Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Michelle

She would be over soon. I could feel it. I felt giddy like a schoolgirl on her first date. I paced around the living room, waiting. Reminiscing about the last couple months had only made me more anxious for Erin to arrive. I sat down at the table and began to think about the last couple of weeks. The weeks leading to this day. Our weekend together alone at the sea…

******

I awoke the next morning. I had cried myself to sleep on the floor. At some point I must have wandered upstairs and gone to bed, but I don’t remember doing so.

I slowly climbed out of bed and walked downstairs. I made some coffee and sat down at the table to sort through my feelings.

I was in love with this girl. I kept thinking about holding her and kissing her. Those special moments we spent together yesterday. I had wanted to take her to my room and make love to her then and there; it very hard not to. But something inside me told me it was not yet time.

I did not even masturbate about her last night, and that was a first!

I was wondering how Erin was dealing with all these new feelings, too. She seemed so into it yesterday, but I was a bit worried that I’d scared her. That she would tell her mother, sisters, or someone else. I could just picture it now. Cops at my door, hauling me away to prison for making out with a little girl.

That thought made me angry. What Erin and I shared yesterday was not perverted. I felt nothing but love for her and would never do anything to harm her.

I sat sipping my coffee with shaking hands.

After my morning shower, I was back at the table trying to relax. This was extremely difficult, so I decided to get up and go for a walk to burn off some energy.

I was walking down the street from the condo and had just passed a cute little home when I heard my name.

“Susan!!”

I turned to look and saw Erin running out of the door towards me. She was wearing jeans and a t-shirt. She collided with me, almost knocking me over as she wrapped her arms around my waist.

“Hi, Erin!” I said. “I had no idea you lived there. This is a nice surprise.”

“I was looking out the window and I saw you walk by. I got so excited! I just had to see you again!” she said, beaming with excitement.

I smiled down at her as she looked up at me. We stepped back from our embrace, holding each other’s hands.

“I’m glad you ran out, Erin. I’m really happy to see you, too! How are you today?” I said.

“I feel great! I had such a good time with you yesterday. It was all I could think about last night and all this morning,” Erin said, blushing. “I was going to come over and visit soon. I’m sooooo glad I saw you!”

“I’m glad too, sweetheart. Would you care to go for a walk?” I asked.

“I’d love to,” she said.

We walked along, talking about the events of yesterday. She told me she kept her promise and did not tell anyone and never would. Hearing that was a relief. We talked about kissing each other. She told me she had never felt anything like that before.

She told me how much she wanted to kiss some more. I told her that I loved kissing her just as much, and we would do it again soon. I had accepted the fact that I was in love with her. I wanted to be with her intimately. It was then I decided that our first time together as lovers, our first time sharing each other in the most intimate way, had to be someplace special.

I have always loved the coast. The sounds and smells of the ocean. The birthplace of us all. It was one of the most romantic places I could think of, and it would be there that Erin and I would make love for the first time.

But now, how to get to that point? I couldn’t just take her to the coast for a weekend, after all, she is only ten.

I could picture myself walking up to her home.

“Hi, Mrs. Erin’s mom. I’m Susan, a lesbian pedophile, and I’d love to take your daughter to the beach for a weekend. You don’t mind, do you?”

“Oh of course not, I have two other daughters too. Would you mind taking them as well?”

“Oh it would be my pleasure! I’ll have them back in one piece, more or less.”

I laughed out loud as I thought of this. Erin looked up at me, smiling.

“What’s so funny?” she asked.

“I was just thinking about something, sweetie, that’s all. Hey, why don’t you take me to meet your mom?” I asked.

“Do you mean it? You really want to meet my mom? Erin asked.

“I do. But we need to be very careful. We can’t let on that we are girlfriends. Understand?” I said.

“I understand. I’ll be good, I promise.” Erin said grinning mischievously.

I gave her a little pat on the butt. “That’s my girl,” I said.

I trusted her completely. I just hoped I would not give my feelings away.

******

I met her mom that evening. She was a nice woman, about thirty six years old. Carol was her name. She looked like an older version of Erin. She had long blond hair, a pretty face, and a good figure for a woman who’d had three kids.

Erin introduced me as Susan, the lady that lives by Tiffany. Carol told me that she had heard Tiffany’s parents talk about me and they had nothing but nice things to say. We chatted for quite a while. She told me that her husband had left her a few years ago and had never come back. He didn’t care about his daughters and was a deadbeat. Carol said she was just grateful she had a good job and was able to take care of her kids all on her own.

She had two other daughters — Terri, sixteen, and Jamie, seven. Terri had said “Hi,” when I came in and then, like most sullen teenagers, went right back to her room and turned on music. Jamie was a cute little girl, and looked like Erin must have when she was that age. Jamie just sat on the couch watching TV.

I told her a bit about myself. College, my job, the usual chit chat. We seemed to hit it off right away. I was glad I had made the decision to meet her. I felt a little guilty about my reasons, however. I could omly imagine what she would think if she knew.

She told me she was glad Erin had made friends with Tiffany. Erin was shy, she said, and didn’t make friends easily. She was also happy that Erin and Tiffany were learning to make money on their own at such a young age. She was also glad I was helping in that aspect. She hoped they weren’t a bother. I assured her that they weren’t, and I enjoyed the company.

I told her Erin was kind of sad that Tiff would be going to summer camp soon, and she would miss her. I let Carol know that Erin could continue to help me out around the home and earn a little spending money in the process.

She was happy about that, since Terri had to babysit both of them in the summer and sometimes got tired looking out for them. Jamie could be quite a handful, she said. “Anything to keep a teenager happy,” she told me, laughing.

I left later that evening, glad I had met her. I had hugged her when I left, and gave Erin an innocent little hug too. I went home alone thinking about Erin and when we could steal away to the beach together. Soon, I thought, but just take it slowly…

******

The next week went by rather quickly. I worked, came home, Erin would come over and visit. Sometimes with Tiffany and sometimes alone. When she and Tiff would stop by it was business as usual, doing some light housework, a little TV, just hanging out. Erin and I were quite discreet when Tiffany was along. Never letting on what was going on between us.

When Erin came by alone, it was a different story. We would end up wrapped in each other’s arms as soon as the door shut.

And our make out sessions were becoming more intense. But I avoided touching her most intimate places while we kissed, and simply focused on gentle caresses. Her arms, her legs, her face. Erin loved kissing and caressing me as well, always following my lead.

That little girl was becoming quite an excellent kisser in the process! I guess I was a good teacher.

We were learning each other’s soft caresses and forming an intense bond between us. A bond of love and friendship that I felt in my heart would last forever.

******

It’s wonderful when events transpire the way you want so quickly. It’s almost scary. Like Fate says to you, “Here’s a favor, but one day I’ll be back to collect.”

It was Thursday evening about nine o clock. Tiffany had left for summer camp on Monday, and Erin and I had spent every afternoon and evening together since. Erin had left about an hour ago. Our caresses had grown very intense this afternoon, and it was all I could do not to take it to the next level. I was about ready to give up on my plan to take her to the beach. I simply did not know how much more I could take of this intensity without making love to her. It was then that the phone rang…

“Hello?” I said as I placed the receiver to my ear.

“Hi, Susan? It’s me, Carol. Do you have a minute?”

“Sure, what’s up?”

“I need to ask you a huge favor. You can say no if you want and I’ll understand.”

“What is it?”

“I have an emergency, and I need to go out of town this weekend. Normally I would have Terri watch the girls, but she is away with friends, camping for the weekend. Now Jamie is staying with a friend from school, so that’s not a problem. But that leaves Erin with no one to watch her. I asked Tiffany’s parents, but they are going away for the weekend too. Would you mind watching Erin for the weekend? I know she likes spending time with you, in fact she brought up the idea. Would it be to much to ask?”

I felt my heart pounding in my chest. My god! What luck, I thought! I smiled, picturing Erin asking her mother if she could stay with me.

“Well, I was planning on taking a trip to the coast this weekend, but…”

“Oh, it’s alright then, I can try…”

“But,” I said, cutting her off, “if you don’t mind, Erin can come along too.”

“Really, you don’t mind? That would be fine with me. Erin will have a great time, she just loves the beach.”

“I’d be happy for the company, Carol. It’s really no bother at all. We’ll have lots of fun together.”

“That’s great, Susan. I’m so relieved. When are you leaving?”

“Early Friday afternoon. When do you need to leave?”

“Friday morning. Can I send her over then?”

“That would be fine, I’ll see her then.”

“Thanks again Susan, you’re a lifesaver!”

“You’re welcome, Carol. Take care.”

“Bye.”

I hung up the phone and stared blankly into space. I was so emotional I thought I would burst into tears. It would be this weekend, tomorrow. Friday.

Erin and I would make love for the first time.

******

So that’s how it all began. The events that led to this day. This day I have been awaiting for so long. I stood up and walked to the window. I peeked out. Erin was walking up the sidewalk with her little overnight bag flung across her shoulder.

We left for the beach shortly after.

The drive to the coast was uneventful. We got to the motel around two o clock. After checking in and tossing our belongings in the room, Erin went to the bathroom and changed into a little pink sundress. She looked adorable. I put on a short jeans skirt and a snug tank top. I looked pretty hot, if I say so myself. Then Erin wanted to go for a drive. I loved the idea. We left the motel and drove up the coast highway. It was a beautiful day for a drive. The sky was cloudless, the ocean dark blue.

We drove to a little tourist town a few miles from the motel and spent the rest of the afternoon walking about the stores, window shopping. We walked along holding hands, and chatted about everything and nothing. I kept looking at Erin and thinking how lucky I was to have met her. I was totally and hopelessly in love with her. I did not care that she was just a child. She had brought so much into my life.

We saw a sign advertising a whale watching cruise. Erin wanted to go. She said she had never been on the ocean before. How could I say no to her? We bought our tickets, and soon we were at sea. Erin was a bit nervous and clung to me the whole time. But she told me she wasn’t really scared, she just liked to be close to me. We didn’t see any whales, but just being together on the ocean made the day more romantic.

After the cruise we decided to grab some dinner. We ate at a cute little restaurant overlooking the ocean. The restaurant was filled with other couples. I’m sure people thought that she was my daughter or niece. No one had a clue that we were also a couple.

After dinner we strolled back to my car. We stood by my car and watched the sunset. I placed my arm around her shoulders and hugged her close. She snuggled close to me. It was beginning to get chilly, but the warmth in our bodies seemed to keep us comfortable. She looked up at me with her lovely green eyes. She was smiling softly. I smiled back at her.

“Susan?” she said.

“Yes, Erin.”

“I love you.”

I felt tears roll down my cheeks. That simple statement brought so much emotion to the surface. I could feel the honesty in her words. Those three little words. I knew she meant it. It was not the first time she had said it, but being here watching the sunset after spending a romantic day together made it more meaningful, more real.

“I love you too, Erin, more than you know,” I said, my voice heavy with emotion.

“I know you do, Susan.” She smiled shyly, blushing. “That’s why I want to go back to the motel right now. I want to be in bed with you.”

I looked over at her. She was glowing. She had bedroom eyes to die for. I looked deeply into those eyes. Oh, how I loved this girl!

“Are you sure, sweetie?” I asked as I gently ran my fingers through her hair.

“I’m sure, Susan.” she said.

“Come on Erin, let’s go. It’s time for bed.”

******

When we got back to the motel, the sun had set and it was now dark. I fumbled for the key card with shaking hands. I opened the door and we went inside. I closed it behind us as Erin flipped the light on. I tossed my purse on the table and kicked off my shoes.

“Erin, sweetie, go and get ready for bed.” I said, my voice cracking.

She smiled, grabbed her overnight bag, and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

I peeled off my skirt and tossed it aside. I lay down on the bed, wearing only panties and my tank top. My heart was pounding, my hands sweating. I rolled to my side and propped my head on my hand. I watched the bathroom door, waiting for her to emerge.

She walked out of the bathroom shyly. She had removed her sundress and was wearing a long t-shirt. It must have belonged to her mother, because it came down to her knees. The shirt was hanging off her left shoulder, her bare skin exposed. She looked so innocent, yet so sexy. I swallowed hard as my heart fluttered. I smiled and patted the bed next to me. She walked over slowly, glowing like an angel. Smiling, she climbed up on the bed and lay facing me.

“Erin,” I said, placing my hand on her shoulder. “Do you understand what will happen tonight?”

“Yes, Susan, I do,” she answered in a quiet voice.

“We don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to do, sweetie,” I said, caressing her shoulder.

“I know Susan. But I really want to. I have wanted to ever since we started kissing each other. I love the way you treat me. You make me feel so special.” She smiled. “I love it when you kiss and hold me. It makes me feel tingly all over. Especially down there.” She blushed.

“Oh Erin, I love you so much right now. You are the best thing that has happened to me in my whole life,” I said, choking back emotion.

“I love you too, Susan. I always will. Now, are you gonna kiss me or what?” she said, giving me that cute little grin that I had grown to love so much.

I laughed, releasing some of my pent up emotion. “I most certainly am going to kiss you, young lady, and so much more.”

I reached out and caressed her cheek, slowly, softly. She closed her eyes and leaned into my hand. She sighed deeply. My hand slid behind her back and I drew her closer to me. Our lips met and we began to kiss. Her mouth parted to receive my tongue, beginning the familiar dance we had shared so many times before.

As we kissed passionately, my hand slid down her side and caressed her soft leg. Our kisses grew more intense. I slid my hand back up her leg, reaching the hem of her shirt, pushing it up over her hip to expose her panties. I slid my hand behind and cupped her little bottom gently, giving it a slight squeeze. It felt so soft in my hand.

I broke away from our kiss and began to nuzzle her neck, inhaling her sweet smell. She moaned softly. We continued like this for some time. Nuzzling and kissing while I caressed and squeezed her little bottom. My fingers teasing each cheek.

“Erin,” I said. “I think it’s time we got these clothes out of the way.”

She nodded wordlessly.

I pulled her up so we were sitting on our knees facing each other. Her face was flushed with excitement. My heart was pounding in my chest. I took the hem of her shirt and began to raise it slowly. She lifted her arms above her head and closed her eyes. The hem was just below her nipples. I closed my eyes and finished pulling it off and over her head.

I opened my eyes slowly and looked at her chest. She was completely flat, but that was no surprise. But seeing her pink dime sized areolas for the first time brought a new wave of excitement, and wetness, to my already slick pussy. I gasped at the sight. Her tiny nipples were completely erect and standing out like two very small eraser heads. They were calling to me and I answered immediately.

I leaned forward and placed my hands on her chest. My thumbs began tracing circles around her areolas and teasing her hard little nipples. She trembled at my touch. I leaned her back and she stretched her legs out so she was laying down flat. I took a moment to admire the lovely form before me. Erin laying on a soft bed, with only her thin panties on. The last barrier before I would see her naked for the first time.

I laid down beside her, caressing her left nipple with my right hand. I brought my head down to her chest and started kissing her right nipple. Lightly at first. Kissing the area around her tiny hard nipple. I opened my mouth and began sucking on it while gently squeezing and rubbing the other. She moaned softly and squirmed on the bed, moving her tiny hips back and forth.

I alternated back and forth between her sweet nipples. Kissing and caressing each one in turn. She had her arms stretched out to the side, trembling with a pleasure, a new sensation she had never felt before. My hand slowly began to slide down her firm belly. I gave her right nipple a last little kiss, brought my lips to hers, and we kissed.

My hand continued its journey down her belly. My searching fingers encountered the waistband of her panties. I lifted my hand up and cupped her soft mound through the thin fabric of her panties. She moaned deeply into my mouth as I pressed down softly, her legs parting for me.

I felt the warmth and moistness between her legs. I traced my finger on each lip, and then slid it upward in her tiny slit. She shuddered and moaned even deeper into our passionate kiss. My finger made contact with her tiny clit through her damp panties. She squealed and broke our kiss.

“Oh, Susan!” Erin screamed loudly.

I looked in her eyes with concern. “Are you okay, Erin?” I asked softly.

“O-oh yessssss!!” she hissed. “M-my w-whole body just f-felt like it would explode.”

I smiled. “That’s normal, sweetheart. I just touched your clitoris. The most sensitive part of your pussy. That feeling you just felt will continue to build as we make love.”

“Mmmmm, touch it again,” she said.

“Gladly my love, gladly. But let’s get these panties out of the way.”

I rose up and knelt beside her. I looked down at her as she lay on the bed. Her face and chest flushed with her growing excitement. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever laid eyes on. She looked so innocent, yet erotic. A girl child about to experience something new and wondrous.

My chest was heaving, my nipples hard. I pulled my tank top over my head and flung it aside. She looked up wide-eyed at my breasts. Staring at my dark areolas and fully erect nipples. I leaned back down and ran my hands down her sides to the waistband of her panties. I hesitated, wanting to draw this moment out. This moment I had been awaiting for so long.

I hooked a finger on each side and began to slowly lower them. The band was now at the very top of her mound, ready to expose her sweet peach. I pulled them a tiny bit more, the top of her cleft now visible. My hands were shaking, every nerve in my body afire. I felt electricity flowing from my fingertips though my body to my throbbing pussy. Holding my breath, I lowered them more, uncovering the most beautiful sight I had ever beheld.

I gazed at the present now before me. It seemed that time had stopped. I took in every detail of her bare mound. The way her tiny lips looked, the dark cleft in the middle. Her little pussy was swollen with arousal. Her scent wafting up towards me. I inhaled deeply. The scent was intoxicating.

Her outer labia was glistening with her excitement. She lifted her bottom off the bed slightly as I pulled her panties off her bottom and down her thighs. She bent her knees up, and I slid them over her knees and down to her ankles. I pulled each foot out of the leg band. Her panties were now off and in my hand. I brought them to my nose and inhaled deeply. This brought a new wave of arousal and tingling to my swollen pussy. I placed them on the bed beside us, and leaned forward to enjoy the most intimate gift she could give me.

Erin opened her legs wide as I moved between them. I stretched out flat on the bed, lying on my tummy between her thighs. My face was just inches away from her sex, a delicate peach, soft and luscious. Her tiny inner lips had began to poke out like a little tongue, teasing me. I slowly traced a finger on her outer labia. She shuddered and moaned softly. It felt so soft and so sweet. I inhaled again, enjoying the fragrance of this precious flower before me.

I ran my finger between her lips, teasing her inner labia out more. She was slick with excitement. I spread her outer lips apart and gazed inside. I began teasing her tiny lips while she shuddered and moaned, writhing on the bed in ecstasy. I pushed up her clitoral hood and gazed lovingly at the tiny swollen clit. I touched it softly. She clenched her cheeks and rose up off the bed slightly, pushing her sex towards me. I leaned forward and ran the flat of my tongue up her wet slit, letting the tip contact her clit.

“OH, SUSAN!” she screamed. “More, more, more!!”

I smiled up at her from between her thighs. She was looking down at me, waiting for me to resume, waiting for my tongue to touch her sensitive clit. I smiled and brought my face back down to her sweet flower. I licked her slit and pressed my tongue inside her walls. The tip of my tongue probing her, licking her, tasting her sweet pure nectar.

She was writhing on the bed. She bent her knees up and spread her legs wider, opening up the delicate petals of her flower. I wrapped my arms around her thighs and pulled her even closer. I took her tiny clit in my mouth and began to suck it in slowly, teasing the tip with my tongue. She was quivering and moaning, her arms stretched out beside her, clutching the sheets in her hands.

Her pussy was leaking more than I thought possible for such a little girl. Her juices flowing like a river. My face was slick with her wetness as I buried my face deeper into her most special place.

