Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By mom.anne, with JetBoy

I woke up first, with Amy still snuggled up against my nude body, breathing quietly and regularly. I got up, decided against putting on a robe, and went down naked to the kitchen to make coffee. Kori was also still asleep, since it was only 6 AM. I sat at the kitchen table, and thought of all that had happened over the last few weeks as I listened to the gurgling of the coffee maker.

To think this all started with my discovery of two young girls playing in the park, girls I’d never seen again. It had awakened something in me that I’d never known was there, but I had no regrets. In fact, I was pleased with how things were going, and was eager to touch and taste my youngest girl Kori, now that I’d crossed that bridge with Amy.

I was drinking my coffee when Kori came out of her room. My eight year old daughter was a bit surprised that I was nude, but not extremely so. After all, my girls frequently saw me naked in the bathroom or in my bedroom.

“Did you sleep well, dear?” I asked.

“Yeah, I did, but Amy isn’t in her bed.” Kori answered.

“I know, honey. She had a bad dream last night so she came and slept in my bed. Would you like some breakfast?”

I got up to get some cereal for her, and felt a twinge of excitement as Kori watched while I bent over to get the milk out of the refrigerator.

“Mom, will my butt look like yours when I get big?” Kori asked.

“Well, that’s hard to say,” I answered. “All the women in my family have large bottoms, but in your father’s family, they have almost none at all. You have a nice little butt now, angel.”

With that I put the milk down on the table and gave Kori a big hug, playfully fondling my little girl’s bottom. It was such a cute butt, I wanted to slip a hand into her pajama bottoms and caress it. I resisted though, poured the cereal, then told Kori that after she was done eating she should take a shower. Then I went to take a shower myself.

Even though I was not feeling any guilt revolving around my sexual play with my oldest daughter, I decided that it might be a good idea to reassure Amy, in case she was feeling strange about what we had done.

When Amy got up, I took her aside to talk, then explained in graphic terms how lovely it was to touch and taste her. I told Amy how beautiful she was and how she would have many people eager to make love to her. I also made sure to tell Amy that while her body gave us both so much pleasure, it was her intelligence and personality that would make the real difference in her life. Amy listened, and beamed at all the compliments.

I ended the conversation telling Amy that if she wanted, we could make love again.

“Yes, Mom,” she said. “I’d like that. I’d like it a lot!”

“Then we will, very soon,” I promised. “I love you, baby.”

“Love you too, Mom,” she shyly replied.

A few hours later I was making lunch when something occurred to me. I’d never found out who Amy was talking to last night, when I caught her using the phone in the bathroom. I thought about that, then came up with a plan.

I finished grilling the hot dogs and toasting buns, and brought them to the table, calling the girls. We sat down and began to eat. About halfway through the meal, I looked up and casually asked Amy, “You know last night, when I caught you masturbating in the bathroom?”

Amy turned red, and Kori giggled.

I turned to Kori. “It’s not like you don’t touch yourself, young lady. It’s a completely natural thing to do, and yes, it feels wonderful, so no need to giggle” — I turned back to Amy — “or feel embarrassed.” I studied my older daughter, now shifting uncomfortably in her chair. “So, you were on the phone talking to someone. Who was it?”

“It’s, um, it’s kind of a secret,” Amy mumbled.

“Amy, we have shared a lot since last night. Don’t start covering up and acting like sex is bad now. Was it bad when I licked that cute little pussy of yours?” Amy nervously glanced back and forth between me and Kori, who looked completely shocked. “Now tell me, who were you talking to about sex with while those little fingers of yours played with that lovely little wet pussy?”

Amy blushed and looked down again. She paused, and then took a deep breath. “I was on the phone with Kim’s mom.”

“Emily Sharff?” I asked, stunned.

“Yes,” Amy answered.

Good grief! There was nothing about Emily that would have made me suspect her of being into little girls. She was married, and all three of her children seemed so smart and well behaved. She was always in church, and was very active in the PTA, even involved in the Girl Scouts.

“Tell me, Amy, how did you end up talking to her sexually on the phone?” I asked.

“Well, a few months ago, one of the times I spent the night at Kim’s house, well, it kind of started then,” she began. “Kim was tired and we were in her room. We were watching TV. Sarah was sleeping over that night too so it was the three of us. Well, it was like 11:00 and the show ended, and the next show looked boring and I looked over to them and they were both asleep. So I, like, went through the channels and there was nothing on. And even though I wasn’t real tired, I got up to go pee before going to bed.

“When I went out into the hallway I saw like a weird light from downstairs so like I went real quiet and looked. It was Kim’s mom on the computer and she was looking at something. She was touching between her legs. I came closer and saw that she was looking at pictures of girls.”

At this point I looked over at Kori and saw that she was not only listening intently, she also had one hand in her lap.

Since we were finished eating, I suggested we go into the living room to finish this discussion. On the way I asked Kori, “Is this exciting to you, honey?”

She smiled and said, “Yes, Mommy.”

We sat down in the living room and Amy, with some prompting, continued. “I guess I kinda wasn’t paying attention to anything else, ‘cause all of a sudden Kim’s mom was looking at me. I remember she was wearing a white robe, with nothing on under it. She put her hand on my shoulder and said how pretty I was and how much she liked me. I felt her breath on my ear as she talked.

“She asked if maybe I would like to see what was making her so excited, and showed me the pictures. They were all of little girls. Some of the pictures were like them in bathing suits and underwear and stuff and then others were of them with no clothes. I looked at Mrs. Sharff and she was rubbing her pussy. She kept going through the pictures and she asked me if I was excited, and I said I kinda was.

“Mrs. Sharff looked right at me in the eye and told me to take off my pajamas, she said I should be naked. I just did it, I didn’t even think about it. It excited me even more to have her look at me naked, and me look at her naked, too.”

Needless to say, I was very aroused at this point. Glancing over at Kori, I saw that she was rubbing herself through her jeans.

Unable to resist, I turned to my youngest daughter. “Let me help you with that, honey,” I murmured. Carefully unfastening Kori’s pants, I slipped a hand into my little girl’s knickers, seeking out her smooth slit. As I began to masturbate my daughter, I took Kori’s hand and placed it on my breast. I wore a t-shirt, but no bra. Kori began to eagerly feel me up, soon slipping her hand beneath the t-shirt to touch my bare tits.

Then I turned to Amy. “If you took off all your clothes for Mrs. Sharff, you should get naked for us before going on with your story, don’t you think?”

Nodding, Amy rose to her feet and quickly undressed, then sat back down, immediately slipping a hand between her legs.

Oh God, I was in heaven. I was listening to my oldest daughter talk about her first sexual encounter as she sat naked, masturbating. My baby daughter’s wet pussy was under my fingers as I played with her, and Kori was fondling my breasts.

Amy continued her story. “Mrs. Sharff then asked me if I masturbated. I said yes, I had. She said she knew I wanted to masturbate now. I said I did. She sat me down in a chair and she sat right across from me. We both spread our legs and started rubbing. It felt really good, Mommy. Then Mrs. Sharff got on her knees and licked me, and that is when I came. Then she told me that I was a sexy little girl and to bend over with my butt towards her and spread my cheeks. I did this and she started licking my butthole, and that was when she came. Then she sent me to bed, but she told me I could call her to masturbate on the phone anytime I wanted.”

I was on fire as Amy finished her story. My little 11 year old was sitting across from me naked, her legs spread, rubbing her wet pussy. It was so cute and sexy at the same time. Amy’s lips were glossy with her juices, and her tiny nipples were begging to be sucked. Kori’s pants were at her knees, and her little pussy, which was really just a smooth slit with no protruding lips, was also wet, thanks to my busy fingers.

I quickly had Kori get completely naked like Amy, pausing to take off all my clothes as well before leading my daughters to the bedroom. This was it. I was going to indulge in an impossibly lewd act… lesbian sex with my two underage daughters.

Lying down on the bed, I directed my girls to suckle my breasts, one on each. While they nursed from Mommy, I reached down and caressed both of their bare butts. There is something so special about little girls’ bottoms. They are so soft and smooth, so in need of little rubs, pats, and bites. I planned to give Amy and Kori plenty of each.

My daughters, being curious little girls, did much more than just suck on my nipples. Neither girl could keep their hands still. They were exploring my breasts, my belly, my thighs. They were playing with the pubic hair that adorned my pussy, and yes, discovering the very moist flesh beneath the hair. Soon my girls were both masturbating me, and it took just a few minutes before I was hit with a huge orgasm.

