Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Little Alison

Yes, it was work, Lynn thought. Work that would lead to her… fucking her own niece.

She trembled at that thought. Oh, it was wrong to fuck a family member, but she wanted Amy so badly. She spent most of her day masturbating furiously over thoughts in her head. Thoughts of Amy spread open and waiting. Thoughts of moans echoing in her ears as she licked Amy’s tight little pussy. Lynn could almost see Amy’s sweet face buried between her legs, lapping up her no doubt soaking pussy.

*****

As usual, Amy logged online after getting home from school. She had a message waiting for her.

From: MommyLynn
To: Amybunnie

Amy honey, Mommy misses you so much.

I love how your body looks in your little school girl outfit. Would you like to make Mommy very happy? You know how Mommy loves how naughty you are. Can you take some naughty pictures in your school clothes for Mommy? I’d love to see you flashing your smooth pussy on the bus or in the kitchen with your mother in the background.

Mommy would love to see her little Amybunnie being so naughty.

Love
MommyLynn

As Lynn imagined, the idea not only of taking the pictures, but of doing it FOR Lynn, made Amy instantly excited. She never liked her school outfit, but with the idea that MommyLynn wanted to see her be naughty, Amy became very aroused.

Amy slid her light yellow panties down her smooth legs, already feeling warm and sensing wetness beginning to make its way out.

Tossing the panties aside, she grabbed her phone and went out, eager to please her webcam lover.

*****

Lynn was packing for her adventure when her email started pinging with pics from Amy. A smile crept across Lynn’s face. She knew Amy would do whatever she said, and that knowledge made Lynn tingle inside.

She finished packing and sat down to go through Amy’s pictures, her clothes tossed aside and legs wide.

The first pics were Amy taking pictures of herself in the bathroom mirror. A little tease, showing some chest. Then the next few had Amy with legs wide open, soft perfect looking pussy exposed and Amy’s finger sliding inside. Lynn began to feel warm, her hand lightly caressing her hardening nipples.

Lynn let her fingertip circle her clit as she clicked pic after pic. Amy at the bus stop. Amy with open legs at the library. Amy with her finger in her pussy while a policeman writes a ticket behind her. Lynn was close to coming. Amy’s body and her sexual willingness almost had Lynn dizzy. The last picture sent Lynn over the edge.

In the picture, Amy was sitting on the floor of a bedroom, legs wide open, no panties. Next to her was a younger girl, Lynn estimated 5 years old, blonde hair cascading down her side. The younger girl also had no panties, legs wide open. Each girl had pushed a finger into the other girls’ pussy.

Lynn almost gasped, her fingers moving fast on her now very wet lips. “Amy is fingering another, even younger, girl!” Lynn stared at the screen, focusing on each girl in turn until the wave crests of orgasm would wait no more. “Oh fuck” Lynn said out loud as she convulsed in her computer chair. Her chest was heaving as she kept pleasuring herself, slower now, but still eliciting sharp electric pangs of pleasure with every slight movement.

After what seemed like hours she saw that Amy had signed on. Quickly they both brought their cams up. Amy was still in her school uniform, white button-up shirt slightly creased.

“Hi Amybunnie. You’ve been both a very good, and very naughty girl.” Lynn smiled a wicked, and she hoped, sexual smile.

“I wanted to please you, Mommy. I am going crazy wanting you to take me. I sooo want you to do whatever you want to me.” Amy was unbuttoning her top, her smooth chest coming into view.

“You know Mommy wants that badly, don’t you Amy?” Lynn was letting her fingers glide lightly over her nipples, feeling how they had gotten hard, and showing off for Amy. “If I were there baby, what would you do first?”

Amy’s shirt was tossed away quickly. Her hands were aggressively kneading and pinching her breasts. “Oh mommy, I would lick and touch your big tits… and suck your nipples like I did when I was a baby. I’d love to be your baby girl again… and come with you too.”

Lynn pulled a breast up, bent her head down, her tongue slowly and deliberately snaking out and licking her own hard nipple. “Mmmmm Amy. That feels so good to Mommy. Do you think you could satisfy Mommy?” Lynn was teasing Amy, but also herself. She really wanted to just lean back and slide a few fingers into her pussy, but she wanted to build it up for Amy.

“I would do everything you asked, Mommy. Did you like the pictures I sent? I got so hot. I’m so wet, look…”

Amy tilted the cam down, showing her shiny puffy little lips.

“Looks like you could use Mommy’s tongue, Amy.”

“Please, Mommy, lick my pussy. Taste me. I’m yours. I want to come on your tongue.”

Amy began to finger herself. Her fingertips slid easily between her lips, moving up and down, finding her clit and moving in quick circles. “Oh, Mommy… god, this is so good… fuck!”

Lynn watched as Amy leaned back, eyes closed and grunted and moaned, filling her room with sounds of desire. Lynn followed suit, leaning back and pushing a small white vibrator past her throbbing lips and deep into her twitching pussy.

“Yes Amy, fuck me baby,” Lynn coooed as she enjoyed the heavier breathing coming from her little lover.

“Mommy I’m gonna… I’m gonna… ooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHHH!” Amy leaned forward, her breasts just touching her desk, her mouth open in an “o”, eyes wide as she came. She shook and shuddered and kept looking straight into her cam, letting Lynn witness every delicate moment of her orgasm.

Lynn moved her vibrator, now on high, faster into her pussy. She was so wet the sound filled her ears as she watched Amy. “Amy that’s so…” She didn’t finish the sentence, as she was overtaken by an orgasm so powerful that she was actually having muscle cramps. She bucked forward, to the side and back again. Holding the vibrator to her clit, Lynn moaned with a staccato repetition, body convulsing at intervals. “God, Amy I’m gonna come again… I fucking love this… ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Lynn’s hands went to her chest as she gasped for air, she kneaded her full breasts as the bolts of physical emotion surged through her, beginning at her clit and radiating outward, each ripple in her body causing her to skip a breath.

Lynn took a moment before saying anything again. She couldn’t focus. Her muscles were weak. She couldn’t catch her breath. Eventually she looked up to see Amy with two fingers in her mouth, her lips so soft looking, sucking gently on them.

“How does your pussy taste, Amy?” Lynn figured that’s what she was doing.

“Mommy, I wish you could tell. I love it because you love it. I am yours, Mommy.”

“Maybe tonight we can play some more, baby.” Lynn knew she’d be THERE that night, but wanted to see what Amy would say.

“Oh, Mommy, I don’t know,” she looked down and away, looking dejected, “my aunt is coming to visit and I’m not sure I’ll be able to get online while she’s here. She’ll be here in a few hours, I think.”

“Too bad she’s not into hot young girls like you.” Lynn smiled.

Amy laughed, flashing a brilliant and infectious smile. “I haven’t seen her in a few years. She’s probably boring like my mom.”

Like hell I am! Lynn thought.

“Damn, Mom’s home.” Amy grabbed a shirt from the floor. “I’ll see you soon, okay, Mommy?”

“Yes Amy, MommyLynn will see you real soon.”

The webcams went off.

Lynn dressed, grabbed her suitcase, complete with toys, and got in the car. She had a two hour drive and a weekend of fun ahead of her.

Continue on to Chapter 5

By Little Alison

Lynn was all packed. One suitcase for clothes, and another for fun things. She smiled to herself, thinking about how this had all come together and how she was on the precipice of such joy.

She sent one last email from MommyLynn to Amybunnie and set off on her two hour drive south.

From: MommyLynn
To: Amybunnie

Honey, I don’t think I can go without you, even if your aunt is there. I think we can still meet. This Mommy needs her little Bunnie. Can you, Amy honey, take a picture of you with your aunt? I want to see what this other Lynn looks like. I hope you are still not wearing any undies after school today. It makes me so wet to think of your lovely little body, just aching to be touched, and just barely hidden under that school skirt.

Love and licks and fingering…
MommyLynn

One item Lynn didn’t put in her trunk was her tablet. It was on the passenger’s seat. It contained saved videos of all her and Amy’s conversations, as well as her extensive collection of ‘special’ videos.

Hopping on the freeway, Lynn looked in the mirror and was happy to see that she didn’t look like “MommyLynn” right now. She wanted to look like the old Lynn when she arrived at her sister’s house. She had her big work glasses on again, her newly blonde hair was pulled back behind her head and in a bun, held with a large and quite ugly scrunchie. She also didn’t put on any makeup, though her skin was still quite nice looking without it. The one thing she DID do that was part of the new naughty Lynn, was to wear a low cut summer dress with no bra. She knew that when her nipples got hard, they were easy to see in this dress, which made her all the more excited.

*****

Amy ran home and opened her email. The message from MommyLynn had her bouncing and jittery. She adored her online mommy and wanted to please her any way, at any time. She wasn’t sure how easy it would be to hop on the video chat with her aunt staying, but just the thought of playing with her lover while her aunt was there… she lifted her skirt and slowly rubbed her fingers over her white cotton panties. Within moments they were soaked through as Amy fantasized about Lynn watching, or better yet, fingering her.

With a quick click, Amy turned on her camera and began recording herself. She saw every bit of detail on her 24-inch LCD screen. She watched her own fingers slide slowly over her wet lips, the slippery liquid of her pussy spreading with each finger movement. She gasped as she watched her two fingers push past her puffy lips and into her aching pussy.

“Oh God, yes,” she sighed, her head rocking back as the pleasure of her own touch filled her. Leaning back, Amy’s fingers soon found a rhythm and she was moving her hips in time with her hand. Faster and faster she pumped her slick wet fingers in and out of her young pussy. Her breathing quickened, her mind started to get light, she felt the waves of orgasm building, sending out foreshocks of excitement.

“Fuck, oh fuck,” Amy said, louder now, “yes Mommy, fuck me Mommy oh God MOOOMMMYYYYY!!”

With one final and deep push of fingers into herself, Amy was pushed over the edge, her orgasm sweeping through her body instantaneously, the extremities of her body tingling and her muscles twitching as she held her hand tightly to her pulsating pussy. Her heaving chest, hard nipples and perspiration on her forehead told of an orgasm that was pent up for too long… almost a full day!

“Honey, what do you want?” Amy heard her mother coming down the hallway, her hand on the doorknob. Damn, she’s home early, thought Amy. She quickly pulled her skirt down, turned off her screen, opened a book and tried to pretend nothing was happening, despite the overpowering smell of freshly fucked pussy in the room.

“Did you call me, hon?” Tania leaned her head in the door.

“Oh,” Amy was flushed, and so didn’t turn around. “I thought I left my book out there and wanted you to get it for me. But…” she held up the book without turning around, “I found it. Thanks.”

“Remember, your Auntie Lynn will be here this afternoon, and we’re all going to have dinner together, so no going out or spending time on Facebook or playing your games. Okay?”

“Okay, Mom, I’ll be here.” Amy said it with the same lack of enthusiasm that she actually felt. If her aunt wasn’t coming, then she’d have more time with MommyLynn, which is really all she wanted. She glanced down and noticed her computer chair was soaked. She smiled to herself. I love being so naughty for my MommyLynn, she thought. Naughty indeed.

*****

Lynn was making good time, the freeway was unusually open and she was in a fantastic mood. She clicked on the tablet and, as she drove, relived her video sessions with Amy. She hooked the tablet to her stereo, letting Amy’s moans and exhortations flow through the huge car speakers, surrounding Lynn with the sounds of a young sexy and sensual girl coming over and over again.

Lynn teased and stroked and rubbed her wet clit as the sounds massaged her ears. Quickening her pace, Lynn felt growing warmth in her body. As each car that drove by glanced and saw a flushed and panting Lynn, she rubbed herself faster, opening her legs as wide as her car would allow, and yet still drive safely.

As she approached her final offramp, she had one eye on the road and the other glued to her tablet, watching a video of her Amy coming loudly. Lynn pushed two fingers into her soaking pussy, deep as she could get them, and let her muscles squeeze and contract. As Lynn’s gaze began to blur she felt her legs stiffen, her stomach tighten and every inch of her excited skin tingle as the first of her well-earned orgasms began to flow through her.

The long offramp afforded her a leisurely and satisfying orgasm. Her body was jerking and her nipples hard enough they seemed to hurt in the best way possible. “Oh fuck, Amy… fuck YESS!” Lynn was screaming in her car. She was having a hard time keeping the car in its lane as a final huge rush of orgasm swept through her. Her head snapping up, heart pounding, temperature rising to what had to be at least 500 degrees and her seat drenched with her juices.

As she came down from her series of orgasms, she gazed at her tablet, showing Amy’s sweet sexy face smiling back at her. Breathing heavily, her dress askew and wearing a post-sex smile, she gazed out the window at the bemused looking motorcycle cop next to her. Lynn gave the cop a polite wave and smile, received one in return, and sped off toward her sister’s house.

*****

Lynn’s silver Jetta cruised to a halt in the driveway. She was almost trembling she was so excited, but didn’t want to show it, too much. She even put on a large, ugly, floppy hat, to further disguise herself from the sex-mad vixen she had become and that Amy knew.

Tania greeted her at the door.

“Lynn, it’s been so long!” Lynn and Tania hugged, Lynn trying not to press her breasts into her sister. No need to make her think anything.

“I know, sis,” Lynn beamed at her little sister, “I should come down more often to visit. It’s so beautiful down here.”

“Come on inside. Jess is here. You haven’t seen her in ages.” Lynn smiled. She knew Jess as Amy. Sexy, sultry Amy. A girl she wanted, no, needed. She followed Tania into the entry way. Amy stood there, white button up shirt, her smooth brunette hair pulled lazily off to her left side, just a hint of pale lipstick and her school skirt. She seemed somehow smaller and more slight in person than on webcam. Lynn liked it. Small sexy and just for her.

“Come and see your auntie!” Tania smiled wide and Lynn followed suit, opening her arms wide. Amy gave a slightly pained smile. A smile of convenience. Lynn pulled her to her body, holding her close and purposefully pressing her large full breasts to Amy’s body. Lynn held Amy tight, feeling her nipples press to the dress fabric and against Amy.

“So good to see you again, honey.” Lynn cooed, silently ogling her little niece.

“Good to see you too, Auntie Lynn,” Amy echoed, “Could I take a picture with you on my phone? I want to post it to Facebook.”

Lynn was happy that Amy was following MommyLynn’s request. “Sure, I don’t see why not.”

The two moved close together for a selfie. Lynn smiled brightly and, almost unnoticed, pulled her dress tight to her chest. If the picture was just right, she’d surely have her nipples showing. A tingle of excitement quickly burst through Lynn.

“Thanks.” And Amy was off, skipping down the hallway to her room.

*****

Lynn and Tania sat in the kitchen catching up, all the while Lynn was trying to figure out exactly how to get what she wanted. It was almost 8 PM when the phone rang for Tania.

“Dammit, I have to go in tonight,” Tania sighed. She was always being called in to the hospital these days, or so it seemed to her.

“It’s okay, Tania,” Lynn chirped, “I’m a little tired anyway. I’ll take care of Jess.” She laughed to herself about saying that.

Tania thanked her, and with a flurry of activity, was out the door and off to work.

Lynn padded down the long corridor to her guest room. She knew Amy was holed up in her room after her shower, probably hoping she’d hop online soon. Opening the laptop she also brought, Lynn soon opened up the video Amy made of herself masturbating for the camera. As she watched, Lynn opened her legs wide, gently moved just the tips of her fingers over her trimmed mound and warm outer lips.

“Mmm, yes, baby girl, show Mommy,” Lynn said to herself as she watched Amy masturbate louder and harder. Dipping two fingers past her now-moist pussy lips, Lynn began to slowly pump her pussy, watching Amy edge closer to coming. Lynn loved how passionate Amy was when fingering herself, and how she committed her entire self to the pleasure.

The longer Amy played and louder she got, the more Lynn pumped her own soaking pussy. Fingers pumping in and out while her other hand was squeezing and pinching her extremely hard nipples. The sound of her own wetness squishing as she fingered herself made the passion rise even more for Lynn. Part of her wanted to wait to be with Amy to come, but the rest of her body – the quivering and shaking and trembling part – wanted to explode. Lynn closed her eyes, letting the sounds of Amy coming fill her ears.

Wanting to come with Amy, Lynn quickened her pace, two fingers became three as she pumped faster and with more ferocity. She felt the familiar surge of an orgasm pressing the edges of her body, pulsating from her throbbing pussy to every corner of her being.

“Oh fuck yes…” she moaned out loud, as the initial shocks of orgasm swept through her. She used her free hand to rub her clit quickly and to great effect. Leaning back in her chair, Amy moaning on her laptop, and juices coating her pussy and thighs, Lynn rubbed herself harder and harder.

“Yessss Amy… fuck Mommmmyyyyyy!” Lynn was almost yelling as she exploded, her body bucking hard as the tsunami-like waves pummeled her. Lynn breathed heavily, her chest heaving as she held her fingers inside her pussy, keeping them still and letting each jolt of orgasm shoot through her. Lynn twitched and squirmed and tried to catch her breath as the orgasms piled up. She loved coming for and because of Amy so much that she felt she was almost addicted to it, and her.