Then her tiny body began to shake. She started yelling out my name.

“Susan! Susan! Oh, Susan!!”

Her body was trembling, I knew she was she was seconds away from her first orgasm. The intensity of all our encounters had built to this moment. I slid my hand down between my own legs. My pussy had soaked my panties, and was now drenching the sheets below me. My own orgasm was seconds away. My clit was like a fuse that just needed to be touched. I knew that as soon as I touched it, I would come in waves.

I lifted my hips and thrust my hand inside my panties as Erin tensed and squeezed her thighs together.

Then everything happened at once.

My finger made contact with my clit, the world stopped moving.

Erin screamed out in pleasure, her body tensed.

Wave after wave of intense pleasure shot through me, radiating out from my clit to every nerve in my body.

We came together as one body, one heart, one soul.

I lay there a moment as the wonderful feelings began to subside. Erin was breathing heavily, her eyes closed. I pulled my panties off and crawled up to lie beside her. We held each other for the longest time. I cannot describe the feelings I felt at this moment.

I had just made love to the girl of my dreams.

I had just experienced the most fantastic, intense orgasm in my life.

I looked over at her flushed face and the glow in her cheeks. She opened her eye and gazed at me lovingly.

“Erin, how do you feel?” I asked.

She opened her mouth to speak, but was at a loss for words.

“Susan,” she said after she found her voice. “I feel so, so…” her voice trailed off.

“Wonderful?” I said.

“Loved.” she answered.

“So do I.” I said quietly.

I pulled her close and we kissed softly until she snuggled up and fell asleep in my arms.

******

Morning came and found us sleeping peacefully. The peaceful sleep of lovers. I was on my back and Erin curled up beside me, breathing softly. Her leg was thrown over mine, an arm across my breasts, her face nuzzled in my neck. I awoke with the awareness of her warm soft pussy in contact with my thigh. I looked over at her. She was sleeping like an angel. I reached over and caressed her soft face, she stirred and opened her eyes slowly, blinking once. A broad smile on her lovely face.

“Good morning, princess.” I said softly. “Did you sleep well?”

“Mmmmm, yes,” Erin said stretching her free arm out and yawning.

“Me too, princess. I had the best sleep I’ve had in years.”

“Did you have good dreams?” she asked.

“The best, Erin.”

“Did you dream about me?” she said.

“I always do, lover.”

She smiled again, that lovely sweet smile I have grown to love. I caressed her face again and she snuggled closer to me, pushing her soft sex into my thigh. Her movement sent a wave of arousal through me.

“What do you want to do today?” I asked.

“Stay in bed with you all day!” she said giggling.

I smiled at the thought. It sounded like a wonderful idea that I could easily accommodate.

“Do you want to talk about last night?” I asked.

“Sure.” she said smiling. “What do you want to talk about?”

“Just what you’re feeling, Erin. Please share it with me.” I said.

She took a deep breath and smiled.

“You made me feel so good last night, Susan. They way you touched me and kissed me and made my body all tingly and warm.” she said blushing. “I really liked it when you kissed my…” she giggled. “pussy. That felt the best! And when you licked my cli… cleet… what did you call it?”

“Clitoris,” I answered smiling.

“Yeah!” she said with widening eyes. “My clitoris. Cli-tor-is.” she said, drawing the word out. “That was the best! I felt like my whole body was on fire and I thought I was gonna blow up! What’s my clitoris do?”

“Well, sweetie, it’s the most sensitive part of your pussy. Its only purpose is to give girls sexual pleasure. When I touched it and kissed it and licked it, I gave you an orgasm. And when you had your orgasm, I had one at the same time.”

She smiled, nodding. Digesting this new information. I just love teaching someone something new.

“And an Or-gas-um, that’s what I had when my whole body shook and tingled?” she asked.

“Yes sweetie, it was. Didn’t it feel the best?” I said.

“It was the best feeling I ever had in my whole life! I want to have another one right now!” She said beaming with excitement.

I felt her slowly pushing her bare pussy into my thigh, slowly grinding into me. I felt my pussy growing damp, sending a fresh wave of arousal through me.

“Well,” I said, laughing. “I don’t think that will be much of a problem if you keep doing what you’re doing right now. Rubbing that sweet little flower into my thigh.”

I could feel the heat from her pussy on my thigh, feel the moisture begin to leak out. She began to gyrate her hips, pushing her pussy against me, rubbing up and down. I pulled her on top, so she was straddling my thigh. I reached behind and took her soft cheeks in my hands, kneading and caressing them. I moved her forward on my thigh so her thigh was now in contact with my pussy. This contact sent a wave of pleasure through me. I moaned softly.

She began to play with my breasts, squeezing them gently, pinching the nipples. Her actions were only increasing my arousal. I had my hands firmly attached to her bottom. I would push her cheeks together as I pushed her hot, wet, pussy into my thigh, had become deeper and louder as her sexual energy built inside her young body. Mine joined with hers as the pleasure radiated from my clit to my extremities.

“Erin,” I panted between moans, “move over here, honey.”

I pulled her off my thigh and positioned her between my open legs bringing her sweet pussy, dripping with nectar, into contact with mine. As our pussies pressed together for the first time I felt a bolt of electricity shoot though my body. The feeling was almost too much to bear. I pulled Erin closer to kiss her lovely face. The tiny hard points of her nipples poking my heaving breast. I returned my hands to her bottom and pushed her pussy into mine. Our juices ran and mingled together as our pussies began their intimate kiss.

As my hands squeezed and kneaded her cheeks, my finger brushed her small anus, sending a shiver through Erin’s body and even more excitement through mine. Her tiny hole was slick with the juices from her little pussy. I gently pushed the fingertip in. Erin moaned in delight.

“Oh Susan…. I… umm… mmmmmm, Susan, mmmmmm, I feel… mmmmmm… I’m gonna… mmmmmm…” she moaned into our open mouth kiss.

“Just let it build, sweetie… relax and let your body go…”

“Ohhhhh, Susan, I’m… gonna… mmmmmm”

With my fingertip in her tight anus I pushed her pussy deeper onto mine. Intense, tingling waves of pleasure shot through our bodies as our swollen clits slid back and forth on each other’s. The wave built like a tsunami looming over us, ready to wash us away, envelop us in pure ecstasy.

“Erin!” I screamed.

“Susan!” she screamed.

The wave broke over us and carried us away in a raging sea of orgasmic delight as we came together as one.

We lay there together as the waves of pleasure slowly began to subside. We were breathing slowly and deeply. She snuggled closer and buried her face against my neck. I ran my fingers though her blond hair.

“Susan,” she said finally. “That was a really good organism.”

I laughed softly. “Orgasm, sweetie. Or you can say cum, or cumming, too.”

“I think I’ll say cum. That was the best cum I ever had, Susan!” she said, giggling.

“I think that was the best one I’ve had yet too, sweetie. You are an excellent little lover and learn so quick,” I told her.

We lay there together for a while. We were hot and sticky from our love making session. I felt like I needed to get refreshed.

“Erin, sweetie, let’s go take a shower,” I said.

“Mmmmm, that sounds yummy,” she said, bouncing up off the bed and running to the bathroom, her cute little bottom jiggling. “Last one in is a rotten egg!” she called over her shoulder.

I ran after her, and soon we were in the shower together. Well, it started out to be a shower, but we plugged the drain and let the bath fill. We washed each other carefully. I let Erin explore my body intimately. I explained the parts of my vagina to her as we compared our pussies. She hungrily digested all the information I could offer. She was such a bright girl and learned so fast.

We ended up making love in the tub again. I let her kneel between my legs as she fingered and probed my pussy. She teased my clit expertly and brought me to my third orgasm quickly. I reciprocated, of course, teasing her tiny clit as well. Soon she was in the throes of her third.

After our bath, we decided to eat. It was almost noon. We called room service and had a nice breakfast of pancakes, bacon, eggs, and juice. We ate like ravenous beasts.

That was how we spent the rest of the day and night. We made love over and over, only stopping once for more room service. We learned each other’s bodies. The touches, the soft caresses, the gentle kisses. Each lovemaking session was more intense that the last. Our sexual energy feeding and fulfilling each other.

We were totally in love.

******

We left the beach the next morning. We stopped at a little diner along the way and had breakfast. The rest of the journey home was spent in a quiet comfortable silence. We were both exhausted from all the lovemaking. But we were also glowing. Feelings of love radiating from both of us. We had cemented a bond of mutual love and friendship that would last forever.

We pulled into my condo and went inside. Erin’s mom would not be home for a few more hours.

I’m sure we could find something to do to pass the time…

Continue on to Chapter 4

By Michelle

Tiffany hated summer camp.

She had been there a few days and already she was homesick. She missed her mom and dad, she missed Susan, and most of all she missed Erin.

The other girls at camp all knew each other, and she felt like an outsider. She had yet to make any friends and spent most of the time alone. Well, except when they made them do dumb things like sit around the camp fire and tell dumb ghost stories. Or make stupid bracelets, or necklaces. Things she would have normally enjoyed doing if she had someone cool to hang out with, someone like Erin.

Well, at least Erin could hang out with Susan, they seemed to get along together. Susan would keep Erin company. Tiffany found herself feeling a little bit jealous that Susan and Erin would be spending time together without her. She knew Erin had been going over and seeing Susan alone every once in a while, and wondered what they talked about, what they did.

She thought she saw Erin wink at Susan once, and Susan blush. That made her curious. She wondered if Susan was a lesbian, because she never had any boyfriends. Tiffany didn’t care if she was or not. And besides, Tiffany and Erin both thought boys were yucky. Maybe Susan did too.

Tiffany didn’t like boys at all. They were gross and loud and stupid. Tiffany was beginning to have strange feelings lately. Feelings she didn’t understand. She had began to touch herself a few months ago, rubbing her little pussy while she bathed or lay in bed. She had just begun to get a little hair down there, too. She thought it was cool, like she was getting older, growing up. But she also thought it looked better bare. Maybe she was just used to seeing it like that.

Tiffany knew that other girls played with their pussies too. She had heard some of them talk about it at school. That’s where she got the idea. But the other girls were always talking about boys when they talked about playing with themselves. Tiffany felt weird because she was thinking about something different, she was thinking about her friend Erin.

Tiffany began to think she might be a lesbian.

So here she was at summer camp, having the worst time of her life.

It was afternoon, and everyone was at the lake swimming. Tiffany had on her white one-piece suit. The one that Susan said looked so cute on her. Susan always looked at her funny when she wore it. Tiffany was curious about that, especially that one day when she washed Susan’s car. She had caught Susan looking at her crotch and her boobies when she was putting a bandage on her finger that day. Susan was acting really funny. She had even wet her shorts!

All the other girls were in the lake swimming. Tiffany was sitting alone on the dock, lazily kicking her feet in the water.

“Don’t you want to get in, Tiffany?” a voice from behind her said.

Tiffany turned her head and saw Laura standing on the dock behind her. Laura was one of the camp counselors. She was about seventeen or so, Tiffany thought. She had red hair and blue eyes and really big boobs. Tiffany had noticed that the first time she saw her. Tiffany had found herself noticing lots of things like that about other girls lately. Laura had on a cute black one-piece swimsuit.

“I don’t feel like it,” Tiffany replied.

“Why not, honey, don’t you know how to swim?” Laura asked.

“Yeah, I know how to swim, I just don’t feel like swimming with the other girls. I don’t think they like me.”

“Yes, I’ve noticed you’ve been keeping to yourself. What’s wrong?” Laura asked.

“Oh, nothing. I guess I’m just homesick. I really miss my friend Erin, and I don’t like the other girls here. All they talk about is what they have, or what they want, or yucky boys,” Tiffany said.

Laura smiled and sat down beside her. “It’s okay, sweetheart,” she said, putting her arm around Tiffany’s shoulders. “I’ll be your friend if you want.”

Tiffany smiled and blushed. She felt that funny tickling feeling in her tummy when Laura put her arm around her shoulder. “Are you sure? You really want to be my friend?”

“Well, it’s one of the reasons I’m here, silly. To make sure all the girls are having a good time. But you seem like a really cool girl that would make a good friend even if I wasn’t just a counselor.” Laura hugged Tiffany closer and playfully rubbed the top of her head. Tiffany giggled.

“So why don’t you take off that frowny face and let’s go for a swim!” Laura said as she stood up, taking Tiffany’s hand in hers.

“Okay, Laura, let’s go,” Tiffany said standing up too.

And with that, they both dove in the lake.

They swam together for about an hour. Tiffany found herself warming up to Laura immediately. Laura was cool. They swam and played together. Tiffany was really starting to enjoy herself. Laura would pick her up under the arms and toss her in the air, letting Tiffany splash back down in the water. Tiffany was laughing and giggling. Tiffany liked the way Laura grabbed her under the arms when she tossed her up. Laura would sometimes touch her boobs when that happened. That tickling feeling was getting stronger in her tummy.

Tiffany found herself staring at Laura’s boobs a lot. She noticed her nipples were hard most of the time—like Susan’s were, whenever she was over. Tiffany looked down and noticed her own little nipples were hard too. She caught Laura looking at her boobs too, just like Susan did.

After the swim, Laura and Tiffany walked back towards the cabins.

“Tiffany, I need to go do my duties for a while,” she said, as she bent down and put herself at eye level with Tiffany. “But later, after lights out, why don’t we get together and talk some more?”

“Okay, Laura, that would be cool. Are you gonna come in the cabin?” Tiffany asked.

“No, sweetie. I have a tent I like to sleep in sometimes when I want some privacy. Let’s talk in there, okay?”

“Okay, that sounds really cool,” Tiffany said. “Where is it?”

“I’ll show you.”

Laura showed Tiffany where the tent was. It was a little ways away from the cabins and up in the woods. Laura told her she would leave a lantern burning outside so she could find her way. Laura told Tiffany to wait until the other girls were asleep and then come over. Tiffany said she would.

Tiffany crept out after the other girls were snoring away. She was wearing some flip flops, the gym shorts she slept in, and a t-shirt. Tiffany saw the lantern burning up by the tent and felt her heart flutter. That tickling feeling she had been feeling all afternoon, too. That tickling feeling wasn’t only in her tummy now, it had moved to her pussy.

“Laura,” Tiffany said quietly, “are you in there?”

Laura poked her head out the tent flap and smiled. “Yes, Tiffany, come on in,” she said, pulling back the flap.

Tiffany crawled inside and sat down. Laura had a little lantern burning inside, casting just enough light to see. Laura was wearing a tiny tank top and just her panties. Tiffany blushed.

“I’m so glad you came by, Tiffany. I really wanted to talk to you tonight,” Laura said.

“I’m glad, too. All the girls snore so loud in the cabin, it’s hard to sleep,” Tiffany giggled.

“Well, it’s just the two of us now, sweetie. So let’s chat.”

Laura was sitting cross-legged, so Tiffany sat in front of her the same way. Tiffany found herself looking at Laura’s boobs, noticing her erect nipples. She looked down at the crotch of Laura’s panties, too. They were thin and white and Tiffany could see her red pubic hair through the cotton fabric.

“Like what you see?” Laura said.

Tiffany blushed deeply. “Um… I um… didn’t, um, mean to stare. It just you have such big boobies, that’s all. I think they look, um… nice.” Tiffany put her hands over her face, blushing even deeper.

“It’s okay, Tiffany. I don’t mind. In fact, I noticed you checking them out quite a few times today while we were swimming. That’s one of the reasons I wanted you to come visit me tonight.”

Tiffany took her hands away from her face and looked at Laura. “Really, you don’t mind me looking?”

“Not at all, Tiffany. As a matter of fact, I was checking out your boobies today, too. You‘ve got quite a nice pair.” Laura said with a cute grin.

“But I hardly have any yet.” Tiffany frowned.

“Sweetie, what you have looks absolutely yummy,” Laura said with a funny look in her eyes. “Would you like to touch mine?” she asked.

Tiffany didn’t know what to say. She really wanted to but was nervous. “I -I -I guess so,” she said quietly.

As she reached out slowly to touch one, Laura leaned back and pulled her top off. Tiffany’s eyes widened, shocked at Laura’s sudden move. “It’s okay, Tiffany. We can’t have my shirt getting in the way if you really want to touch me.”

Tiffany reached out and placed her hand on Laura’s boob. It felt soft, yet firm. She brushed her fingers over her hard pink nipple. Laura moaned. Tiffany was tingling with excitement. She could not believe what was happening. She was touching another girl’s boob and it felt wonderful!

“Oh yesssss,” Laura hissed. “That’s a good girl. Squeeze it, play with my nipple.”

Tiffany now had both hands on Laura’s boobs and was squeezing and playing with her nipples. That tingling feeling growing stronger between her legs.

Laura grabbed Tiffany’s hands and began to move them around her boobs. Squishing them into her heaving chest. Laura was breathing hard and fast now, her face flushed with excitement. She brought her hands to the hem of Tiffany’s shirt and began to pull it up.

“Now it’s my turn,” she said pulling Tiffany’s shirt up and off, tossing it aside.

Tiffany blushed deeply and covered her tiny budding breasts with her hands. Laura leaned forward and grabbed Tiffany’s wrists, pulling them away.

“Don’t you dare hide those sweet little morsels from me, sweetie.” said Laura, grinning. Laura leaned forward and grabbed Tiffany’s shoulders pulling her closer. Her mouth instantly went to Tiffany’s tender young boob. She began to suckle her tiny puffy nipple while gently pinching the other, teasing it erect.

Tiffany moaned and leaned her head back. She was on fire now, as all these new sensations rushed through her body. She felt moisture leaking from her tingling pussy. Tiffany slid her hand down and began mindlessly rubbing herself through her shorts as Laura sucked and played with her nipples.

“Oh that’s it, baby! Play with your little pussy for me!” Laura said as she sucked Tiffany’s nipple. “Rub your sexy little cunny. It feels so good, doesn’t it?”

Tiffany couldn’t speak. She was breathless with excitement. Her little pussy had never felt like this before. She had never felt these kinds of feelings when she had played with herself. This was more intense, more exciting.

Tiffany allowed Laura to push her down on her back. Laura was kneeling beside her with a look in her eyes she had never seen before. Laura grabbed the waistband of Tiffany’s shorts and pulled them off quickly, leaving Tiffany dressed only in her panties.

“It’s time we got these out of the way too, sweetie,” Laura said as she began to slip Tiffany’s panties down her slender legs. Tiffany blushed with embarrassment and excitement as Laura uncovered her near bare mound. Then she heard Laura gasp as she looked at her pussy.

“MMMmmmmm… You have such a beautiful little pussy, Tiffany. It looks absolutely delicious. Just the right amount of fur. Did you just start to get it?” Laura asked.

“Y-yess,” Tiffany stuttered. “Just a f-f-ew months ago.”

“Well, it looks really sexy. God, you are so hot!” Laura said as she leaned forward to examine her closer.

Tiffany watched as Laura knelt between her legs and pushed them open. Tiffany felt so exposed, embarrassed, yet so aroused, knowing her most private place was spread out for Laura to see.

Laura began teasing her little cleft. Spreading her tiny lips apart, slipping the tip of her finger inside the tiny slick folds. Tiffany squealed with pleasure and began to buck her tiny hips. Laura started to flick Tiffany’s tiny clit bringing on a new wave of moans from Tiffany.

Laura climbed up and laid beside Tiffany and started to kiss her on the mouth. She felt Laura cupping her mound while slipping her finger deeper inside her. She felt Laura’s tongue enter her mouth, forcing her lips apart. Tiffany began to kiss Laura back, their tongues entwined. Laura shoved her finger father inside the soft velvety folds of Tiffany’s pussy while her thumb applied pressure to her clit.