Now it was their turn. I laid Amy on her back, and had Kori sit on her older sister’s face before lying down between her legs. I knew Amy had learned enough last week to give my eight-year old pleasure while she was being licked by her mother. I placed my mouth on Amy’s pussy and began to kiss and lick her. At the same time, while Kori was moaning astride Amy’s mouth, I slowly inserted my finger into my oldest daughter’s anus.

Seconds later, Amy started thrashing around in a huge orgasm. She was unable to keep pleasuring her baby sister, so I pulled Kori off Amy’s face, laid her down and started licking her myself. It only took her a short time to come, giving me a taste of her sweetness.

I managed to get the three of us under the covers, then took my darling girls into my arms. Spent from their pleasures, Amy and Kori quickly fell asleep,

I lay awake for awhile longer, thinking of the path I’d chosen. The world was different now. My daughters and I were now lovers, and I had no idea what new adventures were in store for us, only that I was ready for them. I wanted it all, and was ready to take it.

Continue on to Chapter 3

By mom.anne, with JetBoy

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in December 2012 }

The wind picked up, and a gust blew the paper out of my hand, across the street and into the park. I crossed the street quickly and ran after it. It wasn’t like it was something I couldn’t lose. It was just the phone number of a possible babysitter from someone at work. I could always ask again, and I really didn’t use babysitters that much anyway.

But that was a hassle, and so, without really thinking about it, I chased after the paper. I caught up to it just at the edge of the woods, and grabbed it. I fell down, but I got it. I sat on the grass, laughing at myself, thinking how silly I looked, all over a phone number I most likely would never call.

Here I was, a divorced 35 year old mother of two, sitting on my butt on the wet grass, out of breath from running, my pants covered with grass stains. I leaned against a tree and looked up at the sky. As long as I was wet and dirty, I might as well relax for a few minutes before I got up and headed home. I had gotten off early, so I could relax and still get home before the girls.

That is when I heard it. It was far off. At first, I thought it was the wind in the trees. I listened closer. Yes, it was giggles. The type of giggling only young girls can do. It piqued my interest. I got up to investigate. I walked down the path, into the thickest part of the wood. I got to a large area of underbrush. The giggles, which I heard off and on, were coming from the other side. I am still not sure why I was so curious, but I quietly went around to the other side, and looked around the bushes.

As I expected, there were two girls in the small clearing. The older girl looked to be about 12. She had long, light brown hair, and was wearing jeans, and a red and white blouse, which was open. She had a training bra, which was pushed up to expose the cutest little breasts. The other girl, maybe 8 or 9, had short blond hair. She was cute as a button. She was wearing jeans also, but she had no shirt on. A blue t-shirt was balled up at her feet. Her chest was completely flat, with no signs of maturity. She had the cutest little rosebud nipples, about the size of dimes. They were kissing and rubbing each others chest, and then giggling.

I cannot explain, nor do I understand the feeling I had, as I watched the younger girl’s hand gently caress the budding breast of the older girl while they French kissed. I was getting weak, as the older girl, while still kissing, unbuttoned the younger girl’s blue jeans. The younger girl pushed her away, breaking the kiss, and I saw worry and concern on the other girl’s face.

The worry left quickly, as the little blond pulled down her pants and panties to her knees. The older girl quickly did the same. They returned to kissing, as I saw two beautiful young pussies being lightly stroked. One was completely bare, with no sign of inner lips, while the other had a small tuft of sparse brown hair, and as she spread her knees as much as her pulled down pants would allow, I saw that she was starting to mature there also. The inner lips were just barely visible, and from my distant observation, it may have just been my imagination, but I was sure that her lips were wet.

Both young women were breathing harder, getting more excited. The older girl was moaning quietly, almost humming. Her puffy nipples were getting harder, and she was moving her fingers faster against the lips of her friend. The blond by this point had kicked her pants completely off. Her legs were spread wide, and I could clearly see the other girl’s fingers rubbing her slit near the top, where her little clitoris peeked out.

The young girl was shaking all over, on the verge of an orgasm. The older girl used her other hand to push the hand that was at her pussy harder into her. She was excited and needed to come. She moved down to the younger girl’s chest and started to bite her flat nipples. The girl started to wither in pleasure and a bit of pain. The younger girl took her wet fingers from her friend’s pussy, and brought them to her small lips. She stuck out her tongue, and licked off a bit of the juices. She smiled, and put her fingers in her mouth, and sucked all the juices off. She then returned them and continued rubbing. They were like two feral kittens, wildly thrashing, not caring about anything but their needs. My hand was down the front of my pants, rubbing. I was with the girls, touching them, kissing them. I wanted to feel their hands and mouths on me.

I suddenly heard voices on the path behind me. Male voices. The girls heard them soon after I did, and as I turned to leave the area I saw the girls scrambling to quickly dress. I headed back to the path and almost ran into two men, about 40, talking to each other about the weekend football game. They nodded to me and walked on.

I always considered myself a fairly normal woman. While I was divorced for 5 years, my ex-husband and I were on amicable terms. It helped that he now lived almost across the country, and was remarried. I dated occasionally, nothing serious, and held down a good job. At night I would take care of my girls and the house, watch a bit of TV or read, and go to bed. Sexually, outside of a little high school experimentation, I was fairly straight. I had not been with anyone since my divorce, and I masturbated about once a week.

But now this had changed. I could not get the experience of the two girls in the woods out of my head. No matter what I was doing the images would flash before my eyes. I would see those young bodies as I was grocery shopping, or as I was brushing my teeth before bed. Every day it seemed to get worse. And yes, I was now touching myself at least once a day, occasionally more.

I would be sitting on the couch, after the girls were in bed, and I would try to read. My mind would wander, and the two girls from the woods were playing in front of me. My fantasies had evolved. The older girl was sitting on the blond girl’s face, playing with her own nipples, and looking at me. She would beg me to suck her nipples to help her come as her friend licked her. Without realizing it my hands were in my pants and I was rubbing and moaning. I pushed my pants and panties down to my knees, and reached my other hand into my blouse and under my bra to reach my breasts. The girls got up, and they both were naked. They walked towards me, pulling me into their lovemaking. I looked at their faces. I suddenly realized that I was no longer dreaming of the two girls in the woods. These were the faces, and bodies, of my two daughters. I came like I have never come before.

I woke up a few minutes later. The orgasm was so powerful that I had passed out. My pants were still down, I had ripped open my blouse so I had lost three buttons, and my breasts where spilling over the top of my bra. The cushion I was sitting on was completely soaked with my juices. I did not move. I remained sitting back on the wet couch, and thought of my two daughters.

Amy was 11, the older of the two. She had long blond hair, which had started to get darker as she grew older. It was more of a dirty blond now. She was tall for her age, and thin. She was never walking, always running. She seemed always in a hurry to get everywhere. As far as her maturity, she was just coming into the shy stage of development. She would no longer run around the house in just panties. She always made sure she had on at least a pair of shorts and a t shirt. Her puffy little nipples were just starting to show through her shirt. Just a few weeks ago she had gotten her first bra, not that she really needed one, but she felt very mature as a result. It was during the purchase of her bra that I was able to see that her nipples were starting, just barely, to puff out.

Kori was stockier, and at the age of 8, was a much calmer and more thoughtful child. She was always reading and spent much less of her time outside or with a friend then her sister did. She was shorter, and still had a bit of her baby fat. She was not at all shy, but seemed to be following her sister in being more modest in what she wore around the home. She had long brown hair, which she did not brush nearly enough, but I still made sure she kept it clean and kept most of the tangles in check. Her body was that of an 8 yr old, much like a boy of that age, except for the cute little slit between her legs. I must admit I had not seen her naked in over a year. But she also had the cutest butt, which could be seen whenever she wore her cute little jeans. It was something I had always noticed. Amy’s butt was almost nonexistent, while Kori’s was like a cute little bubble.

The girls shared a bedroom, and while Amy was messier than Kori, they got along very well. It was not rare for them to talk with each other long after the lights went out. They were very close considering the difference in their ages. They really seemed to be best friends.

I got up to get ready for bed, but my mind was still thinking of my girls, my orgasm, and how my life had changed. I was going down an unexplored path. I had no idea where it would lead, but I was not scared. I was eager to see where this path would take me. I went to sleep, thinking of all the places I might go.

