

“I’m late.”

Julie put down the can of soup she was holding, her face going still. “You’re never late.”

“Which is why I bought these.” Mallory extracted the pregnancy test she’d tucked beneath the napkin.

Taking one long step forward, Julie plucked the stick from Mallory’s hand, staring down at the bold pink stripe. Moving very slowly, she pulled out a chair that was tucked under the edge of the table, settling herself into it. “Holy shit.”

“I bought a three-pack,” said Mallory. “This is the third one, and they all come out the same.”

Julie nodded slowly. “Terry Wilder?”

“Unless you’ve been artificially inseminating me in my sleep, he’s the only possibility.”

“We should go to the clinic and make sure.”

“Yeah,” said Mallory, fingers drumming on her jeans-clad thigh. “Obviously, we have to do that. But I know what they’re gonna tell me. Honestly, Julie, I think I’ve known something was off since maybe three or four days after.”

Julie reached out and took her partner’s hand. “Any idea yet what you want to do?”

Letting out a laugh that was almost a sob, Mallory shook her head. “Are you kidding? I’m still half-convinced this is a fever dream. I couldn’t even tell you what the options are, much less which ones appeal to me.”

Still holding Mallory’s hand, Julie leaned back in the chair. “There really aren’t that many, babe. You get an abortion, or you give birth. If it’s the latter, you either keep it or give it up. I’m behind you no matter what you decide.”

Mallory stared at Julie, hard. “I’ve been sitting here with that damn test strip in my hand for almost an hour. You got clued in like three minutes ago, and you’re already way ahead of me.”

Julie shrugged. “You’ve been sleeping with guys on and off for over a decade. This was always a possibility. It’s something I’ve given some thought to.”

“You’re not even going to ask if I was careful?”

“What for? I know you’re careful. Shit happens.”

Mallory chuckled. “It’s crazy that you’ve thought this out more than I have, when I’ve been the one out there actually taking the chance.”

“Not so much,” said Julie. “It’s easier when you’re not the one who has to make the hard choices.”

“So if I want to keep it—” Mallory trailed off, letting the question hang in the air.

“If you want to keep it, we raise it together, just like we do everything else. That’s a decision I made a long time ago, when you first started hooking up with men. I think part of me is kind of hoping you decide to keep it. Is that what you want?”

Mallory looked at the floor. “I honestly don’t know yet. I don’t think I want to abort, but you know, Julie—as busy as the past few years have been, I’ve hardly given motherhood a single thought. Is it something I actually want to do? I have no fucking idea.”

“I know what you need to do either way, and soon.”

Mallory made a face. “So do I: talk to Terry. And I really ought to do it in person.”

Julie looked momentarily at the ceiling, then back to Mallory. “We don’t have any plans for the next few days. Trip to Bronning?”

“Might as well. And Julie—” Mallory was crying now, slow tears tracking her face. “I love you s-so much.”

Leaning forward, Julie kissed her forehead. “I love you, too. No matter what, things are going to be okay.” She stood. “I’ll call Nettie and let her know we’re coming.”

On to: Chapter Sixteen!

A Series of Erotic Interviews with Highly-Sexed Women, Chapter 6

  • Posted on April 4, 2026 at 3:04 pm

By Suzy Freeman

I am breaking the format for this portion of my study. Instead of an interview, I’m incorporating the following as an example of how an early onset of sexual desire can affect those who experience it.

Three days later, after meeting and coupling with Erica, I was at home waiting for her to turn up with her sister Carmen. As it happened, they were bringing Carmen’s six-year-old daughter, Chantelle, who was quite sexually experienced in her own right. I was beside myself with excitement at the prospect of making love with another little girl.

I’d always seen female children as beautiful, even when I was that young myself, but this study had laid my pedophilic tendencies bare, revealing a deep-banked lust that threatened to consume me whole.

My first glimpse of Chantelle did nothing to cool my ardor. On her previous visit, Erica had praised the child’s loveliness, and this enchanting auburn-haired pixie lived up to her aunt’s words and then some. I was smitten at first glance.

As it turned out, little Chantelle had her own story to tell. Once the four of us had settled down with glasses of wine and a can of soda for Chantelle, she gave me a huge grin.

“I’m a cheerleader!” she said, her enthusiasm downright contagious.