“OHHHHHHH!” Tiffany squealed in pain as Laura’s finger encountered the last wall of resistance in Tiffany’s tight hole and pushed deeper, breaking the barrier.

“OWWWWW, it hurts!!” she yelled.

“Oh baby, I’m so sorry,” Laura cooed in her ear. “ I’m afraid I just took your cherry.” Laura began to kiss her softly and gently. Stroking her face. “I just got a little carried away.”

Tiffany had a tear running down her cheek and Laura kissed it away. Laura held Tiffany close and caressed her. “I’m so, so, sorry, baby.”

Tiffany relaxed into her arms. Her little pussy hurt, but she felt good at the same time.

Tiffany blinked the tears away and looked at Laura. “It’s okay. It just really hurt, that’s all. You can do it more if you want, just go a little slower, okay?”

“You bet, sweetie.” Laura said. “How about I get my panties off and you can finger me while I’m at it?”

Laura slipped her panties down and tossed them away. She lay back beside Tiffany. They were on their backs with their sides pressed close together. Laura took Tiffany’s hand and brought it to her sopping pussy.

“Here, sweetie, put your finger right here.” she said, guiding Tiffany’s finger to her swollen clit. “That’s it, now rub my clit, baby. Mmmmmmm, yes, right there. That’s it. In little circles. You’re doing great!”

Tiffany rubbed Laura’s clit. Her pussy felt so wet and soft. Her clit hard. Laura then placed her hand back on Tiffany’s tender pussy and started rubbing her tiny clit. They lay there like that for some time, side by side, with their fingers rubbing each other’s clits.

They rubbed faster and faster. Tiffany liked the way Laura’s pussy felt. Tiffany liked having Laura’s finger touching her, flicking her clit.

Laura leaned over and started to kiss Tiffany again. The kisses were wild and uncontrolled, with Laura’s tongue roughly probing Tiffany’s mouth. Tiffany felt like her entire body was on fire. The tingling sensation building up until she thought she would explode. Her juices were flowing freely from her pussy. Her body began to shake, her eyes fluttered. Wave after wave of intense pleasure shook her little body until she could no longer contain herself. She screamed.

“OHHHHHHHHHHH Laura!!!!”

“OHHHHHHHHHHH Tiffany!!!”

They both shuddered as the waves of their simultaneous orgasms flowed like fire between their sweating bodies.

They lay there beside each other for some time. Holding each other.

Tiffany felt strange. Moments ago, she felt the best she had ever felt. She had never had that feeling when she had played with herself before. But now she felt different, funny like she had done something wrong. Her little pussy was sore because Laura had put her finger deep inside. It hurt at first, but then she felt so good. She was confused. Why did something have to hurt before it felt good?

She began to cry.

“What’s wrong, sweetie?” Laura said.

“I feel funny.” Tiffany said. “What happened to me?”

“You came, you had an orgasm.” Laura said.

“Do they always hurt like that?”

“No, silly. That was because I popped your cherry.”

“What’s my cherry?”

Laura rolled her eyes. “Your hymen. It’s a little flap of skin in your pussy. It breaks when you have sex for the first time, usually. Some girls break their cherries riding bikes or doing sports or don’t ever really have much of one to begin with. You had one sweetie and I popped it.”

Tiffany felt dumb, like she should already know this. She cried a little more.

“Now stop crying, Tiffany. It’s no big deal. I lost mine when I was your age. But it wasn’t a finger that took mine, but my uncle’s cock. And that really hurt. So be a big girl and dry those tears.”

Tiffany wiped the tears away from her eyes. She didn’t want Laura to think she was a baby.

“What we did just now, was that wrong?” Tiffany asked.

“No, honey, it’s what girls do together to make each other feel good. You felt good, didn’t you?”

Tiffany nodded.

“Then it’s okay. Just don’t tell anyone. It will be our secret. Okay? Pinkie promise?” Laura held out her pinkie finger.

Tiffany touched her pinkie to Laura’s and promised not to tell.

“That’s my girl!” Laura said. “Now you better get dressed and get back to the cabin before someone misses you.”

Tiffany got dressed and walked back to the cabin. She felt funny. She really liked Laura and liked the way she made her pussy feel, but something didn’t feel right about it all.

She snuck back into the cabin, got into bed and cried herself to sleep.

******

Tiffany woke the next morning. She felt a little better. Her pussy didn’t hurt anymore, that was good. But she still felt funny and confused about what happened last night with Laura.

She climbed out of bed and decided not to shower. Some of the other girls in the cabin were in there and she didn’t want them to see her naked. She felt like they would look at her funny, like they would know what happened to her last night. So she just walked out the cabin door and looked outside.

It was a sunny day and the activities would be starting soon after breakfast. She walked to the mess hall and got herself some cereal and a muffin. She ate in silence by herself.

After she ate she walked back down to the lake and sat on the dock with her feet in the water. She remembered having fun with Laura here yesterday. The way they played in the water, giggiled together, and just had fun. Then she thought about last night again, and started to cry.

“I thought I might find you here,” said Laura, walking up behind her.

Tiffany wiped her tears away and looked up at her. Laura was wearing shorts and the camp t-shirt. She sat down beside Tiffany and looked at her with concern.

“Yeah, I just felt like being alone right now,” Tiffany said, sniffing back her tears.

“Are you okay?” Laura asked. “It looks like you’ve been crying.”

“Yeah, I’m okay. I was just thinking about what happened last night and, and…”

Tiffany broke down in tears and began sobbing.

Laura put her arm around Tiffany and drew her close. Tiffany hugged her and cried, her body shaking with big deep sobs. Laura let her cry herself out and just sat there holding her. Soon Tiffany stopped crying and looked over at Laura.

“You probably think I’m a baby,” Tiffany said at last.

“No I don’t, Tiffany. I know you’re just upset about last night. It’s okay. It’s all my fault. Do you want to talk about what happened?” said Laura.

Tiffany looked over at her. She saw the general concern in her eyes, and maybe a tear in there too.

“I’m just confused, that’s all. I had such a good time swimming with you yesterday. You made my feel like a was having a good time, the first real good time since I’ve been here,” Tiffany told her.

“I had fun too, Tiffany, go on,” Laura said.

“I started feeling tingly when we were splashing around and you would touch my boobs.” Tiffany blushed and smiled a little. “I really like you, and then when you asked me to come hang out after lights out, I was really excited. Like I had made a cool new friend.”

Laura smiled nodding. “I felt like a made a new friend too, Tiffany. You really are a cool girl and I like you too, lots.”

Tiffany smiled.

“Then in your tent, everything just happened so fast. I really liked touching your boobies and, and I liked it when you touched mine.” Tiffany said blushing. “And then when you took my clothes off and started touching my, you know, my pussy,” Tiffany sniffed back a tear, “everything just happened so fast. I just felt like I did something wrong and I felt ashamed.”

“Tiffany, I’m the one that should feel ashamed,” Laura said with tears in her eyes. “I know I went too fast with you and I’m sorry. I’m really sorry if I made you feel that way. That’s not what I wanted. I was j-just so horny,” she said, choking on her works. “It‘s all these little girls around here. They drive me crazy. I just love girls your age. I think they are so hot. I just couldn’t help myself.”

Tiffany looked up at Laura and waited for her to continue.

“When I saw you sitting all alone yesterday you looked like you could use a friend, and I just wanted to be your friend, at first. Then as we were playing in the water and I keep looking at you I just couldn’t help it. I wanted to show you how girls make themselves feel good and have you help me feel good too. But don’t feel ashamed, Tiffany. You didn’t do anything wrong,” Laura said.

“I know. I liked being with you last night, Laura, because you made me feel good. I guess I just got kinda scared when you hurt me,” Tiffany said.

“Oh, when I popped your cherry? I’m so sorry about that. I kept thinking about that all last night after you left. That was very wrong for me to do. I took something special from you that wasn’t mine to take…” Laura broke down in tears.

Tiffany watched her sob and put an arm around her. Laura wiped her tears away and went on…

“When I was your age, my uncle molested me. He would come into my room at night and pull my panties down and look at me when I was asleep. I know because I would wake up sometimes when he did it. I always pretended I was still asleep, though,” Laura said, sniffing the tears away.

“Then one night he started touching me while I slept, or pretended to sleep. It felt kinda good and I liked it. So I started looking forward to his visits.”

Tiffany sat mesmerized, listening to Laura’s tale.

“One night he came in and took my panties off and started to finger me. I was really wet and enjoying the feeling when he caught me pretending to be asleep. He asked me if I liked the way that felt, and I told him I did. Then he said since I enjoyed it, we would have to put something bigger in there. I was scared because I knew he meant his cock. I told him no, that it would hurt, but he didn’t care and he forced himself on me. It hurt so bad and I cried and cried. But he didn’t care. He told me not to tell anyone, because I liked it too and I would get in just as much trouble.”

Laura went on.

“He went away after that, moved to a new town and I never saw him again. I decided then that didn’t like boys and never wanted to be with one. I started liking girls, especially ones my own age, and that stuck with me because here I am seventeen and I still like girls that are twelve or so. That’s it, Tiffany. I can’t tell you how sorry I am for taking that from you last night. I just hope you will forgive me and understand.”

Tiffany felt sad after hearing Laura‘s story. She understood now. “I’m so sorry about what happened to you, Laura. I do forgive you.” They held each other, crying for a while.

Finally Tiffany said. “I still want you to be my friend, Laura.”

“I’m glad, Tiffany. I would have understood if you didn’t. But since you do, I feel relieved. Thanks for listening to my story, it was good to finally get that off my chest,” Laura said.

Tiffany smiled. She liked Laura and felt like they had bonded on some level. Tiffany felt like she wanted to be with her again like last night. She was just too shy to say anything right now.

And as if Laura had read her mind she said, “Tiffany, if you want to come over to my tent tonight, you can. I understand if you don’t want to, and we don’t have to do anything but talk.”

“I’d like that, Laura. I’ll come over,” Tiffany said.

That night, Tiffany snuck out again. And they did talk for a long time. Tiffany told her about the feelings she was having about other girls. About her nice neighbor Susan, and her best friend Erin. Laura told her she should see if Erin felt the same way, that maybe they could become real girlfriends. Tiffany liked the idea.

Soon the talk turned to sex, and Laura and Tiffany began to kiss and touch each other. But it was not like last night, it was slower and softer and more gentle. Laura showed her so many different ways to touch herself, showed her around her body. Laura called it a “Feel Good Tour,” and boy, did it feel good! She showed Tiffany how to do oral sex, or as Laura had called it, “snacking on your muffin.” Tiffany thought that was really funny. And she really enjoyed doing it, too!

They continued their exploration of each other’s bodies late into the night. Just before dawn, Tiffany went back to her cabin and crawled into bed. She didn’t cry herself to sleep this time, but fell asleep feeling the best she had since she got here.

Laura hung out with Tiffany a lot for the rest of her stay. They had become close friends, and Tiffany would miss her when she went back home.

They managed to sneak away together for one last time…

They lay there talking afterward.

“I’m really gonna miss you, Tiffany,” Laura said.

“I’m gonna miss you, too,” Tiffany replied. “I’m so glad I met you, and you showed me all those cool things to do.”

“I’m glad I met you too, Tiffany. You’ve made me pretty happy the last couple weeks. I feel like I’ve made a true friend,” Laura said.

They hugged each other closely, cementing their bond of friendship forever.

“I hope you come back next summer, Tiffany. I really want to see you again,” Laura told her.

“I want to see you again too, Laura. I’ll try and come back next summer.”

They exchanged phone numbers and addresses, with the promise to keep in touch no matter what.

“We better get back to camp,” Laura said. And they walked hand in hand down the path, back to the cabins.

Tiffany left the next day. She was sad at leaving Laura and they had a tearful goodbye. As she sat on the bus heading home, Tiffany felt like a new girl. She was happy she met Laura and ended up having the best time at summer camp. She couldn’t wait to get home and see Erin and show her what she had learned.

Tiffany looked out the window as the camp receded in the distance, and smiled.

Tiffany loved summer camp.

Continue on to Chapter 5

By Michelle

It had been a week since Erin and I returned from the beach. And in that week we had shared each other’s company intimately, many times. Our lovemaking sessions had grown more erotic and fulfilling for both of us. Erin was turning into a fully sexual being.

And quite an insatiable one at that!

Erin had left late last night, well, later than usual. Her mother always wanted her home around eight or so. She had left at nine in a hurry, after realizing what time it was.

“Mom’s gonna kill me!” she had said, dashing out the door and blowing me a kiss. “See ya tomorrow!”

I woke at about eight o’clock in the morning. The sun was shining and the birds singing, reflecting my mood. I was shining and felt like singing. I showered, got dressed and made coffee and headed off to work.

Returning home after work, I was looking forward to Erin’s visit. I knew she would be over soon and couldn’t wait to get my hands on her. My God, I was horny!

I poured a glass of wine and went upstairs to change. I slipped out of my skirt and put on a long t-shirt. I decided to leave my panties off, they would be off soon anyway, I thought.

I heard a knock at the door. I walked downstairs and opened the door. To my surprise it was Carol, Erin’s mom, standing there.

“Hi, Carol. What a pleasant surprise,” I said “What can I do for you?”

“Oh, not much, just wanted to chat. I could use some company right now,” she said looking me over. “Is this a bad time?”

“No, not at all. I just got off work and was relaxing with some wine. Would you care for a glass?” I said.

“Yes, I would. That would be great. I really could use some wine right now,” she replied.

She looked a little out of sorts, like she had something on her mind. That kind of worried me. She was wearing a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. Her eyes were puffy like she had been crying.

We walked in and she sat on the couch. I went to the kitchen and poured her a glass of Merlot, topped mine off, and returned, joining her on the couch.

“Here you go,” I said, handing her the glass.

“Thanks,” she said taking the glass from me. She drained half of it quickly and set it down on the end table.

“Thirsty?” I asked.

“Stressed is more like it. And, and…,heartbroken.” Tears welled in her eyes.

“What’s the matter?” I asked with concern in my voice.

“Last weekend when I went out of town — my emergency, you know,” she sniffed back some tears. “ I went to see a friend. A special friend. She really needed me to be there for her.”

She? A special friend? Was Carol a lesbian? This is a curious development, I thought.

“Go on Carol,” I said.

“Anyway, we had a great weekend together, one I really needed. You see…” She hesitated. “ I have been working my ass off lately, the girls are great, but I just need to get away sometimes. You know, fulfill certain needs.” She blushed, grabbed her wine glass, and drained it.

She took a deep breath and went on. “ Anyway… like I was saying. We had a great weekend together, but today she called and told me… told me, that we couldn’t see each other like that anymore. That the long distance wasn’t working and she had met someone else.” Carol broke down in tears, sobbing.

I took her in my arms and let her cry herself out, her head on my shoulder. Huge sobs wracked her body. I patted her back, telling her I was so sorry.

After a while, when her sobs subsided, she leaned back on the couch and looked at me.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I didn’t mean to break down like that. I-I-I just need someone to talk to about this, and I figured you might understand.”

“Sure, Carol. It’s alright. I understand. I’ve kept free of relationships because the heartache isn’t worth it,” I said, thinking what a hypocrite I was. Shit, I was in love with her daughter. Talk about a complicated relationship!

I stood up and took her wine glass. “Here, Carol, let me refill that for you.”

“Thanks Susan,” she said as I walked in and got us both refills.

I returned and handed her glass over. She looked a little more relaxed and was leaning back on the couch. She took the glass and sipped, slowly setting it down as I joined her.

“So, your friend. How long have you been together?” I asked.

She sighed. “Off and on for a few years now. After my husband left us, she was there for me. Eric left about a year after Jamie was born, she doesn’t even remember him. Erin was about four at the time. She missed him for a while, but got used to him not being there pretty quickly. Terri was about ten, and she was devastated. That bastard broke her heart.”

“That’s sad,” I said sipping my wine.

“I met Julie soon after he left. Things just kinda happened between us after that. She made me realize that I didn’t need men in my life to feel fulfilled. You know what I mean, Susan?” she asked, moving closer to me.

“I do. I haven’t been with a man since college, and I don’t miss them at all,” I replied.

“So, any special ladies in your life right now?” she said smiling.

My thoughts shot back to last night, and Erin.

“Um… no. Not right now,” I lied, blushing.

“I see,” she said. She must have sensed my reluctance to talk about it, because she changed the subject.

“So Susan, how’s Erin been treating you? She’s not too much of a bother, is she?” she asked.

“No, she’s been fine. Good company and a hard little worker,” I replied. I found myself growing nervous, wanting to steer the conversation away from Erin, not knowing if my face would give away my feelings for her.

Carol laughed. “I think she has a crush on you.”

It was lucky I wasn’t sipping wine when she said that, or I may have spit it up.

“W-why do you say that?” I stammered.

“Oh, you are all she talks about. Susan this, Susan that. Says how pretty you are. Talks about how much she likes hanging out with you. It’s kinda cute.” she said.

“Oh… I see.” I laughed nervously.

“It’s normal for girls that age to get crushes on older adults, especially someone they look up to.” she said. “I don’t see any harm in it.”

“Um, well… if you think she is spending too much time over here, I can…”

“Nonsense. She’s likes you. I’m sure she’ll get over it soon, anyway. You know how kids are.” she said. “And besides, I can see why she could get a crush on you. You are very attractive. Very.” As she said this, she leaned forward and placed her hand on my thigh, squeezing softly.

I blushed. “Oh…well, th-thank you, Carol,” I managed to stutter out. The contact of her hand sending shivers through my body. I blushed a deep shade of red.

“I mean it,” she said, leaning forward to me. “In fact, I’m having a hard time keeping my hands off you right now.” She smiled seductively and leaned in closer, her face inches from mine.

I was breathing heavily, my nipples growing hard. Her eyes focused on mine. I blinked slowly. I felt myself drawing closer to her. She was sending off such intense feelings of seduction. I felt helpless to her desires. I looked shyly into her eyes, my lips parting slightly

She drew closer, her lips brushing mine, her hands snaking around my waist. She pulled me into her embrace and kissed me full on the mouth. I shivered and moaned softly. I opened my mouth to receive her eager tongue. Her kiss became more intense, more wanting, more needing. I wrapped my arms around her and held her as our tongues intertwined.

“Oh god, Susan!” she moaned into our kiss. “God, I need this. I need you!”

I was speechless and held in her spell. I could feel her wants and needs radiating from her warm body. I felt my pussy begin to leak, my arousal complete. Her hand moved from my back and began to squeeze and pinch my nipple through my thin t-shirt, her tongue dancing with mine. She moved her hand from my breast and down my side to my thigh, pushing my shirt up to expose my soaking pussy for her. Her hand slid up my thigh and made contact with my dripping pussy.

“My god, Susan… you’re drenched!” she exclaimed.

“Uh huh,” I managed to say between kisses.

“I think you had better show me your bedroom, before we ruin your couch.” she said, laughing. “Take me there now.”

We stood slowly and I felt my knees weaken. I fell against her. She supported me and guided us away from the couch.

“Up here, I assume?” she said pointing to the stairs.

I managed to nod. Words escaped me.

“Come on, honey. I’ll get you upstairs.”

She led me up my stairs and to my bedroom. I followed like an obedient child. She sat me on the bed while grasping the hem of my t-shirt and pulling it up as I lifted my arms to allow her to finish undressing me. She gazed hungrily at my now naked body before her.