By morning, my mind was made up. I needed to follow this path, and take the next step. I needed to see them naked, and to see if they were involved in play as I had seen in the woods. On the way home from work I bought two nanny cams. I got home before the girls, and installed one camera in their bedroom, and the other camera in the bathroom. They were wireless, so they would send the live link directly to my computer to be watched or recorded. They arrived home about 15 minutes after I finished. I set the computer to record and went to make dinner.

After the girls were asleep in bed, I sat down at the computer. The file to which I had saved the recording I had purposely buried in some of my work files. I opened it up. I paused. This was the big step. I felt as if I was standing on the edge of a cliff. I could erase it, and go back to the mom and woman I was, or I could open it, and nothing would be the same again. My life before the scene in the woods had been comfortable and safe. Now, I was on the verge of a path which was exciting and scary. I knew it would lead to me changing forever my relationship with my daughters, my view of myself as a mother, and permanently change my sexuality forever.

I sat.

I thought.

I struggled.

After about 20 minutes, I calmed down. Things cleared in my brain. Right or wrong, I made a decision. I was sure it was the right decision for me. I knew the path I must take.

I opened the bedroom file.

I fast forwarded through the periods where the room was empty. I watched many of the other scenes. They were in and out of the room, or lying on their beds doing their homework, or talking on the phone. It was like watching normal home movies. But then they came in to get ready for bed.

Kori came first and quickly pulled off her clothes. She left her panties on, but was naked otherwise. I saw her cute little body, walking around the room, looking for her pajamas, walking around the room, getting distracted by one item or another. I paused the video, and got up and went to my own room. I took off all of my clothes, and put on my robe. I knew I would need better access to my body as I watched. I was already damp.

I returned to the movie. Kori had just put on her top as Amy came into the room. She pulled off her panties and then put on her bottoms. Amy glanced over as Kori bent over to pull up her pajama pants. Kori got into bed and Amy grabbed her pajamas and left the room, turning out the light. Five minutes later Amy came back into the room, and without turning on the lights, went to bed.

I quickly switched to the bathroom video.

Throughout the evening, Kori peed twice, and so did Amy. As expected, I could not see much during their quick pee, but I did find it erotic to watch. I also watched myself, and that too was somehow arousing, wondering what the men I knew would do if they could see me peeing and wiping. The girls then came in together and brushed their teeth. Kori splashed Amy with water and in response Amy slapped Kori in the butt. Then they both left. Amy then came in with her pajamas. I was ready. I pulled open my robe as my eyes fixed on my computer screen. As she started to undress, I was rubbing my nipples.

Amy took off her sweat shirt, and then the t shirt below it. She then unbuttoned and pull down her jeans. She was standing in just her training bra and panties. She was wearing a thong. They were black, with little red hearts. I did not buy them for her. I wondered where she got them. She looked at herself in the mirror. Turning first one way, then the other, to see how she looked from different sides. I had a flashback to myself at that age. I remember always looking in the mirror, wondering if I was pretty enough, or sexy enough. I would wonder what boys would think if they saw my budding breasts, or my naked butt.

Amy shook her head, and gave herself a shy smile into the mirror. She lowered the straps of her bra, and pushed her bra down. She removed it, and again stared at herself in the mirror. Her hands moved up, and lightly, ever so lightly, caressed her puffy nipples. She continued to play with her breasts, as she turned her butt to the mirror. She wiggles it, looking over her shoulder and smiled. She then slowly, ever so slowly, started to pull down her thong. She was putting on a show. She was, I was sure, imagining someone watching her undress. I wondered who it was. Did she have a special boy who she hoped to undress for? Was it someone in her class? Or maybe someone older? I did not know, but my hands were matching her hands, and I hoped she would start touching herself, and I would do the same.

She turned to face the mirror again. Her hair was hanging over her little buds, hiding her nipples. Her hands were covering her mound. She mouthed something to the mirror. I paused, and went back, wondering what she said. I watch again. It wasn’t until the third time I could make out what she said.

“I need you to make me feel good with your fingers.”

She then shook her head, so her hair moved away from her breast, revealing those sexy little nipples. She then slowly moved her hands from her mound, and for the first time in years I saw the bare lips of her sexy pussy. She lightly tickled the top of her pussy. She then threw a kiss to the mirror, said good bye, and got her pajamas on. She then left the bathroom, shutting off the light.

I sat back in my seat, one hand on my breast, pinching my nipple, the other between my legs, rubbing. My little girl, barely starting puberty, only in 5th grade, was imagining someone touching her body. She wanted someone to play with her sexually, a girl or a woman. Maybe someone already had. Maybe a teacher at school had already touched her breasts, or licked her little pussy. I see her touching an adult woman who is pushing a finger into her, causing her to squirm in pain and pleasure. I see one of her friend’s moms, having her over for a sleepover, and making her daughter and my daughter taste a hairy adult pussy. They take turns putting their tongue on her lips and clitoris. I see Amy, wanting it so bad she invites her sister Kori into her bed, eager to feel another hand on her pussy.

I came and kept coming. I continued to rub, and for the first time, squirting. I finally collapsed in the chair. The chair was wet, and even the floor in front of my chair was wet. My fingers were soaked. I got up to go to bed, sucking my fingers dry as I went.

The following week, I was able to see them both naked each day, and one other time Amy again played to the mirror. But as I watched, I knew I had to see more. I needed to get them more active, or if one or both were active, I needed to get them to do it in their room.

It was at dinner a few nights later, that I, without preplanning, decided to bring it all a bit more into the open. We were eating ice cream (Cookie Dough, my children’s favorite), and I asked Kori if she noticed that her sister was starting to go through puberty. Amy blushed as Kori turned and looked right at her chest.

“Yeah,” she said, “her boobies are getting to be bumps.”

“That is the way it starts. The nipples will grow and get puffy, and then the rest of the breast will begin to grow. She also should be getting hair on her pubic area soon. Amy, do you have any pubic hair yet?”

Amy turned even redder, and dropped her eyes, looking at her bowl of ice cream.

“No,” she whispered.

“Well, it should happen soon. At first it will just be a few, but slowly the hair will get thicker, and you will also be getting your period.”

“I know, Mom, you told me all that.”

“It is a big day for a mom when her daughter turns into a woman. I am so proud that I have such beautiful daughters.”

“She won’t get dressed in front of me anymore,” Kori complained.

“That is too bad,” I replied. “It would really be helpful, Amy for Kori to be able to see the changes you are going through, so she will be more prepared when she reaches puberty. That is one of the wonderful things about being a big sister.”

I turned towards Amy, looking her right in the eye.

“Have you started to have sexual feelings yet?”

Amy did not know what to say, and just looked down. Kori was looking back and forth at me and Amy, eager to hear more. I continued.

“When I was your age, maybe a bit younger, I discovered how much fun touching myself could be. And then when my breasts started to grow, wow, I was always touching and rubbing them. Do you masturbate, Amy?”

Again, I got no answer.

“What about you, Kori?”

Kori shook her head, indicating she didn’t, and mumbled under her breath “I wouldn’t know how.”

“See, another chance for you, Amy, to be a good big sister. That is why I was so happy to get have two daughters… so they could help each other with these things. Imagine how wonderful it would be for you two to share what you’re learning about your bodies, to explore these new feelings together.”

Both girls were squirming in their chairs. I had planted the idea in them, and their minds were working furiously.

“Well,” I said, “I will leave it all up to you, but you should both know that we do not need to be shy about sex. It is wonderful, and a blessing. Enjoy it, and if there is anything I can do to help, please, just ask.” I got up and took my dishes to the sink, leaving my girls together.

When I turned on the tape that evening, and fast forwarded to when they entered the room, I watched as they both sat down facing each other. For a long while they just talked. I wondered how much more for a recorder and camera that would also record the sound.

After about fifteen minutes of talking, suddenly they both pulled off their tops, and Amy took off her training bra. Kori went over to look closer, and her hand slowly raised to touch her sister’s nipples. Amy stiffened at the touch. She reached up and started to rub Kori’s flat chest. I was mad with desire, my clothes on the floor next to the computer chair, my fingers pulling at my nipples. The girls then removed their pants and panties, facing each other, spread their legs. They sat like that, looking at each other and talking. This went on for about five minutes, when they both put on their pajamas, and Amy went to bed. Kori went to the bathroom.