After several minutes Lynn’s breathing normalized and she was lazily spreading her pussy juices on her still erect nipples and large areolas. She loved how it felt and loved even more how it seemed so naughty and nasty.

She stared at her laptop, signed on her chat and saw Amy.

Hi honey, how’s my Amy tonight? Lynn wanted to run down the hall and take her, but certainly didn’t want to say that just yet.

Hi Mommy! Amy responded, I have been waiting to see if you’d show up. Did you get the picture I sent you? Of me and my aunt?

Yes baby, I got all your pictures. You are very sexy. And your aunt seems to have forgotten to wear a bra. Lynn smiled.

I know LOL! She has real big boobs too! I could feel them. I took the picture then went to my room and masturbated. Is that bad, Mommy?

If it’s bad baby, then MommyLynn likes you being bad! Lynn was happy her appearance had Amy masturbating.

Would be better if it were you though Mommy 🙁

If it were me honey, Lynn replied, I’d spread your little legs and never stop.

mmmmm Mommy! I would love that! I’m already wet Mommy! Can you get on cam? I want you to see me come. I think my aunt is sleeping, so I won’t be bothered.

Lynn set up the next part of her plan. Maybe, since you like her big boobs, you should go see if she’s awake. Maybe ask her if she has a vibrator you can use. 😉

OMG Mommy! You are so bad! I love it. Do you think it would be OK? She probably doesn’t, but if she does, will you be here to cam with me Mommy?

Amy bunnie, MommyLynn will always be there to cam or cum with you.

OK, I’ll be back in a while.

Amy signed out. Lynn pulled her hair back again, put on her big ugly glasses, a plain print dress and was happy she didn’t look like the sexual dynamo that Amy knew as MommyLynn.

******

Lynn didn’t have to wait long. She heard soft footsteps outside her door. And a pause. A long pause. Amy was trying to decide if she really wanted to go in or not. Lynn banked on her knocking. Which she did.

“Come in.” Lynn was sitting on the edge of the bed, pretending innocence and feeling her nipples harden.

Amy slowly opened the door, her eyes down. Her hair was a little unkempt, which Lynn found sexy as hell. She was wearing a pink tanktop, and white cotton pajama pants that had little bunnies on them.

“Hi Jess, what can I do for you?”

“Umm, hi, Auntie Lynn… I… can I ask you a question?” She lifted her eyes to Lynn as she moved more into the room. Lynn could see how big they were with excitement and caution. They were pools of erotic liquid to Lynn, making her melt just a little inside at their beauty. Damn, she thought, this young girl is gorgeous. Only 12 and absolutely stunning.

“Sure honey, anything.” Lynn patted the bed next to her. Amy sat down.

“I… girls talk and, well, some have sex with boys and… I haven’t!” Amy looked up quickly, as if to emphasize the point, “And some girls, so they can, you know, feel okay, have… ummm, you know, electric… vibrators.”

“Yes, I’m familiar with them.” Lynn was trying to play it cool.

“Oh good, I just wondered, I mean, do you… can you… would it be okay if, if you have one, I could you know, borrow it or something?” Amy’s eyes were as unsure as they were expectant. Lynn could tell she was almost expecting a no.

Lynn feigned an “I don’t know” look. Then leaned back, reached under her pillow, and produced her white vibrator. Amy’s mouth was open in disbelief. “I keep it there for emergencies,” Lynn joked, eliciting a smile and a little laugh from Amy.

“Do you know how to use one, honey?” Lynn handed it to her sexy young niece.

“Yes!” Amy answered, almost too eagerly. “I’ve seen and well, you know, done stuff.”

“Turn it on.” Lynn watched as Amy fiddled with it until it began buzzing. Lynn was becoming quite wet.

Amy smiled and looked at Lynn. “It feels good.” She rubbed the head against her cheek and her arm, testing it. Lynn smiled.

“Test it out a little here, hon, I’ll be back in a sec.” Lynn got up and walked to the little bathroom. She moved quickly and with purpose. All the items she needed were laid out for her. She could hear the buzzing from the bedroom, could hear it moving, and could tell Amy was pressing it to some very fun areas.

Lynn slipped into her high heels, looked into the mirror and pronounced herself ready. As she came out of the bathroom, where Amy could now see her, Lynn said it a cool and sexy tone, “So Amybunnie, do you think you can have some fun with that toy that MommyLynn has given you?”

Amy was stunned. She stared, wide eyed. Lynn was in high heels, her full, yet shapely, legs were clad in thigh high hose, held snug, but not too constricting. Lynn’s full breasts, nipples and luscious areolas on display, were held up by a half cup bra. Black lace presented her breasts forward and the effect was stunning, she thought to herself.

Lynn had her contacts in, vibrant red lipstick, her hair down and swept forward and to her right, just as Amy had seen MommyLynn so many times. Her stomach, though not flat, was tan and, Lynn felt, sultry looking.

She walked slowly, purposefully, toward Amy. Amy still said nothing.

“So Amy,” Lynn cooed, “do you like how MommyLynn’s breasts look?”

Amy started to talk, stopped, started again, “I don’t… it’s just,” she was blinking quickly, “I don’t think I should… ”

Lynn had a momentary pang of fear. Maybe Amy wasn’t going to go for it. Maybe she was all talk. Maybe Lynn was in trouble. Just these thoughts made Lynn hornier than ever. She began to lightly stroke her nipples.

“This is what you want, isn’t it Amy?”

Amy glanced down for a second, as if trying to figure something out.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“What was that, honey?” Lynn knew Amy was hers.

“Yes, MommyLynn,” Amy said louder, looking Lynn directly in the eyes, “I want this so badly, I need it.”

Lynn saw Amy’s little nipples harden.

“Then come here, honey,” Lynn put her hand under a breast, offering it up, “and you can have this.”

Amy moved quickly, standing and pressing her body to Lynn’s. Amy was warm and Lynn was trembling with excitement. Amy’s mouth found Lynn’s breast, her tongue licking the edges of Lynn’s hard nipple, before she sucked it into her mouth, slurping greedily, as if to nurse.

Lynn cradled her head as she felt the jolts of joy emanating from her chest. “That’s it, Amy, you know you love Mommy’s breasts. Suck them like a good girl for Mommy.”

As Amy sucked, Lynn reached down, sliding her hand over Amy’s cotton pajamas. They were so soft and smooth and Lynn’s hand slid easily between Amy’s legs. Amy instinctively widened her legs as Lynn began rubbing her niece and feeling nothing but smooth puffy lips under the pajamas.

Amy was sucking harder, her tongue licking Lynn’s hard nipple. She had one hand around and on Lynn’s lower back, and her other was kneading Lynn’s other breast. Lynn was getting dizzy with the flood of feelings.

Lynn could feel Amy’s lips under the fabric, and she rubbed with more accuracy, making Amy jerk involuntarily. After a few moments, Lynn felt the unmistakable feeling of wetness, and not one to give up when the going was good, she pressed her finger, and cotton material, into Amy’s lips, rubbing against her hard little clit.

“Oh oh oh,” Amy sighed and moaned, her eyes closed, the intensity of feeling building in her.

With a swift and decisive movement, Lynn pulled Amy’s cotton pajamas down, letting them fall to her calves. Amy opened her legs as much as she could and still stay standing. Lynn’s hand slid down and over Amy’s smooth soft mound, slowly caressing Amy’s skin and letting her fingers slide between Amy’s legs and between her warm wet lips.

Amy shuddered, feeling Lynn’s finger sliding into her, pressing into her well lubricated, yet still tight, pussy. “Oh yes, Mommy,” Amy softly moaned, her eyes closed, body tensing and shaking.

Lynn was in heaven. Amy’s body was reacting just the way she wanted to her touch. With gathering intensity, Lynn pushed her finger in and out of Amy’s lovely little pussy. Amy was close now. Her breathing getting deeper, she stopped sucking Lynn’s nipple and was giving in to the pleasure Lynn was providing. Amy was so wet, Lynn could easily hear the squishing of juices around her finger.

“Yes my Amy bunnie,” Lynn said firmly in a sexy voice, “come for Mommy. Come like Mommy’s little slut.”

Amy began to moan louder, her heat ramped up by Lynn’s encouragement. Amy opened her eyes wide, “Oh God… oh… FUUUUCCCCCKKKKK!!” Amy was close to collapsing, her mouth open, eyes wide, moans filling the room as Lynn pumped her fast and hard.

Lynn bend down, kissing Amy deeply, passionately, as Amy came over and over, her little body barely able to control itself at Lynn’s touch. Lynn loved how Amy tasted. She loved Amy’s scent, her warmth, her tongue playing with hers. Despite Amy not touching her at this moment, Lynn could feel mini orgasms swelling up in her.

“Lie on the bed, honey.” Lynn whispered, wanting to taste this gorgeous nymph. Amy tossed aside her pajama bottoms and top, clambered onto the bed, opened her legs wide and stared in bliss at Lynn. Lynn kicked off her heels. They looked fantastic on her, but were not comfortable. Lynn crawled up the bed, palms of her hands sliding slowly up the smooth thin legs of her fantasy come true.

Fingertips elicited soft, yet urgent sighs from Amy as Lynn got close enough to Amy’s waiting pussy to breathe hot breath on her. “Oh Mommy,” Amy sighed over and over, in short bursts, “Yes, please yes.” Lynn looked deep into Amy’s eyes, smiled and pressed her open mouth around Amy’s waiting lips. Lynn felt hips being pressed up to her mouth and kept her hands on Amy’s thighs, not letting her close them even an inch.

Slowly Lynn closed her mouth, dragging her lips over Amy’s skin, finally meeting at her hard little girl clit. Lynn looked again at her lover’s pussy, traces of lipstick smeared on her glistening skin. “Amy, MommyLynn needs this so bad…” With a ferocity she didn’t know she had, Lynn began to lick Amy’s pussy. Her tongue darted up and down, pressing into the young girl’s flesh and probing her folds. Moving her hips up, Lynn pressed her tongue deep into Amy’s perfect puckered ass.

“Oh fuck…” Amy moaned, loudly, her ass never having been played with before.

Lynn moved again, pressed her tongue deep into Amy’s tight pussy, feeling it tighten upon this intruder. With a free finger, Lynn entered Amy’s ass again, giving the girl the glorious sensation of both holes being manipulated.

Amy was lost. Her body moving on it’s own. Shards of orgasm flew about her body. “Fuck Mommy, yes, coming… yes, stop… more, oh God!!”

Lynn sucked Amy’s clit, hard. Amy’s head came up from the bed, eyes closed tight, nipples harder than ever, breathing stopped momentarily. Orgasm after orgasm destroyed her as Lynn tasted the sweet nectar, lapping up every drop from her lover.

As Amy slowly came down from bouncing and thrashing, Lynn lightly kissed her inner thighs, tasting the skin, the juices, the sweat, the passion.

Lynn smiled up at Amy. Amy wearily smiled back.

RING RING

Lynn grabbed her phone. It was Tania.

“Hi, sis, what’s up.” Lynn made a big show of wiping the wetness from her lips for Amy.

“Oh, I just wanted to thank you for taking care of Jess.”

“I’ve taken care of Jess, don’t worry.” Lynn laughed a little.

“Glad to hear it. Well, I’m on my way back home again. Guess they didn’t need me like they thought. See you in a few.”

“Okay, Tania, see you.”

Lynn moved up next to Amy, kissed her softly but firmly on the lips. The two women, well, one woman and one girl, kissed softly and with emotion, enjoying every small pressing of skin.

“I guess you know your mom’s coming home.”

“But I want to be here,” Amy complained, softly, “I want to taste you.”

Lynn smiled, “Later honey, later. This mommy has so many things to do with you. And we’re going to do them all.”

Amy beamed. “Okay.” Her smile was radiant.

“Now, off to bed and pretend that I didn’t just fuck your brains out.” Lynn and Amy both laughed.

A quick kiss and Amy was out the door and to her room.

Continue on to Chapter 6

By Little Alison

Amy got dressed and padded back down the hallway to her own room, and Lynn just finished putting some clothes on when Tania pulled in the driveway.

“I need a drink,” Tania announced when she opened the door, seeing Lynn, “let’s go out and have some fun, okay?”

Lynn smiled, still tasting Amy on her lips, “Okay, what about Jess?”

“She can have a friend over…” Tania walked past Lynn to Amy’s room. “Honey, me and your aunt are going to go out for a bit, do you want to have one of your friends come over for a sleepover?”

Amy, staring at the TV but not really watching, turned around. “I guess so. I could call Cassie.”

“Oh good, Cassie’s mom is nice.”

Calls were made and before long Cassie arrived, Lynn and Tania were out the door and Amy had devised a plan. Before Cassie arrived, Amy positioned her webcam toward her bed, set it to record and turned the monitor off. She also retrieved a ‘special’ video she had on a flash drive, and plugged it into a slot on her TV. She was quite pleased with herself.

*****

Cassie was two years younger than Amy, only 10, but with a growth spurt just behind her she was almost the same height as Amy. In fact, the only thing that was significantly different, body-wise, was that Cassie’s breasts hadn’t blossomed yet, and were just hints of shapes to come. She had vibrant red hair, offset with pale skin, though not too many freckles. Her eyes had a light and almost sparkly greenness to them and under certain light, they would almost twinkle. Combined with her ready smile and soft full lips, Cassie had all the makings of a future bombshell. Amy thought she was already there.

The two young girls laughed and giggled and talked about school, moms, TV, Facebook. They talked about boys, Amy steering the conversation to kissing. Cassie had practiced kissing before and was unsure. Amy, more than eager to help, offered to continue practicing.

“If you want, Cass,” Amy said, sitting cross-legged on her bed, “we could do some practicing here. It is fun.” Cassie was a little shy, but excited, Amy could tell.

“Sure,” Cassie knelt on the bed in front of Amy, “how do we start?”

“Just close your eyes and relax your lips…” Amy showed her what to do. Cassie did as told and Amy leaned forward, her lips pressing gently, softly, against Cassie’s.

“That’s nice,” Cassie whispered, opening her eyes slightly.

“I like your lips, very sexy” Amy responded.

The two continued, with Amy kissing with more force and the kissing becoming far more animated. Amy could feel her nipples harden and the familiar tingling between her legs. Amy’s hand moved and was on Cassie’s waist, her palm lightly but firmly feeling her friend.

Cassie was momentarily startled by Amy’s tongue on her lips, but quickly follwed suit and soon the two girls had their tongues playing slowly with each other. Cassie was getting very aroused, but she was unsure that she should, so despite her little fingers caressing Amy’s forearm, she broke their kiss.

“That was… really nice,” Cassie stuttered, her face flushed.

“You’re a great kisser,” Amy responded, her body warm all over. Cassie blushed, looking down.

Amy grabbed a brush from the table, “Okay, turn around, let me brush your hair.” Cassie smiled and turned, toward the TV and the computer.

Amy brushed her friend’s hair and they talked some, though Cassie was a little dreamy, still enjoying the aftereffects of the kissing.

“Oh!” Amy started, “I wanted to show you something I found.” Amy leaned over, grabbing her remote, “you remember Tami, Ali’s friend?”

Cassie was looking at her friend, “Yeah.”

“Well, look what I found…” Amy turned on the TV, accessed the flash drive, and started the video.

The camera, pointing toward a bed, showed Tami, 14 years old, blonde, long legs and conveniently, no clothes on. Cassie’s eyes widened. She somewhat knew this older girl, but to see her on a webcam totally naked! She stared. She never thought about it, but Tami’s body was amazing. Long tanned legs, defined hips, breasts that were, to Cassie’s eyes, nearly perfect. She could see Tami’s small areolas and hard nipples.

“Oh, forgot the sound,” Amy adjusted the sound, turning it up to hear every bit of breathing and sighing.

Tami stared into the camera, her fingers gliding over her firm breasts, then kneading them. “Do you like these?” she asked, “I bet you want them, don’t you.”

Amy continued to brush Cassie’s hair as Cassie sat, motionless, in front of the TV.

Tami moved on the screen, pinching her nipples, sucking a finger with her pink lipsticked lips. She then leaned back, opening her legs and showing her lovely pussy. “Mmmm, yes,” Tami moaned, “I’m so fucking wet for you. Tell me you are too. Tell me you’re as fucking wet as I am. Look at my pussy,” encouraging the viewer as she slipped a finger between her wet lips, sliding it up and down.

Cassie started, “Who is she… is it someone…”

“I don’t know who she was sending this to… it’s so hot, though, right?”

“Yeah,” Cassie responded dreamily.

Amy’s brushing went on, with the tines of the brush catching a little in the sleep shirt Cassie wore. “Cass, take this off,” Amy tugged lightly at the arm of Cassie’s top, “it keeps catching on the brush.”

Without a word, Cassie pulled her thin white top off, showing her smooth bone white body. Amy did the same, so both girls would just be in their panties as they watched Tami finger her pussy.

Tami’s moans and encouragements got louder and Amy got bolder. She moved her body right behind Cassie, one breast touching her friend’s back, and her free hand caressing Cassie’s smooth shoulder. She continued to brush Cassie’s hair, a sort of sensual continuum to keep her at ease.