“Lay back, Susan,” she said as she began to disrobe, pulling her t-shirt off and sliding her sweatpants off.

I complied, laying back and parting my legs. My body was on fire. I felt guilty, like I was cheating on Erin, but I knew there was nothing I could do. I was totally under her spell.

She finished pulling her panties off and joined me on the bed taking me in her arms. Her hands grasping my breasts, tweaking my nipples. Her tongue probing my warm mouth. My arms entwined her as she rolled on top of me and positioned herself between my open thighs. As her wet pussy made contact with mine I felt a new intense wave of arousal course through my body. I felt totally in her control.

She was nuzzling my neck now, her husky voice in my ear telling me how much she needed this. How much she wanted this. How good I felt under her. She was grinding her soaking pussy against mine, thrusting in a growing steady rhythm. I began gyrating back against her thrusts. My body tingling with impending orgasmic waves. Like something under the surface of the water, waiting for just the right moment to break surface.

She took my hands in hers and raised them over my head increasing my feelings of submission to her needs. I could feel her juices mingling with mine, dripping down my cheeks soaking the sheets beneath us.

She raised up and leaned back sitting on her knees. She looked down at me as I lay there arms above my head writhing in ecstasy. She moved forward straddling my face. Her wet pussy inches from my lips. I raised my head slightly as she pushed her sopping pussy to my mouth. My tongue instantly shot out of my mouth and made contact with her wet slit, snaking between her lips and probing her slick walls.

“Oh god Susan… Yes!!” she screamed. “That’s it. Lick me. I want your tongue deep inside me!”

Her musky juices began flowing like a river coating my face with her warm honey. I eagerly lapped at her pussy, poking my tongue deeper inside her. I reached behind and took her firm ass cheeks in my hand, squeezing and pulling her even closer. My tongue made contact with her swollen clit. She shuddered and moaned loudly. I began to suck it deep inside my mouth, teasing it with my tongue.

My own pussy was afire, throbbing with every beat of my heart. My clit was yelling for attention.

“Oh my god, Susan!” she yelled. “That’s it baby, suck my clit! Mmmmmmm… yesssssss!” she hissed.

I looked up at her from between her legs. She had her head thrown back and was panting deeply, her chest heaving. The hard points of her nipples jutting out. She leaned back and placed a finger to my dripping slit. Electric shocks flew through my body. She brought her finger to her lips and tasted my nectar.

“Mmmmmmm, I think it’s time.” And in an instant she had turned around and buried her face between my open legs. She pressed her pussy back to my face. I began to lap at her again, my tongue flicking her throbbing clit.

Her tongue now made contact with my clit. I felt my juices squirt out as she expertly teased my clit and probed my pussy with her finger. My body was trembling. My heart felt as if it would burst out of my chest. I grabbed her ass cheeks and squeezed bringing moans of pleasure from her. As I kneaded her cheeks my thumb brushed her pink anus and applied pressure. She began to finger me faster, slipping another finger inside as she suckled my clit.

“My god, Susan… you’re so tight.” she said around her mouthful of my pussy. She began to finger me faster, harder, probing deep inside me. I was on the verge of an intense orgasm. I felt it build inside me. So close now, so close. I sucked her clit deep inside my mouth. Her nectar was gushing out in waves and her body began to tremble. She was close too.

Then the wave of orgasmic pleasure swept us away. Out bodies trembled and shook as one as we came together. Our pussies flowing with sweet honey, we drank deeply together as the wave subsided slowly.

She collapsed on top of me as little waves of pleasure tingled through our bodies. She lay there in a heap on top of me, our sweating bodies melted together as one. At some point she turned around and took me in her arms while we rested quietly. Breathing deeply. Fulfilled and satisfied in the afterglow.

“My god, Susan… that was amazing!” She said finally. “ I never thought another woman could make me cum like that.”

“Well, you weren’t so bad yourself.” I giggled. “I think I’m going to have change these sheets, they’re soaked.”

We both laughed hard, our bodies shaking. I felt my bladder calling for attention.

“I need to pee or these sheets are going to get a lot wetter.” I said laughing.

She released me from her embrace and I slipped out of bed. She gave me a little smack on the butt. “Hurry back sweetie, I don’t think I’m through with you yet.” she said grinning mischievously.

“Yes ma’am!” I said looking over my shoulder as I hurried to the bathroom.

As I sat on the toilet I tried to sort through the feelings I was having. I had just had sex with a very beautiful woman, a woman close to my own age. It was fantastic. Her hands and tongue had expertly brought me to a wonderful orgasm. But I felt guilty. I thought of Erin and the times we had made love. I loved Erin. I loved her heart and soul, yet I had just had sex with her mother and fully enjoyed it.

My god! I thought. How much more complicated could this possibly get?

I finished my business and returned to the bedroom, expecting to find Carol laying there with that hungry look in her eyes. Instead she was standing in the middle of the room, a look of concern on her features, holding something small and white. Something with little pink flowers on it. My heart sank and my eyes widened at the sudden realization of what she held.

“Care to explain how a pair of Erin’s panties wound up tangled in your sheets?” she said, her voice slow and steady.

Oh My God I thought. Erin left in such a hurry last night she forgot her panties. Left them where I removed them last night, in my bed.

“Um…I…um…” I stuttered. My face giving away my guilt.

“Are you fucking my little girl?” she asked. “No, don’t bother answering, your face says it all.” she said moving closer to me as I backed up against the wall.

“I d-don’t know what to s-say.” I said in a quiet voice. Tears welling up in my eyes.

She stepped forward slapping my face hard and grabbing my shoulders. Her face inches from mine.

“She’s ten years old! She’s a little girl! How could you do that!” she screamed and began shaking me.

Huge sobs shook my body. My face stung from her slap, tears rolling down my face.

“She’s just a little girl! Just a little girl! I trusted you! Let her go to the beach with you! How could you do such a thing…” she yelled.

“I love her!” I yelled back through my sobs. “I have been in love with her since I met her! She is the most important person in my life! I love her with every fiber of my being!”

She looked long and hard into my eyes. Her expression turned from rage to disappointment, to understanding.

“How long has it been going on?” she asked her voice steady.

“For a few weeks now. But we didn’t go all the way until we went to the beach for the weekend.” I said sobbing.

Carol shook her head. “I should have known. The signs were all there. I thought she just had a crush on you, but now that I think about it, she has acted like she’s in love.”

Carol sat on the bed. I walked over to her and sat next to her. Tears still running down my face.

“I’ve never seen Erin like this before. She has been happy and giddy most of the time. She doesn’t fight with her sisters, does her chores without being asked, I can assume just so she can hurry up and come see you.” Carol said. “Do you really love her? It’s not just lust and desire… for a child?”

I nodded my head. “Yes I do love her. More than anything else. I have never had feelings like this about little girls before, never touched one before. I struggled with these feelings for so long after meeting her. Kept telling myself it wasn’t right. But we seemed to connect and I‘ve been lonely for so long. I can’t explain it. I have never forced Erin to do anything she did not want to do.” I said sniffing.

She looked at me long and hard. I sat there trembling.

“Oh Susan… this really makes thing difficult for me. I don’t know what to do. Should I call the cops? They’d lock you up and Erin would be heartbroken. Not to mention traumatized by a trial and all the other crap that goes with it.” she said.

“W-what are you going to do?” I said as I felt my life going down the toilet.

She sighed. “Nothing. Erin is in love with you and you are in love with her. I believe you when you say that. I can see it in your eyes.” She reached out and took my hand.

“Besides, when I was twelve, an older woman showed me around my body. I found the experience to be… well, informative. She never hurt me and helped me sort through feelings I was having at the time,” she said, her features changing to a wistful remembering look. She smiled softy.

“So… you’re alright with all this?” I asked in a quiet voice sniffing back my tears.

“Well, it’s going to take some getting used to. But as long as Erin is happy, that’s all that matters.” She smiled and took my hand in hers. “At least I know my daughter has good taste in women,” she said with a grin.

I squeezed her hand tightly in mine and smiled back at her. I felt as if a huge weight had been lifted from my chest. I felt elated and relieved. Moments ago it seemed my life was over and now I was soaring on a high I could not put into words.

“Just one thing,” Carol said with a serious look in her eyes. “Promise me you will not hurt her. Don’t dump her if you meet someone else. And if Erin decides it’s over, then it’s over. She is a young girl and her feelings may change at some point. If they do, you need to let go. Understand?”

“Yes Carol. I promise. I will never to anything to harm that precious little angel. I love her more than I can express. But if she decides she wants out, although it will break my heart, I’ll let her go.” I said quietly.

She looked at me with her piercing green eyes. “I believe you, Susan,” she said as she reached over and hugged me tightly.

“What about what happened here between us today?” I asked.

“I’ll speak with Erin tonight. Tell her I know about you two and we talked about it. I’ll let her know to keep it between the three of us. I’ll tell her we had sex and explain it was just something that happened. I’ll tell her that you really do love her, and I’m okay with you two being together.”

“Do you think she’ll understand, about you and I having sex?” I asked.

“I don’t know. She is pretty smart for a kid. I think she’ll be okay with it. She might be a little jealous, but I‘ll smooth things over. I know my child pretty well.” she replied.

“Thank you, Carol. This whole thing has my head reeling. I don’t know what to say about it all,” I said.

“Well, it’s been kind of weird for me too. An couple hours ago I was heartbroken. Then we had sex and I felt fabulous. Moments ago I wanted to choke you and now I’ve just said it’s okay for you and my ten year old daughter to have a sexual relationship. How’s that for a weird day?” she said, smiling.

“This certainly counts as a weird day in my book too, Carol. But I’m glad it’s all out in the open now. And I’m happy you’re okay with it. And I will say I’m relieved you don’t feel like choking me either,” I said, giggling.

“Tell you what, Susan. I do get kinda horny now and then and if you and Erin are okay with it, I wouldn’t mind spending a little time alone time with you on occasion. How’s that sound to you?” she said with that hungry seductive look in her eyes.

I looked at her blushing. “I’m sure we could work something out.”

She reached out and touched my thigh smiling. “Well, since I haven’t talked to Erin yet, why don’t we work something out right now.” She reached out and took me into her arms. I melted into her embrace as she drew me back down on the bed.

She left several hours later.

******

I awoke the next morning. I was exhausted. Carol and I had made love so many times before she had left. That woman had wore me out. I lazily pulled myself out of bed and walked naked to the kitchen to put some coffee on. I walked back upstairs and slipped into the shower. It felt fantastic, letting the warm water run over my tired body, revitalizing me.

I stepped from the shower, dried myself, put on a robe and went back downstairs to the kitchen. The smell of coffee filling the room. I poured a cup, thought about getting ready for work when I realized it was Saturday. I sighed deeply. Good. I didn’t think I could concentrate at work anyway.

As I sat there sipping my coffee I heard a familiar knock at the door. Erin. I could tell her little knock anywhere. I got up and walked to the door. I had butterflies in my stomach. I knew Carol had spoken with Erin and was concerned how she had taken it. I opened the door and Erin came bursting in.

“Oh Susan!! Isn’t it wonderful!” she exclaimed as she threw her arms around me.

“I take it you and your mom had a little chat.” I said.

“Yes, she told me everything. How you and her did it, how she found my panties in your bed,” she giggled and blushed. “She told me that you and me could be girlfriends and she didn’t care!” she said excitedly.

“You don’t care that me and your mom had sex?” I asked.

“No…she was lonely and she said it was something that just happened. I really don’t mind because I know you love me and I love you, and… and… and… oh Susan… I love you so much!” Erin said hugging me tightly.

“I’m so glad you understand Erin. I was worried you might be a little jealous,” I said. “What happened between your mom and I was special, but you are the one I really love.”

“I know you do and I love you so much.” Erin said.

We walked over to the couch and sat down. Erin was dressed in her little jeans skirt and a blue t-shirt.

“So what do you want to do today, sweetie?” I asked.

Erin grinned mischievously. She reached down to the hem of her skirt and pulled it up revealing her bare pussy. The little imp wasn’t wearing panties. She grinned, batting her eyes.

“I decided to leave my panties at home today. That way I wouldn’t forget them,” she giggled.

“Why, you little devil!” I exclaimed. “You got me in trouble forgetting your panties the other night!”

She giggled. “But if I hadn’t mom wouldn’t have found out and she wouldn’t have said it was ok for us to be together,” she said, grinning.

“I suppose it worked out for the best, but still, you naughty little imp. You should wear panties when you are out in public,” I said laughing. “Besides, it’s always fun for me to take them off of you.”

I reached over to her and began tickling her sides. She giggled and squirmed. We wrestled around a bit before I pulled her over my lap.

“I think someone needs a few smacks on the bottom to remind her about leaving her panties behind,” I said laughing.

“Oh no!” she giggled. “Please…” giggle, “Don’t spank me!” She looked up over her shoulder at me, smiling broadly.

I flipped her skirt up and gazed down at her squirming little bottom on my lap. I smiled enjoying the sight of her soft round bare bottom. The sight sending waves of arousal through me.

I gave her a few light quick swats on her bottom. She giggled and squirmed around, grinding into my leg. The contact of my hand on her bottom sent jolts of electricity to my clit. Erin seemed to be enjoying it as well. With each swat on her bare bottom she would grind harder into my leg. She parted her legs, kicking playfully, giving me a glimpse at the cleft between her legs. I could smell the familiar scent of her arousal, increasing mine as well.

She looked at me from over her shoulder. Her face was flushed with desire. I left my hand resting on her warm cheeks, caressing them softly. They had turned a nice shade of pink and looked so cute.

I looked in her eyes, she in mine. I smiled. She smiled. It was time.

I lifted her off my lap and stood her before me between my open legs. She pulled her shirt off while I unsnapped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. I gazed at her naked body before me. Taking in every familiar detail. I opened my robe, exposing my naked body to her. She leapt on my lap straddling me and we began to kiss, our tongues probing each others mouths.

Our hands were a blur over each other’s bodies. I was gripping her little cheeks in my hands, kneading and caressing her butt while she grinded the hard tiny points of her erect nipples into my soft breasts.

Then suddenly… a knock at the door. We looked at each other, eyes wide.

“Erin, quick… get up. Run upstairs!” I said.

Erin leapt off my lap and ran up the stairs. Her little bare bottom jiggling. I jumped up, kicking her clothes under the couch, pulling my robe around myself.

I walked to the door and looked out the peephole. I couldn’t see anyone. I opened the door slowly and peeked my head out.

Tiffany jumped into view.

“Surprise!” she said smiling broadly. “I’m back!”

By Marie LeClaire

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in August 2008 }

You must have read about it, because it made headlines in our newspaper and even CNN news. “Woman Doctor Accused of Fondling Young Female Patient,” it said. Although she wanted it as much as I did, and there was no proof so they couldn’t press charges, the hospital let me go.

I had a little money saved, so I decided to try the business world. Although medicine had been my life up to this point, I thought, since I liked clothes, to open a dress shop, which I could run alone. I stocked fashionable dresses, casual wear, and lingerie, and sold them at reasonable prices. It took time but I built up a reputation of giving good value for the prices I charged, and I gave each customer personal service.

Since being let go by the hospital, and my new shop, I didn’t have time to form any new relationships with other women, so I had to be satisfied with my fingers and vibrator. It also helped to fantasize after seeing a young customer undressing.

Saturday started the same as any other. Some regular customers, or some passing trade and the window shoppers, who tried everything on, then bought nothing.

I was tidying up after one of these at about 4 PM, when this very attractive woman of about thirty-five came in accompanied by a pretty young girl of about fifteen. I judged they were mother and daughter, and left them to look in peace.

I couldn’t help noticing how attentive they were to each other, holding up dresses and pointing out different outfits. They looked so attractive and so happy, I felt a pang of envy. I went over to them and introduced myself, “Hello, I’m Doctor, err Marie LeClare,” I said, “I own the shop. Can I help you find something?”

“I’m Tammy, and this is my daughter, Jena. We’re looking for a new dress for Jena, something sexy for a party we’re giving this weekend.”

“First let me look at you, Jena,” I said, “I need to get an idea of what will suit you and what your size is.”

Jena turned and walked up and down like a model, so that I could have a good look at her. I felt my cheeks flush, as I realized what a beautiful sexy girl she was.

Women had always attracted me sexually, and this girl was something special. She was tall and slender, but with a curvy figure, and a nice tight ass. Her blonde hair framed the sweetest innocent face. As she noticed me staring, she smiled widely. “I think I’m going to enjoy this, I can’t think why we haven’t been here before.” She laughed.

Tammy looked on indulgently. I thought she wouldn’t have been so content if she could have known what I was thinking about her daughter, and how I’d like to make love to her.

However she suddenly spoke. “Marie, I just noticed it’s getting close to closing time. I wonder if we could impose on you to stay open a little longer. I promise we’ll buy something. Would you mind us staying for a while?”

“Of course not,” I replied. “That way I can spend some time with you both and you can choose something really special.” I went across to the shop door, locked it and pulled down the blind as I put the CLOSED sign on the door.

Thank you so much,” said Tammy, “Now we can relax and enjoy ourselves, knowing we will not be disturbed.”

Jena had been looking at the clothes on display. She picked out two dresses to try on, and went into the changing room. I stood beside Tammy’s chair. “Jena wants to make an impression at the party,” said Tammy. “I want her to have something especially sexy.”

“I am sure she will be spectacular at the party,” I replied.

Just then, Jena came out wearing a mini green satin dress. It had a plunging neckline and the skirt was split to the thigh. She looked ravishing, and I felt another flush as I saw the upper curves of her breasts and the long muscular legs from her ankles to her hips.

“That looks lovely,” said Tammy. “Except that I can see your bra straps.” She turned to me. “Do you think Jena should wear it without a bra, Marie?”

I swallowed, “That would be best, I agree,” I said. “Underwear always spoils the line.” The mere thought of seeing her in that dress without a bra made my mouth water, and my pussy moist.

I was startled to hear Tammy say, “Marie, would you be a dear and help Jena to get the right look. Don’t bother with the changing room. It’s only us here.”

I dazedly found myself going over to the sexy teenage girl, stood behind her and with trembling hands, undid the zip at the back of the dress and let it fall to the ground. The girl stood there in front of her mother and me in just bra and pants. “Now take off her bra, please, Marie,” suggested Tammy.

I released the hooks between her shoulder blades and taking a deep breath, I let it go. Her flawless back was in my sight, the skin creamy and smooth.

“Now the panties, Marie.” Tammy obviously hadn’t realized the effect her daughter was having on me. I bent and slipped the panties down, to find a perfect little round ass inches from my face. Did I detect a faint musky scent?

“Turn around, darling,” Tammy told her daughter.

My hand flew to my mouth to stop the gasp I couldn’t help making. They both laughed to see my reaction. “It is okay,” said Tammy, “She always has that effect on people who see her body for the first time. Isn’t she the most perfect thing?”

And she was. Even in front of her mother, I couldn’t risk losing this chance to inspect this beautiful teenage girl’s body. I let my eyes travel over the young girl-flesh. The tiny pink feet, slim calves and long smooth thighs. A perfect triangle of silky fur, a flat belly with its dimpled bellybutton and two wonderful high firm breasts. Her nipples were brownish pink and puffy and I could only imagine what they would look like when her excitement made them erect, and how they would taste. This lovely body was crested by a wonderful virginal face.

As I stood there staring with my mouth open, Tammy said, “Jena, darling, I think Marie likes you!”

That ironic remark broke the ice and we all laughed. “Now try the dress, dear.”