I switched to the bathroom recording. Kori pulled down her pajama bottoms and peed. She then stood in front of the mirror, her legs spread, and pulled her little lips apart. She was working so hard to see herself, she fell over. She got up, embarrassed, and pulled up her pants, leaving the bathroom. I fast forwarded up to the present, and was about to turn the tape off when Amy entered the bathroom. It matched the sound I heard of the bathroom door closing. Yes, she was in there now. She had the cordless house phone in her hand. She sat down on the toilet, without pulling down her pants, and dialed.

She began talking to someone. As she did, she pulled up her top and started playing with her little nipples. Oh my God, she was having phone sex. Right now. Twenty feet from me. She stood up, took off her pants, and sat back down, her legs spread. She started rubbing as she talked. Her little fingers were rubbing on her little pussy. The little pussy I washed as I changed her as a baby. The little pussy I have been dreaming about for weeks now. She was breathing harder.

I had to make a decision. It was 11:30 PM, way past her bedtime. I chose to act.

I got up and went to the bathroom door. I heard her talking. “Oh yes, I am rubbing. I am thinking of you licking me. Oh yes, I want you to. Please, I need you so bad.”

I pushed open the door. Amy froze. Her hand was between her spread legs, the phone at her ear. I took a step towards her and she hung up the phone and closed her legs. I took the phone from her, and took her hand. I walked her out of the bathroom, her pajama pants left on the floor. I took her to my room, hanging up the phone as we walked, and had her lay on my bed. She laid flat, her legs tight together, her hands trying to cover her nakedness.

It was then she realized I was nude as well. She looked at me. She stared at my breasts, and then looked down, at my trimmed pubic area. I spread my legs slightly so she could see better. She looked me in the eye.

“You know you are not to be on the phone this late,” I said.

“I am sorry,” she said, not sure what would happen next.

“I told you at dinner that we need to be more open about our sexuality. I know you have urges right now, but that does not allow you to break our house rules.”

“I know. I won’t. I am sorry.”

I went to the bed, sat her up and took off her shirt. I decided enough had been said, but now I wanted, no needed, to satisfy my lust. I laid her naked body back down, and lay down next to her. I let my hand trace lightly over her. I started at her lovely face, the face of my little girl. My fingers moved over her cheek, her jaw, her chin. I moved down her neck, and lightly caressed her shoulders.

She was looking at me, questioning how far I would go. She was barely breathing, holding back her breath in anticipation. I did not make her wait long. My fingers reached her lovely budding nipples. I played with them, touched them. Rubbed them. She was breathing deeper, her eyes half closed. I leaned in, and licked her nipples, first one, then the other. Her hand, which had been covering her little pussy in shyness, was now starting to move, lightly playing with herself. I firmly moved her hand away.

I sucked her lovely nipples a bit longer, feeling my wet pussy get even wetter. I started to kiss down her chest, and her belly, my tongue exploring in and around her belly button. I looked up in her eyes at this point, and asked her, “I’m going to lick you, baby. Is that okay?”

She nodded.

I moved around and spread her legs so I was looking right at her beautiful womanhood. Actually, girlhood was a better term. She was still very small, with no hair. Her inner lips, with her legs spread, were just beginning to show. It would be a while yet before she would look like a grown woman there.

I leaned forward, and breathed on her. My mouth then slowly moved forward. I was about to taste my little girl. The child I breastfed, whose diapers I had changed.

Even before I put my tongue on her, before my first taste, I came. It was a huge orgasm, and halfway through it I moved my mouth onto her.

I tasted my little girl, and started licking up and down her lips, occasionally licking her hidden clitoris. As I licked, my orgasm subsided, and Amy’s excitement grew. She started rocking her hips as I reached up and rubbed her small puffy nipples, while still licking her small pussy lips. She was close to coming, and I increased my licking, giving a bit more attention to her clit.

Amy stiffened and screamed. And collapsed. I looked up at her, my lips wet with her juice, and she looked back at me, breathing heavily. I went up next to her, and kissed her deeply, making sure she could taste herself on my lips. Then I covered us both with the blanket, and brought her face to my breasts so she could once again, after all these years, suckle me as we fell asleep.

Continue on to Chapter 2

By Jen L. Lee

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

In my family, there are a few odd traditions. The first one, is in every generation, the first born female is given a name similar to that of her mother. Thus, my grandmother’s name was Caroline. My mother’s name is Carol. My name is Karen and my daughter is Kara. The second tradition is that all of us share the same middle name, which is Lee. The third tradition is that all of the women were mothers at a young age. Gran (Caroline) had Mom (Carol) at 17 and Mom had me (Karen) at 16 and I had my daughter (Kara) at 15 as well. All of the Tanner women are very self-sufficient.

There are some newer traditions in our family. After my mother divorced my father (he hasn’t been sober in 2 decades and she’d had enough) she started dating other women and came out as a lesbian several years ago. Gran wasn’t too happy with Mom’s choice, but when she saw how happy her daughter was, she accepted it. My grandmother is a loving woman; she takes good care of everyone in the family, including my grandfather and her two younger daughters, my aunts.

A tradition that started only 5 years ago has continued into another generation. It is something that happened completely at random and nobody saw coming. Not me and certainly not my mother.

My pregnancy was a result of my own stupidity and I am not blaming anyone but myself. I wasn’t careful and I paid the price. I was lucky that Mom and Gran were in a position to help. When I delivered my baby girl, they were there to love and support me. I moved back in with Mom and I adjusted to her new lifestyle.

When I was 20, I realized that I had horrible dating habits. Kara’s father was an idiot and I dated the typical “bad boys” and jocks. I wanted sexy and smart and never found that in any of the men that I dated. I didn’t want to set a bad example for Kara, so I vowed to change my ways. Oddly enough, it led me to a voyage of discovery that was similar to my mother’s. I realized that I was gay.

Mom and I kidded each other about our choices in bedmates. We were very open about our sexuality and my mother told me I could bring a lover home and she would be free to do likewise. As we split the bills, it was my home as well. It seemed fair.

I loved beautiful women, although I was drawn to women of experience, like my mother. Carol loves younger women in their late teens to no older than their mid-20’s. She likes being both instructor and boss.

It’s a sad truism of life that women can be just as rotten as men. About 5 years back, Mom and I both suffered a relationship trauma. I was dating an older woman that I adored, her name was Jessica. In bed, she was everything I wanted. Passionate, aggressive, a bit dominant and very creative. She was also blonde, long-legged and dressed like a lingerie model. The 40-year old beauty had stolen my heart and I seriously thought she was going to ask me to move in with her.

Sometimes, even women do the “grass is greener on the other side of the fence” bullshit. Jessica had been looking and had found a younger model, a black girl named Tammy. I was unceremoniously dumped; thank God I was still living with my mother and had not moved in with Jessica. I was devastated and looked to my mother for lots of hugs and consolation.

I got it, but not quite the way I had expected.

Mom had been seeing this young, just out of high school beauty named Seana. She even turned me on; she was this half-Irish, half-French beauty with brunette hair down to her waist. Lithe and agile, I often imagined what she must be like in bed. I’d heard her and Mom several times and imagined them all twisted off. I got off to it several times, even though I knew it was wrong to be fantasizing about my own mother’s sex life.

After graduation, Seana was offered a full scholarship to study at Oxford. Mom had really fallen for Seana and offered to wait for her or live in England while Seana studied, but Seana broke her heart. She told Mom that she thought they should end it now while no one was in too deep. Seana had thought they were just having a fling, she didn’t realize that when my mother falls, she falls all the way.

In a horrific coincidence, our breakups happened on the very same day. I came home crying to find my mother crying. After Carol and I managed to sputter out our mutual unhappiness, we broke out a bottle of wine and proceeded to get roaring drunk. Neither of us drank much because of Daddy, but that night, we needed to just let go. I will always be thankful that we did.

At some point that evening, my mother and I were talking, already a bit tipsy. She looked at me, her green eyes still so youthful and alive and told me “If you weren’t my daughter, I’d be very attracted to you. I’ve always liked your long legs (I’m almost 5’11” in bare feet) and you know Mommy loves redheads.”

My mother is a beautiful, curvy blonde and I realized as I looked at her that Jessica was the very same type. “I love curvy blondes, Mom. I’m just starting to think now is that why I dated Jessica — because she reminded me of you.”

I’m not really sure who made the first move, but we seemed to drift together and our hands gently touched each other’s faces. My lips were pressed against my mother’s and then we were sucking on each other’s tongues.

My ten-year old daughter was away at a sleepover, so there was nothing to stop us from going further, if that was what we were going to do. It was.