Amy looked over her friend’s shoulder and saw her little girl nipples, nice and hard. Just as she thought they might get. She whispered to her, softly, “God this is so hot, isn’t it?” Her hand sliding around and fingertips lightly touching Cassie’s nipples.

Cassie drew in a deep breath, “oh yes. . .”she sighed, both as an answer to the question and as an auditory response to Amy’s touch.

“She’s so wet. Do you get that wet, Cass?”

“Yes.”

“I’m like that now.” Amy’s lips were pressed to Cassie’s ear. “Look at her fingers… do you do that?”

Cassie moved her head up and down, never taking her eyes off the screen, “Y-y-yeah, sometimes, but… she’s amazing.”

“Let me see.” Amy moved around and looked, seeing a small spot of wetness on Cassie’s panties. Cassie, wide eyed, opened her legs and noticed a larger spot of wetness on Amy.

“We should take these off.” Amy slid her panties down and off, Cassie following her lead.

Moving back behind Cassie, Amy pressed her whole chest against Cassie’s back, wrapping an arm around front and letting her fingers slide down between her legs.

Tami was furiously pushing two fingers in her pussy on the screen and moaning loudly when Amy’s finger finally touched Cassie’s wet, bare pussy lips. “Oh, that feels good,” Cassie said, her body trembling slightly. Amy’s finger spread Cassie’s wetness, her fingertip finding and teasing the tiny hard clit of her friend.

Amy kissed Cassie’s ear, then moved down to her neck, letting her tongue lick the pale warm skin. Cassie was breathing much deeper and was almost panting. She’d never had anyone else touch her before, and now she was almost shaking with new feelings.

“Don’t stop,” Cassie sighed, “oh god, yes.” Her breathing was labored, her eyes closed, her head leaning back, mouth open in ecstasy. Amy had one hand between Cassie’s thin inviting thighs, and the other caressing her barely-there breasts. Amy looked at her computer camera and smiled.

All of a sudden, Cassie jerked, her hips moved, her entire body seemingly moving in all directions at once as she emitted at loud guttural noise. “Oh goddddd,” she managed to eke out, her head dropping forward and hair dangling over her face as her orgasm took control of her body.

Amy kept her fingers on Cassie’s pussy as she came, the wetness coating Amy’s fingers.

Cassie turned her face to Amy, breathing hard, eyes slightly glazed as she stared in both amazement and gratitude toward Amy. “Oh my god, Amy,” Cassie breathed, “that was the best thing ever.”

Amy smiled, and kissed Cassie softly, “You are so sexy when you come, Cassie. I love how you look, sound and…” she moved her fingers to her mouth, “taste.” She made a show of slowly licking the pussy juice from her fingers, watching Cassie’s eyes widen at her friend’s actions.

“Okay, turn around,” Amy prompted her friend, and sit with your legs open, like this.” Amy showed Cassie what to do, exposing her own soaking wet pussy, which Cassie couldn’t help but stare at. Cassie did as told. “Now, I’m going to do this…” Amy put her left leg under Cassie’s right and her right over Cassie’s left. “Now press your pussy to mine. I’ve seen this done, it’s called tribbing.”

Cassie had a confused look on her face but moved her hips closer to Amy’s, watching Amy’s movements and trying to match them. “I don’t see how…” Cassie started to say, then she felt Amy’s soft warm very wet pussy press to hers. Cassie let out a small moan.

“Now, just press into me and move your hips a little,” Amy instructed, her own hips rotating and feeling the small charges flow through her body when her clit was pressed, pushed, or pinched slightly by Cassie’s smooth pussy.

Amy and Cassie soon found a rhythm, moving and pressing to each other, Amy pinching Cassie’s nipples as they both moaned, riding waves of small orgasms, even drowning out the sound of Tami fucking her pussy with a dildo on the TV.

“Oh fuck, Cassie,” Amy was barely able to focus at this point, her body and mind pure sex, “I’m gonna come, oh god come with me, Cass, come on my fucking pussy…” Amy grabbed her friend, pulled her tightly to her and exploded, her juices almost squirting out, soaking Cassie’s already wet pussy. Cassie managed to hold off for another 10 seconds before pushing her hips forward with such force, Amy had a hard time maintaining contact with that 10-year-old pussy. Both girls moaned loud, able to let themselves go, knowing they didn’t have to be quiet and could just let their minds be free.

Both heavily breathing, Amy leaned forward, kissing Cassie deeply. They had shared an experience on such a deep level, Cassie thought, she would never be the same.

Staring into each other’s eyes, they smiled.

Continue on to Chapter 7

By Little Alison

Lynn helped her incredibly drunk younger sister out of her car and walked her to the door of the house.

They’d gone out for dinner and drinks, then had some drinks, and then finished up with even more drinks.

Tania was beyond drunk and, though Lynn had nearly as much as Tania, she was still in control. But she remembered how, when they were young, Tania couldn’t hold her alcohol. What was true then stayed true now.

Earlier, amidst the drinks and chit chat, Lynn told Tania she had sworn off men forever.

Tania laughed, “Oh yeah! Maybe I should do that too. All guys are idiots, starting with my ex and going down.” She laughed loudly.

“Well,” Lynn said, “I decided I wasn’t getting enough out of them to make it worth my while. So now, I do other things.” Lynn was leading Tania onward.

“Other things,” Tania gave her sister a long glassy eyed stare, “What other things? Goats? Rocks? What?”

Lynn laughed a little, looked down at her drink, “Tania, you know I’ve always played around a little,” Lynn was actually proud of how she was acting as if she was shy and quiet and unsure about this, “and since swearing off men, I’ve sorta started being with women.” Lynn looked up, giving Tania her ‘big-soulful-eyes’ look.

Tania gave a brief pause, then smiled, taking a sip of her drink. “You mean you only like girls now?”

Lynn laughed inside at the very accurate word “girls.” “Yeah, I only have sex with girls.”

“Huh. So for you, this,” Tania motioned to the drinks and bar, “is like a date.”

“Look, Tania, I just wanted to tell you so that, you know, it isn’t all weird.”

“It’s okay, Lynn. I’m not worried. I don’t put out on the first date. What time is it anyway?”

An hour later, Lynn was shepherding her sister inside the house and down the hall.

Amy, her face buried between Cassie’s smooth white thighs, could hear her mother and Lynn enter the house, and both her and her young lover stared at the door, as if their combined concentration could keep it closed.

“You need to get to bed, young lady.” Lynn mocked Tania, who was staggering a great deal.

“This hasn’t been a bad date, y’know,” Tania slurred.

Lynn laughed, “Just get in bed before you pass out in the hallway, lightweight.”

“Fine, fine. Where’s my goodnight kiss?” Tania leaned forward, puckering her lips.

“What?”

“First date gets a kiss, now come here.” Tania grabbed Lynn by her curvy waist, pulling her forward. Lynn could feel, in an instant, her nipples harden and her senses heighten.

Tania, her eyes barely open, pressed her lips to Lynn’s. She was sloppy, as will happen after drinking, but Lynn felt softness, warmth, a simple slowness in the kiss. It seemed to last an hour, with even an hint of tongue from Tania. Lynn’s hand moved to her sister’s waist and then…

“Okay, baby,” Tania turned to her room laughing, “That’s it on a first date. You’re gonna have to woo me if you want me…” She staggered into her room, closing the door. Lynn could hear her bumping around as she settled in for the night.

Lynn knew that within a few minutes Tania would be passed out in bed. Even in high school, when she drank she would fall into bed and not even an explosion could wake her.

Seeing the light still on in Amy’s room, Lynn knocked softly. She heard sounds of movement and whispering. “Come in.”

Cassie and Amy were in bed, covered by blankets up to their necks and as far apart on Amy’s bed as possible. Lynn smiled at their attempt to hide.

“So, have fun tonight?” Lynn let her finger move up and gently and slowly rub her erect nipple through her blouse.

Amy threw back the covers, exposing her delightful naked body, “Oh Mommy Lynn, I’m so glad you’re here.”

She bounded up, moved across the room lightning-quick and nearly jumped into Lynn’s arms. They found themselves in a deep passionate kiss and embrace in an instant. Lynn could taste Cassie’s juices on Amy’s lips, her hands sliding down and cupping the 12 year old’s perfectly formed ass.

Amy, though having spent the whole night playing and fingering and orgasming with Cassie, found herself soaking wet at the slightest caress from Lynn. Cassie watched the scene, amazed and without even thinking, let her hand slide down and gently rub her warm hairless pussy lips.

Amy’s little arms were wrapped around Lynn’s neck and she raised her legs, wrapping them around Lynn’s generous curves. Lynn could feel the wetness of Amy’s young pussy pressed against her blouse.

“You always make Mommy so happy, baby,” Lynn cooed.

“Mommy, we have been having so much fun,” Amy said, nodding her head toward Cassie. “Wanna see what we did?”

Lynn gave Amy a wry smile, nodding yes.

Amy moved to Cassie, kissing her gently, softly and letting her hand caress the upper thigh of her younger friend. “Cassie, this is my lover, MommyLynn. She’s just so, so…” Amy smiled wide, her hand moving slowly over her own tight stomach, “so perfect.”

“Nice to see Amy has such a luscious little friend, Cassie.” Lynn walked to the bed, unbuttoning her top, exposing her full breasts and achingly hard nipples.

“Thank you Lynn. I didn’t know Amy was… had an older…”

“Call me Mommy if you like, Cassie. I like being Amy’s loving mommy, and would love to be able to be yours, too.” Amy went to her computer as Lynn bent toward Cassie, slowly moving in to kiss the 10 year old.

“Okay, Mommy,” Cassie sighed, moving forward and pressing her full lips to Lynn, who kissed with both a gentleness and ferocity that make Cassie feel comfortable and highly aroused. Lynn’s hand moved instinctively between Cassie’s thighs as the girl leaned back, her legs opening for her new lover.

Amy turned from the computer to see Lynn’s fingers sliding between Cassie’s smooth little girl pussy lips. Cassie’s legs were spread wide now, her tongue playing with Lynn’s as they pressed their mouths and bodies together.

Amy started to play the video she had taken of her and Cassie playing, but was imminintly more interested in Lynn’s finger, which was just then pressing into Cassie’s tight hairless pussy. Cassie moaned out loud as Lynn pressed her finger slowly, ever deeper, into her lovely body.

As she moaned and sighed at the new and fabulous sensations, Lynn licked down her chest, her tongue darting over the 10 year old’s nipples, teasing, sucking, biting.

Lynn looked into the face of the vixen she was fingering and smiled her wicked smile, adoring the life she was leading and happy she was able to indulge her most passionate and depraved desires. Then she felt the zipper on her skirt slide down, and the thin fabric fall to her feet with the slight crackle of static electricity.

Amy ran her hands up and down Lynn’s thighs and ass. She let her tongue slowly explore her mommy-lover’s cheeks. And as Lynn was absorbed in bringing Cassie to orgasm, Amy pressed Lynn’s cheeks apart and began to lick her lover. Amy was in heaven pleasuring Lynn, who let out a short gasp at the initial tonguing, and then sympathetic moans as Amy’s tongue licked and teased its way from Lynn’s puckered ass to her dripping and wanting pussy.

Amy pressed her face forward and hard, tasting every bit she could. Lynn, for her part, arched her back even more, giving Amy a better angle to lick her soaking pussy. Amy rubbed Lynn’s ass, her tiny finger teasing, as she pushed her tongue into Lynn’s willing pussy.

Cassie was moaning loud, her eyes closed, her stomach muscles taut and tense as her body was unable to control the intense feelings that were emanating from her pussy and brain. Lynn worked her way down to Cassie’s pussy, licking over her hairless mound and flicking her tongue quickly and eagerly over her tiny hard clit.

Cassie exploded. Her pussy gripped Lynn’s finger as her body thrashed uncontrollably on the bed. Lynn withdrew her finger and instead licked up the wetness as fast as she could, savoring the juices of this young girl. AS she did so, she pressed her slick finger to Cassie’s mouth, letting her taste her own pussy. Cassie sucked Lynn’s finger quite well, still moaning and convulsing. Her body was electric and she felt she had, after sucking her own juices, become what she had always wanted to be, a girl with no limitations.

Lynn’s eyes were beginning to glaze over just a bit. Amy was licking furiously and the surge of sensations moving through Lynn’s body were increasing with intensity. She knew she would be coming quickly. Knowing this, she turned from the drained Cassie and looked back behind her. “Put your finger in” she said, softly, to Amy. With that, Amy pressed her finger into Lynn’s puckered ass, making Lynn tilt her head back and moan loudly.

Amy was proud of herself for making her mommy moan so much, but she wanted more. She wanted to make her come with a crashing orgasm. She pumped Lynn’s ass with her finger, added a second and pumped more. Her tongue licked more and more and found the perfect spot on Lynn’s clit that made Lynn’s muscle spasm in anticipation.

“Oh fuck, Amy,” Lynn was moaning loudly, “just like that, make Mommy come… make your mommy come like a good slut. Make Mommy…”

She never finished the sentence before she hit her wall. Her body jumped and her legs buckled. She was squeezing Amy’s fingers as her hips moved and juices spread over her pussy, Amy’s tongue, her own thighs. “Fuuuccckkkkk honey…” she managed to squeak out as Amy slowed her licking. Lynn collapsed on the bed. The combination of alcohol and the intensity of the sex had drained her body and she became a limp entity.

She rolled onto her back, panting heavily, motioning to Amy.

“Come here baby, come to Mommy.”

Amy dutifully came, kissing her lover passionately and then softly suckling the erect nipples on Lynn’s full breasts.

“I’m so glad I finally got to taste you, Mommy,” Amy enthused, her fingers lazily drawing circles on Lynn’s stomach.

“Me too, baby,” Lynn replied, “and I’m glad your friend Cassie could make it too.”

“I love you, Mommy,” Amy said dreamily.

“I love you too, honey,” Lynn responded, her heart racing and mind ablaze. She surely DID love Amy. She loved everything about her, especially her age. Lynn stayed wet at the reality that her 12-year-old niece was her lover.

Lynn smiled.

Continue on to Chapter 8

By Little Alison

Finally got to feel Amy’s tongue on my pussy. She is very good for being a young little thing. And, I got to taste her little friend Cassie. She didn’t look 10, but her pussy, oh lord! Cassie’s pussy was smooth, not a trace of hair on her mound. I let my tongue slide lazily over her skin, feeling each and every goosebump. She was so tiny and tight and puffy and my tongue had a hard time, initially, of finding her clit, though I did… small and hard. And I was rewarded with the taste of a young girl. Even without Amy licking me from behind, I might have come just from the sensation of Cassie’s body under my mouth and her taste.

Tania has had two days off in a row, meaning my time with Amy has been limited. We’ve stolen little kisses here and there, but not enough time alone to once again make her body explode in bed.

Though… the other night we were watching a movie on the couch, me and Amy on one, and Tania, partially snoozing (she worked a double shift the day before and was having a hard time staying awake) on the other. I had a blanket covering myself and Amy. Over the course of the first half of the movie, Amy moved closer to me. I moved my hand down, under the blanket, of course, and slid it under the edge of her panties. Just touching her got me as wet as I could get and I could feel her body warm at my touch. My fingers found her lovely pussy, so moist and hot, it took every bit of restraint to not just take her right there.

As it was, I moved my finger until I pressed it into her… over and over again, feeling her muscles squeeze my finger, and her juices coating my hand, her panties, her thighs and the couch. I could hear her breathing deepen as I fingered my lovely niece. Tania was oblivious. I think she was asleep.

I looked into Amy’s eyes, they were wide and going from keen to glassy with the intensity of feeling. I pumped her in and out, I wanted her to come for me, right there, with her mom in the room. Her breathing was deeper, louder, and I know if Tania was awake, she would have heard. Amy was on the edge, my finger buried in her, moving in and out, teasing her clit. I leaned over, whispering, “I love you, Amy.. come for Mommy.”

Amy’s body convulsed, her eyes closed tight and she pressed her legs together, trapping my finger. She was breathing hard through her nose, trying to stifle what would be raucous sounds of her massive orgasm. I watched her intently, savoring every moment of pure sexual and sensual agony Amy was going through.

After the movie, Tania stumbled Amy to her bed, then knocked out. I masturbated furiously while searching for a young girl to play with on video chat.

Woke up in front of my laptop, screen still open to the video chat/sex chat page. I was wearing only a thin tank top and the chair was still wet from my playing the night before. Tania popped her head in and told me breakfast was almost ready. I almost wish she could have seen me fingering myself.

Tania ran to the store and me and Amy had a animalistic 20 minutes together. Amy so overcome with desire, I suppose, she insisted that she would get me off the whole time. I didn’t argue. Her tongue drove into me and she made good use of her fingers on my hard clit. Even a moment with Amy is enough to make my whole essence aroused. I was wet the moment we kissed, before my panties came off and before she began licking. I came on her pretty little face when she started sucking my clit. It was so intense, I think I may have blacked out for a moment. I SO need this girl.