“At your age? Very impressive,” I replied. “Are you into competitive cheerleading?”

“Uh-huh! It’s really fun.” The glint in Chantelle’s eyes told me there was more to this fun than she was telling.

“What’s the most fun part about it?” I asked, probing for details.

The child hesitated, glancing at her mother.

“You can tell Suzanne anything, pumpkin,” Carmen said. “She’s like us.”

Chantelle giggled, hugging herself. “Well, I like how Annie puts her finger in my kitty when they lift me!”

That was a thrilling surprise, to say the least. I wanted to know more. “Is Annie one of the cheerleaders?”

“Yeah. She’s eleven, but she ‘specially likes littler girls, like me. She says I’m her favorite!”

“So Annie touches you that way on purpose?”

“Yeah. The coach says we’re not s’posed to do naughty touching when there’s, y’know, people watching, but Annie does anyway. We can put our hands on each other’s butts when we’re cheerleading, but that’s all.” She giggled. “It’s okay for us to naughty touch after, though – like, um, in the changing room, or the shower.”

“Did it surprise you, the first time Annie put her finger into your kitty?”

“It totally did. But I liked it, a whole lot! I told her she could touch me that way any time.”

I could feel that familiar throb building between my thighs. “How did that make her feel?”

Chantelle was shifting about in the chair, clearly getting aroused. “She loved it! After that, me and her were girlfriends, sort of.” Leaning forward, she lowered her voice, as if sharing a secret. “One time after practice, I got Annie to come to the bathroom with me, so we could do sexy stuff!”

“That sounds amazing. Will you tell me about it?”

“Oh, sure. I had her come in the stall with me, then I pulled down my underpants and held up my skirt so she could see everything. Then I told her she could touch me, and she started rubbing my kitty. After a little bit, Annie licked her fingers and told me she liked how I tasted, and could she put her mouth on me. I told her sure, then she came close and started licking.”

“Had she ever done something like that before?”

Lots of times, ‘cause she’s a lesbian. Her cousin Felicity taught her how. She’s seventeen and in high school. I like Felicity a lot. She’s one of our cheer coaches!”

I glanced at Carmen, who was smiling. “It’s true,” she said. “We’ve had them both over for fun and games.”

I turned back to Chantelle. “Did you lick Annie in the bathroom?”

“Yeah! She’s yummy. That was the first time, but we’ve done it a bunch more since then.”

By then, my lust was at fever pitch. If it hadn’t happened already, I was on the verge of soaking through the back of my dress. Glancing around at my guests, I said. “So, um… are we ready to have fun?”

“Well, I certainly am,” Carmen murmured. Getting to her feet, she began to unfasten the buttons of her blouse. “Suzanne, you’re even sexier than Erica said you were. I can’t wait to see you out of that dress.”

“Thanks,” I said. “You’re pretty fucking hot yourself.”

Erica gestured toward her niece. “She’s ahead of us.”

Sure enough, Chantelle had taken off nearly all her clothes. As I watched, she slipped out of her panties, let them drop to the carpet, then spread her arms wide, declaring. “Here I am!”

My eyes were drawn to the cute puffiness of her pussy. I only got a brief glimpse, because Chantelle immediately began to masturbate, trailing a finger through her slit, then dipping inside those tender folds.

The adults began to disrobe. Neither Erica nor Carmen had bothered with panties or a bra, so they were nude before I was.

Leaving our clothes behind, we adjourned to my bedroom, where I presented Erica with the nude posters of Emma Watson and Hilary Duff she’d asked me for. I’d created them using an AI program that removed clothing from an image.

“Oh, my goodness!” Carmen exclaimed, looking around at the similar posters on my walls. “Where did you get these?”

“Made them myself,” I said. “It’s done with an AI program I have.”

Carmen smiled mischievously. “I need a copy of that program.”

I thought Chantelle would be fascinated by my posters; instead, she stepped in and planted her mouth on my cunt. Her tongue emerged to separate my labial folds, then she began to lick me.

“We decided to pair you up with Chantelle first,” said Erica. “I could tell by the way you’ve been looking at her that you’ve got one hell of a crush on my little girl. Me and Carmen, we’ll watch you two fuck until we feel like making it a foursome.”