We took the wine with us and went into Mom’s lavish bedroom. She adjusted the lights with a dimmer switch and then told me to strip and get under the covers while she went into her bathroom. I thought maybe she could hear my heart pounding through the closed door as I slipped out of my dress and blouse and under the cool top sheets.

My 42-year old mother emerged from the bathroom, blonde hair loose and flowing and from that moment on, all thoughts of Jessica vanished in a puff of smoke. She walked, sway-hipped, towards the bed and pulled the covers away. I had on a tiny black thong I had bought for Jessica earlier that month. She had never seen it and I was glad. I wanted my mother to remove it and she knew it instinctively. She tugged it off and kissed my thighs playfully. She gasped when she saw my shaved pubis.

“Didn’t Seana shave?” I asked her. Most young girls do these days.

Mom shook her head. “She trimmed, but your kitty – it’s so lovely,” She stroked it gently with the tips of her fingers.

“Eat it Mom, show me you want it,” I begged.

“Oh yes, darling, of course Mommy wants it,” Carol said to me and lowered her face to my cunt. At that moment, she was still my mother, but now my lover. Her tongue lapped furiously and I’d never felt anything so tremendous in my life. I felt as if I’d been sitting in an electric chair and all the hairs on my arms were standing on end. Mom didn’t stop until she made her little girl come three times.

“My turn, you incredible mommy,” I smiled. I decided I was going to match her and proceeded to show Carol that her little girl was no slouch when it came to making love to a woman. I licked her from head to toe, loving her 34D tits and nibbling her nipples. When I got to her cunt, I used fingers and stimulated the clit and after I’d made her come once, I flipped her over and rimmed her ass. She’d never had anyone do that before and my mother loved it. She howled and the foulest obscenities flew from her mouth, many that I would have been punished for using years earlier.

We spent the entire night fucking. My Mom even gave me her strap-on and begged me to fuck her ass. I did as she asked, but I liked having my mother be the boss and I told her so. It just seemed more natural. We didn’t stop having sex that entire weekend, even after we were sober again.

Carol and I talked after our heads stopped pounding and decided that we would move forward – with caution.

For the next year, we made love every chance we got while maintaining our own bedrooms. We dated a bit to see if perhaps we could develop feelings for others, but although we both had some fun sex, the chemistry was never as intense. After one intense make-out session while Kara was in school, Mom told me she thought we needed to take the next necessary steps.

“I think you should move into my bedroom, sweetheart,” Carol told me as she held me in her arms. “We can use your room as an office for my store…” Mom had started a business selling erotica to lesbian clientele, “… and we will be together every night.”

She anticipated my next question. “Yes, we need to tell Kara and we’ll explain to her that our situation is unusual. She’s 11 now and she will likely be able to figure it out, if she hasn’t already.”

We took Kara out for a lovely Italian meal that evening (her favorite) and when we came home, we tried to explain our situation as best we could. We were making a mess of it. Kara knew her Mom and Gran were both lesbians, of course, but Mom couldn’t convey herself.

“We’re going to be sharing the same bedroom!” I finally blurted out in total exasperation.

My blonde angel laughed. “Oh, is that all? Finally!”

We looked at her with amazement. “You knew?” I asked my daughter.

“Well, duhh Mom!” Kara giggled. “I’ve seen the way you two look at each other and I know you both like girls, so I did the math. I’m surprised it took you this long.”

Carol asked her granddaughter “And the incest aspect doesn’t bother you?”

Kara snorted. “Why should it? What you do is your business and I know how to keep a secret. You’re both hot chicks – if you want each other, I say go for it!” Kara said, giving us both a thumb’s up as we hugged her.

That night I moved some of my things into Carol’s bedroom and I finally felt at peace. We had an amazing night of sex and I’m afraid we weren’t quiet. Luckily, I was sure Kara was sleeping and if not, she knew our secret.

Mom’s business took off so much that I was able to cut my outside hours at my other job and assist her with the business. Our “lunch breaks” got rather steamy, but business was flourishing and both of us were happy. If Kara caught us kissing, she’d blow us a kiss as well, as if she were joining in.

Three months ago, just after Kara’s 15th birthday, she knocked on our door. Mom and I were naked and as of late, we had felt free to be that way in front of our baby, so we didn’t pull the sheets up. She was a bit fidgety, so we asked her what was bothering her.

“I have something I want to ask you,” she said. “Be right back!” She ran off, confusing both of us.

A few minutes later, she came back into our room and stunned us both. She was wearing a sexy black teddy and cute bedroom slippers, she looked like a lingerie model. Her blonde hair was gleaming and I hadn’t really noticed how long it had been getting. She looked down and then puffed out her 32C chest at us both. “Do you think I’m sexy?” she asked.

Mom and I looked at each other as if we were trying to figure out how to answer her. Finally, I spoke up.

“Yes Kara, you’re a beautiful young woman and in that, you’re very sexy,” I confessed. “Why do you want to know?”

“Because – well – if I’m so sexy, how come you and Gran haven’t asked me to go to bed with you?” Kara demanded to know.

Mom and I looked at each other and we tried to formulate an answer. We tried to say that our relationship had just happened and it was a special fluke, we fumbled around and realized that our rationale was all hokum. Both of us found Kara sexy and we knew that we could easily accommodate her into our relationship if that’s what she wanted.

We told her that and she squealed with happiness and jumped into the bed with us. She kissed me first and then her Gran and alternated until she had us both horny, the little minx! Mom undressed Kara slowly while I explored her chubby little pussy and her cute rosebud with my tongue. Mom got her tits first and the pleasure of having Kara straddle her face and letting Carol eat her out. I myself was eating my mother’s pussy at this juncture and if it seemed sweeter this time, I think that’s because of the intense desires everyone in the room was feeling that night.

We both let Kara pleasure us and she took instruction very well. Kara has not slept in her own bed since, she’s now nestled in between us every night. While Mom is “the boss” of the household, we are all equals in most ways and anyone of us is free to initiate sex. We’ve impressed upon our little girl the need for discretion and if she chooses a partner of her own in a few years, make sure that she’s someone who can handle our type of lifestyle. None of us would give it up for anyone.

By Louisa May

“Ohhh, my GOD…” came Mary’s muffled little voice. “Woooow…”

“Man, Mary, you really exPLODed!” Julie’s eyes were huge. I leaned in and kissed her mouth. She turned her head to me and opened that pretty mouth, and my tongue slid in and along her sweet gums.

“Hey, me TOO!!” We stopped and turned to see little Mary, her short black hair a fluff mess about her red face.

I laughed, and brushed some of that soft hair off her face. “Alright, sunshine, I want to kiss you, don’t you worry. But let’s all get naked first, okay?” I turned to Julie. “Is that a good idea?”

My little blossom blushed, of course, and nodded, grinning.

“Yaaayy, let’s get naked!” Mary immediately began shucking her skimpy t-shirt. “I want to see NORA naked, yes, yes, yes!”

I smiled. “You do, do you?” She nodded fiercely. “Well, alright then.” And I stood. “You, too, Miss Julie.”

Mary knelt on the bed watching intently, first at me, then at Julie, then back at me. “Oooh,” she shuddered, “I’m so excited!”

I undid my robe and let it fall to the floor.

“Ohhh my GOD!!” and Mary fell backwards on the bed, flashing her shiny little slit. She bounced back, her face aglow. “Nora! You are so so so beautiful!!!” She turned to Julie, who had removed her blouse and was now taking down her skirt. “Isn’t she beautiful, Julie?” And Mary’s eyes stayed on her friend, who was now Quite a-blush.

Julie nodded, murmured, “yes, she is, I know.”

“Oooh, Jool, you have hair!!” Mary pointed at her friend’s lightly whiskered crotch.

“Jool—”

“And your titties… well, they ARE kinda big–”

“Mary…” I lifted my brow at her and reached to hold both pretty Julie- cones. “They are big and beautiful.” I leaned to lick one of her nipples.

“Yum.”

Mary giggled madly. “Ohhh man, this is GREAT!” She crawled over the sheets to sit on the edge of the bed. “NOW will you kiss me?”

I smiled and sat next to her. I held both her small cheeks and touched her nose to mine. “Yes, I will kiss you now, little beast. Stand here between my legs.”

And she stood and snuggled her slim thighs between mine. Her arms hung obediently at her sides.

“‘Kay.”