Amy asked me if I ever thought of fucking my own daughter. Yes, but she doesn’t like me. She has taken her father’s opinion of me. Amy thought it would be fun to try to seduce her. She laughed. My, how I love her laugh. Give it a try Amy, I said. Just let me watch!

Been thinking of the kiss Tania gave me the other night. How it felt not only natural and real, but sexy sensual and hot as hell. Would it be OK to try to do something with her? My sister? Not like I haven’t crossed a few barriers already… but not sure how’d she’d react. Well, with my tongue licking her, I KNOW how she’d react!

Downloaded video of two girls, ages 6 and 5 pumping vibrators in and out of their tiny tight pussies. Watching them with my fingers sliding in and out of my pussy, my nipples so hard they hurt. I watched their little pert lips pucker as they felt the enjoyment of their pussies stimulated. I didn’t make it to the end, but came with a loud yell as the 6-year-old lowered her pussy onto the 5-year-old’s face and said, “Lick it, slut.”

I had to quickly put on a robe and explain to Tania, who knocked at my door, that I yelled because I stubbed my toe.

Tania may be gone tomorrow all day. I think it’s time I really used my strap-on on Amy. This is so wrong. I love it.

Continue on to Chapter 9

By Little Alison

Amy woke up, still tired. Tired, but with a smile. In the middle of the night she had been gently awakened by Lynn, slowly pulling her panties down Amy’s smooth legs.

“Shhh, honey, don’t say a thing. Let Mommy Lynn do everything.” Lynn looked with a wicked smile up at Amy. Amy nodded, goosebumps forming on her legs as Lynn’s fingertips slid up Amy’s inner thighs, gently parting them. Amy was instantly wet. Even the slightest touch from Lynn turned her to putty.

Lynn removed her top quickly, bent down further, and ran her tongue up Amy’s leg, all the while maintaining eye contact with her little lover.

“Oh yes, Mommy,” Amy quietly sighed, wanting to stay as quiet as possible, as her mom’s room was right next door. Lynn spread Amy’s legs further apart, exposing her perfect, puffy pussy. Lynn’s fingers slowly, lightly opened Amy’s warm lips, letting the glistening moisture coat her fingertips.

“Mmmm, my perfect pussy… my perfect baby girl,” Lynn whispered, looking into the wide expectant eyes of Amy.

Amy cooed in response. Her body was trembling as Lynn’s tongue finally touched her warm aching lips.

“Oh!” Amy yelped, uncontrollably, then covered her mouth with her hand, mortified she might have been heard. Lynn carried on, her tongue sliding up and down between Amy’s slick pussy lips. She moved her tongue slowly at first, then quicker, lashing at Amy’s small but hard little clit. Amy was squirming under Lynn’s mouth, her pussy tingling, every touch like a fire of pleasure.

Pressing her mouth forward, Lynn surrounded Amy’s pussy with her mouth, slowly drawing her lips in, having them meet at her clit. Lynn had to put her hands under Amy’s perfect ass to stop her from bouncing around, she was so excited.

Amy felt Lynn’s tongue press inside her. She almost yelled. It felt so good, so right, so perfect. This is what she always wanted. What she needed. To Amy, it felt like Lynn’s tongue was a yard long, as it snaked and darted and moved inside her.

The sensations grew stronger. Amy was rubbing her small breasts and pinching her nipples as the avalanche of orgasm was about to be let loose. She could feel her muscles tightening, her head was swimming, her lungs ached to scream out in happiness.

Lynn sensed how close Amy was, moving her tongue to Amy’s clit, flicking at it quickly and with fervor. At the same time, pressing two fingers into Amy’s pussy, spreading her and filling her. Amy’s eyes widened at the new and wonderful sensations. She was about to. . .

“Fuuuuuucckkkkk!” Amy managed to squeak out, loud enough for Lynn to hear, but not too loud. Amy’s body thrashed on the bed, involuntarily moving side to side as she felt orgasm after orgasm rip through her body. At no point did Lynn let up, her tongue tasting every drop of Amy’s precious juices, her desire pushing Amy far beyond the point of control.

Lynn sucked Amy’s clit, pressing her face hard to her niece’s pussy. Amy could only elicit sounds of deep breathing. her senses collapsed by the sexual onslaught.

Her lips coated in juices, Lynn began to kiss her way up Amy’s body. Over her bare mound, licking up her stomach, moving quickly with heavy breathing, kissing and nibbling erect nipples, finally pressing her lips to Amy’s.

Warm heavy kisses passed between the two lovers, eagerness and urgency filled them both. “I love you, I love you, I love you” Amy said, baring her soul to Lynn.

“I love you too, honey,” Lynn smiled, “now go to sleep. Mommy just wanted to taste you before going to bed.”

With that, Lynn got up from the bed, looked down at the sexually disheveled, smiling and panting 12 year old, sheets askew, and blew her a final soft kiss. Amy smiled, happy.

*****

Amy padded out into the kitchen, the thoughts of Lynn’s nocturnal visit still in her active mind.

It was still early and she figured she might be able to sneak into Lynn’s room and repay the favor before her mother got up.

On the kitchen table, written quickly, was a note to Amy from her mother.

Honey, me and your Auntie Lynn went down to the beach to jog for a while. We’ll be back about noon.

Love you,
Mom

Whatever, thought Amy. When was the last time mom went jogging? she wondered. She didn’t focus too much on that, as she was still buzzing from thoughts of Lynn between her legs.

As she stood looking into the fridge she could feel her mind wander and her body respond to her thoughts. Her nipples hardened, her pussy was getting moist and she quickly abandoned thoughts of breakfast and decided to have a little fun online.

Back in her room, Amy logged on to her favorite cam site, positioning her cam, and beginning her search. She usually didn’t do a location search, but today decided she wanted to play with someone close by. She tossed her sleep shirt aside and sat in her chair in just her white panties. She typed in the search criteria into the form.

San Diego Area

Female

older/younger

Cam/w sound only

Looking for: Older

A few moments later, there appeared several options; Amy leaned closer to her screen and stared at the avatar picture of each woman.

24f seeks same. No, that’s not right, thought Amy.

50f couple seeks yf. Nope again.

36f/mom for female. Hmmm, maybe. Amy clicked the name, “Tina” and in a flash Tina appeared on the screen. Or, rather, the tank-topped chest of Tina appeared on the screen. Amy frowned a little. She wanted to see a face, that’s what she was interested in — at least, she thought to herself, initially.

The camera caught Amy from her shoulders up. Her hair was slightly disheveled, despite her brushing efforts, her eyes showed clear and sparkling in the early morning light that streamed in from the bedroom window.

“Hi there.”

“Hi, Tina.”

“How are you? You’re gorgeous.”

Amy blushed a little. She was very pretty, but adored being told that she was. “Thank you. I wish I could see you.” Amy turned her head slightly, leaning forward as to say “so show me…”

Tina moved and the camera shook as she came into clear view. Though 36, Tina could pass for late 20’s. Her sandy blonde hair parted in the middle and flowing casually down over her shoulders. Her eyes were a darker brown on the cam. Her nose was as petite and cute as her lips were full and expressive. Her top, which was only partially showing now, was held with spaghetti straps, her olive skin looked warm and inviting. Amy felt her pulse quicken.

“You’re pretty, Tina.”

“Thank you, babes. Ummm,” Tina looked to her left, “if you hear something in the background, it’s my son. He’s 6 months old now.”

“Okay, that’s cool.”

“Are you really 12?” Tina asked, hesitantly.

“Yes, I am,” Amy smiled brightly, knowing she was inordinately cute, “is that what you want?”

Tina stared, eyes attentive, “Yes, I want that, I mean you, I mean… I’m a little flustered. You’re so pretty and I want to see you… play with yourself for me.”

“Mmmmm, I want that too…” Amy moved the cam to show her from her stomach up, her little breasts so bouncy and perky and topped with delicious looking hard nipples. “Do you like how this looks, Tina?” Amy loved to ask questions like this.

“Yes,” Tina said, softly, “I like that. My god, you’re sexy.”

Amy rubbed her chest, pinching and pulling her nipples, letting little moans escape as she stared into the camera. She was so turned on, not just from her own hands, but from being watched. She loved these cam encounters, more so when the woman was older and loved watching.

“Take off your top, Tina. Let me see. I like to lick a woman’s nipples. Suck them. Fondle them.”

Tina pulled down her top, straps falling to the side, her breasts now in full view.

Amy clearly saw her dark areolas, with hard nipples. Tina was easily a C cup and her breasts hung naturally. Despite having a child 6 months ago, it was clear she was in good shape. She was curvy, but in the sexiest way, Amy thought.

“Oh Tina,” Amy moaned, teasingly, “what I wouldn’t give to suckle on those.”

“I am still nursing.”

“Even better. Would you let me nurse, Tina? Let me nurse and play with your…”

“Yes,” interrupted Tina, her hands fondling her own full breasts, eyes closed, breathing heavier now, “I’d love to have you sucking my nipple, milk flowing to you… I’d — I’d,” she paused, “I’d finger your pussy as you sucked me like my own girl. Finger you as you touched me.”

Amy stood up, quickly removing her panties, sitting down with her legs spread, her smooth tight wet pussy clear to see.

“You like my pussy, Tina? I am so wet right now.” Amy was running a finger between her warm slick lips, moving it up and down so Tina could see.

“Oh Amy, I’d love to lick you right now. I’m so ready for you. I’d love to taste your juices on my face.”

Amy began to rub her now hard clit as she stared at her screen. Tina had moved again and was on her back, her legs open and her fingers pushing into her pussy. Amy loved that she had hair and that she could see the wetness glisten on cam.

Amy reached and turned up the sound. She could hear both the sound of Tina moaning as she slowly and eagerly used two fingers in her own soaking pussy, but also of the wetness itself. Amy was close and knew she wanted Tina to see her come.

“Tina, I want you to lick me till I come. I want to feel your tongue in me. I want it so bad.” Amy was using both hands, one on her clit, the other with two fingers in her pussy.

“Yes Amy, I want to lick your pussy, to taste all of you, and then kiss you deeply. I want you to taste your own pussy and after you nurse I want to kiss you and taste my milk. Do that for me, baby.”

Both Tina and Amy were moaning and playing, fingers flying and cameras linking the two in their ecstasy. For minutes they uttered barely a word that could be deciphered, just grunts and suggestions of words.

Their bodies were moving, almost in unison, as they moved ever closer to orgasm. Tina saw Amy’s body begin to shake, her stomach tensing, the whole of her torso beginning to lose control.

“Tina I’m going… ah, going… AHHHHHHHHH!” Amy exploded, her fingers moving furiously over her pussy as it grew wetter and wetter. Her head moved forward and back, she saw stars and felt the heat rise and flow out of her body. Every bit of tissue was moving and shaking and she felt the waves of orgasm careening in her, back and forth, their intensity barely abating as she tried to settle herself. Her clit was almost too sensitive, and she held her finger with pressure against it.

“Fuuucccckkk!” Tina yelled, her own body almost falling out of camera sight. She leaned forward, the telltale expression of beautiful agony upon her face as she came. One hand still pumping fingers in and out of her, the other squeezing her own breast so that, as Amy could see, drops of milk dribbled down her breast and onto her stomach.

Both Amy and Tina sat, looking into their respective cameras, panting, naked, and smiling.

“Amy, that was fantastic.” Tina had beads of sweat on her forehead, her hair askew.

“Thank you, Tina,” Amy responded, trying hard to be impish. “I came so hard thinking of you licking me. I wish you could.”

“Me too.”

The two were silent for a few moments.

“Is there anything else you really enjoy,” Amy asked, “besides, you know, 12 year old girls?” She giggled.

Tina laughed, sweeping back her hair as she did. “Well, I’m not sure it’s for everyone, you know.”

“Try me. I like a few taboo things.” Amy laughed to herself. Yes, taboo, like having frequent and amazing sex with her own aunt.

Tina looked down, thinking if she really should say what she wanted. Then, with a quick decision, did.

“What I want is a young girl like you… ”

“I like where this is going already.” Amy smiled.

“To be straddling me. I’m lying on my back naked. And the girl, you, have your legs over my hips. I could feel your pussy on my stomach, warm and inviting.”

“Mmmmm, I like it.”

“We kiss and hold each other. You touch my breasts, pinching till I lactate a little.”

“Would love to.”

“Then, I’d want you to… ” Tina paused, glancing aside, unsure, “I’d… are you sure you want to hear?”

“God, yes! I’m already fingering myself again! Tell me.”

“Okay… as you kiss me and suck on my nipples I hold you to me, feeling your body as a lover… my own young lover, and then I’d want you to… pee on me.”

Amy was wide-eyed. She had only seen it a few times in videos, but it was still, to her, not something that came to mind.

Still and all, she unconsciously increased the pace of her fingering.

“You want me to pee on you, Tina?”

“Yes, I want to feel the warmth cover my stomach, to flow down and between my legs and over my pussy. I want to feel it between my lips as I stare into your eyes.”

Tina had a far away look on her face as she spoke. Amy could tell this was a deeply held desire. Something she really wanted.

“I’d love to feel you spray your milk on me as I did it. would that be okay, Tina?”

Tina closed her eyes, biting her lip as she let her mind wander. “Yes Amy. My god, I can almost feel it now.”

Amy was staring at the screen and noticed that Tina was located in San Diego.

“Tina, ever heard of the Smithson Mall?” Amy lived 2 blocks from it.

Tina opened her eyes, let them adjust to reality quickly, then answered, “Sure, it’s a few miles from me, why?”

“We have to meet, Tina.” Amy was speaking quickly, “We have to meet today, now. We have to do this. I could be there in about 20 minutes. Tell me you can too.” Amy was almost pleading. Her eyes were wide, her body was alive and restless and her mind was full of images.

“I’m not sure if… ” Tina trailed off a little.

“Please say yes, please.” Amy’s heart was beating faster.

“20 minutes?”

“Quicker if you like.”

Tina looked to her left, contemplating.

“By the Nordstrom’s entrance, I have a dark red Range Rover. 20 minutes.” Tina reached forward and her camera went off.

Amy smiled a huge smile and ran around her room, looking for something sexy to wear. 20 minutes.

Continue on to Chapter 10

By Little Alison

Tania is just too damn perky this early in the morning, thought Lynn as she sat down in Tania’s car. Tania decided they both needed a good run on the beach, so off they went. Lynn wanted to protest she that she didn’t have enough sleep last night. But telling her sister that she was forgoing sleep last night in favor of ravishing her daughter, well, that wasn’t an option. So now Lynn found herself in shorts, a sweatshirt and a pair of borrowed running shoes.

After parking, Lynn began to stretch, while Tania bounced around next to the car.

“C’mon Lynn, let’s get going.”

“Let me stretch. I haven’t done this in a while. I don’t want to cramp up or tear something or enjoy myself or anything,” Lynn said with a smile.

“Oh, you worry too much, let’s go.”

Tania set an annoyingly fast pace that Lynn barely kept up with, but having run track in school, she knew what she could and couldn’t do. Lynn wasn’t sure if Tania knew what she was doing. Lynn ran behind her and noticed that her sister, in her skin tight running pants and workout top, actually still had a fantastic figure. Just staring at Tania’s butt as she bounced along the path made the minutes go by a little quicker. So much so that Lynn had to keep looking down to make sure her hard nipples weren’t showing. They weren’t, but the sweatshirt was making her hotter and sweatier.

“Tania,” Lynn spoke breathlessly to her younger, fitter sister, “I think we’re about done, don’t you?”

Tania’s feet pounded to a stop at the edge of the path, where she turned, hands on her hips, ponytail, swaying in the light beach breeze. “Finished eh?” Tania smiled. “Well, I thought we might get a bite and a drink here.” She pointed up a long flight of stairs to a pub at the top of the bluffs. “Race ya.” And off she went, bounding up the steps, two at a time, then one, then walking. Lynn, on the other hand, walked up the whole way.

In the pub, Lynn was in her element. Drinking and talking were her twin forte’s. And girls, though she probably wouldn’t say that out loud too often.

After 4 drinks each, and no food despite their intentions, Tania began to ask Lynn about her and her taste in women.

“How about her?” Tania asked, pointing her glass at a similarly clad runner girl who was at the other end of the bar. “Is that the type you like?”

Lynn smiled. Her sister couldn’t really handle her drink. “I don’t really know her, so I can’t say, Tania. It all depends on the girl. But I do like younger girls, and she’s younger.”

“You should ask her out!”

“No thanks. Let’s have another drink.”

30 minutes later Tania was wobbly legged and Lynn was dialing a cab. “Let’s go home and relax, okay?” Lynn smiled at her sister.

“My leg is cramping, Lynn. You gotta help me with this. You used to work on muscles, right? Help me out.”

“Okay, okay, when we get home I’ll work out the cramp. For now, just keep it stretched.”

When they got home they read the note Amy left:

Mom and Auntie Lynn, I went to the mall with some of the girls for a while. Be back later.

Call me if you need me.

Love you, Amy

“How’s the leg, Tania?”