Somehow I managed to stagger over to the bed, where I stretched out, thighs spread invitingly for my six-year-old lover. Going down on all fours, Chantelle got back to licking me, her tongue dancing over my vulva like a caressing flame. No doubt about it, this little girl was well versed in the art of cunnilingus, and why not? She’d had her mother and aunts as lovers since she was four, and they soon taught little Chantelle to love them in return. To her, lesbian sex was as natural as breathing.

As Chantelle ate me, she slipped a hand between her thighs and began to fondle herself, a sight that stirred my arousal even higher. I was already imagining what it would be like to taste that sweet puffy slit, to the point of licking my lips in anticipation.

Erica and Carmen stretched out on the other side of the bed, nestled into one another and lay entwined,  watching Chantelle have her wicked way with me. Erica had an arm draped over her sister’s hip and a hand moving between Carmen’s thighs. I wondered how many times they had fucked since first exploring incest as little girls. It pleased me to muse on this incestuous bond between siblings, one they’d kept simmering between them into adulthood. Not for the first time, I felt a pang of regret that I’d never had a sister of my own.

Passing the time discussing sex with Chantelle and her relations had been enough to work me up before we’d even undressed, so I was in a complete state by this point, ready to go off like a rocket. I could feel the approach of my longed-for release – slowly at first, then with increasing speed, like a train running out of control and off the rails. Soon, my young lover’s tongue had me tumbling over the precipice and into the sweet oblivion of orgasm.

I didn’t bother holding back with my cries of pleasure. Wave after wave of pure sensation swept over me, and soon, I was a quivering mass of flesh, small shockwaves of pleasure buzzing throughout my body as I lay there recovering from the miracle of being loved by a child who was probably still in kindergarten.

Looking up, I saw both Erica and Carmen giving me knowing smiles. “Quite the prodigy, isn’t she?” Erica murmured.

“Incredible,” I mumbled, sitting up to take a swallow of water from the bottle on my nightstand. “I’ve been with seasoned dykes who couldn’t eat pussy like that. You should be proud of her.”

“Oh, we are, we are,” Carmen said. “Now… what are you going to do for her?” She jerked a thumb in her daughter’s direction.

I glanced down to a wondrous sight: little Chantelle stretched out, legs spread wide and both hands behind her head. Her slit was slightly open, the pink interior making me think of strawberry candy. “My turn!” she chirped, giving her hips a little wiggle.

“She’s absolutely luscious,” Carmen assured me. “I’ve never tasted a sweeter pussy.”

My mouth was watering in anticipation as I positioned myself between the child’s thighs, pausing just long enough to breathe in her scent, a perfume that had my head spinning. Extending my tongue, I trailed the tip through Chantelle’s opening, the sharp tang of her cunt. Her mother was right – she was delicious.

I began to bathe the rosy cleft with deeper, thirstier licks – and then my doorbell rang. I instantly knew who it was and what she wanted.

“That would be Hannah,” I said, raising my head.

Apparently Erica, who had met and shared a passionate kiss with Hannah on her last visit, had given her sister the details about my pedo-curious neighbor, because Carmen’s eyes lit right up. She said, “I’ll let her in. Keep doing what you’re doing, Suzanne.” She rose from the bed and exited the room, still completely naked.

As I continued to go down on Chantelle, I heard the voices of Carmen and Hannah, accompanied by the blissful purrs of my underage lover.

“Oh, my,” I heard my neighbor say. “Aren’t you a lovely sight! I’m Hannah; I live next door.”

“I know. I’ve heard some very interesting things about you, Hannah. I’m Carmen, Erica’s younger sister. We’re enjoying ourselves in the bedroom. Care to join us?”

“Oh, of course! I heard Suzy having what sounded like a very powerful orgasm, and decided to crash the party.”

“Erica told us you’d probably be dropping by,” Carmen said. “Come with me… the fun and games are just getting started.” There were laughs as they approached the bedroom.

I could only imagine the sight that greeted my neighbor as she peered through the door. I was bent over six-year-old Chantelle with my mouth fastened to her sweet pussy, Erica masturbating as she watched, all of us naked. Stealing a quick glance, I was pleased to see Hannah removing her own clothes. Like Erica and Carmen, she wore nothing beneath her outer garments, which were soon discarded.