“Okay.” And I brought her body in closer to me so that I felt her flat, hot chest touch my nipples. Our heads were on a level.(The bed sat high up.) Her mouth still held the impish ghost of a smile as my lips touched it. Her mouth opened slightly and I dutifully brushed my tongue against the insides of her lip. She giggled, and her own elfin tongue touched mine, and danced against it. Little imp! My head tilted a bit, and I opened my mouth further and slid my tongue deeper inside her. My hands slid around her thin waist, and I felt her press herself against my breasts, as her own mouth opened wider and drew my tongue in. She sighed, a high-pitched content little moan, and I felt her tongue swirl around mine; I felt her sucking my tongue! Her firm little belly now ground itself into my moist, fuzzy puss. Oh, my heavens, I could live here a looong while.

“Hey, what about ME?” I felt a tapping, and broke our kiss to find Julie at my shoulder.

“It’s MY turn,” said Mary, who started in at my lips again.

I held back. “Whoa, wait now, wait a bit.” I smiled at Voracia. “You are a hot little one, aren’t you?”

Big grin and a big nod.

“I know.” I turned to Julie. “Yes, we have to figure out things here, don’t we? Hmmm…”

“It IS my turn,” murmured Mary to her friend.

“We DID just make your butt explode,” Julie murmured back.

“How about,” and I spread my legs apart, moved Mary to one side and pulled Julie in to stand beside her, “how about each of you take one of my nipples into your mouth. And suck them. How about that?”

The girls grinned at each other and immediately leaned in to engulf a nipple with their mouths. Ohhhh, good idea! Very very Very gooooood ideaaa… mmmm… I stroked their heads, their soft, slightly moving heads; Mary’s almost babysoft black hair, Julie’s lush blond mane… felt my nipples swell, my blood coursing down through my core, into my middle, my pussy just glowing…

And as I watched, a wonderful thing happened. Besides me coming, deeply, gently, I mean… for after a few minutes, I watched Mary begin to lick, and kiss, then suck again, then kiss, moving… then she started nuzzling Julie’s lips against my nipple! And as I watched, my hands, almost of their own accord, began gently pressing the little heads together; and they did come together. I watched Julie’s lips hesitate, brave a brief touch to Mary’s, return to my nipple, then, as Mary’s lips more insistently nuzzled her own, turn, and actually brush, then fasten on her friend’s…

And my hands slid downwards, smoothing the kissing girls’ backs, then cupping their bottoms. I felt Mary’s immediately respond, as her hands came up and went around Julie’s waist. My hand at Julie’s bottom travelled further, my fingers questing, and I felt her thighs part, and she sighed. And Mary sighed, and both girls almost sank into each other. Julie’s arms went around her friend’s arms, and both were now in a passionate embrace, and kissing deeply. And of course all I had to do with little Mary was touch a finger to that humid, sensitive little asshole, and her sighing instantly rose a level, became a high-pitched moan, a mumbled grunt and gurgle. I now had a finger in Miss Julie’s slit, and she too was moaning. Both, between my warm, yearning thighs.

I turned to the mirror at the foot of the bed, and what a lovely sight: Mary’s small hands roaming, grasping, at Julie’s back, her arms, neck… my own hand working quietly between Julie’s lewdly spread thighs, her bottom moving, squirming… and the sound of them both moaning, kissing, wet, sticky, sighing, grunting, crying…

It was MY turn.

By Louisa May

“Get dressed in the bathroom!” I whispered. I grabbed my robe.

Another knock. “Jooo-leee! I know you’re in there…” It was Mary, Julie’s little ballerina friend. Little Mary Sunshine, I called her. She was a dark little bundle of mischievous energy, Rhoda to Julie’s Mary Tyler Moore.

“Just a second!” I tugged the bedspread into a fairly presentable mess, and opened the door.

There she was, holding a cup of bubbly and grinning to beat the band. She ambled in, almost strutting, her butt, in a pair of racy red short-shorts, sashaying like a stripper’s. She took a sip of her brew and turned to me. “Whatchoo guys doin’?”

I closed the door. “Is that champagne, Mary?”

“Yepsie-doodle.” She held it up. “Lynn got a whole bottle for our room!”

“Hmm.” I approached her, keeping my eye out for stray evidence. “I don’t know if you should be having much more of that, sunshine.”

She was sniffing, loudly. “It smells funny in here.”

“Does it?” It did probably reek of our previous passions.

“Uh-huh… smells like my mom’s room after her boyfriend left.” She eyed me impishly.

“Hmm.” Yike. “What does your mom do?” This was getting a little dangerous.

“She’s a nurse.” Mary took another sip and toyed with my sketches on the table. The bathroom door opened and Julie entered. The darling’s signature blush didn’t help the situation. That and her lush blond hair, which was somewhat… mussed.

“Hi…” she said weakly.

Mary looked her over. “Hi yourself.” There was an intriguing silence as Mary looked at me, then back at Julie. “Were you guys doin’ it?”

Julie’s mouth just opened.

“What do you mean by that, Mary?”

She looked at me straight, that knowing smile still on her elfin face.

“You know…”

“I could get in a whole lot of trouble if you mean what I think you mean.”

She wagged her hips, enjoying her moment of power. “Well, I wouldn’t SAY anything… if you’re saying what I think you think I mean.” She giggled, and took a sip.

“Mary…” Julie really was a cute little mess. Terrible liar, I should imagine.

Mary leaned in to her friend and stage-whispered: “I can’t believe you got what you wanted.”

Julie’s eyes widened. “Mary–” She grabbed Mary’s thin wrist.

Mary was gleeful. She turned to me. “We told each other our secret secret secrets, and Jool’s–”

“NO, Mary, don’t!” As she tried to wrap a hand around her friend’s mouth.

Mary squealed, squirming out of her friend’s grasp. “–Jool’s was that she hoped Nora would make a pass at her!” Her drink went flying. “Yaah!”

“Okay, okay, you two…” and I picked up the cup and grabbed a towel. The girls stood, chastened. Somewhat. Mary still had that devilish gleam in her eye, and Julie… well, she was dealing with a lot of new stuff.

“I can’t believe you said that. It was secret. Like secret?”

“Well…” Mary stood flexing her toes. “You guys are doing secret stuff.”

She watched me as I swabbed the champagne. A little smile lit her face, then she stuck her tongue out. Such an intriguing imp!

I stood. “You are one sassy sunshine girl, aren’t you?”

She answered with that two-hand butterchurn dance. “Uh-huhh, I’m sassy… that’s right… I’m nasty…” and she broke herself up, and turned her firm little butt towards me. “What you gonna do, spank me?”

“Well,” as I turned to an interested Julie, “I just might at that. What do you think, Miss Julie?”

She smiled grimly. “Absolutely.” And the sassy intruder’s reaction was anything but concerned. She grinned, her tongue out, and continued wiggling that unusually mature little bottom at us. “Go ahead, if you want. I can take it, oh yeah.”

My mind was racing, as was my blood. Was this really happening? Not only was near calamity averted, but young Mary did indeed seem to be welcoming the same deep adventure her friend had just experienced. Did she know what she was possibly in for? I doubted it. But I also knew that that very fact was part of the intense allure to her.

I laid my hands on her small shoulders. She looked up at me, fearless, nodding. I turned to Julie. “Over my lap?”

“Oh, yes.” She was quite getting into this now.

And as I shuffled up onto the head of the bed, Mary muttered to her friend, almost off-handedly, “…do everything you guys did.”

I looked at Julie, and as we slid the giggling girl onto my lap, feet towards Julie, I asked, “you sure?”

Her head, which was almost hanging over the other side of the bed, rose and turned towards Julie. She nodded. “Secret, shhh…” She giggled, and resumed her position.

And what a position. My lord. Look at this… gift in my lap. Such a defined little bottom: small, as an 11-year-old girl’s would be, yet not as small as one would imagine; almost like an older, athletic teen’s fit butt in miniature. A slight flaring of the hips, and a jutting hub of delightful roundness, divided perfectly by a purely placed crack. Her shorts hugged her form, and moved with her as she squirmed, squeezing those cheery cheeks at each brave breath.

I looked at Julie standing by the bed, and sent an air kiss. She made a grabbing motion and placed her hand at her crotch, grinning and blushing. Wow. “Any suggestions?” I asked her.

“Well,” she assumed a professorial air, “you know, she told me a secret Secret secret, too…”

From my right came a murmured, “hey…”

“Oh, yes?”

“Yes. And you know what?”

“What, Doctor?”

“Well… she said she liked to touch her heinie.” Julie looked at me meaningfully.

“Really?” I laid a palm on one cheek. It quivered. Warm. “Is this true?” I asked it.