“Killing me.” Tania kicked off her shoes dramatically.

“Fine. Let me change real quick and you lie down for me.”

Lynn walked in her room, amused that all the stretching saved her muscles and her sister got hurt by not stretching beforehand. She went to her bathroom, pulled her hair back, took everything off and put on a pair of white cotton shorts and her favorite blue tank top. She stared at herself in the mirror. Not bad Lynn, not bad at all. She smiled.

Coming out, she stopped at what she saw. Tania was laying face down on Lynn’s bed, naked. Her pale skin standing out even more against the brown comforter. Lynn stared. Tania really did have a great body. She was genuinely surprised.

“So, you want me to do it here, I take it.” Lynn asked, dazedly.

“Yes Lynn, right here. It’s so relaxing right here.” She moved a little, stretching her arms out in front of her. The muscles in her back moving and undulating under her skin in a satisfactorily sensual way.

Lynn started on Tania’s right calf, kneading and pressing the muscle. There was something so erotic in just the genuine touch, the contrasts of Lynn’s darker skin and Tania’s pale skin and also Tania’s intoxicating perspiration.

Tania cooed and made moans of pleasure and pain, depending on how hard and in what places Lynn rubbed. Lynn, absentmindedly and as if by rote, moved her hands upward, rubbing and kneading Tania’s thighs.

“You’re skin is a little rough. I’m going to get a little lotion to loosen you up.” Lynn wasn’t even fooling herself. She was so turned on by touching her naked, drunk, sexy sister on her bed, that getting lotion was just a handy excuse to explore her even more.

Lynn walked to her bathroom, found her massage oil.

“I got to hand it to you,” Tania drunkenly said, “second date and you already got me naked on your bed.” She laughed.

Lynn felt a twitter of nervousness and excitement in her chest. Did Tania WANT Lynn to fuck her?

As Lynn dribbled the oil onto Tania’s back, time seemed to slow down. As if in slow motion the oil moved over the smooth skin of her sister, some forming a small pool in the small of Tania’s back. Lynn knew the oil felt good, as it was really a oil/lube hybrid that warmed while on the skin. Lynn’s hands spread the oil evenly, slowly, deeply. Making sure from the neck down was getting some attention. Only when she approached her sister’s surprisingly attractive ass did she hesitate.

She had crossed so many other barriers before, what was one more?

She grabbed the oil again, letting a slow stream flow to the top of Tania’s cheeks. Lynn massaged in a fog as she watched a drop of oil make it’s way between Tania’s pale cheeks, moving down and over her tiny puckered ass. Lynn almost gasped as she saw it, she was so overcome by how sexy it all seemed. Tania emitted a low soft moan as the oil found her ass. Lynn noticed her nipples were quite hard as she proceeded to knead Tania’s ass cheeks, her upper thighs and calves.

“Mmmm, that feels good. I’m glad you’re here, Lynn.”

Lynn smiled, so was she. Her hands moved up and down, spreading oil and the fingertips exploring ever so gently. Her hands began to concentrate on Tania’s cheeks, kneading, moving, and separating them with each rub. She could tell by the slight, but unmistakable, upward movement of Tania’s hips that she was an active participant in this exploration.

Lynn’s thumb pressed inward, touching and indeed fondling Tania’s well lubricated ass.

“Ohhh,” Tania softly exclaimed, “oh yessss” she sighed. Lynn rubbed her thumb in circles, letting Tania’s movements enhance the sensation. Then she pressed down, her thumb entering her sister’s ass. Tania let out a moan and whimper.

Lynn moved her thumb in and out as her other hand continued to massage. Deeper and deeper Lynn pressed her thumb, the oil making it so much easier. Within a few moments, Lynn was quickly and purposely ass-fucking her sister with her thumb. Tania was backing herself up to Lynn’s hand with each push.

Lynn saw Tania reach under herself and saw her starting to rub her own, by now, very wet pussy. Lynn replaced Tania’s fingers with her own, rubbing in unison with the thumb in Tania’s ass. Tania raised herself up, her torso on the bed still, but her ass in the air and stomach off the bed. Lynn’s fingers easily found Tania’s warm lips and made their way inside her all too willing pussy. Lynn had two fingers in Tania’s pussy and one in her ass. She was tingling with excitement, wanting, wishing, hoping this was actually happening. Her body ached for this and more.

Tania’s moans began to get louder and louder, filling the bedroom with the near continuous sound of passion and enjoyment.

“Uhh, yes, more… lord… god… yes… fuck… me…”

Spurred on by her sister’s moaning, Lynn increased her movements, even leaning down and applying her tongue to the edges of her sisters’ already stretched ass.

Tania was almost yelling by now, her body responding to every movement of Lynn’s. Her head was thrashing side to side, her chest heaving, her legs quivering and the muscles in her pussy contracting on the fingers that were currently causing such intense feeling.

Suddenly, Tania stiffened and let out a throaty cry, her body flew more than fell forward on the bed, Lynn’s fingers sliding effortlessly out. “Fuuucccckkkkk!” she yelled. Tania exploded in orgasm, every muscle in her body twitching and tightening and her head was light from the suddenness of the feeling. Her breathing was deep and fast and the beads of sweat on her body made her glisten in an irresistible way to Lynn.

Lynn’s shirt and shorts were tossed aside quickly and she began fingering herself. Just watching her sister experience wave after wave of orgasm as she lay on the bed had Lynn so turned on, she almost exploded on first touch.

Tania turned, a look in her eyes that Lynn had never seen, and suddenly grabbed Lynn, falling back on the bed and kissing her deeply. The two women kissed as lovers, tongues playing, hot sweaty bodies pressed eagerly together, sharing alcohol fueled passion.

Lynn felt Tania’s hard nipples pressing into her much larger breasts, her fingers grabbing at her body wantonly. Tania snaked her hand between them, finding Lynn’s soaked pussy lips and began to rub slowly, but firmly.

“Is this good? You like this?” Tania asked between kissing.

“Yes… yes, keep going,” Lynn responded, her body in complete charge of the situation and her mind on pause. “A little more, yes, that’s it…”

When Tania pushed her fingers into Lynn, Lynn threw her head back, coming loudly and violently. Only Tania’s body on top of her stopped her from bouncing off the bed. Her pussy grabbed Tania’s fingers, trying desperately to hold them in place.

As Lynn came down from her body-wracking orgasm, the two sisters kissed and fondled and Lynn pulled Tania to her by her firm ass cheeks. Tania looked with still hazy eyes at Lynn, smiled and laid down next to her. She draped her arm over Lynn’s curvy side and rested her head on Lynn’s arm.

“Whew, I needed that,” was all Tania managed to say, nearly whispering.

Lynn smiled. She both needed and wanted it. And what was more, she had to have it again.

An Erotic Tale of Ancient Mythology
By Toy Boy

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

Queen Hera was sitting on her throne atop Mount Olympus, idly plucking away at her lyre harp.  Her philandering husband Zeus was out drinking with Dionysus and the boys, she thought ruefully to herself, no doubt cavorting with various nymphs and satyrs, and seducing mortal women.  She let out a wistful sigh and played a melancholy tune.  At that moment, in walked little Aphrodite, the soon to be crowned young Goddess of Love.  She was visibly upset and on the verge of tears.

“What’s the matter, my little love angel?” Hera asked as she set down her lyre harp and reached out a consoling hand to Aphrodite.  The little girl took her hand, pulled herself up, and sat down on Hera’s lap and looked into her eyes.

“The other gods and goddesses don’t want to play with me anymore!” the young girl cried.  “All I wanted to do was give them hugs and kisses, what’s so bad about that Auntie Hera?” she pleaded.

Hera gave her a hug and kissed her forehead and began stroking her soft flaxen hair. “Oh sweetie, there’s nothing wrong with hugging and kissing!” she said, reassuringly and delicately caressing the young girl’s rosy cheeks. “It’s just that the other little gods and goddesses aren’t as grown up as you are and want to do other things.  You’re the Goddess of Love and you’ll have plenty of time to give them lots of hugs and kisses when they’re old enough to appreciate you,” she continued and held the young girl to her breast.

“You think so, Auntie Hera?” little Aphrodite asked.  “I think they just don’t want to play with me anymore.  I mean, all Artemis wants to do is go hunting, and stupid Ares is always getting into fights!  And that smarty-pants Athena told me to leave her alone and let her do her studies, and called me dumb!  They just don’t love me anymore!”

Hera held Aphrodite by her shoulders and beheld the exquisite beauty of the child goddess.  Her deep blue eyes stood out like pools of pure lake water from her rosy yet lightly olive-complexioned cheeks.  Her pink pouty lips were fairly begging to be kissed, as her loose flaxen tresses fell lightly on her shoulders and perfectly framed her heavenly visage.  Her young supple body could be seen through the sheer fabric of her diaphanous gown, and her silky smooth skin was flawless and oh, so inviting.  Hera noticed the child’s pert pink little rosebud nipples pressing up against her gown.

“Oh sweetie, you’re not dumb at all and we all love you so very much,” she said reassuringly and gave little Aphrodite a light kiss on the lips.  “Maybe the others are just jealous because you’re so beautiful,” she continued.  “You’re the Goddess of Love, and soon you’ll grow up to be the most beautiful being on Earth and in the Heavens, and everyone will be in love with you, and you can make love with anyone you please!”

“Really?” the young goddess asked and perked up with a wide-eyed, almost lustful smile that made Hera weak in the knees.

“Really!” Hera exclaimed, smiling back and giving the girl another soft kiss on the lips.  Queen Hera then got the most pleasant surprise of her immortal life when she felt little Aphrodite’s tongue slowly enter her mouth.  The two kissed gently yet passionately as their tongues danced inside each other’s mouths.  They eventually they pulled apart and gazed longingly into each other’s eyes.

“Where did you learn to kiss like that, young lady?” Hera asked in both shock and awe-struck surprise.

“Oh, nobody taught me, Auntie Hera,” the child goddess replied with an impish little grin.  “I just thought it would feel nice, did you like it?” she continued imploringly.

“Oh yes, my little Love Goddess, I liked it very much!” Hera smiled back.

She’s the Goddess of Love, Hera thought to herself.  Such things would come naturally to her without having to be taught by her elders, as she was imbued with an innate knowledge of all things amorous.  Even though she was only seven years old, little Aphrodite was already showing signs of lust and desire that belied her tender age.

“Can I make love with you, Auntie Hera?” the young goddess asked with an endearing irresistible smile.  “You said I could make love with anyone I want and I want to make love with you because you’re so beautiful and nice, and I love you so much!  Please, Auntie Hera?”

Queen Hera felt her knees growing weak and moist between her thighs at these words.  She had longed for this moment, and was now overjoyed that it had arrived sooner than she thought it would.  She had thought it wouldn’t be at least until she reached the age of ten or so that the child goddess would long to know the pleasures of the flesh.

But she was Aphrodite, the Goddess of Love.  It was only natural for her to desire such pleasure at such a tender age.  And it was only fitting that she, Hera, Goddess Queen of Mount Olympus, be first to partake in the pleasures of sensual delight with her.

“Of course we can make love, my little love goddess,” Hera replied as she lifted up Aphrodite and carried her into her bedchamber.  The two goddesses were followed by two young maidens from the Isle of Lesbos who would attend to them and assist them out of their gowns.

Now nude, Hera and Aphrodite lay on the bed together and embraced as the maidens left to prepare a bath of warm perfumed bath water and scented massage oils.

“Oh Auntie Hera, I love you so much… I feel like kissing you all over!” the little love goddess exclaimed with excitement and eager anticipation.

“I love you too, my dear sweet little angel and yes, please, kiss me all over,” the lust-filled goddess queen sighed with quivering delight as she eagerly awaited her little niece’s kisses.

As Queen Hera lay down on the bed, little Aphrodite sat on top of her, straddling her belly.  The satin sheets were soft and cool, but would warm up soon enough.  The young love goddess marveled at the queen’s ample breasts and gently took them in her little hands.

Hera sighed as her large light brown nipples hardened at the child’s tender loving touch.  She took notice of Aphrodite’s own pert pink nipples that stood out in contrast to her olive-complexioned little girl breasts.  The queen felt herself getting ever more moist with excitement at the sight of her little lover’s arousal.

“Will my breasts be as big as yours when I grow up, Auntie Hera?” the young girl asked as she began massaging her queen’s breasts with gradually increasing enthusiasm and vigor.

“Well, maybe not quite as big as mine,” Hera replied, “but they’ll be the most beautiful breasts in the whole world!”

“Oh look Auntie Hera, your nipples are getting all big and hard, just like mine are!” Aphrodite exclaimed with an excited squeal.  She then took each of Hera’s nipples between thumb and forefinger and delicately pinched them, causing her queen to let out a moan of pleasure.

“Oh yes they are, my love, that’s what nipples do when we’re with someone we love,” Hera explained with a smile.  She then reached out to caress the young girl’s little breasts.

“Mmm, that feels nice,” Aphrodite purred.  “Athena said that breasts are where milk comes from and that babies suck on them to get the milk out, is that right, Auntie Hera?”

“Yes, that’s right,” Hera smiled back as she slid her hands slowly down the girl’s chest to hold her by her slender waist.  She noticed how her little body had grown up fast but still had some baby fat left to give her a slightly curvaceous look, and marveled at how such a seemingly innocent little seven-year-old could, as if by sheer instinct, massage her breasts with such mature sensuality.

“Can I kiss your breasts and suck on your nipples, Auntie Hera?” the child goddess asked with an endearing smile.

“Of course you can, my little love angel, I’d like that very much,” Hera replied.  The goddess queen’s thighs quivered with anticipation.  The young girl then took hold of Hera’s left breast with both hands and planted a soft lingering kiss on her nipple.

Shock waves of pleasure coursed through Hera’s entire body as Aphrodite began suckling on her breast.  She felt her heart beating ever more rapidly under the hands of her little child lover, and let out a near-orgasmic moan as she held her tighter.  With one hand around Aphrodite’s waist and the other cupping her soft round bottom, Hera could feel the dampness of the young girl’s smooth little petals on her belly.

“Oh yes baby, that feels so nice,” Hera moaned in delight.  “I don’t have any milk for you but please, keep doing that, my love!”

Aphrodite giggled at her queen’s sighs and moans, and felt proud of herself that she could give her such pleasure.  She then lifted her head and eagerly looked Hera in the eyes…

“I’m your little baby, aren’t I!” she asserted with an impish grin.

“Yes, that’s right, you’re my precious little baby love goddess and I love you so very much,” Hera moaned, reaching a state of near ecstasy as Aphrodite began suckling on her right breast.

The queen felt her love button growing with arousal, and she just had to reach down and finger herself there.  She then reached around with her other hand to softly caress little Aphrodite’s moistening flower.  Soon the two lovers were gyrating in rhythm together, as Hera rubbed her clitoris with one hand while gently parted the petals of her child lover’s virgin flower.

“Oh yes my baby, oh yes, I love you so much, please don’t stop!” Hera cried out as she coaxed Aphrodite and herself along to the first of many Heaven and Earth moving orgasms.  The little love goddess felt herself on the verge of climax as Hera’s finger found its way to her little love button.  As Hera was in the throes of ecstasy, Aphrodite moved up to kiss Hera on the lips as her queen brought her to an exploding climax.

“Oh Auntie Hera, that felt wonderful… I love you, I love you, I love you!” the child goddess moaned as she peppered Hera’s lips with kisses.  The two lovers locked lips and let their tongues linger in each other’s hungry mouths.  As their climaxes subsided, they gently caressed each other’s faces and gazed lovingly into each other’s eyes.  The young girl let out a squeal of delight as Hera playfully pinched her bottom.

“Can we do that again, Auntie Hera?” Aphrodite eagerly asked.

“Of course we can, my sweet little love angel,” Hera replied with a kiss to the young girl’s forehead.  “But first your Auntie Hera needs to rest a little, so why don’t let me lay back and relax while you give me sweet kisses all over… you did say you wanted to kiss me all over, didn’t you?”

“Oh yes, Auntie Hera!” Aphrodite squealed, and gave Hera a big hug and kiss.

Then the Queen Goddess had a truly inspired idea.  She reached over and rang a small bell to summon the two maidservants.  The two young maidens entered the bedchamber and curtseyed before their queen and young goddess.

“Your bath is almost ready, my queen,” the one maiden said demurely.

“That can wait my two lovelies,” Hera smiled at them.  “Why don’t you two serenade us with one of your beautiful love songs before we take our bath?”

With those words, Calliope the Muse of Music took up her lyre harp to accompany Sappho of Lesbos as she sang for the two immortal lovers.  As little Aphrodite began kissing Queen Hera’s neck, the sweet words of Sappho echoed through the chamber…

“Winged words, words made of air,
I begin but good words to hear.
I’ll sing these songs beautifully today,
To please you my faithful coterie.
Hardly had Eos, goddess of dawn,
In golden slippers touched me,
My Lady Dawn.”

As Sappho and Calliope serenaded the two lovers, Queen Hera closed her eyes and let the child love goddess cover her face and neck with soft lingering kisses.  The goddess queen was transfixed by the little girl’s kissing, which sent waves of pleasure throughout her body.