Closing my eyes, I gave my full attention to the little girl spread out before me, going down on her with every trick I had in my oral repertoire. Going by Chantelle’s response, it was working, too. her thighs were quivering, mewls of delight escaping her lips. Her fingers were snarled in my hair, and I could feel her grip tighten as I brought her closer to ecstasy.

Oh, my Lord,” Hannah breathed. She knelt on the bed, drawing close for a good view of what my mouth was doing to this little girl. A gasp escaped her lips, and I wondered if she was playing with herself, or one of the other women was sampling Hannah’s treats. I felt some movement, but wasn’t sure what it was, so I raised my eyes just long enough to see Carmen licking my neighbor from behind, long licks that trailed from Hannah’s cunt to her anus. Erica was standing, driving her fingers in and out of Carmen’s pussy, fucking her sister so hard that she squished with each stroke.

I continued to feast on Chantelle’s puffy slit. She wasn’t exactly juicy, but it’s not as easy for little girls to lubricate compared to grown women. I kept at it, though, and eventually coaxed her nectar forth. She loved it, squirming beneath me as I lavished her with kisses, licks, and nibbles, approaching what I naturally assumed was her first orgasm of the day.

Soon, her movements were becoming more and more insistent, until she was thrusting her vulva against my mouth. Moments later, a massive orgasm seized Chantelle, and her squeals of delight filled the room. I continued to lick the child as she peaked, then gently nuzzled her slit while she floated back to earth.

Panting for breath, Chantelle nestled into my arms. We shared a few luscious, passionate kisses, then her attention was captured by her mother, her aunt, and my neighbor, all making love in a heated tangle. My sleepy-eyed lover pointed at Hannah, who was going down on Carmen, and asked, “Who’s that with Mommy?”

I gazed at her, marveling that this child of six was so comfortable with her sexuality that she was perfectly happy to have a woman she’d never met watch her receiving oral from a grownup. It occurred to me that Chantelle was living proof of how advantageous it was for a little girl to embrace her sexual nature from an early age.

Placing a kiss on her nose, I murmured, “That’s my neighbor Hannah. She likes little girls, the same way I do. She’s never… been with one before, though.”

Chantelle went from relaxed to alert in an instant. “Cool! She can do stuff to me if she wants. D’you think she would like to lick my kitty?”

“Maybe, but only if you want her to.”

Chantelle smiled. “Oh, I do! Doing sex with pretty ladies is even better than ice cream! And I LOVE ice cream.”

“Are you saying you’d let any lady lick you if she wanted to?”

She thought for a moment. “Well, no. Only if Mommy says it’s okay.” She paused, watching the others fuck. “Do you think Mommy will let Miss Hannah lick me? It sure looks like she would.”

I had to smile at that. “Yes, sweetie. I’m sure she’d be okay with it.”

“Good,” Chantelle said, then gave an enormous yawn. “Well, if she likes, Miss Hannah can wake me up the way Mommy does ev’ry morning.” Her eyes drifted shut. “She – she always…” Right in the midst of speaking, the child nodded off in my arms, leaving me curious about what she’d meant by that last remark.

As the six-year-old dozed, I watched as the three women arranged themselves in a daisy chain. Hannah was licking Erica, who was licking her sister Carmen, who was licking Hannah. I found myself wondering who would be the first to come. Their mingled sounds of delight made it impossible to tell.

It turned out that Hannah was first, squealing loudly as her climax hit. Carmen did her best to gulp down my neighbor’s juices as they flowed from her vagina, but a few drops went astray. I can’t say I was surprised. Having gone down on Hannah more than a few times since we became friends, I can attest that she had the wettest pussy I’ve ever encountered in a sex partner.

Less than a minute later, Carmen had her own orgasm, immediately followed by Erica. Afterward, the three women lay sprawled about in a loose circle, working to catch their breath.

Hannah glanced my way, grinning when she saw me cradling the naked child, my hand resting on her flawless bottom. “Oh, what a darling!” she cried. “Suzanne, you gave her such a lovely orgasm that she fell asleep!”

“I suppose I did do that, but now it’s your turn. Chantelle wants to awaken with your mouth on her pussy,” I said. Turning to Carmen, I asked, “Your daughter also said, ‘Like Mommy does.’ What did she mean by that?”