I helped Jena to put the green satin on again. She certainly looked more sexy without underwear, but there was still one thing missing. Did I dare mention it? Did I have the nerve? What would they think? Throwing caution to the wind, I decided to try.

“Tammy,” I hesitated, then seeing the mother’s encouraging smile, “it would be even more perfect if her nipples were erect!”

“Of course, how clever you are, Marie,” she agreed, and told her daughter to play with her nipples to excite them.

“Oh, Mom,” Jena said, “You know it is more exciting to have someone else do it for me. Couldn’t we ask Marie to?”

Tammy turned to me, pointed at Jena and said, “Do you mind?” In no way did I mind.

I went behind the young girl where she was standing, facing a mirror. I saw my own hands slipping under her arms and the fingers slowly moving up to the mounds under her dress. I was just about to cup her breasts when I heard Tammy’s voice. “No, Marie, take the dress off first.”

I swallowed nervously, beads of perspiration appearing on my forehead. This was rapidly getting out of hand. I released the zip and the dress fell in a puddle around Jena’s feet.

Now I was standing behind this gorgeous girl looking at her totally naked body in the mirror. Once again my hands crept around the slim body and this time I cupped the perfect flesh of her breasts in my waiting hands. I weighed them in my hands. They felt so firm and heavy. Jena leaned her head back and I gently kissed her smiling lips.

She responded by slipping her tongue into my mouth. I realized how hungry I was and how long it had been since I had had sex, except of course for my vibrator or fingers.

Now overcome with lust, I grabbed her nipples between my fingers and thumb and pinched, pulling and twisting them as my lust built.

Our kiss went on and on. I forgot about the mother watching me enjoying her daughter, all I thought of was my own passion. Oh, how I wanted that girl.

Suddenly I heard a soft clapping. I remembered where I was and let the body in my arms go, thinking to myself, I’m really going to go to jail this time. What’s the penalty for lesbian rape? I wondered.

But then I saw the proud smile on Tammy’s attractive face. “Why don’t you lie down together on the couch?” she suggested. “You would both be much more comfortable there.”

I took her daughter Jena by the hand and led her over to the couch I keep for customers. Gently I laid this beautiful baby girl down and knelt beside her. Tammy moved her chair to come and sit beside us where she could see every detail of our passion.

My inhibitions gone, I again touched her pouty lips with mine, then traced the outline of her lips with the tip of my tongue before I penetrated her warm mouth.

As our tongues danced, I allowed my hand to drift to her breasts and played with her nipples. Breaking our kiss, my mouth and tongue explored her silky neck. My tongue licked a path to her breasts, leaving a little wet trail as my hand caressed her tummy. As my mouth found her little nipple I allowed my tongue to lick in a little circle around it while my hand played with her other nipple, running my fingernail across the tip. Opening my mouth, I sucked her nipple into my mouth and nursed like a baby.

Dragging my teeth on her little nipple I heard her soft moans, and knew where my mouth was headed next.

Kissing and licking under her breast, my mouth continued to explore her soft tummy until it found her sexy belly button. Since I’ve always had a fetish for tummies, I paid homage to hers with a passion, fucking her belly button with my tongue as my hand crept down to part her beautiful legs. I was oblivious to everything except to taste her young pussy, so my tongue continued to explore more until it found her mound, and then her wonderful pussy. Stopping for a moment to breath in her wonderful scent, I kissed her pussy through her tantalizing fur.

As my tongue licked her delicate folds, my hands caressed her inner thighs. She was so hot and wet and so was I.

With my thumbs I parted her pussy lips so I could lick her inner pink lips, before plunging my tongue in deep to probe her pussy walls. Then I licked in a little circle around her hood and clit, sucking hard to free her clit from its protective covering. Cupping my tongue, I drew her clit into my mouth as I allowed my middle finger to enter Jena’s pussy, finger fucking her as I sucked on her little swollen clit like a straw.

I was surprised to see Tammy’s hand caressing Jena’s perfect breasts. Nodding in approval, she had hiked up her own dress and was madly finger fucking herself as she watched us in our passion.

“Yes, fuck her, Marie, make my darling cum,” Tammy said. By this time Jena was squirming in ecstasy.

As I tongue fucked her, I reached my fingers to her swollen little clit and patted it quickly.

She came in a gush, bathing my face with her sweet honey.

As I sat back I saw that Jena and Tammy were kissing passionately as Tammy continued to finger herself, moaning her orgasm into Jena’s mouth.

Now I finally understood their relationship.

Since I had enjoyed the session so well, I couldn’t resist giving Jena the green satin. I wanted her to look her best for the party they were planning.

As they were preparing to leave Tammy said, “We’re going to be steady customers,” and Jena said, “Oh yeah.”

Little did I know when the two new customers walked into my shop that day that my life was about to be changed. I now have several new friends, due to them, and often visit their homes.

By mom.anne, with JetBoy

After getting the girls up and dressed, I took them to my sister’s. I had arranged for them to spend the night. They had cousins there that were close in age, and they always had a good time. I then drove directly to the Sharff home.

I knocked on the door, the DVD I had made in my hand. Emily’s daughter Kim answered the door, and she called for her mother.

Emily was in a robe, with wet hair. She had obviously just stepped out of the shower. In an angry tone, I told her there was something I needed her to see. Kim, sensing my tone, started to leave the room. I told her that she should see what I had too. I went to the TV and put in the DVD. I told Emily and Kim to sit on the couch, then turned it on.

Emily appeared on the screen, talking to Kori in my living room. Immediately, Emily cried “Oh God, no! Turn it off!” and quickly moved to the TV. I stepped in front of her and told her to sit down. Kim looked scared and looked back and forth between the TV and her mother. The picture switched to Emily walking into Amy’s room. I looked over to Kim who was watching her friend masturbate for her mother and her mother stripping naked, and then rubbing herself.

“Mom,” Kim said. “I don’t understand. When… how… Mom?”

Emily was sobbing, head in her hands.

“Didn’t you know that your mother likes young girls? She looks at pictures of you in your underwear on the computer. She even sneaks into your room at night when you are asleep and pulls down your pants so she can see your little pussy. She wants to play with your body, just like she played with Kori and Amy. Emily, isn’t that true?”

Emily, while still sobbing, nodded her head yes. I did not have to add that I now had unlimited power over her. She knew.

“Would you like to see your sexy mother naked, just like Kori and Amy have?” I asked.

Kim did not know what to say. I could tell she was getting excited by the sex on the TV, but it was her mother, her own mother, who was doing these bad things with her friend and her friend’s little sister.

“Yes, okay,” Kim responded.

“You heard her, Emily. Get naked.”

Emily dropped the robe she was wearing and removed the panties, leaving her completely nude. Her large breasts, about 38C, were sagging slightly, and she did have the belly of a woman in her thirties. Her pussy was shaven completely, and her outer lips were clearly visible.

Her daughter stared at her mother, naked in front of her, then looked back to the TV. On the screen, her mother was now licking and fingering her daughter’s friends.

“Do you just like young girls, or do you also like adult women?” I asked.

Emily responded quietly “I like both.”

“Good, that’s what I was hoping.” I said, and pulled up my skirt, showing Emily that I was not wearing panties, and sat down next to Kim. I motioned Emily to her knees and brought her head between my thighs. Emily began to lick me. I looked at Kim and she had stopped looking at the TV altogether, instead watching her mother eating my pussy.

I looked at that innocent face, watching her mother eat her best friend’s mom. I thought of all I had done with my children since that fateful day in the park. I should be shocked and upset at the changes in me. Instead, there was a feeling of peace and freedom. I was where I was always meant to be. It all felt so right.

I put my arm around Kim and with my other hand lifted her chin. I kissed her, and slowly she began to respond. My hand went under her shirt to feel her lovely budding breasts. They were larger than Amy’s, with bigger nipples, but she was still a little girl.

I pushed her mother away and stood up. I began to remove my clothes and ordered Emily to strip her daughter. I explained that since she molested my children, I was going to do the same to hers. All she would be able to do is watch.

When Kim was naked, I had her mother sit in a chair across the way with her legs spread. I sat down with Kim standing in front of me. She was beautiful, a child just on the beginning of her journey to womanhood. Her breasts were lovely little mounds, topped with puffy nipples. She had a perfectly flat tummy, and her little hips were just beginning to flare. Her slit was topped with only a few little hairs.

I realized then that while there was eroticism in making love to your own children, there was something special about someone else’s child, one whom you had never seen nude. This was special. This was wonderful. I understood why Emily was so aroused by my Amy.

My hands reached out to caress her breast buds, as she kept turning around to look at her mother as if to get permission. Her mother said nothing but had a hand between her legs, masturbating. I picked up Kim’s panties and handed them to her. “Go put these in your mother’s mouth.”

A smile spread across Kim’s face. She went over and put her soiled panties in Emily’s mouth. When she came back she was different, more eager. She understood that getting permission from her mother was no longer necessary. Mommy would accept anything I said, and that allowed Kim the freedom to enjoy herself.

She straddled my lap and kissed me full on the mouth. I kissed her back, my tongue in her mouth, my hands wandering over her little tits and bottom. With the way she was sitting, I could even use my fingernail to tickle her asshole.

I laid Kim down on the couch and started to cover her with kisses. I started with her forehead, then her nose, cheeks and chin. I kissed her neck, and her shoulders. I kissed all over her swelling chest and finally reached the nipples. I kissed further down to her tummy, where I tongued her little belly button. By this point I could smell the arousal coming from her pussy. I kissed the little hairs on her mons, then spread her legs wide. I kissed her lower lips, and then began to lick.

As she came closer to orgasm, I reached up and started to caress her breasts as I licked. She came hard, and started shaking before I stopped.

Soon Kim lay dozing on the couch, and I turned toward Emily. I called her over and took Kim’s panties out of her mouth. I kissed her hard, and she kissed back.

Kim awoke as her mother and I were kissing, and tried to get up. She said, “I have to go to the bathroom.”

I looked hard at Emily. She froze, but then slowly nodded her head. She pushed her daughter back on the couch, and covered her pussy with her mouth.

I gazed into Kim’s eyes, now wide with surprise. “Now, pee!” I said.

Kim was confused at first. She was not sure she heard me right, so I repeated it. I saw her try to relax, and then I noticed Emily swallowing fast. Kim was filling her own mother’s mouth with piss. My right hand immediately went to my pussy, while my left hand went to Emily’s. We came together as Kim finished.

After resting together for about ten minutes, I told Emily we needed to set up some rules from this point forward, knowing that I had control of them both.

Emily agreed, but added, “Now I need to show you something.”

We walked over to the computer, and after a few seconds of Emily opening up programs and files, a video appeared on the screen. It was me walking into the house, approaching the DVD player, and ordering them to sit on the couch. I looked into the living room, and saw that they had cameras hidden as well.

Emily fast forwarded to me licking her daughter, and said, “It seems like we have each other over the same barrel, but I would like to make a suggestion. It seems fair to me that when we are here, you are in charge, and when we are at your house, I am.”

I did not need to think about it. It was a wonderful solution. I nodded, and we kissed, our naked bodies making contact with each other yet again.

“And I promise you this,” she said, “I won’t be the only mom drinking from her daughter.”

*****

NOTE: When this delightful story first appeared at Leslita, there was an extra character in it — Alex Scharff, husband of Emily, who has sex with the narrator’s daughter Amy. Not long after it was originally posted, I worked up a slightly altered version of the story for my personal collection, removing Mr. Scharff. Since we at Juicy Secrets like to keep the heterosex down to a bare minimum, I asked mom.anne if she was okay with us posting this lesbian-only edition of “The Unmapped Path.” She graciously agreed, but insisted that I share credit for the story with her. So I’ve honored her wishes, though I want to make it crystal clear that I am very much the second banana here. “The Unmapped Path” is mom.anne’s creation, I only moved the furniture around a bit. 

– JetBoy

 

By Jeneee

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in January 2010 }

There was a promise of spring in the air that Saturday afternoon in late March. The sun shone brightly, causing a slight glare to shimmer from the surface of the freshly flooded neighborhood ice rink. Children of all ages dressed in a wide range of colorful outfits were out taking advantage of the good weather, the younger ones somewhat hesitant as they cautiously tested their shaky skating abilities, while the older, more experienced kids confidently sped around, gliding and zigzagging between the slower children, sometimes coming dangerously close to bumping into one or more of them in their haste to show off their prowess to their friends. Invariably someone would fall onto their knees or rump, then struggle to pull themselves up again before another skater could run into them. Here and there an occasional adult skated alongside children, holding their hands and lending encouragement as their little boy or girl slowly developed the confidence to eventually try to go it alone on the slightly intimidating ice.

Thirty-one year old Marcie Johansen had taken a break from her writing — she was currently working on a new novel for children — to get a bit of exercise that afternoon. She had just finished lacing on her skates when a commotion developed at the end of the rink closest to her.

Quickly looking over, she saw a young girl who had obviously taken a spill, lying on the ice and crying while holding her leg. A sheepish looking older boy of about fourteen, who had apparently knocked her down, was trying to help her up again, but without much success.

Marcie quickly skated over to the group that now surrounded the little girl and knelt down beside her to see how badly she was hurt and what she might do to help the poor kid up onto her skates again. “What happened, sweetie?” Marcie asked her tenderly. “How badly are you hurt? Can I help you back to your feet?”

“He bumped into me and I fell down… and my leg — it hurts,” the little girl sobbed, tears continuing to run down her cheeks causing Marcie’s heart to go out to the sweet child.

“Show me where it hurts, honey,” Marcie urged her as she looked up at the teenage boy with a frown. “You need to be more careful,” she scolded him. “You could really injure someone, speeding around the ice like that.”

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled and then turned, seeming eager to skate away and join his friends. “I didn’t hit her hard, really. I don’t think she’s hurt that bad,” he said over his shoulder. And then he was gone.

Marcie looked back at the little girl, who appeared to be about eight years old, and took hold of one of her hands, asking her if she thought she could stand. At that moment, however, another woman arrived in a hurry, spraying powdery bits of ice all over Marcie as she screeched to a stop, pushing her out of the way and quickly leaning down over the child.

“What happened, baby? Are you all right? My God, I knew I shouldn’t have left you alone!” she cried in a panicky voice.

“I’m fine, Mommy. Some boy knocked me over and my knee hurts a bit, but this nice lady came over to help me. I think I can get up if you hold me,” she sniffled.

Between the two of them, Marcie and the girl’s mother were able to pull the little girl back onto her feet so she could test her leg. As other skaters continued to fly by, the two women were able to help the limping child over to the side of the rink where she cautiously sat down on a bench and rested while her mother carefully rolled up the leg of her pants to take a closer look at the injury. Her knee was swollen a bit, but otherwise she seemed undamaged.

“Is it okay with you if I check it out?” Marcie asked. “I’m trained in first aid.”

The girl’s mother nodded, and Marcie carefully proceeded to run her hand gently up the girl’s leg starting at the ankle, marveling at the smooth texture of her skin while gently squeezing until she reached the child’s knee — at which point the little girl winced.

“It’s probably just a bit of a knee sprain,” Marcie offered. “The rest of your leg seems fine, sweetie. Once you get home a little ice should help reduce the swelling, and you’ll be as good as new tomorrow,” she confidently told the girl with a smile as her mother started to roll down her pant leg.

“Thanks for all your help,” the mother said to Marcie. “I’m sorry I pushed you away at first but I thought it might have been you who knocked her over,” she added, apologetically. “I had to leave her by herself for a few minutes to use the washroom and she insisted she’d be fine until I got back. She skates pretty well, but I guess accidents can happen, especially on such a crowded rink as this one is today. By the way, my name is Kat,” she said, holding out her hand.

“Nice to meet you, Kat,” Marcie smiled. “I’m Marcie. And I suppose you’re Kitten, right?” she joked, looking at the little girl, who was now able to manage a giggle, her bright blue eyes beginning to shine in the sunlight as she started to recover from her little mishap.

“How did you know?” she replied, grinning. “That’s what Mommy calls me sometimes. She’s the cat and I’m the kitty. My real name’s Lara, but you can still call me Kitty if you like.”

“Lara is a pretty name for such a pretty girl,” Marcie told her, bringing an even broader smile to the little girl’s face as Marcie reached out her hand to shake Lara’s.

The young girl had a sweet, heart shaped face framed with wavy blonde hair clipped over her dainty ears with pink barrettes. Her lips were full and her cute button nose was adorable, as was the tiny dimple on the point of her chin. Her cheeks were now flushed from the skating she’d been doing and, all in all, she looked to be a perfect picture of radiant health.

“Thank you, Miss Marcie. You really think I’m pretty?” Lara asked, her face flushing even more, her hand still clasped in Marcie’s.

“Of course you are, my dear,” Marcie assured her, glancing over at Kat. “And I’m sure your mom’s told you that, too, hasn’t she?” she added with a smile.

“Well, she’s my mom, so she’s s’posed to say things like that, huh?” the little girl giggled.

“Lara!” Kat sternly exclaimed. “Don’t be so precocious.”

“What’s that mean?” Lara asked her, a puzzled look on her face.

Her mother laughed. “You can look it up in the dictionary when we get home. Oh, and don’t you think you should let go of Marcie’s hand now? You’ve been holding on to it like it’s a lifeline or something.”

“Oops, sorry,” the child blushed, hastily taking her hand back. “I… I didn’t realize.”

Marcie smiled at her. “That’s okay, honey. I was just passing some magic healing energy over to you, so your knee will get better faster,” she told the little girl, winking at her.

“Was that part of your first aid training, too?” Kat asked, with a knowing smile on her face. “Or is that something you just reserve for pretty young girls?” she couldn’t help but add — hoping she wasn’t being too forward, but thinking that she’d sensed a little more than just a good Samaritan interest in her daughter from Marcie.

At the same time, however, she found Marcie to be quite attractive herself. Kat judged her to be a few years younger than she was, with dark, shiny hair and deep brown eyes that were quite appealing.

Kat had been separated from her husband for over four years, the divorce being finalised only months ago, but she hadn’t been the least bit interested in trying to start a relationship with another man. In fact, she’d recently discovered — re-discovered, really, she corrected herself — an attraction to those of her own sex.

As with many young girls, her first sexual awakening and subsequent explorations had been with a much older girl, a college student named Brenda who had been her regular babysitter. Kat often found herself remembering the tender, loving moments they had shared together. They had been neighbors from when Kat was four until Brenda moved away to another city, after she graduated.

Brenda was a lovely but shy teen who never dated, even though she was frequently asked out. People in the area had been puzzled as to why such a beautiful, intelligent girl seemed to have no interest in boys. As it turned out, Brenda was only interested in girls… and her first tentative explorations of lesbian love were with Kat, the little girl she babysat.

Such lovely times they had enjoyed together as their curiosity led them to moments of sweet intimacy, taking their clothes off in the privacy of their bedrooms and playing games of exploration and discovery, exchanging kisses and touching one another. By the time Kat was eleven and Brenda twenty-one, their private play time had progressed to sharing passionate French kisses while they fondled each other to orgasm… or as Kat always thought of it, “super time.”

When Brenda had moved, theirs had been a tearful and heartbreaking farewell, followed initially by frequent letter writing lasting for several months, but after a while this had slowed down as both of them started to develop new friendships and eventually lost touch with each other.

Even after such a long time, however, Kat still experienced an old familiar tingle in her tummy and between her thighs in bed at night as memories of those sweet times with Brenda returned. Now she felt stirrings of new desire as she watched the subtle interplay between her daughter and this attractive stranger, who had taken the time to lend a bit of comfort and encouragement to Lara.