Never before had she felt kisses so lovingly sensual as those of this truly amazing little seven-year-old.  As if by instinct alone, Aphrodite kissed her queen with tiny flicks of her tongue, accented with delicate little love bites.  Hera let out a sigh as Aphrodite nuzzled the sensitive spot just behind her ear and gently nibbled her earlobe.

“I love you, Auntie Hera,” the young girl whispered, and slowly ran her tongue in Hera’s ear, sending the queen into a state of quivering ecstasy.

“I love you too my angel,” Hera whispered back, her voice quaking as she firmly held her little lover by her silky soft round little bottom.

It was all Sappho could do to maintain her tune as she watched the two lovers in wide-eyed wonderment, as the little love goddess moved down to Hera’s soft muscular shoulders and ample breasts.  As Aphrodite rained kiss after lingering kiss on her queen’s sweat-glistened breasts, Hera moved one hand up to stroke the little girl’s soft flaxen locks, while squeezing her bottom with the other.  And when Aphrodite lightly bit her hardened nipples, Hera let out a squeal of sheer lustful delight that echoed through the bedchamber.

“Oh yes, my sweet baby!” Hera exclaimed, and moved her hand down from Aphrodite’s bottom to her now throbbing sex.

“Do you like that, Auntie Hera?” the young goddess impishly asked.  Aphrodite was thoroughly enjoying giving her queen such pleasure, and the fact that she was now in control, as it were.

“Oh yes, my love, keep doing that for your Auntie Hera,” the queen lustfully moaned.  “Harder, please!”

As little Aphrodite set her lover’s nipples on fire with love bites, Queen Hera pinched her pulsing love button, quickly bringing herself to a series of amazing climaxes.  The aroma of her arousal mingled with that of her perfume and the scented candles that illuminated the bedchamber with soft flickering light.  Their naked bodies glistened from perspiration in the candlelight as Aphrodite moved down to imbibe of the sweet salty sweat of her queen’s belly.

Hera took her quaking breasts in her hands, pinching the nipples as Aphrodite playfully tongued her navel.  The little love child was growing increasingly aroused herself, both by the sheer loveliness and sumptuous taste of her queen’s voluptuous body, and by noticing the young poetess Sappho watching them.

Aphrodite had heard of the muse from the Isle of Lesbos before, and of her reputation as a poet and lover of mortal women.  And now the young goddess fully realized what that meant.  She smiled at her admirer, causing the young maiden poet to blush and tremble with devotion and desire.

Aphrodite then moved down to the damp glistening flower between Hera’s soft, supple thighs.  The goddess queen spread her legs further apart to allow her young lover to kneel between them.  The young girl gently massaged Hera’s legs, and kissed her way from her knees up to the tops of her quivering thighs.  She then took notice of the dark wiry patch of hair above her queen’s pubic mound, which contrasted with her own smooth, now dew-damp little girl flower.

“Will I have hair on my pussy just like you, Auntie Hera?” the young girl giggled as she playfully twirled the hairs between the fingers of one hand while placing the other hand between her own legs.

“Yes, sweetie, you’ll have hair down there too someday,” Hera replied, her voice trembling with excitement.

Then Aphrodite bent over and gave Hera’s outer lips the most delicious kisses the queen had ever felt.  And when the little love goddess planted a kiss on her throbbing love button, Hera quivered and quaked in sheer ecstasy.

Aphrodite hungrily sucked on Hera’s love button like a baby nursing at her mother’s breast, drinking up her love nectar as if it were milk.  Tidal waves of pleasure swept over Hera as her little girl lover lustily lapped between her thighs.  As the queen’s climaxes gradually subsided, little Aphrodite got up and smiled gleefully at her.

Hera picked up her little love goddess and kissed her dew-moistened lips, tasting herself as their tongues slowly danced in each other’s mouths.

It’s Aphrodite’s turn now, Hera thought to herself.  The goddess queen then lifted her little girl lover up over her head and lovingly gazed into her deep blue eyes.  Aphrodite then giggled and spread out her arms.

“Look at me Auntie Hera, I’m a little bird!” the young girl squealed with delight and playfully flapped her “wings.”

“Yes, you are,” Hera smiled back, “now come here, my little dove!”  With that, she set Aphrodite down on top of her face and parted the petals of her glistening flower with her lips and tongue.

As Hera took a firm hold of her soft supple little thighs, Aphrodite joyfully rode her queen with wild abandon.  The queen’s tongue darted in and out of the girl’s silky smooth little girl flower before settling on her love button.

Waves of ecstasy coursed through the little girl’s body, and as climax after joyous climax finally subsided, she collapsed in a heap of satisfied lust.  The two lovers kissed and tenderly embraced as they basked in the afterglow of their lovemaking.  Covered as they were in sweat and the sweet nectar of their love, it was now time for their bath.

Hera gave Aphrodite one last lingering kiss on the lips and arose from her bed.  She then picked up her young lover and carried her down the hallway to the bath chamber.  The little love goddess wrapped her arms and legs around her queen, holding her tightly as Hera cupped her hands under her soft, supple bottom.

Calliope set down her lyre harp and accompanied Sappho as she followed the two goddess lovers.  Aphrodite’s eyes met those of the poet of Lesbos, and the young goddess flashed her a knowing smile.  Sappho let out a sigh, bowed her head in reverence, and demurely smiled back.

The two goddesses sat themselves down on the edge of the large bath, and the two maidservants proceeded to wash their feet.  Calliope finished bathing Hera’s feet, and lovingly kissed them before excusing herself to practice a new dance routine with Terpsichore, the Muse of Dance.  But Sappho remained and continued attending to Aphrodite’s lovely little feet, lovingly massaging them with lavender-scented bath oil.

Sappho and Aphrodite smiled at each other, and with tears of joy welling up in her dark brown eyes, Sappho addressed the young goddess.

“Undying Aphrodite, daughter of Zeus, I now address you,
I run to you fluttering like a little girl to her mother,
Queen, do not hurt my heart, do not harry it,
Bestow upon me your exquisite blessings,
And let me go loose from this merciless craving,
Do what I long to have done, be my own.”

With these words, Sappho bathed the feet of her goddess with passionate loving kisses and joyous tears.  Aphrodite sat in wide-eyed wonder at Sappho’s devotion, and Hera herself was moved to tears.

“Why is she crying, Auntie Hera?” Aphrodite asked of her queen.

“Hers are tears of happiness, my little one,” Hera replied as she dabbed at her eyes.  “Sappho is devoted to you and has long waited to worship you. You’re the Goddess of Love and she has dedicated herself to the special love that women and girls share with each other; you are her special goddess and she worships you above all us Olympians, that is why she weeps thus.”

“Don’t cry Sappho, I love you too and I want you to be happy!” Aphrodite exclaimed with a smile at her devotee.  “Please keep kissing my feet like that, it feels so nice,” the little child goddess continued as she felt herself becoming aroused at the maiden poet’s loving devotion.  Aphrodite slipped a hand between her thighs as Sappho thanked her and returned to worshiping the feet of her goddess.

Hera got up, knelt beside Sappho and helped her out of her gown.  Aphrodite marveled at twelve-year-old Sappho’s budding apple blossom breasts, and the small silky dark brown patch of her pubic mound.

“Look Auntie Hera, Sappho’s turning into a big girl!” the child goddess squealed with delight.

“Yes she is, my dear, and soon she’ll be quite a handsome young lady, and all the ladies and maidens of Lesbos will be in love with her and be inspired by her beautiful poems and love songs — won’t they, my lovely muse?” she concluded with a kiss to Sappho’s cheek.

“Yes, thank you my queen,” Sappho replied, growing flushed with arousal.

“Now why don’t you continue your devotion to your special little goddess, my love,” Hera encouraged the young maiden.  She then began massaging Sappho’s back and bottom with scented oil.  And as Sappho resumed her adoration of Aphrodite’s lovely little feet, Hera positioned herself behind her and reached around to take hold of her budding young breasts.

The young poetess sensed her already hard nipples growing even harder as Hera delicately massaged and pinched them.  As her arousal intensified, so did her loving passionate foot kisses.  Aphrodite giggled and squealed as her devotee took a firm hold of her ankles and showered the soles of her little feet with tongue kisses.

“Ooh, that tickles!” Aphrodite exclaimed as Sappho ran her tongue along her delicately arched instep.  The young maiden was intoxicated by the slightly musky scent and taste of the young girl’s little feet, mingling with that of the fragrant massage oil.  She pressed her face firmly to the soles of Aphrodite’s feet and imbibed of their sweetness with ever more passionate kisses. Queen Hera sighed with wonder at Sappho’s utter devotion to her goddess as she continued her attention to the young maiden’s breasts.

Then Aphrodite drew her feet away from her devotee, only to point her toes tantalizingly before her.  Sappho sucked on the toes of her goddess, one by one.

Aphrodite lasciviously giggled as she wiggled the toes of her right foot inside Sappho’s hungry mouth.  She then withdrew her foot and proceeded to gently thrust the toes of her left foot between Sappho’s eagerly waiting lips.  After having her fill of the little girl’s succulent little toes, the young maiden kissed her way up her calves and to the sensitive spots just behind her knees.

Sensing the little goddess becoming ever more aroused, Sappho lovingly kissed her way up to Aphrodite’s thighs, causing the seven-year-old child to sigh at the sheer wonder of it all.

Hera felt herself becoming increasingly aroused again, and began rubbing her moist womanhood against Sappho’s perfumed oil-slicked bottom.  The maiden was approaching a state of ecstasy as Aphrodite invitingly opened up her legs wide to fully reveal the glistening little flower nestled between them.  This and the feel of Hera’s sex so near her own made Sappho’s thighs quiver with anticipation.

Sappho lovingly kissed her way up the insides of Aphrodite’s trembling thighs, and the little love goddess took a firm yet gentle hold of her soft raven hair, and guided her up to her dew-damp love petals.  And as Sappho tasted the sweet nectar of her goddess’ flower, Hera put her hand to the maiden’s own waiting young womanhood and gently opened it with her fingers.

“That’s it my dear, worship your little goddess,” Hera encouraged as the twelve-year-old poetess eagerly suckled on the seven-year-old Goddess of Love’s little love button.  As Aphrodite squealed in orgasmic delight, Sappho lapped up her flowing love nectar and savored its divine sweetness.  Hera then delicately rubbed Sappho’s quivering clitoris, bringing the muse of Lesbos to the most intense climax of her young mortal life.

“Oh yes… yes… YES!” Sappho cried out in orgasmic ecstasy. The cries of hers and Aphrodite’s pleasure echoed through the bath chamber, much to the delight of Queen Hera.

As their mutual climaxes subsided, Sappho lovingly kissed the moist flower of her little love goddess.  With Queen Hera’s fingers still between her petals, the young poetess felt a deep burning desire welling up from within her very soul.  She was still a virgin, so to speak, and was now feeling an unquenchable thirst to be touched deep inside.  And what better time to lose her virginity than while devotedly worshiping the Goddess of Love?

“Oh Goddess of Love, I do worship thee and pledge myself to thy service,” Sappho lovingly proclaimed, tears of joy once again welling up in her eyes.  “I beseech thee, Queen Hera, take me now, take my maidenhead as is your right as Goddess Queen of the Heavens, take me as I worship at the throne of the divine Aphrodite, Goddess of Love!”

At Sappho’s lustful and worshipful plea, Hera gently broke through and took her maidenhood.  The Muse of Lesbos cried out in momentary pain and pleasure at the loving hands of her goddess queen.  And with Hera’s two fingers gently probing inside her, Sappho joyously received the soothing kisses of her divine little Goddess of Love.

As Sappho’s deep orgasms eventually subsided, Hera removed her fingers from within, and gave the girl a gentle sponge bath between her thighs.  Then the two goddesses and the Muse of Lesbos joined each other in the warm bath and playfully frolicked together as the strains of Calliope’s lyre harp echoed in the distance…

Thus began this night of nights, a night still new, radiant with promise and of loving dreams yet to be fulfilled.

*****

The poetry in this story was adapted from The Love Songs of Sappho, translated by Paul Roche, Signet Classics Press.

By Androgyne

A couple walk a little stiffly down the stairs from the huge jetliner, and out onto the cracked concrete that reflects the blistering heat of a sun that burns in a cloudless blue sky. With flight bags slung over their shoulders, they head to collect their luggage. Two ladies, one fifty-something but very well preserved. Curvy, pale skinned and with short red hair, she’s expensively dressed, but rumpled and tired looking after the long haul flight.

Her companion is perhaps thirteen or fourteen, and as stunning a sight as you’ll see in a girl. Tall with a mane of chestnut hair, pulled back into a simple ponytail at present, she’s no less tired than the older woman. A dazzling white singlet, skin tight blue shorts, white knee socks and tennis shoes are her only garments. Her skin has a matte golden tan that seems to have an inner glow.

Awaiting their luggage adds to their tiredness and frustration, as case after case appears on the carousel but none of them theirs. As if by some strange coincidence, the last bags to arrive are theirs. The redhead’s patience has been severely tried, so she lets her money talk. Spotting two uniformed young men, she waves them over and rattles off a brief but incisive set of instructions in accented but clearly intelligible Spanish. She accompanies this with two sheaves of pesos for the two men, who depart with the cases.

“Next stop the V.I.P. lounge, honey. I’ve a pass for us and they know me well there. We’ll have a cool drink to unwind while those lads deliver our luggage to the driver of the limo I’ve got waiting. You call your mum at the hotel and tell her you’re being driven to the Cortez hotel in an air conditioned stretch with me, and she won’t be worrying.”

I slip my arm through the crook of her arm and we set off. Apparently a simple, friendly gesture. In fact it marks us as an item. We are both moving uneasily, not only because of the long flight but because of the heated sex we had in the plane’s toilet cubicle not long ago. We are both tender from each others wild lovemaking. Together we enter the enclave that only the wealthy and influential can access.

“I’m going to wash up, Lesley,” Michelle says. “I must reek after that flight.”

“Yeah, baby, I’ll get us a comfy seat and a couple of cold drinks. I suppose you’re too young to have alcohol.” I smile ironically as I say this.

“Oh, like you believe that, do you?”

My face softens into a possessive smile. “Do you know, honey, I think we’ll bend the rules this time. We’ll both have a chilled white wine with soda in a tall glass!”

After ordering our drinks, I settle onto a chesterfield that looks more comfortable than it really feels. Gazing around the cool and quiet room with its subdued lighting, my eyes come to rest on a gorgeous raven-haired woman and her young companion who had disembarked from the same flight as ours. I watch as the pert little minx heads off to the rest room in Michelle’s wake. At that point, the woman rises and crosses to sit opposite me.

“Hi! I saw you on the flight with your young friend. They call me Candy, and the kid with me is Kayla.” To me, the woman’s voice screams California.

“She’s really cute, her hat’s pure style.” I find it surprisingly easy to talk to this totally magnetically attractive stranger.

“Your little companion is lovely too!”

“She is, isn’t she? We only met on the plane, but we’ve become very good friends in such a short time.”

Candy’s wink is slow and gives her face an amazingly sensuous cast.

“Well, I noticed that. I never sleep well on planes, and I couldn’t help noticing just how friendly you’ve become.”

For a moment I flush scarlet, but Candy’s next words remove the sting. “Don’t worry, honey. If I hadn’t had Kayla with me, I might have been in there with you.”

Relaxing at those words, I sip my drink and lean back, running my gaze over Candy. Her cream coat is left undone over a low cut and dazzlingly white blouse, giving a hint of firm breasts that look larger than they are because of the woman’s narrow ribcage. Just right for her lean physique. Guessing, I assess her at early forties. Candy’s hair is worn long and loose, giving her a younger look, and she’s squeezed into tailored grey denims. The simple white shoes on her feet are plainly expensive.

The whole outfit says Armani, and the look flatters her. The American reminds me of a power-suited soap star character or a top TV anchorwoman. Though younger than me, she’s stunning for her age, and I can feel a tug of attraction for her.

“I’m sorry, Candy; where are my manners? I’m Lesley, and my friend’s Michelle. It seems we’re both staying at El Cortez. Where are you staying?”

“My lord, Lesley — we’re booked into the El Sol, right next door to your hotel. Do you think we could meet up for a drink and get to know each other better?”

I feel that would be a very good idea indeed.

*****

In the restroom, Michelle is drying her face and hands in front of a mirror. Meeting Lesley on the plane has been an incredible bonus and has the makings of a wild and totally hot sexual adventure to come.

A girl enters the washroom. Michelle catches her reflection in the mirror. She’s wearing a grey Burberry hat and a silk scarf knotted around her neck, along with a tie dyed t-shirt printed with the legend “Love your Mother”.

“Hi!”

Since Michelle is the only other person in there she feels she has to reply. “Hello!”

“Are you English?”

“Yes I am, and you’re American!”

“Are you in love with someone?”

“What?” Michelle feels as if she should laugh out loud at the question.

“You look like you’re in love… or maybe just had some fantastic sex.”