“Uh-huh…” came the small voice. Her butt gave a little wiggle in my hand.

“When I was seven, my babysitter used to give me heinie rubs–”

“Heinie rubs? Like this?” And I began caressing the cheeks, smoothing my hand over the cloth.

“Uh-huhh…” Mary’s butt rose slightly to push itself against my moving hand. “And… and sometimes she touched my hole… umm…”

“Yeah, ’cause she said she liked to touch her heinie hole, too.” Julie had sat herself on the bed, closer to the action. She watched fascinated as Mary’s bottom writhed slowly under my hand.

“You do?”

“Yeah…”

“Hmmm…” During my handling, my fingers stroked her crack, and I could feel her little bottom try to open itself to me. “Well… maybe we should take these shorts off so we could see about that.” I looked at Julie, who nodded, expectant.

“Lift up, sunshine.” And she did, her lithe butt rising almost perpendicular to her lower back. I tucked my fingers into her waistband and drew the red shorts down. “I guess we can save the spanking ’til later…”

Julie’s mouth hung half-open as she watched her friend’s bare bottom be uncovered. It was beautiful. Soft, muscular, and sexy as hell.

I watched Julie’s face. “What do you think of it?” I touched Mary’s buttcheek lightly. The cheeks contracted. Julie’s face flushed.

She nodded. I touched Julie’s chin. “Tell her what you think.”

Julie looked at me. I nodded. She cleared her throat. “Your bottom is so pretty, Mary.”

The bottom wiggled slightly, and her friend’s small voice answered, “why thank you, Jool. And my bottom thanks you too.” She giggled, and her cheeks squeezed together twice.

“Here,” I murmured, and took Julie’s hand. “Feel.” I brought her hand to Mary’s butt.

She took a breath, smiled, and laid the hand on her friend’s bare bottom. She caressed it softly. “So warm,” she breathed to me.

Mary turned her head. “Oooh, Jool, you’re touching my butt.” And her cheeks moved slowly, welcoming. I noticed, too, her coltish legs move apart a bit. “Touch my heinie hole.”

Julie again looked at me. I put both hands on Mary’s soft ass and gently pried her apart. Julie’s eyes widened as her friend’s little dark jewel was revealed. Perfect, tan-haloed patch centered by the rubber-ringed hole, dark and glistening.

“Go ahead,” I murmured, and Julie’s small finger quivered slightly as it slid towards the hole. Mary’s hips rose again.

The touch seemed almost electric to Mary, as I watched her friend’s finger touch her most secret place. She let out a low, “ooooh…” and it was very exciting to see the little asshole actually pooch out to grab Julie’s questing digit.

“Yeah… move it around, Jool…” as Mary’s butt gyrated in heat. And Julie complied, circling her friend’s heinie hole, pressing and worrying the little ring as Mary, began breathing more heavily, and making little grunty noises.

“You like that, honey?” I kneaded the cheeks I held open.

“Uh-huhhh… mmmnnn, yeah-HUHhh…!” And her hips were now as far up as she could push.

“Julie,” I whispered, “put that finger in my mouth.” And with eyes wide, she did. I sucked, smiling, and slathered the finger with my saliva. “Mmmm… now just push it into her hole, honey.”

“IN?”

Mary’s voice was clear. “YES, In! Put it in my butthole!”

And so Julie took her wetted finger and, laying it on the shiny, quivering hole, she slowly sank it in.

“OHHH, Yeahhh, Joooool, that is so…!! MMMmmmmnnn!!!”

And I watched Mary really start to explode here. Amazing, just from anal manipulation. I thought I’d add some spice. I worked my fingers under Julie’s ministering hand, and ran them up and along Mary’s slick, soft pussy slit.

“Oh! Ohhh! I’m… OHhhh, God, I don’t… mmmMMMMMmmMM, ooooooOOoohhh!!!”

And little Mary just spasmed, her body writhing madly on my lap, helpless and abandoned under our fingers. Her arms, her hands thrashed and grabbed at sheets, pillows, blankets, her own body… she came hard, loudly. I hoped no one was out in the hallway…

Continue on to Chapter 4

By Louisa May

“Taste your wonderful self…” and I sank my tongue into her opening mouth, swirling her salty, musky juices around, feeling her own little tongue dart and quiver passionately with mine. She sighed, and panted, taking little sips and gasps of air as we kissed and kissed; her little hands all over my back, and neck, and lustrous dark hair. And the feel, too, of her extraordinarily pliable pelvis beneath me, spreading those hot thighs almost perpendicular to my belly, which kissed her warm, sticky little slit, open at my navel. Her legs splayed beneath me.

After a completely unknown period of time, I leaned up slightly, a skein of spit hanging between us. Her eyes were open, glazed; her chipmunk cheeks glowed pink. “I want to see those beautiful Julie-boobs,” I murmured.

Amazing to watch a blush within a blush. She had a gift. But of course her fingers moved to the back of her neck to untie the top.

As she rose slightly to get a better purchase, I ran a finger along her soft shoulder. “You were always so shy about showing these treasures in the dressing room…”

She made a face. “Mary always made fun of them.”

She reached between her shoulder blades to untie the lower string.

“Hmm. Any jealousy there, do you think?”

Her brows rose. “Maybe. I guess.” And she pulled the halter off.

“Ohh, baby…” Such beauty. These gorgeously virginal breasts, so full, yet still obviously growing; white, white, with such a perfection of pink, aroused nipple. Ohhh, dessert! I reached out slowly, and cradled each in my palm, carefully, as one would fine art. For they were.

I looked her in the eye; she seemed to hold her breath upon approval. “Your breasts are absolutely beautiful, Julie.” And her smile appeared like a rheostatic light, brightening as I continued. “I thought so in the dressing room, when I could sneak a peek,” she giggled, “but my oh my…” and I squeezed them gently.

“You really like them?”

“Are you kidding?” I twisted a pink, distended nipple lightly. She shuddered. “I have to kiss them.”

And I leaned in to do so.

“Oh, gosh, yes, Nora…” as I opened my lips to suck a nipple into my mouth, “ohhhh…” she petted my hair… “oh my gosh… I thought of you doing this when I was in my bed…”

I slid my hand down her soft belly, down to the tender opening of her still-warm, wet slit. I felt her hips rise, and her thighs part further as my fingers began sliding, playing with her swollen labia, circling upon her hot, unhooded clit.

“Mmmmm… ohhHHHHhhh, I’m mmelting again… !”

she breathed as I ran my tongue around and around her sweet nipple, sucking, nibbling…

And I raised my face to hers as I felt her starting to come again, and held the back of her soft neck, and thrust my tongue into her soft open mouth, as I frigged her quivering pussy faster.

“MmmmmmMMOHH, OHHHhmmmmmm, nnnnggggGgg!!!” she gulped and gasped as my little Julie had her second Norgasm. Ohhh, so so hot, to have her, to hold her and devour her as she lost all control, and abandoned her little spasming body to me…

And after, she held me, just held me tight, whispering, murmuring love into my neck, and chest, and breasts, kissing little kisses, and lickings, and sighing a lot.

I lifted her now permanently-blushed face. “Want to make me feel like that?”

She nodded. “I could never make you feel… like that. But,” and she ran her little palms up and down my arms, “yes, yes, I want to. Tell me how. Tell me what to do.”

I smiled. Her eyes were so huge, blue, trusting. Loving. “OK, little love. Lie down.” She did so. “Now,” as I straddled her, “you won’t have to do a whole lot, honey. Just kiss and suck me here,” and I helpfully opened my full pussy lips to her, “just like we kiss. I’ll do all the moving around and stuff. Would you like that?”

Julie’s eyes were glistening. “You’re so beautiful, Nora… I can’t believe…”

I leaned down and kissed her, a simple, loving kiss. “Baby… I’m the lucky one. Believe me.” Then I rose back up and shifted forward to straddle Julie’s pretty face. I looked down at those huge eyes. “Don’t worry if I get kind of crazy. I won’t smother you.

Okay?”

A smile. “Okay.”

“Okay, baby. Here I am,” and I lowered my trim- haired, ripe pussy onto her mouth. I watched her open her mouth, and felt the warm honey of her tongue brush my lips. “Mmmmmmm… that’s good, Julie… flatten your tongue, just lick lick lick like a big old ice cream cone… ohhhHHHh, yeah, baby, yeah, that is good…”

And she was working it, her head bobbing back and forth, and I felt the stirrings of that big warm wave. “Put your hands on my bottom, honey, play with my ass…” I felt her little hands grasp my cheeks, stroking, squeezing like dough. I looked back, and saw her thighs opening and closing to the rhythm of her mouth, and then saw our reflection in the mirror on the wall by the foot of the bed. GOD. To see Julie’s small hands on my naked, squirming ass, to see her bare, slick and reddened slit move with her thighs…!