Kat’s reverie was interrupted by Marcie telling them that, since Lara now seemed to be on the mend, she ought to go back on the ice and get the exercise she’d promised herself before once again returning to her work.

Experiencing a momentary pang of disappointment, Kat quickly thanked her once again for her help and, reaching out once more to grasp Marcie’s hand, told the smiling woman that it would be nice to see her again.

“Yeah, Mommy!” exclaimed Lara, tugging at her mother’s coat. “Why don’t we invite her to dinner?” She turned to her new friend. Would you please come, Miss Marcie, please? Then you can check on my leg again,” she pleaded, smiling hopefully. “Or maybe give me more of that magic healing,” she added with a giggle, looking back at her mother. “Can she, Mommy? Can she come home to dinner with us?” the child begged.

Kat shrugged, a little surprised at the bond that seemed to be developing between her daughter and Marcie, but at the same time feeling a slight surge of warmth in her tummy. “Well, honey, that’s up to Marcie. She may be a busy lady, you know. And we don’t know… she might have a husband or a family of her own to look after,” she explained to Lara, her heartbeat accelerating slightly as she turned to look at Marcie for a response.

Marcie smiled and thanked them both for the invitation. “No, I live alone. Just me and my kitten,” she laughed. “Yes, I have a kitty of my own to keep me company. She’s only six months old, but she thinks she owns me.”

Lara giggled. “That’s funny, Mommy. You and Miss Marcie both have kitties.” She turned back to Marcie, grinning hugely. “You can bring your kitty with you if you like, when you come to dinner,” the little girl urged her new friend, eager to convince her to join them.

“I’d better not, sweetie. She’d just make a pest of herself.” Looking over at Kat, she added, “I’m not sure I can make it tonight, though. I’d like to get some skating in this afternoon before it gets too late and then I should really get home and shower, and then get back to work.”

“You have to work on a Saturday night?” Lara pouted, unable to hide her disappointment. “What do you do?”

“Well, I kind of work for myself, by myself, sweetie. I’m a writer, you see, and I’m almost finished with a new novel which is just about to reach the climax — that’s the important part of the story,” she added, in case the young girl didn’t know what she meant by ‘the climax.’ I just have a few more little details to work out in my head, so I thought I’d go skating for a bit of exercise. I know it sounds funny, but I tend to be able to work things out better while I’m skating. So I’ll more than likely be ready with some ideas to put down when I’m finished here. But what about tomorrow, would that work?” she asked, and immediately saw a big smile break out on Lara’s face.

“Yes, yes, that’s perfect, isn’t it Mommy?” Lara asked Kat, almost pleadingly.

“We’d be happy to have you,” her mother responded with a smile. “Could you come, say, around five?”

“That would be great. Thanks again. I’m so glad to have met you both,” Marcie told them, warmed by the happy look on Lara’s face.

The two women exchanged telephone numbers, Kat gave Marcie their address, and it was all settled.

After saying their goodbyes Lara and her mother watched Marcie make her way back on to the ice and skate around for a few minutes, then changed into their boots and left. Lara walked with a slight limp but was already feeling better, especially now that Marcie had agreed to come to visit them.

“She’s really nice, isn’t she Mommy? And I don’t mean just because she told me I’m pretty,” Lara giggled. “But I think she’s pretty, don’t you?” she asked, peering up at her mother.

“Yes, I do,” Kat agreed, already feeling stirrings of excitement over the possibility of getting to know Marcie better. “She’s very pretty. Just like you!” she added with a wink, reaching over to grasp her daughter’s hand. “Come on, kitten,” she laughed. “Let’s get you home and put some ice on that knee.”

*****

Marcie spent the next hour wearing herself out, skating around the rink until she was almost ready to drop. As the afternoon wore on the skaters thinned out a little, giving her more room to move – which was just as well, because she was locked in thought about the final section of her novel, as well as feelings of anticipation for dinner the next day with her new friends, so she wasn’t paying much attention to her surroundings. She barely avoided several collisions, earning Marcie glares of annoyance from some of the slower moving skaters. Much to her chagrin, she almost ran into the young boy who had knocked Lara down. That near miss caused her to decide that enough was enough, so she quickly left the ice, took off her skates and started for home.

Relaxing in the shower was her first goal when she reached her apartment and Marcie luxuriated for several minutes in the hot spray of her vibrating showerhead as she soaped her tired body and shampooed her long, dark, wavy hair. After drying herself she slipped into her robe, made herself a strong mug of coffee and returned to her computer with fresh ideas to build into the final chapters of her novel.

Marcie typed furiously for close to an hour, tying up several loose ends she had left dangling before going out to skate — ends that had slowly begun to weave themselves together as she whirled around the ice. And as she finished the next-to-last chapter, finally logging off her computer and preparing for bed, she knew she would sleep well that night.

And sleep well she did, although her dreams throughout the night were an odd combination of characters from her novel blending together with Lara and her mother, and as dreams often do, they flitted from one crazy scenario to another without regard for logic of any kind.

In this one particular dream Lara’s knee had swollen so badly from her fall that it had torn through the material of her pants which Marcie and Kat had furiously pulled off the poor little girl as she lay squirming in pain on the ice, dressed only in pink panties.

The first aid Marcie rendered consisted of firmly rubbing Lara’s mound through her panties with the palm of her hand repeating “This will make it feel better, Kitty,” over and over again until Lara had an immensely powerful orgasm; at which point the swelling of her knee immediately disappeared while at the same time the child’s panties became soaked and transparent, clinging to her smooth vulva like a second skin.

Lara’s mother was so relieved to see the swelling go down that she hugged Marcie whispering “magic powers, magic powers,” into her ear and then kissing her hard on the mouth, pressing their bodies together.

Marcie awakened suddenly with the echo of this phrase still ringing in her ears, trying to hug the now non-existent body of Kat tightly to her.

“Damn, what was that all about?” she muttered to herself, quickly opening her eyes to the reality of daylight streaming into her room through the partially closed blinds. Finding she’d become sexually aroused by the dream she quickly began to caress her already wet pussy, eventually bringing herself off to visions of the soft, smooth skin of Lara’s leg dancing through her mind.

As she came back down to earth, happy thoughts of both completing her novel and the anticipated evening with her new friends — at least one of whom she now realized had aroused her in a somewhat sensual way — flitted through her head. She crawled out of bed and headed to the bathroom giggling as she thought to herself, Well, one great climax deserves another, I suppose.

After breakfast, she spent most of the day going over final edits of her novel and preparing the manuscript for submission to her publisher. Then she fed her kitten once more and started getting herself ready for that evening’s dinner with her new friends.

Continue on to Part Two

By Jeneee

At a few minutes after five Marcie knocked on the front door of an impressive looking house in the suburbs — about a twenty minute drive from her downtown apartment – holding a bottle of Shiraz in one hand and a box of chocolate candy in the other. She had parked in the driveway in front of a two car garage next to a late model Lexus, giving her the impression that her new friends seemed to be fairly comfortable, at least financially.

A beaming Kat opened the door and welcomed her into the front hallway as a voice from inside cried out, “Is it her, Mommy? Is Miss Marcie here?” and Lara appeared, running toward them with a big grin on her pretty face.

“Yes, it is you!” she cried, flinging her arms wide as she reached Marcie and throwing them around her waist.

“Well,” Marcie replied, drawing back and looking down at the little girl, “it looks like someone’s knee seems to have healed itself pretty quickly.”

“It was your magic powers that did it!” Lara giggled, looking up adoringly at Marcie’s face.

Kat helped Marcie remove her coat. “We put some ice on it when we got home like you suggested and then again before she went to bed, and when she woke up this morning, the swelling had completely disappeared.”

Marcie’s mind momentarily flashed back to her dream, recalling the delicious sight of Lara’s soaked panties clinging tightly to her smooth vulva. She caught herself blushing when her eyes automatically lowered to the front of the flowing white dress the little girl was now wearing — the hem of which left much of her slim, coltish legs on display — imagining what delights lay underneath…

Snapping herself out of this erotic reverie, she quickly handed the box of candy to Lara and the bottle of wine to her mother.

“A little something for each of you,” she told them, as if these gifts would relieve her conscience of the powerfully erotic thoughts that Lara seemed to generate in her mind. Marcie had known she was a lesbian since her early teens, and had been intimate with more than a few female lovers over the years, but this was the first time that a girl of Lara’s young age had evoked such feelings within her.

“Oh, you brought us presents,” exclaimed Lara, shaking the box Marcie had handed her. “How did you know I love candy?” she squealed, with a delighted smile.

Her mother laughed. “More of her magic powers, honey,” she told her daughter, winking at Marcie, then examining the wine. “This looks wonderful. Shiraz is my favorite,” she grinned. “Thank you so much, Marcie.”

“I think she’s magic all over,” laughed Lara. “She can probably tell us what you’re making for dinner, too, can’t you, Miss Marcie?” she asked, peering over at Marcie with a sly look on her face.

Marcie laughed. “I’m not that good, sweetie. But it sure smells great,” she added, sniffing the air. “And by the way, Lara… you don’t have to call me Miss Marcie, you know. It’s not like I’m your teacher. You can just call me Marcie, okay, hon?”

“Okay, Marcie,” the little girl replied, clearly pleased. “But I wish you were my teacher anyway.”

Kat laughed at her daughter and commented, “You just want to be teacher’s pet, you little devil,” she teased her.” Then, reaching to take Marcie’s hand, she added, “Come on in and make yourself at home,” leading her into a nearby sitting room with Lara following closely behind. “Dinner will be ready in about half an hour… meanwhile, how about I open this bottle of wine you brought so we can have a drink first?”

“Me too, me too,” Lara eagerly chanted to her mom who was reaching for a corkscrew. “Can I have some wine too, Mommy?”

“I’ll get you some juice instead, honey,” Kat laughed.

“But Mommy, you’ve let me have wine before,” Lara pouted. “Why can’t I have some now?”

Looking over at Marcie somewhat guiltily Kat said, as if to explain, “Well, that was a special celebration, sweetheart. That was different.”

“But Mommy, this is a celebration too! Marcie helped fix my leg, so why can’t we celebrate that?”

Marcie smiled. “I won’t feel any less of you, Kat, if you let her have a little sip. So don’t feel you have to stop her on my account. As a matter of fact I have some friends who have wine with their dinner on weekends and include their kids.”

“See, Mommy? She’s not going to tell on you,” Lara chirped gleefully.

“Well, all right then, just a little taste,” Kat agreed, and finished removing the cork from the bottle of Shiraz.

“So… what was the other special celebration?” Marcie asked, curious.

“Oh, when my divorce became final last year,” Kat replied. “It was such a relief to get it all over with that a couple of my girlfriends threw us a small party… and my little Kitty devil over there managed to swipe a glass of Cabernet when nobody was looking.”

Lara giggled. “And it was good, too,” she said, licking her lips as her mother now poured a small portion into a wine glass and set it down on the table beside the couch Lara was settling onto, daintily tucking both legs underneath her. “Just like this is going to be,” she added, picking up the glass and making a big show of taking a sip, holding the stem daintily between her thumb and forefinger.

“That’s not polite, Lara. You should wait for our guest before you start drinking, you little lush,” Kat scolded her. “Anyway, I’d like to propose a toast first,” she added, raising her glass toward Marcie. “Here’s to our new friendship. Welcome to our home, and thanks once again for coming to Lara’s rescue yesterday and making her knee better so quickly.”

“And for your magic powers!” cried Lara, giggling, standing up again and clinking her glass together with her mom’s and Marcie’s.

Lara’s mother sat down next to her little girl while Marcie settled herself in a cozy armchair across from them.

“So, how is your book going? Did yesterday’s skate do what you’d hoped it would?” Kat chirped.

Yeah,” added Lara. “Did you, um, reach your climax okay?”

Marcie nearly choked on her wine at that question and felt a wicked urge to answer, Yes, in more ways than one.

Kat couldn’t help grinning at the double meaning of Marcie’s words. Lara obviously didn’t understand, but from Marcie’s reaction Kat knew it hadn’t escaped her, and she winked at their visitor who, once again found herself blushing.

“Um, yes, the skating really did help yesterday, and the work went really well, thanks for asking. I should finish the book next week,” she told them, a big smile on her face.

“Oh goody, Marcie! When can we read it?” Lara asked excitedly. “Can we buy a copy at the store soon?”

Marcie laughed. “Well, sweetie, it usually takes quite a while for a book to reach the stores. It probably won’t be available until the fall sometime, I’m afraid.” Lara made a long face. “But you won’t have to buy one. I’ll give you a copy myself, and I’ll even autograph it for you if you like.”

Lara squealed in delight. “Oh thank you Marcie! That will be so awesome, won’t it Mommy?” And she jumped up and ran over to their new friend, landing in her lap, throwing her arms around Marcie’s neck and planting a wet kiss on her cheek. Luckily, Marcie had already placed her glass of wine on the end table beside her chair before Lara jumped on her, otherwise there would have been a real mess to clean up.

Once again, however, with the young girl nestled cosily in her lap, Marcie felt that familiar erotic feeling returning, aided in part by the contact now inadvertently made between the soft, smooth skin of the little girl’s thigh and Marcie’s left hand, which had automatically grasped Lara as she’d landed on her. Her flowing white dress had now crept upward revealing her panties – and yes, they were pink.

Just as they were in my dream, Marcie thought to herself, already experiencing a deep throbbing between her legs. How could this be happening? Why is this little girl making me feel so aroused?

Kat was just about to scold her daughter again for being so invasive when Lara surprised both her and their guest by asking, “Marcie, would you please check my knee again? It feels better, but I just want to make sure it’s okay to skate on.” And she stretched her leg up in front of Marcie’s face, which also had the effect of tightening the front of her panties against her vulva, revealing the contours of the child’s sex in all its glory before Marcie’s hungry eyes.

She couldn’t resist staring at this treasure before her, a fact not lost on Kat, who now realized for certain the effect her daughter was having on their new friend… furthermore, she felt herself becoming strangely aroused by the situation.

This is crazy, Kat told herself. This woman is clearly sexually attracted to my little girl — and not only does it not bother me, I’m getting turned on!

Then Kat recalled her own sexual awakening… how sweet and loving Brenda had been to her when she was only nine. Wouldn’t a warm, affectionate woman like Marcie be a wonderful first lover for her little girl?

That’s a weird way of thinking, Kat told herself, but somehow it makes sense. It’s just that… well, I want Marcie myself!

“Please?” Lara, asked again, as Marcie hadn’t yet responded to her request. “Please, can you use your magic powers to make sure my leg is okay?” she almost begged.

Kat smiled at the thought that now it was her daughter who seemed to be using her magic powers at the moment, if she only realized what she was doing – to both of us, she thought.

Suddenly remembering the dinner cooking in the kitchen, she forced herself from the couch, saying, “I’d better go check on the food while you two play nurse and patient. Otherwise we’ll need magic powers to save dinner.” And she left the room, winking at Marcie as she passed by the cozy couple on the armchair.

Once again, Lara gazed lovingly up at Marcie and waggled her leg in front of the older woman again as if to say, Come on, what are you waiting for? Then the little girl sighed contentedly, rested her head back on the arm of the chair and closed her eyes as she felt Marcie’s hands gently grasp her ankle and squeeze.

Slowly, ever so slowly, those wonderful hands worked their way up Lara’s leg, pausing here and there to apply a little more pressure as if to detect any weakness in the muscles of the pretty limb.

“Mmm, that feels so good,” murmured Lara as Marcie’s hands slowly massaged their way toward the young girl’s knee.

Marcie again marveled at the soft, silky-smooth texture of Lara’s skin, almost mesmerized by the erotic act of caressing a beautiful little girl’s leg.

As she reached Lara’s knee and prodded it a little, front and back, there was no wincing from the little girl.

“It seems to have completely healed, Lara.” breathed Marcie, utterly dazed by the intensity of her longing for this gorgeous child.

“Oh, don’t stop,” Lara smiled, her eyes still closed with a blissful expression on her face. “Please, Marcie, keep checking higher, just in case. Pretty please?”

“But…” Marcie started to protest, her eyes now glued on the girl’s prominent mound and the cleft of her slit, now made so obvious by those tightly clinging panties.

“Please check higher, Marcie. It feels so good, what you’re doing,” the child whispered, now trembling slightly, lips parted, an expression of deep longing on her pretty face.

Lara’s slim thighs, and their juncture where they met, were now like a magnet to Marcie and, almost with a will of their own, her hands continued on their slow journey upward, gently stroking the warm, smooth flesh, eliciting even more murmurs and blissful sighs from the young girl, who now started to squirm a little as Marcie’s fingers approached the top of her leg.

This has got to be arousing her, Marcie realized with amazement. And, oh my God it’s so arousing me, she added, now spying a hint of dampness appearing on the front of the little girl’s panties.

Suddenly, “Dinner’s ready, you two. Come and get it,” echoed from the kitchen down the hall, causing both of them to jump, breaking the sensual spell which had overcome them.

“Oooh,” moaned Lara, shifting a little in Marcie’s lap so that her dampening mound made delicious contact with the older woman’s hand. Instead of jerking it away, though, Marcie allowed her hand to linger for the briefest of moments, feeling the heat of the young girl’s vulva penetrating through the now wet material of her panties.

Throwing her arms around Marcie’s neck as she rose to get up, Lara kissed her on the cheek and, as she wiggled her crotch forward, pressing it against the nice older lady’s hand, she whispered, “That’s so nice, Marcie. You make me feel good.”

Unable to resist the hunger she felt, Marcie looked into the girl’s deep blue eyes, smiled, and leaned down to return the kiss, but this time on her sweet lips. “You make me feel good too, sugarpie,” she whispered back to Lara, surprising them both by briefly slipping a finger inside the young girl’s panties to caress her moist slit.

Lara’s eyes opened wide, as did her mouth, and she squirmed deliciously against Marcie’s touch. Then she briefly laid her head on the woman’s shoulder, murmuring quietly, “You really are full of magic.”

“Well, isn’t this a cozy scene,” said Kat, who had peeked into the room from the hallway and seen enough to know what had been keeping Marcie and her little girl. “Didn’t you hear me?” she laughed. “Dinner’s ready. Or aren’t you hungry?”

Lara jumped up, her dress falling back into place, and giggled at her mother. “Yes, yes, we’re hungry!” Seizing Marcie’s hand, she pulled her new friend up from the armchair. “Let’s go eat, Marcie. Wait ’til you see what Mommy’s cooked! You’re gonna love it.”

Kat cast a sideways glance at Marcie as they walked toward the kitchen, wondering to herself if there might be something special on the menu for dessert… a treat enjoyed in the bedroom, rather than at the dinner table.

The meal was delicious. Kat had roasted a plump duck to perfection, serving it with a yummy orange sauce, roast potatoes and yams, along with creamed corn and green peas. With a tangy Caesar salad to start, loaded with anchovies and bacon bits, it was a meal fit for royalty, impressing Marcie to no end considering the quick and dirty pasta dishes she was used to cooking for herself. More wine complemented the meal, and among the three of them they soon managed to empty the bottle and start on another from Kat’s well stocked wine rack.

Marcie noticed how the little girl’s ‘giggle rate’ had increased as the meal wore on, undoubtedly inspired by her libation. The child’s sweet, beautiful face glowed with excitement. Kat was also full of smiles and didn’t seem the least concerned with her daughter’s slightly intoxicated condition.