Michelle turns to look at the girl. She figures she’s a year or so younger than her, perhaps twelve. She’s wearing a pair of tight, black, skinny jeans that accentuate the curve of her cute little butt. She’s got the most captivating smile Michelle’s ever seen, and it’s impossible to be mad at her.

“You know what, kid? You’re right; I had unbelievable sex on the plane.”

Michelle asks hoping to put the younger kid off balance, but she’s unruffled. “My girlfriend Candy put a blanket over the two of us and we played with each other’s pussies most of the way from London. It’s cool that the cabin was nearly empty, ‘cos it was hard to keep quiet when we both came. My pussy’s so wrecked I need to put an ice cube in it to cool it down. By the way, I’m Kayla.”

“Michelle!”

Both girls grin at each other.

“How old is your girlfriend, Kayla?”

“She’s forty-two, her name’s Candy Prentice and we’ve been together for nearly two years. How old is your lady?”

“I don’t know, older than your lady for sure. But she’s got a fabulous body, and it really doesn’t matter how old she is as long as she keeps fucking me like she did.”

“That’s the truth, sweetie!”

There’s an electric feeling in the quiet room and the two nymphs are drawing closer to each other. Kissing each other seems a really cool idea. As their lips pucker, the door swings open and a portly Mexican woman pushes in a trolley bearing brushes, mops, and cleaning materials. As she stares short-sightedly at them, both girls pull back and dissolve into a fit of the giggles.

As the two laughing girls amble back to where the ladies are, Candy rises and stretches with a yawn.

“Don’t forget, Lesley — we’re only next door at the El Sol. It’s a corner suite, 1109. Ask reception for Ms Candy Prentice. Kayla and I are alone here, and new friends would be nice. Come on Kayla, Marcia will be waiting at the pick-up point to run us to the hotel, so let’s make tracks!”

As Candy leans forward to push out of her chair I get a brief glimpse of her plump breasts, cradled in the lace cups of her bra. My eyes are drawn to the tanned flesh. Candy holds out her hand, but instead of shaking it I raise it to my mouth and brush my lips across the back of the fine bones and sinews beneath the soft skin. Incredibly, the groomed American blushes furiously.

The girls are not so restrained, and kiss each other goodbye full on the mouth. A couple of the less exhausted travellers raise an eyebrow, as many others smile secretively.

Minutes later, after draining our drinks, I decide it’s time to make a move.

“Time we made an effort, honey. My limo’s waiting for us and the cases will be in the boot, let’s go.”

As they stroll out into the glare, Michelle glances at the line of expensive vehicles. There’s no doubt which is theirs — a pure white stretch limo, with a uniformed driver standing beside it holding a placard reading “Ms Craven”. When she studies the driver, Michelle gets really interested. Conchita Alvarez is quite a sight. She’s compact and curvy, her dark skin and short, silky black hair are typically Mexican. She wears a uniform vizored cap, chauffeur’s jacket, but instead of tight trousers she has a brief pleated skirt that reveals calf-hugging and highly polished boots.

As the pair close on the car Connie smiles, showing sparkling white teeth, then opens the door for them to enter.

“Welcome back Ms Craven. It’s wonderful to see you again!”

“Conchita, Connie, please — I’ve told you with me it’s Lesley, or Les. We’re old friends, aren’t we?”

Michelle is sharp and picks up on things at once; there’s history between these two for sure.

As we settle onto the soft leather of the seat, I breathe a sigh of relief. My driver has cranked up the air conditioning to high and the interior is blissfully cool. The lighting is low and intimate, because the windows are tinted glass.

Leaning forward, I tap the button that drops the glass partition between us and our driver. “The El Cortez, Connie. No rush, it’s just so good to sit here and feel cool!”

Another tap of the button and the glass slides smoothly back into place, sealing us off.

“God, Shell, I’d murder for a shower. I must stink something awful!”

She turns that beautiful face to me, wearing a wicked grin. “Yeah, well, we both smell like pussy, don’t we? What we got up to in that toilet wasn’t anything like enough.”

As she speaks, she scrunches up closer to me till her soft body rests against mine, and her hand drops to the hem of my pleated skirt. Lifting it, she exposes my shaven vulva and damp labia. “Wow, Lesley, no panties!”

“Well honey, they were real silk, but I don’t think I could have put them back on. Whoever cleans that stall is going to find them full of pussy juice and your teeth marks on them.”

She leans forward and sniffs at my crease. “I love the scent of pussy, Lesley. You can’t get any messier, so why don’t I get you really wet again?”

I’m getting crazier even by my standards, so I just slump back a little on the back rest while spreading my thighs. My young lover smiles, and the fingers of her hand smoothly part my labia and slide into the hot depths of my tingling cunt. Even as my lashes flicker down, I see her reach out and tap the button to open that sheet of glass that divides us from my chauffeur and last year’s lover, Conchita. Then her thrusting fingers make me forget about our audience.

Pushing my hips forward I moan as she fucks me firmly and steadily. Her free hand has popped the buttons on my blouse and tugged down my bra so her mouth can fasten on one strawberry sized nipple. She’s sucking hard and biting with enough force to leave bruises on my soft skin. As she Pumps me harder and faster now I lock my vaginal muscles on her fingers like a firm cock, riding them, and groaning as my climax approaches fast.

In the drivers seat Connie glances again in her mirror and watches her boss writhing as her sexy little chica fucks her furiously. The kid’s amazing and wants Connie to watch and hear the show that’s going on back there and since Connie spent a lot of Lesley’s last visit eating the redhead’s pussy and getting fucked out of her mind by the Englishwoman she decides one hand can handle the power steering while she puts the other to good use. Flipping up her short, pleated, skirt, she slips her fingers under the crotch of her panties and goes for the hard bud of her clit.

Oh shit! I can’t hang on any longer. Michelle’s hammering my sopping pussy hard now the twinges have turned to spasms of blazing heat and my cream is drooling onto the smooth leather beneath me. As her teeth bite down hard on my nipple I howl and squirt onto her fingers. Bucking and writhing like a maniac.

“Fuck ‘Shell! Oh fucking hell what a cum!”

I’m messier than ever, my vulva and thighs are painted with cum, but as her slick fingers enter my mouth; and I taste my own creamy fluid I feel the car shimmy and hear Connie gasp and see her tremble up front in the driver’s seat. The sexy little senorita has just had her own jollies! If I can get my breath back I’ll give ‘Shell what she deserves for another fabulous fuck.

“Christ honey you’re fantastic, now get those shorts off so I can fuck that cute little pussy of yours.”

At least my lover doesn’t attempt to look cool and calm or try to make me think she’s in no hurry. Tugging loose the drawstring she hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and slips them down her thighs then off. Lying back on the wide seat she lifts one smooth thigh and hooks her leg onto the backrest while the other foot rests on the thick carpet. She’s wide stretched and her tight pussy looks plump and glistens in the faint light. We’re getting closer to our destination so no time for a slow love making I’ll give it her hard and fast!

Sometimes a little warm saliva might just be needed to lube up a pussy but Michelle is a wet one! Using four fingers I rub them back and forth over her slick labia fast and firmly. Her body arches like a bow, her lips draw back showing her white teeth and that expensive brace, her head goes back tightening the column of her neck as she grunts each time my hand flashes over her sensitive flesh. Soon my hand’s making a sucking noise as her crease is flooded with her hot juice.

Her body arches even more, alarmingly so, her belly ripples as her orgasm builds then builds again but I rub harder still till she howls and a squirt of creamy cum splashes my hand. She’s away in a wonderland of pleasure, rolling on that seat now stained with both our cums. I’m wondering if she’ll be able to walk into the hotel she stays cumming and writhing so long. At last she grins at me like a Cheshire cat!

“Jesus, Les I just want to get you into a bed and fuck with you all night, you’re the hottest old lady anywhere aren’t you?”

I’m rummaging in my flight bag for tissues and my pack of moist clean up squares.

“Perhaps you’d better call me Auntie Les in front of other people and I sure hope I am the sexiest old lady on the planet but we better get cleaned up a little so we can check in, we’re almost there now.”

The Cortez

The porters carry our bags in and I turn to Conchita to issue my instructions for tomorrow.

“Before you say anything, yep she’s the hottest little piece of ass I’ve ever had, but I’m not forgetting you Connie. We’re going to eat each others pussies pretty damn soon. You can take the rest of the day off but be here for nine tomorrow morning. I’ve just got to have a shower and catch up with the jet lag.”

At reception I register along with Michelle but my plans for a shower and bed alone aren’t to be or not just yet anyway.

“Senorita Wilder your mother is waiting for you over in the Saguaro lounge, she told us to send you right over, she was worrying about you. The porters will take your bags up to your suite!”

Michelle grabs my hand and tugs me away as I tell the clerk to send my baggage up to the executive suite I’ve booked.

“Come on Les you’ve got to meet her, she’ll want to thank you for chaperoning me from the airport.”

Michelle shepherds me into the lounge and over to a blond woman sipping a sparkling drink. Seeing her up close I feel wrinkled and grubby but also excited and aroused. I can see now where Michelle gets her looks from. Her mother is an older and stunning version of her daughter. When she stands to greet us I see she’s tall, taller than me and I’m five six. The same chestnut hair but cut into a short close to the skull style that gives her face a faintly masculine caste though no-one could mistake that body for a man.

Long, smooth, legs and thighs, which show from her short pencil skirt of black silk. Beneath her crisply ironed blouse her breasts are magnificently full and only a deep line bra restrains their bounty. Holding out her hand she turns to me.

“You must be Lesley. Michelle told me how kind you were to her on the plane and then driving her here. Thank you so much for that, there was some sort of mix up over the cab I ordered to pick her up and I would have been out of my mind thinking she was on her own at an airport in a strange city.”

I resist the urge to kiss her hand like I did Candy’s and shake it instead. Her hand is cool and strong just like you’d expect a surgeon’s hand to be.

“It’s nothing Mrs Wilder; she’s a wonderful child and I was glad to help.”

“Please call me Laurie and it’s Ms, I divorced Greg years ago. He was a good husband but we should have realised two consulting surgeons would hardly ever see each other with our work schedules. Can I get you a drink?

She waves a waiter over and I’m soon served with iced lemonade as is Michelle who settles beside her mother.

“Michelle says you’re mixing business with pleasure Lesley, what sort of business?”

“Well Laurie a couple of years ago there was a building boom for holiday homes here in Baja California just in time for the recession to arrive so now is the perfect time for me to buy my own property here.”

“How wonderful for you! I’d love to be able to afford something here and I can’t even find the time to be with Michelle at this moment. I’m spending most of each day at my conference so Michelle will be hanging around the pool I suppose.”

She’s given me the perfect opening!

“Just a suggestion Laurie but I’ll be travelling around looking at properties and enjoying the resort so why not let Michelle accompany me?”

Her relief shows clearly but when I glance at Michelle she’s looking at the two of us with a distant, far away expression on her face.

“Would you like that darling? Will you be happy going around with Ms Craven?”

She seems to snap back to the here and now and grins widely.

“Of course I will mum! I’m already calling her Auntie Lesley!”

In the back of her mind Michelle’s thoughts have been locked on her voluptuous lover and her stunning mother. In her imagination she sees Lesley’s head buried between her mother’s thighs and hears her mother screaming as she climaxes. How can she engineer this? She’s planning already.

My mind’s wandered to the thought of whether Laurie gets her bedtime fun like her daughter when her words bring me back to earth.

“I really must get off to the conference centre darling so if you go anywhere with Lesley then you do as she tells you just as if I was with you. Goodbye for now Lesley and I can’t thank you enough for all you’ve done for my daughter.”

I watch her taut rear as she strides out of the bar and heads for the exit doors then turn to her child.

“Come on honey let’s get to our rooms and have those showers we’ve been talking about.”

In the lift I’m yawning and stretching when the bell “dings” and the doors slide open. Michelle grabs my hand and tugs me outside.

“Not my floor love where are you taking me?”

“My room Les I want to christen the bed. Come on let’s do it on a bed at last.”

“‘Shell your room connects with your mother’s, supposing she comes back and finds us fucking each other?”

Her eyes flicker round the deserted hotel corridor and settle on a door and a sign marked “Stairway” in both Spanish and English.

“Les you’ve got to stop worrying about the risks, sex is better when there’s a risk. Mum won’t see us out there. I’ve never been fucked on a flight of stairs.”

I must be loosing my mind but I let her pull me towards and through the door onto a landing, stairs climb up above us and descend to the depths below. ‘Shell sprawls on the floor tugging off her singlet and wriggling out of those stained shorts like a worm. I’m insane now I’m sure but I drop to my knees and grab her hips, turning her so her perfect rear faces me, I part her buttocks and leaning forward slide my tongue into the crack of her arse and draw my wet tongue and lips over her tightly puckered ring piece while my fingers seek her soft labia.

She’s making little grunting noises in the back of her throat as I push my tongue past her tight pink pucker then inside her colon and I can hear the sucking sound as I finger her pussy faster and harder. A floor below a door opens and I can hear the clatter of buckets and mops as a cleaning crew arrive. ‘Shell’s right, the risk of being found just makes me crazier and hornier. My cunt’s leaking juice and I go at my tween lover like a lunatic till she moans aloud, pushing her rear back at my face and hand. Voices from below tell me in Spanish that suite 1206 was a mess this morning but by now I’m so far gone all I can do is fuck my girl and play with my own pussy.

She cums again, hard as ever, soaking my face and fingers with her cream. I fire out a squirt of my own as I lap up her sweet cum and the noise of the domestics fades away as we savour another mad orgasm. I still have to peel her fingers away when she reaches for my throbbing crease as we rise and wander, a little unsteadily, back to the corridor. She to her room and me to the lift and my room. In my shower and later in my bed all my thoughts are on how wild and abandoned my young lover is and how far we can take this risky affair.

Morning and a day at the beach.

The ringing of my bedside phone drags me from the depths of sleep. Yawning I reach out and lift the receiver, it’s my young temptress calling.

“Les, good morning, what are we going to do today? Mum’s off soon to that bloody conference and all I could think about last night was sucking your clit again. I want you Les, tell me you want me!”

The trouble is she’s right, at her first words I’ve got wet and my clit’s hard, I’m like a randy teenager again not a fifty something successful business lady.

“Of course I want you baby but we can’t live in our bedrooms. I’ve got a house to view this afternoon but how about a morning on the beach and we’ll see what happens later on. God yes my love I want you like I haven’t wanted somebody for years. I’ll meet you in the foyer after breakfast, say nine, nine fifteen?”

After a light breakfast I select my outfit with care. The bikini’s emerald green with a deep line bra to hold my heavy breasts. Gazing at myself in the mirror I’m pleased with the reflection before me. Helen Mirren in that pink bikini got a lot of guys and plenty of gay gals realising that older women can look good and sexy and I feel I look pretty good and sexy myself. I top off with a wide brimmed sun hat and a long sleeved white robe to protect my pale skin from the sizzling Mexican heat.

In the foyer I nearly pass out when I see Michelle. To say she’s made an effort is a world class understatement. Her hair’s done up in a Grecian knot with a wreath of yellow flowers in it. Sandals on her slender feet and a tiny gold pair of satin briefs hug her rump. Above them she’s wearing a translucent shirt of gold mesh that reveals her small but perfect breasts to anyone who looks. My nipples go like rocks and I’m wet at once. I don’t care about risks; I cross to her and slip my arm around her waist while kissing her cheek. My young lover is ready and I want the world to see her.

Connie drives us the short run down to the parking area at the edge of the sand and I tell her to wait till we return. No hard task in that air conditioned monster vehicle.

The beach curves in a huge arc of pure white sand, a little way out crystal blue waves splash and crash against rocks and this early the dunes are sparsely populated with tourists. The heat comes back in a shimmer from the burning sand as we walk towards the waters edge. Further along I can see two girls playing amongst some huge rocks where the water breaks upon them. Then we reach a large sign planted in the sand.

“Playa Nudista. Desnudez Obligatoria!”

“Nudist Beach. Nudity Obligatory!”

By now ‘Shell has outdistanced me and is closer to the girls, watching them intently. As I approach to warn her we’re straying onto a private area she turns to me, a hot look in her eyes.

“Look at them auntie Les aren’t they gorgeous? I’ll bet we could seduce the two of them right here and now.”

She’s right they’re stunning, one perhaps thirteen, slender with small but perfect breasts tipped with dark nipples. Her vulva is touched with a wisp of silky reddish hair that fails to shield her plump labia. Her sister, it must be her sister, they share the same mahogany brown hair that is streaked with red; can be no more than ten or eleven. Flat chested as a boy but with long, pink, rubbery teats; that stand proud from her tanned skin. Her pussy is small and perfectly shaped, her legs and thighs are slim and graceful as she dances, splashing sea water on her sister who reclines against a massive boulder.

“It’ll be easy Lesley, let’s do it!”

It seems I’m up for anything she suggests so we amble closer to the girls as I call to them.

“Perdoneme las muchachas hacen usted dice el ingles?”

“Pardon me girls do you speak English?”