She blushed slightly. “It’s this… regular thing I do with Chantelle. You see, whenever I wake my little girl in the morning, I like to make her come with my mouth. You know, before she gets out of bed. After all, what better way is there to start your day?”

Needless to say, I was enormously impressed by Carmen’s devotion.  Small wonder Chantelle is such a happy child! “What a lovely idea!” I exclaimed.

Hannah spoke up. “Um… so it’s okay if I do that to her?”

“Sure,” Carmen said. “It’s what she wanted from you, after all. Go ahead – make my little girl feel good.”

Still cuddling Chantelle, I positioned the girl on her back, then Hannah got between the sleeping child’s legs and began to adorn her mound with soft kisses. Then her tongue emerged, and she began to trace that smooth pink cleft, now and then pausing to savor the girl’s aroma before licking her again.

I moved in to get a closer look. Hannah wore a dreamy expression, her eyes glazed over with lust. I knew she’d longed to explore lesbian love with a little girl for years… and at long last, her fantasy was coming true. By then, she’d covered Chantelle’s pussy with her mouth, probing inside with her tongue.

Soon, Chantelle began to stir, her breath growing ragged as she responded to the oral love my neighbor was giving her. I wondered what was happening in her dream right then

The child’s eyes opened, and she smiled at me as I cuddled her close. My God, she was enchanting.

Then she looked down between her legs, cooing with delight when she saw Hannah licking her gently, focusing on her tiny clit. Chantelle lay back with a happy sigh, spreading her legs ever wider. “Yes. Lick me, please,” she said in a quivering voice. Then her eyes met mine. “Miss Suzanne… can I get a kiss?”

I leaned down, my heart going ninety miles an hour, and our mouths met. As our kiss deepened, I felt my body and soul glow with the love I felt for this divine creature. She was a marvelous kisser, well-trained by her mother and aunt. Her tongue engaged mine, and then they were caught up in a playful dance.

Within a couple of minutes, Chantelle began to moan as what I now knew to be her third orgasm of the day began to manifest itself. I watched as the child’s eyes took on the glazed look of ecstasy, then she cried, “Oh! Oooooohh yes, oh, YES!” She shook helplessly in my arms as the climax took her, then went completely limp. Hannah stayed with her while she came, lightly nuzzling Chantelle’s glistening sex until her movements ceased, with only small tremors remaining in the aftermath of her orgasm.

“Thank you,” Chantelle whispered as, once again, she dozed off in my arms. I wanted her to stay there all night so I could awaken her the same way Carmen did, but obviously that wasn’t going to happen.

I carefully disentangled myself from Chantelle and drew a sheet over her bare body, then we four women went to the living room for a drink and a chat. We didn’t bother getting dressed.

As we sipped wine, Carmen asked, “Can my daughter and I visit you again sometime? She really likes you… and so do I.”

Placing a hand on hers, I replied, “If you don’t, my feelings will be hurt.”

About half an hour later, Chantelle woke and wandered out into the living room to find us. The sight of the nude child had my lust stirring again, but I sensed that our sex party was over for the day.

Erica, Carmen, and Chantelle got dressed to leave shortly thereafter, and we all exchanged kisses. Hannah and I remained naked, and I knew that for her, at least, the fun had just begun.

When they’d left, Hannah looked at me and said, “Oh, my God. My first time with a little girl, finally. It was even better than I’d hoped. Chantelle’s pussy was delicious. I loved going down on her.”

“Me too,” I said.

“I want you now,” she said, cupping her left breast.

I glanced at the clock. “Are you sure? Won’t your husband be home soon?”

“Let him listen in from our apartment. He knows you and I have fucked.”

“He does?”

“I told him I was into women on our first date. Doesn’t bother him at all. He’ll probably jerk off while listening.”

“Will you tell him about making love to Chantelle?”

“Hell, no. He’d freak out. That’s not his thing at all.”

With that, we went into my bedroom and fucked for the rest of the afternoon. Maybe Hannah’s husband listened in, maybe not. I didn’t ask, and I didn’t care. My only interest right then was in Hannah, who I brought to two frenzied orgasms.

As we nestled together afterward, I thought about what an absolutely perfect day it had been, thanking my lucky stars that I’d had come up with this idea for a dissertation study.

On to Chapter Seven!