Several times during the meal the spaghetti strap of Kat’s dress slipped down from her shoulder, baring more of her breasts than was originally intended by the designer. After fixing it a few times, she eventually gave up and left it down. Finally, as she was passing a roll across to her daughter, the nipple of one of Kat’s breasts appeared, at which point Lara crossed her arms in front of her chest and in an almost scolding tone said, “Mommy, your boobie is showing.”

Marcie couldn’t help herself. She laughed outright at the tone of the young girl, quickly joined by Kat, resulting in the other strap of Marcie’s dress to slip from her shoulder, this time exposing both of her breasts.

“Mommeee, now you’re half naked!” Lara shrieked, suddenly jumping up from her chair, scrunching her legs together and holding her crotch. “Ooooh… I gotta go pee,” she announced in a panic. And off she ran.

Still laughing, Kat adjusted her dress a little to conceal her nipples, but not before Marcie got another eyeful. “She’s in a lively mood tonight,” she laughed.

“Yeah,” replied Marcie, “but I think the wine helped a little too, don’t you?” she added, smiling at Kat.

“You really like her, don’t you?” Kat asked Marcie, looking closely into her eyes. “I mean, you really like her.”

Marcie blushed once more, feeling caught in the act. “Well, she is rather… irresistible, and…” she stammered.

“…sexy?” Kat finished for her, raising her eyebrows.

Before Marcie could come up with an appropriate response, as if to put her at ease, Kat quickly pushed back her chair and walked over to her, putting a hand on her new friend’s shoulder. “I don’t mind, you know,” she softly said. “I’ve seen the effect she has on you. I even noticed it at the ice rink when you were tending to her knee, but…” and then she leaned down even more, once again putting her breasts on full display right in front of Marcie, “…you have to take both of us as a package deal.”

Marcie gaped at the woman, her heart racing.

“You see,” Kat continued, “I like you as much as you seem to like Lara, and I just know she adores you. She hasn’t stopped talking about you and your magic powers since we got home yesterday. And I was watching the two of you from the door before dinner when you didn’t come after I called, and…”

“You s-saw? I was, um, checking out her leg for her,” Marcie interrupted, somewhat guiltily.

“Uh huh,” Kat giggled, “right up to the top of her thigh?” She reached out to lightly caress Marcie’s face. “I saw you touching the front of her panties. Were they wet? The way she jumped up and pulled down her dress, and the flushed look on her face… well, let’s just say that I could see what was going on between you two.”

“I d-don’t know what to say… I swear to you, I’ve never done this k-kind of thing before…” Marcie stammered.

Kat continued, as if Marcie hadn’t even spoken. “She does masturbate herself in bed at night, you know. I can hear her little moans sometimes and I sneak to her door for a peek. She really had a go at herself last night, too,” she grinned. “I think this lady she met with magic powers really inspired her.” She winked at Marcie, suddenly reaching down to cup her new friend’s breasts through the front of her dress. Marcie felt her nipples harden beneath Kat’s caress.

“I’m not upset about you being attracted to Lara, you know,” Kat continued. “Thinking of you and her together brought back memories of me when I was young. I had an older babysitter who taught me when I was Lara’s age, and we loved each other dearly. Well, I haven’t lost my desire for female companionship, and I think you and I could, well, you know… be close too. Like this…”

She leaned down to Marcie’s face and kissed her gently on her lips, squeezing the woman’s hard nipples through the material of her dress. Marcie hadn’t worn a bra and Kat’s touch was exquisite. As Marcie found herself respond, the sound of little feet padding on the floor and drawing up beside them reached her ears, and both she and Kat realized Lara had returned to catch them in the act.

“I think Mommy likes you a lot,” Lara told Marcie as the two women hastily pulled apart. “Don’t you, Mommy?” she continued, a big smile on her face. “Well, I do too, so can I kiss you again, Marcie, like we did before?” Without waiting for an answer, she quickly climbed onto Marcie’s lap, straddling her, and threw her arms around the older woman’s neck.

“Talk about competition,” Kat laughed, leaning against the back of the chair as Lara pressed her lips to Marcie’s, almost taking her breath away. Once again, the child’s cute dress had climbed above her slim hips and Marcie, who had automatically grasped the little girl as she jumped on her, now found her hands cupping her tender bottom. Knowing Kat was watching closely, she squeezed the pert globes gently as the little girl continued kissing her, now more earnestly, squirming against Marcie who was rapidly becoming aroused by the little bundle on her lap.

Unable to resist, she slid both hands underneath the material of Lara’s panties and for the first time felt the silky, soft smoothness of her sweet little rump, her fingertips slipping between the two soft mounds to softly probe the young girl’s rosebud.

This new feeling brought a low moan from Lara who pushed down harder against Marcie’s fingers to intensify the new sensations that were overcoming her. Marcie caressed the child’s anal cleft, then her fingers slowly began to travel the short but delicious distance toward the plump lips of her treasure, now wet from the little girl’s arousal.

The feeling of Marcie’s fingers on her pussy caused Lara to moan and throw her head backwards, closing her eyes while squirming even more vigorously to the woman’s touch.

Seizing the opportunity, Kat immediately replaced her daughter’s lips with her own, her tongue probing deeply into Marcie’s mouth as the woman’s fingers continued to explore the moist folds and contours of Lara’s sweet pussy.

“Oh baby,” Kat moaned into Marcie’s mouth, flicking her tongue in and out in between whispers. “Does she feel good to you? Is my baby’s little pussy wet enough for you? Are you fucking her with your fingers? Yeah, do it. Put your finger inside her. Make my baby come.”

Marcie was now more aroused than she’d ever been in her life, but the confines of the chair were not exactly comfortable. “Let’s move this to your bedroom,” she whispered frantically, between kisses. “I want to make love to your little girl. Let me undress her, take her panties off so you can see how wet her pussy is. Watch me lick her sweet little butthole. Let me show Lara all the sexy things her mommy wants me to do to her. God, I’m so hot for her… and you. I want to fuck you both.”

“Oh, yes, please, please,” Kat begged. She stumbled back and grasped Lara’s hand, lifting the child from Marcie’s lap and wrapping both arms around her.

“Mommy, what are you doing? Marcie was making me feel so good,” Lara whimpered.

“We’re going to my bedroom now, sweetie. It’s more comfortable than that old chair.” She turned and led the way through the house,  Marcie close behind, smiling at Lara who was peering over her mother’s shoulder at her to make sure her new grownup friend was coming too.

As they approached the bedroom Marcie suddenly realized what it was that Kat really wanted, even if she didn’t yet know it herself. Well, she decided, it’s up to the lady with the magic powers to do something about that. And Marcie knew exactly what to do.

Kat half-dropped Lara onto the bed where the child sprawled, looking like a seductress waiting for her lover, panties pressed tightly against her mound, the dampness from the little girl’s arousal plainly visible, making them almost transparent.

“You do it for me, Kat,” Marcie demanded, suddenly deciding to take control. “Undress your little girl for me. Take off her dress and pull down her panties.”

Hesitating a moment, Kat looked at Marcie, saying, “But, I thought you…”

“I changed my mind,” Marcie interrupted, closing up behind Kat and squeezing her breasts. “I want you to undress Lara and offer her to me,” she whispered into Kat’s ears, pinching the young mother’s nipples between her thumb and forefinger. “Go on, Kat. Make her mine so you can make me yours. I know how badly you want this.”

She slipped the top of Kat’s dress down, completely baring her breasts once more in front of her daughter. Marcie reached for them, fondling the silky globes, teasing Kat’s nipples to aching stiffness.

Kat groaned as Lara looked on in wonder, feeling more and more excited as she watched her mommy’s titties being played with by their new friend. She automatically reached down to touch herself, the way she sometimes did at night in her bed. It felt better than it ever had before, almost taking her breath away. Mommy and Marcie were both watching her now. She felt naughty in a really fun way, but still a little unsure of what was happening.

“Take her panties off. Show me her precious little treasure,” Marcie murmured in Kat’s ear, trailing a hand down to the young mother’s ass, lifting the hem of her dress to cup the young mother’s pussy, feeling the wet heat that lurked beneath her thong.

“Oh, God!” Kat exclaimed, squirming under Marcie’s grasp — then whimpering in disappointment as that teasing hand went away.

“Do it,” Marcie’s voice sounded in her ear. “Take off her panties. Show me your little girl’s cunt. You want me to see it, don’t you? And so do you. You want to see your little girl naked. Now’s your chance,” she emphasized, pinching Kat’s nipple. “Do it,” she whispered, her wet tongue teasing the soft earlobe.

Lara’s eyes were huge as Mommy reached beneath her dress to gently grasp the waistband of her underpants. “I’m going to take your panties off now, baby,” Kat whispered. “We want to see your cunny. Are you okay with that?”

Lara’s heart raced with excitement. It felt so good knowing that her new special friend Marcie wanted to look at her down there. And Mommy wanted to see, too! “Uh-huh,” she breathed, lifting her bottom to make it easy for Mommy to undress her.

Kat slowly slid her little girl’s pink panties down and off, watching closely as Lara’s beautiful bottom was revealed before her eyes, the plump lips of her pussy squeezed together, shining from the dampness of her arousal. She was transfixed by the sight of Lara’s bare sex.

Kat had seen her daughter naked many times before — even as recently as two days ago, when the child emerged all pink and wet from her morning bath. But now, her view of little Lara’s nudity seemed something more, the very moment charged with eroticism.

As Kat dropped her daughter’s underpants to the floor, Lara parted her thin legs, giving the young mother and Marcie a good look at her cunny. Kat stared, feeling deep emotional stirrings she’d never sensed before… yet in some strange way, they seemed familiar.

“Touch her,” she heard Marcie say. “Make your little girl feel good.”

Lara gasped as Mommy knelt down between her spread legs and began to lightly caress her bare slit, intensifying the feelings that were overcoming the little girl.

“Oh, Mommy, that feels so good,” she moaned, closing her eyes. “Don’t stop.”

“Open it,” Marcie urged, her throaty voice indicative of her arousal. “Open that pretty, juicy little peach. Look inside your daughter’s pussy.”

As Kat obeyed once more, they both saw the full beauty of Lara’s treasure open before them. The delicate pink folds of her labia shone with dew, gleaming and just begging to be tasted. The tiny nubbin of the child’s clitoris peeked out at them from its sheath, demanding attention.

Lara’s eyes were still closed, both hands clasped tightly across her chest which now heaved in anticipation as her body tried to adjust to the lovely new feelings that were beginning to overwhelm her. Playing with herself in bed at night had never felt this good.

“Now taste her,” Marcie commanded. “Lick her sweet pussy. Slide your tongue inside her. Tell me how delicious she is. Go on — do it, Kat. Taste your daughter.”

Marcie gently guided Kat’s head down between her daughter’s legs, watching in awed silence as the young mother’s tongue took its first tentative taste of the delightful dessert before her.

As Kat began to lick her little girl more eagerly, Marcie slid a hand into Kat’s panties and found her pussy — soaking wet with desire, as she knew her own was. But her pleasure would have to wait; this was more important. Slipping two fingers inside the woman, she started to gently fuck Kat, bringing muffled moans from her, inspiring Mommy to go down on her daughter with even greater passion.

Lara squirmed under Kat’s mouth, hands grasping Mommy’s head, arching her back as she basked in the incredible feelings that were spreading through her slender body. She’d thought that her cunny couldn’t feel any better than when her new friend Marcie had touched it, but she had been wrong. Now the little girl cried out in ecstasy as her mother’s tongue continued to drive her higher and higher, rising inside until she thought she might explode.

Suddenly jolts of intense pleasure pulsed through her body. She felt on fire. Couldn’t speak. Couldn’t even breathe. But it didn’t matter, nothing did. Nothing but the wonderful feelings of love that engulfed her. And the virgin child willingly surrendered herself to the bliss, becoming a part of it. The lady with the magic powers had opened up a whole world, had shown her and Mommy a new kind of love. And with this happy realization she slowly fell into a deep, deep, dreamless sleep.

After watching her sweet little daughter come and then drift into slumber, Kat sensed her own epiphany. It was as if her eyes had been opened to feelings that had been hidden within since her little girl had been born.

Marcie’s fingers were still softly fingering Kat as she turned around to look at her new lover. My other new lover, she told herself.

“You knew, didn’t you,” she whispered. “That I wanted to make love to my child. But how could you? When I didn’t even know myself until now?”

Marcie smiled. “You gave it away when I was touching her pussy back there in the dining room, when you were kissing me, asking me if she felt good, telling me to make your little girl come for you, for us. Remember? That’s when I saw it, deep in your eyes — that you were in love with her.” She reached for Kat’s hand, gave it a tender squeeze. “As we were walking to the bedroom. I decided to get you to take over, to undress your little girl. My hope was that it would make you realize what you really desired. And yes,” she continued, placing a finger over Kat’s lips before she could reply. “You can have your package deal. I want Lara too, you see.”

“You can have her,” Kat sighed happily. “I want to see you both together. God, I’m getting wet again, just thinking about it.”

“I think I fell in love with your little girl when I first touched her beautiful leg at the skating rink.” Marcie grinned sheepishly. “I couldn’t stop thinking about her last night, even while I was finishing my novel. I want to do it all with Lara, to taste and touch every sweet inch of her. But I also love her mommy,” she smiled, leaning down to kiss Kat’s soft, luscious mouth. “So… will you take me along with your daughter?”

Kat spent the next hour answering that question, the two women engaging in passionate lesbian sex beside the slumbering little girl.

*****

It was morning when Lara awakened, finding herself naked in bed, Mommy on one side of her and Marcie on the other. Slowly, the recollection of what had happened the night before unveiled itself.

The child smiled, glowing with pleasure, slipping a hand between her legs to touch herself. Somehow she felt different, but oh, so incredibly good! She reached out to either side, feeling her naked mother and yes, her naked new friend, both still asleep. Grinning mischievously, Lara let one of her hands trail slowly down her mother’s body to the juncture of her thighs while the other caressed the soft globes of Marcie’s buttocks.

Both women awakened with contented murmurs, each rolling slowly onto one side to gaze at the little golden-haired treasure who was nestled between them.

“How is our pretty little girl this morning?” Marcie asked, kissing her on her cheek.

“Did you sleep well, baby?” Kat asked, placing her lips gently on the other cheek while sliding her hand down to cup her daughter’s mound. “And how is your little kitty this morning?” she added with a grin.

“I bet she’s purring happily, isn’t she?” Marcie whispered into Lara’s ear, sliding her hand down to join Kat’s between the child’s legs.

“Oh, Mommy, oh Marcie… it felt so good. What you did — an’ what you’re doing now, too!” She giggled. “What happened after I fell asleep, anyhow?”

“What do you think happened?” Kat asked as Lara crawled out from between them, raising her babyish body into a sitting position and stretching. “Or better still, what do you hope happened?” she added.

Lara looked at each woman in turn with such a serious expression on her pretty face that Marcie once again felt her heart reaching out lovingly to the sweet little girl. “I hope you and Mommy, you know, like, made love too. Did you, Mommy? Did you do to Marcie what you did to me?”

“Oh yes, sweetie, and more,” her mother responded.

“More? There’s more?” Lara asked, excitedly.

“Lots more,” smiled Kat, watching the little girl squirm, as she squeezed her legs together. “But don’t you think you’d better go pee, sweetie? You look like you’re about to burst.”

“Tell me when I get back, promise?” the child pleaded.

The young mother nodded, and as Lara quickly ran from the room, the two women wrapped their arms around each other and kissed hungrily, their newfound passion for each other overwhelming them both.

Marcie ended up staying for a few days, and during that time little Lara learned all there was to know about lesbian lovemaking. The package deal became a reality.

Marcie’s new novel was an artistic and commercial success — so following her book tour, she gave up her apartment and moved in with Kat and Lara. Their little family was now complete.

The End

By Little Alison

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in January 2014 }

Lynn stared at her computer screen in nervous anticipation, her fingers resting lightly on the keyboard, almost afraid to type, and ruin the moment. And this moment was when the sexy young girl she’d been chatting with the last two weeks was going to turn on her webcam and show Lynn her body.

Lynn was almost shaking with excitement and desire. She had her webcam hooked up, but hadn’t let anyone see her…yet.

So many questions went through her head. What if the girl is older than she said? What if the girl didn’t fulfill her expectations? What if it’s a guy? What if what if what if…

She glanced around her room as she heard, via voice chat, her little friend Amy, fumbling around with her cam, trying to get it going.

Lynn thought of how she had gotten here, waiting patiently in her comfy robe. It was just a odd piece of fate that led her to chat with Amy in the first place. She had decided to try internet dating after her marriage ended and the kids moved in with their dad. The men online, she quickly learned, were crude and silly and didn’t appeal to her at all. She started room hopping, just grabbing snippets of conversation from here and there.

Eventually she found herself in rooms with titles like “Moms 4 Moms” and “Div Moms for fun”. The chatting was more free in these rooms and the women listened as well and communicated. (She quickly learned the difference between the real women and the guys posing as women. Screen names with cars or aggressive animals were the tipoff.)

Masturbating while chatting with other women followed quickly, as Lynn was and always had been very sexual. She would pleasure herself while reading stories and chatting to women as sexual as she was. She hesitated at phone sex, but once she crossed that bridge, she grew to love it and found it almost essential to coming.

One phone lover turned her on to some videos featuring younger looking girls. Lynn had never thought of young girls like that, but she let her fantasies run wild and found herself devouring stories about young girls and engaging in ageplay online.

She had never orgasmed as powerfully as she did the first time a woman called her “Mommy,” during phone sex. She bucked and thrashed and almost fell out of her bed. Soon most of her fantasies revolved around being a ‘mommy’ who licked and fucked her little girl. And ‘little girl’ was becoming the key. She became fascinated by receiving pictures of young girls in sexual situations and found she was almost needing to see them sometimes.

It was while Lynn was in a room she created, “Mommy duz vyf ” when she first got a message from Amy.

It was like any other conversation she had in one of her rooms, but this one felt more urgent, almost too much so.

Amybunnie: Hi Mommy lynn 12f

MommyLynn: Hello little Bunny–36f… you are a young one aren’t you? Lynn often received messages where the woman claimed to be young, so it didn’t throw her that Amy said she was 12. Probably 40, thought Lynn.

Amybunnie: do you need a playmate

MommyLynn: A 12 year old playmate, hmmmm… sounds like it could be fun

Amybunnie: 🙂

MommyLynn: As long as you like it when Mommy comes to you at night and caresses your little legs in your bed.

Amybunnie: Oh yes Mommy, your hands feel so nice on my legs.

MommyLynn: my fingers creeping up your thighs, slowly spreading them apart… what kind of panties are you wearing for Mommy, Amy?

Amybunnie: I have on the lacy blue ones that Mommy bought for me. There’s already a wet spot on them Mommy

MommyLynn: mmm, you know what Mommy likes don’t you? I use my fingers to caress you through your panties, feeling how warm and wet your pussy is for me.

Amybunnie: Oh yes Mommy, so slick for you. you make me feel so good.

MommyLynn: leaning forward, I press my tongue onto the panties, pushing them to your warm pussy, tasting you.

Amybunnie: Oh God Mommy, I want that so much….do you skype?

MommyLynn: You want Mommy to hear you Amy?

Lynn was happy she wouldn’t have to type anymore, and could just concentrate on pleasing herself and hearing her new playmate pretend to be 12. She spread her legs and slowly traced her already wet lips with the fingers on her left hand, getting herself more aroused by her own teasing.

Quickly Amy sent Lynn the link, and soon Lynn heard the soft voice that made her skin tingle.