“Si senora!”

Then the older girl giggles.

“We’re American Ma’am not Mexican; we come down here every year with our folks to spend a couple of weeks on this beach.”

“I’m Lesley and this is my niece Michelle; are we trespassing here, is this private land?”

“No Ma’am everyone’s welcome here as long as they’re prepared to take off their clothes. I’m Coral Jacobs and this is my sister Sonia. If you want to sun bathe we’ve a big blanket here you can lay on.”

I catch that sexy sultry glance that ‘Shell aims at me so we head for the blanket spread partly in the shade of the giant boulder. Kneeling I shed that white coat and sun hat then hand Sonia my best inviting smile.

“Could you unhook me honey?”

Raising my arms I feel her small fingers grasp the hook of my bikini top and pop it loose. My heavy breasts drop slightly but not a huge droop or sag, my work in the gym has kept me in pretty good shape, I’m not ashamed to let these kids see me naked and once my briefs come off they do. All Michelle had to do was pull off that mesh shirt and wriggle out of her briefs to be as naked as the sisters; from the hotel she’s had a small bag hung over her shoulder and now she roots in it to produce two glass bottles.

“Auntie Les if you’re going to be in this sun you’d better use sun screen, Sonia why don’t you rub some on my aunt.”

I settle face down but watch my sexy “niece” turn her attention to Coral.

“Why don’t you let me try some of this on you Coral it’s real expensive and smells lovely. I know you’re used to this sun by the tan you and your sister have but I think you’ll enjoy it.”

Her last words are accompanied by a devilish little smile that I can’t believe Coral misses. As little sister spreads the smooth oil onto my back I watch ‘Shell begin to massage Coral’s golden brown skin. A short time passes, and, am I imagining it? Is Coral breathing a bit harder? Glancing across I see that she’s on her back as ‘Shell rubs the gleaming oil onto her pert breasts. Her eyes are slitted as she watches ‘Shell’s slender hands knead her flesh then she stiffens as her breasts are cupped and my young lover bends forward to press her lips to the American girl’s.

Sonia’s hands slow as she watches her sister kiss passionately with Michelle, and then turning my head a little I catch her expression, not fear or surprise but delight. Breaking briefly her embrace with my lover Sonia smiles at her little sister.

“It’s OK sis we can both have plenty of fun just like we do back at the camp ground.”

Then she’s locked in ‘Shell’s arms again so I reach out and pull the slight body of the girl close to me. She’d perhaps normally be a fraction young for my tastes but in this setting her slim exotic beauty inflames me and I cup her head then kiss her pink lips as lightly as a butterfly landing and with all the skill I possess. She surprises me with her precocious talent; her tongue enters my mouth and rouses me even as her hand caresses one swollen nipple. In the distance, far away, I can hear a dog barking and being called but if somebody was standing next to me nothing could distract me from her hot body on mine.

Taking her narrow hips in my hands I roll her onto her back, dropping my mouth to one of her erect, pink, nipples. Sucking on it I use one hand to stroke her flat belly while the other moves easily between her thighs, which she spreads wider, to open her neat labia a little to my fingers. She’s already wet as I probe the slick flesh bringing quivers of pleasure from her entire body. Freeing my mouth from her nipple I kiss a slow path down her chest, stopping only briefly to let my tongue tip flicker in and out of her jewel of a navel.

Licking the inner thighs and the creases where her thighs join the slight bulge of her pudenda makes her breathe faster then her body convulses as my mouth finds her small, wet, pussy; with my lips and tongue. I hear a moan, then a groan, and realising it’s not Sonia. I glance across at Coral and my lass. Coral’s underneath and ‘Shell on top as they are locked together in a 69 that leaves them oblivious to any thing else.

Then my mouth is back to working its magic on Sonia’s wet slit and I let my tongue search for then find the hard little bud of her immature clitoris. My lips hold her entire taut labia while I flick her tiny girl’s cock till she whimpers her pleasure, which changes to a shrill howl as she approaches a writhing orgasm. My mouth is flooded with her sweet juices as she bucks her slender hips up at my frantically working tongue that’s taking her over the top and into a fabulous climax.

It seems to take ages before her trembling body lies still under my hands while I lick her juices from my lips and mouth. Coral and ‘Shell have rolled apart to recover from their prolonged orgasms but my attention turns to my own excited body as I feel Sonia’s warm breath on my swollen and sensitive pussy lips. As her lips kiss my slick flesh I realise she’s no beginner with lesbian loving. Her tongue tip explores every crease and fold of my tingling labia leaving me cupping her head gently while shudders of pure sexual delight ripple through me. Through clenched teeth I grit out a command hoping she’ll obey.

“Fingers use your fingers in me!”

She reacts almost at once and my body spasms as what feels like her whole hand slides between my swollen and sopping labia as her mouth works me towards a wonderful climax. She’s lapping at me like a cat at a bowl of cream when she reaches my erect clitoris and everything blows off. Rocking and writhing on the blanket my hips shimmy and lift to her mouth and hand as my cum erupts with a spurt of juice leaving me almost senseless with ecstasy.

People are moving in the distance on the dunes but ‘Shell has changed my whole way of thinking, risk, voyeurism, I don’t care. I want more and wilder sex while I don’t care who watches. Rolling to one side with a seraphic smile on my face I look over at Coral and Michelle who sends me one word.

“Swap?”

Needing no urging I slap Sonia on her firm rump sending her over to my insatiable lover, though since meeting her I seem out of control myself. I pull Coral down next to me but we both hold back to watch what happens next. With Sonia sprawled on the sand ‘Shell kneels and lowers herself onto the tiny nymph’s mouth, she shivers with pleasure as hungry lips fastens on her taut pussy then reaches back with one hand to plunge her fingers into Sonia’s wet crease and begins to finger fuck her mercilessly. As the two girls loose themselves in each others bodies Coral impatiently tugs at me and I learn just what she wants now.

Flat on her back she spreads her slender thighs and gripping my hips she guides me onto her until I wriggle my still soaked pussy down onto hers. Her hands grip my rear hard enough to leave bruises; I thrust against her as she moves in rhythm with me. I’m on fire again, since meeting ‘Shell I never seem satisfied no matter how hard or often I orgasm, mounted upon Coral’s silky body I just hump her like a man fucking a woman until I let go a howl like a wolf followed by a violent cum and a huge squirt while she grinds against me, shuddering through her own orgasm.

I’m laying half on Coral and half on the blanket kissing her neck, lips, ears; and telling her; in whispers; she’s amazing; when ‘Shell with her amazing stamina brings me back to reality.

“I think we better get cleaned up auntie Les, we’ve got that house to view soon haven’t we? The girls need a wash too and the sea looks wonderful. Together a sated adult and three sexy tweens splash and dive in the warm crystal water till all signs of our passion are washed away. We make our farewells to our young lovers and head back with the stiffness that great sex leaves you with, to Connie and the limo, having promised to visit the sisters at their club house before we both leave for home. ‘Shell’s taken me to a new level of wild sexuality so I decide that we go another step along that road.

“‘Shell when we get back to the car I want you to get to know Conchita as well as I do. She’s really something and I think we should give her a really good time don’t you?”

Her wicked smile is all the answer I need to know that our holiday affair has only just begun its roller coaster ride.

By Androgyne

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in July 2009 }

The first class cabin of the Airbus is three parts empty and almost silent, except for the muted rumble of the engines and the faint vibration that is ever present. As the jet liner cruises through the night, I’m staring at the small pool of light across from me and one row forward. While others sleep she’s awake, gazing out of the window at the star-spangled night. I’m awake too, watching one of the most stunning young girls I’ve ever seen anywhere. I’m squirming a little on my seat and feeling ominous warmth and wetness grow in my throbbing cleft.

I’m aroused by her beauty as I’ve seldom been aroused at first glance. She boarded with me at Heathrow, and when I saw her ahead of me I was riveted by her erect carriage and lithe movement. She can’t be more than thirteen or fourteen, though her body is not that of a gawky or gangly adolescent. Her breasts are small but perfectly formed under the thin singlet that shields them. I can see the sharp points of her nipples that seem to be permanently erect. Her legs are long and coltish and her rear is firm and boyishly taut.

Her hair is a glorious chestnut with red highlights that gleam in the faint glow of the small bulb that illuminates her. The gorgeous golden matte tan of her skin fascinates me, that of a pale-skinned redhead who never tans but only turns pink and burns in the sun. I haven’t got close enough to register the colour of her eyes, but I’m certain they’ll be as enchanting as the rest of her. Her outfit is that of a free spirit, someone who either doesn’t care what people think or conversely wants to be looked at by that same audience.

Apart from that thin singlet that flatters her firm young breasts, she’s wearing the briefest of cobalt blue shorts in some thin silky material. So tight are they that in the right light and from the right angle, the distinct outline of her vulva and the crease of her pussy can be perceived clearly. The white knee socks contrast perfectly with her tanned skin, as do the white sneakers laced onto her small feet. My interest is sparked partly by her beauty and partly by the feeling that I recognise her from somewhere, but that is surely impossible. Lowering my lashes but still focused on her profile, I let my mind drift and from my prodigious memory it gradually surfaces.

Of course! She’s the image of the amazing fourteen year old actress Katherine Heigl of fifteen years ago. Katherine is, of course, still a desirable woman, but my tastes tend to the young ones. They don’t have to be as lovely as this girl is; youth and freshness have their own attraction, but this child has everything. I burn to trail my fingers down the peach fuzzed skin of her arm. Is it worth the massive risk? Society believes that a child can’t consent to make love with an adult, but I don’t agree. Women like me can’t and don’t rape, and over the years my girls have never been harmed by having met me. They move on and away for various reasons, but never with rancour or resentment.

Mind made up, I rise quietly from my seat and pad across to her place. Not a passenger within eight or ten rows, and those that are nearest are slumped deeply asleep. As I lean over her, she turns to stare at me as I speak.

“Would you mind if I join you, my dear? You look lonely, a little bored, and not at all sleepy.”

Her smile to me is warm and welcoming.

“Of course, ma’am. I’ll be glad to have someone to talk to. I’m just not tired and I’m bored with this book.”

Slipping into the seat next to her, I point to my breast with a forefinger. “Lesley Craven. I’m flying out to combine a holiday with a little business; I’m planning on buying a holiday home.”

She smiles, showing brilliantly white teeth cradled by an unobtrusive and obviously expensive brace. As if reading my mind, she taps it with a finger.

“Mum says once she’s checked it, she’ll probably take it off at last. I’m flying out to meet Mum, she’s a maxillary specialist and surgeon. She’s attending a medical conference so I get to stay at a nice hotel, but I won’t see much of her.”

I can’t resist the temptation, so I casually rest my hand on the back of hers. Her skin is as smooth and satiny as I thought it would be and glowing with an inner warmth. She doesn’t pull away or show any sign of not enjoying my touch.

“Oh, I’m forgetting my manners, Ms Craven. I’m Michelle Wilder; it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Beautifully spoken and well mannered, but beneath that is there a faint glint of deviltry in those jade green eyes that are as perfect as I knew they would be.

“Mum said she’d let me join her if I did well in my SATs, and I topped the whole bloody school!”

The mild curse is spoken with an impish grin, and I take the opportunity to move my fingers onto her arm, trailing them over the fine reddish hairs on her soft skin. Again she makes no move to shrug me off, and I’m beginning to think that I won’t have to take any risk or try very hard.

“What about you, Lesley? Won’t you tell me something about yourself?”

“There’s not much about me to interest a girl like you, Michelle. I’m a fifty-something business lady who’s made herself a big financial success. Now I’m looking to relax and enjoy a good time, have a real break, and enjoy what I’ve worked damned hard for.”

“What about family, Lesley? Do you have any children?”

I choose my words carefully and wait and hope I get the reaction I’m beginning to expect from her.

“Well, Shell — can I call you that? ‘Michelle’ is so formal.  I’m sure a girl as intelligent and aware as you are knows there are women who aren’t interested in men or having a family. I’m one of those ladies.”

A slight narrowing of the eyes, then that grin goes from impish to devilish… then, to what I read as erotic and inviting. She turns slightly in her seat and glances round the silent compartment. As she does so, one hard little breast presses against my larger and slightly softer one. The permanently erect nipple digs into my soft flesh and my own nipples spring erect at her touch.

“Oh, that’s good. You see, I really don’t have any interest in boys but I have to be careful not to tell most of my classmates that.”

Our faces are moving closer and closer together while her rosebud pink lips look moist and inviting. The risk is great but the temptation is irresistible. Before I can act, she leans closer and kisses me softly but firmly on my mouth. This is far more than I hoped for. I return her kiss, harder and with more passion, then cup a firm breast, feeling her hard nipple press against the palm of my hand. Then I jump slightly and gasp as her hand slides under the flared skirt I’m wearing and her fingers probe the crotch of my silk bikini briefs.

The material is wet and sticky with my free flowing juices and next my pussy cramps and twinges as her soft voice whispers in my ear.

“Take me to the toilet, Lesley.”

Her voice is thick with excitement as I scan the shadows to see if anyone is awake and watching. With a satisfied smile on my face, I purr into her mane of hair. “Have you ever heard of the mile high club, Shell? You’re about to join it!”

Taking her hand in mine, we sneak along to the anodised aluminium door of the vacant stall, step inside, and I snap the lock on. As I do, she hits me like a panther. Her arm locks around my neck, pulling me down so her mouth locks on mine and her hot tongue pushes into my mouth. Meanwhile her free hand is back under my skirt, hooking the waistband and tugging my dampened briefs down around my ankles. Her fingers fumble frantically at the buttons of my blouse, yanking it out of my skirt’s waist. When she claws at my bra and frees my heavy breasts, I start to lose it completely.

She’s locked her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck, her mouth is clamped on a swollen nipple, sucking and nipping at it as I walk her backward across the small cubicle and plonk her down on the toilet seat, pushing her back and loosing the drawstring of those skin-tight shorts. As I do, she jerks off her singlet, exposing small but perfect breasts. I drag those shorts down around her ankles and she kicks them off. As I kneel before her, my gaze is locked on her smooth, perfect labia.

Clutching my head, she draws it down to her damp crease, and as my mouth clamps on her slick flesh she groans deeply. Oh god, I don’t need a passing cabin staff member to hear this. Snatching up my wet panties, I thrust them at the frantic girl. She gets the idea instantly and sets her teeth into them as I return to lapping at her sweet flesh.

My tongue moves deeper inside her as I peel back her tight labia with my thumbs. Amazingly, I can feel the muscles of her vagina trying to clamp on my tongue. My head’s bobbing back and forth as I stab my stiffened tongue deep into her hot, wet pinkness. She’s grunting past the silk gag in her mouth, leaning back while crushing my face down to her groin. With her slender thighs spread wide I risk scaring her, but I’m out of control myself.

I ease a finger into the crack of her arse and then thrust it into her tight pucker. That does it! Michelle climaxes like a wildcat, clawing at my back as her hips jerk and thick juice floods my mouth.

I refuse to ease off, working her as fast and as hard as I can. Finally my Shell slumps back bonelessly, gasping for breath, her superb breasts streaked with sweat and her thighs soaked with the evidence of how hard she’s cum.

Spitting out my gnawed lingerie, she fixes me with a volcanic gaze. “Get up here, Lesley. Your turn now. I want to give you what you’ve just given me.”

Disheveled and panting with passion, I settle on the plastic seat, now slick with Michelle’s cream, and spread my thighs. She’s on me as fast and as hard as I want her to be. Her busy mouth plasters itself onto my burning pussy.

She’s not new to lady loving, neither is she an expert — but she makes up with desire and energy what she lacks in technique. As her lips and tongue explores every inch of the centre of my womanhood, I grab my throbbing breasts and brutally twist them, then my young lover jams three fingers into my wide spread slit and fingers me hard, then harder.

My teeth gritted, my neck thrown back, desperately trying not to scream, she takes me wildly over the edge. As I orgasm, I squirt so hard it sprays her face and the floor.

I’m wrecked! It’s years since I’ve had sex as rough as this, but it’s been fantastic. I drag the triumphant girl onto my lap and rain kisses on her face and neck. Our hands touch and tease each other, as we come down from a sexual high like you wouldn’t believe.

We do the best we can to clean ourselves up and remove the signs of our mad passion from the cubicle, but as we sneak back to our seats the musky aroma of hot pussy hangs in the air. We don’t separate; I settle beside her and spread a blanket over the two of us. She settles herself against my side, her face pillowed against my breast, and drifts off into the sleep of a sexually sated girl in moments. I sit beside her, considering if I can possibly find a way of staying near her when we land, but then I slide away into the dark, totally exhausted.

I awake to find the glorious girl still sleeping beside me, bright daylight streaming through the windows.

Then a voice comes over the tannoy. “We are coming in to land, ladies and gentlemen, so please fasten your seat belts.”

The young Venus besides me stirs, and I know I must find a way to be with her. I’m fascinated and obsessed by the thought of her wonderful body, how it responded, and how Michelle made me feel like a young an excited girl again. I will have her, one way or another!

Continue on to Part Two