“Mommy, can you hear me okay?” Amy really did sound young, thought Lynn.

“Yes Amy, I can hear you fine, you sound very sexy. How old are you again?” Lynn just wanted to check.

Lynn heard giggling, “I’m 12 Mommy, just like I told you. Is that okay, do you still want to play with your little girl?” Amy’s voice had some pleading in it. And Lynn was now sure that Amy really was 12 years old.

She paused. And though she paused, she noticed that she was still running her fingers along her wet lips, still sliding along her own clit and seemed almost wetter than she’d ever been. Her head was telling her to be careful, but her body really wanted to play with this obviously real 12-year-old girl.

“Mommy would love to play with you baby,” Lynn typed slowly, deliberately, “are you alone today? Not going to get into trouble?” Lynn’s heart was pounding harder as she chatted, her fingers moving faster on her pussy, inserting and pulling out a finger to increase her pleasure.

“My mom and sister went shopping, so I have an hour or so and am so horny and want my mommy to fuck me. Will you fuck me Mommy?” Amy was breathing hard, obviously rubbing herself as well.

“Yes baby, Mommy will do everything to you.” Lynn grabbed a small vibrator from a side table, “Tell Mommy what you’re doing now… tell Mommy how you please your little pussy.” Lynn slipped the tip of the vibe into her well lubricated pussy… slowly.

“I have my legs spread for you, Mommy… I’m so wet and I’m rubbing my pussy just like you showed me to. Oh fuck Mommy, this feels so good. You want to hear it, Mommy?”

Lynn answered quickly, “Yes baby, let Mommy hear how wet your sweet pussy is.”

There was a fumbling noise then Lynn heard the unmistakeable sounds of Amy’s fingers furiously rubbing her wet pussy. Lynn turned her vibrator on and pressed it deeper into herself as she listened to Amy rubbing faster.

“That’s so good Amy, you are so hot. Mommy is fucking her own pussy for you. I wish you could see how wet you get Mommy.”

“Mommy, I want you here.”

“Amy, if I was there I’d spread those warm wet lips of yours, move my tongue up and down on your pussy, flick your hard little clit fast and hard… would you like that?” Lynn was pumping the vibe in and out fast now, she wasn’t sure how long before she exploded. She was already dripping her juices down her thighs and onto her computer chair.

“Mommy, yes, yes Mommy… I’m so close, Mommy…”

“As I licked your little clit I’d press a finger into you, letting your young pussy grip it as I pushed deeper into your body… all the while tasting your juices.” Lynn pressed the vibe against her own clit, feeling the tell tale signs of mini-orgasms roll through her body, presaging one of her massive messy wet cums.

“Oh yes Mommy… I’m gonna… ahhhhhhhhhhhh” Amy was almost screaming as she came. Lynn heard the moans and sighs and breathing that accompany an unrestrained orgasm. Amy kept going and going, so loud and trying to speak, but not making any coherent sentences.

Lynn pinched and pulled one of her nipples as she pressed the vibe firmly to her engorged clit. “Oh fuck Amy . . .” As if shocked, Lynn bounced and moved and rocked in her computer chair, her hand, though weak with the spreading super-orgasm, keeping the vibe firmly in place. Every moment seemed to bring her a higher level of orgasm and she didn’t even care that she was being very loud.

In the middle of her thrashing about, she heard Amy encourage her, “Mommy, come for me, come and let me taste it.”

Her chair was soaked and her nipple sore by the time she came down from the incredible orgasm. Lynn slowly caressed her chest, stomach and outer lips as she tried to recover, avoiding her clit, as it was far too sensitive.

The next few minutes of chat was filled with heavy breathing, repeated “Oh my god”s, and affirmations of how great it was. Finally Amy managed a full sentence.

“Mommy,” she began, still slightly breathless, “I have to go. My mom will be home soon and I have to get my homework done or she’ll be mad.”

Shit, thought Lynn, she totally forgot Amy actually had a real mom and real life other than just being a lovely plaything! Again, a bit of uncertainty crept into her mind about playing with her. But quickly it was overshadowed by the recent memory of their fun.

“Amy, that was fantastic. You go and do what you have to and don’t get into trouble… unless it’s with me.” Lynn and Amy both laughed.

“I want to do this a lot.” Amy said, impishly.

“Me too, Amy,” Lynn responded, “every day works for me.”

They both laughed and said their goodbyes.

Amy, to Lynn’s astonishment, kept showing up online and they played at least every other day, with Amy and Lynn playing out every fantasy they could think of.

Then came the day that Amy suggested they video chat. And that had Lynn nervous all over again. Nervous but excited.

The screen went from black to a picture and Lynn finally got a view of what Amy looked like.

“Oh my,” Lynn sighed, “Amy, you’re… gorgeous…”

Continue on to Chapter 2

By Little Alison

Amy and her body filled the screen, and Lynn stared, just taking it all in.

Amy’s slight voice perked up, “Can you see me Mommy? Can you see me ready for you?”

Lynn stared at the screen before answering. She hadn’t turned on her cam yet, so Amy couldn’t see that she was leaning forward, her mouth open as she took in Amy’s body.

Lynn watched with rapt attention.

Amy had pale smooth skin, and for a 12-year-old her breasts were almost a full A cup, with her areolas a soft pink, topped with small, yet unmistakably hard, nipples. Her hair was a darker brunette that Lynn at first thought was black. It was held back on her right side with a small butterfly barrette and the left side hung down smoothly just over her temple and cheek. She had a shock of red lipstick on, which highlighted how full they were. Her eyes… oh her eyes! Lynn thought. Even on the webcam Amy’s eyes seemed to sparkle and were wide and gorgeous. The more she moved her head, the more she looked like…

“Amy, honey,” Lynn finally managed to speak, “you are a vision. Mommy can see you fine.”

Amy smiled and seemed to blush a little, her little hands, with sparkly fingernails, slid up her exposed stomach, sliding between her pouty breasts, and then to her hair, where her fingers slid through her hair.

“Mommy, do you like my body? Does it make you happy to see me?”

Lynn was already soaked, her nipples pressing against the fabric of the robe she was wearing. “Amy honey, Mommy would love to just eat you up. In fact you look just like…” Lynn paused, and a pang of worry went through her as she thought. Damn, she thought, she looks almost like my niece Jessica. It could almost BE her. But, her thoughts continued, Jess is 11 and though she hadn’t seen her in a while, she wouldn’t be like this online, would she? Lynn’s sister was very religious and they all went to church and everyone was always very proper. So this really couldn’t be Jess, right? Even as she thought of this, she remained wet and excited and found herself almost automatically sliding two fingers lazily up and down between her scorching lips.

“What do I look like, Mommy?”

“You look just like every fantasy I’ve ever had.” Lynn responded, receiving a smile and giggle from Amy.

“Can you turn on your cam now, Mommy?” Amy was pulling and gently twisting her hard little nipples as she pleaded.

Lynn reached up to turn on the cam, but then pointed it down, so that she wouldn’t show her face. The pang of fear about it maybe being Jess, as silly as it was, seemed to warrant a little caution, at least for now.

A few seconds went by and there Lynn was, opening her robe on cam for a little girl to see and to masturbate with. For a moment it all seemed unreal to Lynn. The robe sliding behind her in her chair, she ran her hands up and over her breasts, quite proud of their shape, size and fullness. Other parts of me may have faded, Lynn thought, but I’ve always had attractive breasts. She pressed them together and leaned toward the camera, showing Amy.

“Oh, Mommy,” it was Amy’s turn to stare, “they’re so sexy.” She opened her legs and Lynn watched a hand disappear down Amy’s stomach out of sight and heard her breathing quicken.

“Amy honey, are you touching that lovely pussy of yours?” Lynn liked to get feedback from her plaything. Her hand, too, inched its way down, teasing her clit as she enjoyed the show.

“Yes Mommy,” came a soft enraptured reply. Amy’s eyes were glazing over as she moved faster, her breaths louder and she sent the first set of tiny orgasms through Lynn’s body by fingering herself and biting her bottom lip every so slightly. Lynn slid a finger into her sopping pussy, letting the buildup highten and the tiny shocks of orgasm swirl within her.

“Tilt your camera down, honey.” Lynn wanted to come at the same time as Amy and wanted desperately to see the pussy she longed to devour.

“In a swift move, Amy tilted the camera down. Her legs were wide open, one was over the armrest on her chair and she was moving her fingers furiously at her glistening pussy. Lynn was amazed to see such a beautiful perfect pussy, devoid of any hair. The shudders flooded through her again.

“Want to see Mommy’s pussy, baby?” Lynn loved to tease and to get her partner worked up higher and higher.

“Yesss,” came a eager, yet moaned, reply.

Lynn tilted the cam down, and she could see on the screen just how wet she looked. More shudders. “Amy honey, this is where you came from,” Lynn thought she might be pushing it now, but she wanted to be bad, to be naughty, to be a complete slut. “Do you like seeing where you came from? Do you want to lick this pussy and finger Mommy here?”

Amy started to respond, but she started to buck a little and then more and then she was shaking and moaning and her eyes were so wide as she mouthed “fuck” over and over again, sometimes aloud, sometimes silently. “Aahhhhhhhhh, Mommmmy.”

Lynn watched as Amy exploded in orgasm, wetness coating her tiny fingers, dripping on her chair and soaking her thighs.

Amy’s fingers stopped their mad thrashing and pressed to her pussy, holding there as her body kept spasming as if being rocked by some sort of internal earthquake.

Lynn pinched her clit as Amy moaned, bolts of electricity surging through her and setting her skin on fire. She too was filled with the distinct sounds of coming. “Oh yes, fuck me baby, yes, Mommy loves you… fuck yes.” Her fingers pressed deep into her tightening pussy as Amy tilted the camera up to her face. Her flushed cheeks, now-dry looking lips, wild yet satisfying eyes. Lynn pumped in and out quickly as she looked at that angelic and strangely familiar face. She managed one more solid orgasm, draining more fluids from her body and making it feel 20 degrees hotter in her chair.

“Oh, Mommy, that was so…” Amy was panting.

Lynn looked at her fingers, surprised they weren’t pruned, raised them to the camera, and licked her juices off as an astonished Amy, only seeing Lynn’s mouth, stared.

“You get Mommy so hot, baby.” Lynn eventually managed to say, her body spent and mind abuzz, “I just love how you look, you sound and how you enjoy Mommy.”

Amy smiled her little smile, projecting her cuteness easily. “Mommy, I have to go,” she pretended to pout, “my little brother Scott is going to be home soon and my mom wants us to all go to church tonight.”

“You go to church a lot?” Lynn was getting a little uneasy again.

“Mom likes to go all the time… hang on.” Amy got up, and came back, a picture in her hand. “That’s me,” she pointed to herself, all dressed up, “my brother here and my mom, at a church thing.”

As much as her orgasms bounced inside her, panic now shot through her. That picture, was that… ?

“Can you hold the picture closer, Amy honey?”

Amy held it closer. “Oh my god,” Lynn said barely as a whisper, “that’s Tania.”

Amy looked into the camera, “How’d you know my mom’s name was Tania?”

Lynn sat stunned, “Oh, she just looked like a Tania, you know.”

Any laughed and so did Lynn.

But there was no mistaking it, this WAS, or IS my niece! I’m cyber fucking my own niece! Lynn was staring at the wall as all this hit her and when she finally came out of her trance, Amy was saying she had a great time and Lynn found her fingers were once again firmly pushed into her pussy, and soaked.

“Bye, Mommy.”

“Bye, honey”

Lynn switched off her cam, the computer and the table light. She drank the rest of her wine and was aghast.

Not just that she had played with her own niece, but that after finding out, her own body let her know that she liked the idea. Even as she thought her mind found it all very sexy in the taboo way she had become so attracted to.

But what to do? Lynn didn’t have an answer. But maybe it was at the bottom of another bottle of wine. . .

Continue on to Chapter 3

By Little Alison

Lynn worried.

She lay in her bed, worrying.

She had just spent quite a bit of time masturbating and coming over and over with what she now knew was her own niece. She had been avoiding the computer all morning, trying to avoid the inevitable thoughts about right and wrong. So here she was, laying naked in her bed. But still, she thought about Amy.

Visions of Amy’s sexy little body, her legs spread, her fingers rubbing her wet pussy until she exploded. Lynn found her nipples harden and her pussy tingle with excitement at the thoughts. She was aroused by her own niece. And that made her ashamed. And as she lay there being ashamed, she realized she was aroused by being ashamed. Oh how she was excited.

Conflicting feelings swirled through her and she pinched her nipples and rubbed her breasts and fingered herself furiously, wanting to both let loose and control the demons of her desire. Lynn kept her legs together, but open just enough for her fingers to press ehr hard clit and spread her warm juices. Her breathing quickened as she moved her fingers faster, building upon each successive mountain of sexual pleasure.

“Oh fuck, Amy,” Lynn moaned, first quietly, then louder, “fuck Amy, oh fuck… so fucking hot, Amy… OH, AMY… ahhhhhhhhhh.”

Lynn’s body twitched as if hit by a jolt of electricity. Her legs clamped together hard, both stopping her hand from moving on her pussy, and also pressing it tightly to her drenched lips. Lynn smiled. Though she wasn’t sure it was ‘right’, she knew it felt good, and to her, that was enough to make it right.

Getting out of bed, putting on her glasses, Lynn logged onto her email. As she expected, a message from Amy was waiting.

To MommyLynn

From Amybunnie

Mommy, I wanted to write and say how happy you make me. I love how you make me come, just like a good Mommy is supposed to. I wish I could feel your tongue on my wet lips and I could feel your breasts. I have a thing about them…

LOVE THEM lol.

Hope to see you soon

Oh, Mommy, can I see all of you next time? I want to see those lovely mommy eyes looking at me as I come. .;P

Your Amybunnie

Lynn’s hands were moving up and over her chest as she read. Amy was so sexy and perfect for Lynn that she could barely contain herself.

Two questions came to her. Why did Amy, who she knew was her niece and actually named Jessica, call herself Amy? That can wait, Lynn told herself.

Secondly, What to do about how she looked? If she showed Amy her face, Amy would know it was her aunt, and… well, it could end it all. Lynn didn’t want that. Just reading her email got her soaking wet again.

So Lynn decided if she was going to be seen, she had better change her looks. She found her contacts, which she never wore, and ditched her big work glasses. Looking in the mirror, she noticed how her eyes seemed to pop now. Lynn smiled. Next, her hair.

Lynn always had sandy blonde hair, shoulder length with a wonderful natural wave. She went to the store and bought a platinum blonde coloring kit and after coloring and straightening, she found herself looking in the mirror at a younger looking and certainly un-Lynn like visage. With some rouge, some smoky eye shadow and eyeliner, Lynn looked less like a mousy office worker and more like a very hot sexy woman.

Lynn wondered why it took her so long to change. Amy, she told herself, it was Amy that was enough to make her realize how sexy she could be.

That evening Amy logged on and as before they switched on their webcams. Amy was wearing a t-shirt and Lynn was in a loose robe.

Lynn: Hi, honey.

Amy: Hi Mommy… so good to see you. I missed you.

Lynn: Mommy missed you too. See how hard Mommy’s nipples are? (Lynn slowly opened her robe.)

Amy: Mmm, Mommy. Can I suck your nipples, Mommy? I want to do that so much. It would make me come so easy.

Lynn: Mmmm, yes honey, Mommy would love you to suck her hard nipples. Suck them like you did when you were just a baby girl. (Lynn was pulling and pinching her nipples.)

Amy: Oh, Mommy (Amy took off her top, showing her lovely pouting supple breasts, fondling them), can I see your face while you pinch your nipples?

Lynn: Of course, baby.

This was the moment of truth, Lynn reached forward, tilting the camera up and leaning forward. She caught a sight of her face on the screen, smiled slightly. I look good, she thought.

Amy: You’re… you’re so hot! (Amy’s eyes were wide and her mouth hung open as she stared at the screen.)

Lynn: Thank you, honey. (Now or never.) Honey, is Amy your real name? I’m really Lynn. I guess Mommy just wants to know for sure.

Amy: (Amy looked down, then back up) Well, my real name is Jessica. My mom calls me Jess. But ever since I heard that my grandma Lynn’s middle name was Amy, I have gone by that. Hey! my grandma is named Lynn too. I just thought of that! (Amy laughed, Lynn waited.) So is my auntie and this girl at school I know. Lots of Lynns!

Lynn: But only this Lynn is going to fuck you till you explode. Over and over again. (Lynn began to slide a finger between her now wet lips.)

Amy: Yes, please Mommy, you can have anything you want, I need it. (Amy leaned back, showing she had no shorts on, and began to mimic Lynn’s movements.)

Lynn watched intently, even as she rubbed herself faster and faster. She opened her legs, feeling her wetness drip down her thighs, coating part of her ass cheeks and wetting the chair. Amy, her eyes seeming to move in and out of focus as she played, was breathing harder, her chest heaving, small breasts topped with hard nipples rising and falling on Lynn’s large computer screen.

Lynn: Amy, I want you to think of my tongue licking all over your pussy, my finger pressing into your tight little ass, my hand pulling you to my mouth…

Amy began to buck, her body twitched and she was grunting. Her eyes closed and Lynn saw two fingers pressed deep into Amy’s tight little pussy.

Amy was experiencing the most powerful orgasm she’d ever had. Wave after wave moved through her.

Lynn watched as she almost fell off the chair. “Ahhhhhh, fuck…” Amy exclaimed, her perfect 12-year-old body thrashing as she came.

Lynn pushed fingers into herself and rubbed her clit and as she leaned toward her camera, she opened her mouth, ruby lips prominent, and came. A long hard sustained climax that moved from her pussy to her feet and slowly up her back, eventually rebounding and almost burning with pleasure in her pussy.

“Oh, god,” Amy, barely able to speak, whispered, “That was… Mommy, I… oh my god…”

Lynn was able to catch her breath by this time, “Amy, yes. That was incredible. I love your body. I love how you come for Mommy.”

Amy smiled a slightly sweaty and satisfied smile, then quickly looked up and to her right. “Oh, god,” she said in an annoyed tone, “my mom’s home. I’m sorry. Not sure she’d like me fucking myself on cam.” She laughed.

Lynn smiled. “Okay, Amy, I’ll see you soon. I’d love to actually SEE you sometime too.” Lynn leered. “If you were here, I’d never let you out of my room,”

Amy smiled. Then her camera clicked off.

Lynn thought. She sat in a pool of her own pussy juices, energized and happy. She loved playing with her niece, and my god, she wanted more.

A thought came into her head. She knew it wasn’t right, but didn’t care. So far nothing had been ‘right’ and she loved every second of it.

She dialed her phone.

“Hello?”

“Hi sis, it’s me, Lynn.”

“Oh, hi… haven’t heard from you in a while.”

“Yeah, been busy, and I know I should keep in contact more often.”

“I know, Lynn. What’s up? You just caught me walking in the door… Hi, Jess… Just home from another work day.”

“I thought I might drop by for a visit sometime. Like this weekend. You know, just visit for a day or so.” Lynn waited, not sure if Tania would be okay with it or not.

“Oh, Lynn,” Tania was excited, “I think that’d be great. The kids haven’t seen in you in ages and we can catch up.”

“Okay, I’ll be there Friday evening. It’ll be fun.” Lynn hoped it would be far more than that.

“All right, sis, see you then.”

CLICK

Lynn went back to massaging her breasts and dreaming of sex. She smiled. This weekend was going to be fun.

Continue on to Chapter 4