Now I began to really grind myself into her mouth, her face. I felt my clit slide and bump against her button nose…” OhhhHHHHHH GOD, Julie, OH my GOD! Oh, Baby, I’m coming, honey… mmMMMMMmmnn GOD, put your finger in my asshole, baby, push it in… ooooOOOOOHHHH Yes, YESS GOD, YESSSS!!!!” And I held her head against my ravening pussy and ground her into me, sliding, riding, hearing her bubble and gasp against me, aware of her, of her safety, but just, as I fucked my little girl’s shining face hard. She whimpered, and gurgled, and licked and licked and licked, and drove that little finger of hers deep into my asshole, my good girl!

Lying with her head in my neck… my hand travelling lazily up and down her warm, smooth body… a knocking.

“Julie? Hey, Julie? I know you’re in there…”

Continue on to Chapter 3

By Louisa May

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in January 2005 }

My name is Nora Rollins. I’m a 42-year-old NY actress who has been lucky to make a decent living in the past decade or so working out of town. In my twenties, I was a Broadway baby, appearing in many of the big musical hits of the day. I was a gypsy, a chorus girl, and times were good. But, as any American actress gets to know, show me a woman Of A Certain Age who’s on Broadway, and I’ll show you a star. Or a Brit. So you improvise, and get ‘regional’ work. Or another career. Simple.

I’d just completed the run of a popular musical comedy in a small southern town, in which I played a strong supporting role, and I was at a nearby pub where they held the closing night party. It was a subdued affair, and I had fun just gabbing with the cast and crew I’d gotten to know, and those I’d known before (it was the third show I’d done at this particular theatre.) And among these theatre people were a few children, and their parents, as the cast included some kids. Two in particular were Julie, a precocious, slightly chubby 12-year-old, and her friend Mary, 11, who wanted to be a ballerina. They sat at a table of their own, giggling. I saw they’d finagled their chaperone’s permission for a toasting glass of champagne, and seemed already a bit tiddly.

“Nora!! Oh, Nora, Nora, I need a picture of us! Please??!” Julie bounced, her hands held together prayerfully.

I smiled, and approached them. Mary snared someone, and the two posed, grinning, with me. Then Julie grabbed the camera and handed it to Mary.

“Oh, oh! Me and Nora!” She beamed at me. Her eyes were huger than usual, made-up as they were for the occasion. She was positively aglow. She linked her arm in mine, and I put my other hand on her cheek and pressed our faces together. Flash!

“Cool!” she breathed. “You are so cool…” and as Mary sat beside her again, she sat, now holding my hand. “This woman is my hero,” and as I pooh-poohed her idolatry, she looked back up at me. “No, you are awesome.”

Mary sat, nodding. “I mean, not only are you, like, so so incredibly talented, and smart, and… beautiful…!”

They were both nodding now. Julie was blushing, but soldiering on. I did love her propensity to blush at the drop of a hat. She had the skin for it.

“– but you are like, so cool, and so friendly! You are so aDORable!”

Her eyes danced, and she took a breath. Then, to Mary: “If she was, like, my age, I would SO be like, gay! Like, in a second!” And they both gasped, and giggled, and laughed into their hands. I chuckled, and was drawn away by a producer-person.

The moment came to my mind as I got into my night-robe later that night.

I smiled to myself. Julie. Such a little motor-heart. I’d had a few moments onstage each night with her, waiting for the second act curtain to rise, and had enjoyed her pretty face, her obvious crush; I’d flirted aimlessly, and watched her watch my every subsequent move as the play got under way again…

I’d had a few drinks at the party, and was feeling a bit randy. I thought of Julie’s little big-girl breasts, and how she’d blushed so when Mary had pointed them out in the dressing room. They were quite large for her age, and though she’d kept them covered whenever possible, the few times she’d unveiled them I had to admire their porcelain beauty. And such large, pink nipples…

I felt the silk of my robe caress my own brightenening breasts, and considered. Yes, I had some packing still to do, but I might just take a few leisurely moments on my bed, maybe pack in the morning…

And in the midst of these thoughts, a knock at my door. Light, barely noticeable.

“Who is it?”

A soft, unintelligible answer. I went to the door. “Who?”

Softly: “It’s Julie.”

Well, bust my britches. I opened the door. “Julie! What brings you here?”

She looked hesitant. Her face glowed. “I just… I wanted to say goodbye. But if you’re going to bed–”

“No, no, come on in. I always put on my robe. Come in.” She smiled, and entered my room. I closed the door.

“Wow… you have a nice place.” She was still in her party outfit: denim skirt and peasant halter.

“Well, only the best for the stars, you know.” She grinned. “Where’s Mary?”

“She’s downstairs with Lynn. Her mom said we could stay with Lynn tonight.”

“Oh, so you’re all having a big slumber party downstairs?”

She nodded. “Except they all wanted to watch Four Weddings and a Funeral, and I already saw it.”

“Ah. Hugh Grant?”

She nodded again. “It’s okay. The woman kind of looks like you.”

“Yes. Kristin Scott-Thomas. I’ve heard that before.”

“Oh I’m sorry. I didn’t mean–”

“Oh, no, no, believe me,” I smiled. “I take it as a compliment. Really.”

She smiled. “Good. ‘Cause…” and she swept her golden hair behind her ears, “you’re actually prettier than her.”

“Oh, Julie, stop.”

“No, really! She’s… I don’t know, kind of mannish, you know? But you’re not. But, you do look like her. I mean, SHE looks like YOU.” And she blushed. Adorably.

“Well. Thank you very much.”

“You’re welcome.”

“I was just going to make myself some tea. Would you like some?”

“Sure. Thank you.”

“But of course.”

As I prepared our tea, I watched her in a mirror above the sink (Mirrors were rather ubiquitous in this room.) She stood by the table and perused the sketches on the wall. “Did you do these?”

“Yes. I get bored sometimes.”

“They’re beautiful.”

“Thank you again.”

“You’re so talented, I can’t believe it.”

I saw her looking at me as I poured the water. She wasn’t aware of the mirror, apparently. She was looking at my lower half. Hm. It gave me a pleasant little feeling, a light warming.

I turned with the stocked tray.

“That’s a pretty robe. Is it silk?”

“Mm-hmm.” I nodded. “Twelve dollars on Canal Street. In New York.”

“Oh. It looks Chinese.”

I lay out our tea on the table. “And so it is, I think. Feel.”

She put out a hand and lightly fingered the hem. “Ooh, soft.”

I lay a finger on her lips. Her eyes widened. Then I got up and took a few steps to my clothes drawer. I bent at the waist and opened the bottom drawer. I realized, as I rummaged, that I was giving Miss Julie a glimpse, if not of my nude sex, then of my very upper back thighs. Another warming.

“Here,” I said, shutting the drawer and straightening up. I held another robe, crimson. “This, my dear, is for you.” And I held it out to her.

Her face held a very endearing mixture of all the feelings she’d experienced in the past few seconds. From my finger at her lips, then her little glimpse of me, to her surprise and gratitude. Added to her already fraught state, I loved seeing her now blush and even begin to tear up.

“Ohhh! Oh my God…” she took it, and held it to her mouth. Her eyes were so big, and so pretty. Glistening.

I sat back down and sipped at my tea. “Please. Twelve dollars, remember. I’ll pick up a bushel of them when I get back.”

“No, but…” and she rose, and leaned down and hugged me. So warmly, gently.

“Thank you,” she whispered. I touched her face as she looked at me. And I kissed her.

Not long, but not a peck, either. “You’re so welcome, Julie,” I whispered back. She seemed a bit dazed. “Now,” I continued whispering, “don’t let your tea get cold.”

She smiled, and sat back down. We talked for awhile about the show, and her aspirations, and my career. I told her of my earlier chorus work.

“No wonder,” she said, “’cause you have those legs.” She looked at them, and I raised them, and flexed. “Your legs are like, amazing. Do you still dance?”

“Sometimes. I keep in shape with classes, and teaching.” I lifted my leg higher, pointing. It WAS a good line. “But I always hated my ankles.

They’re fat.”

Julie almost choked on her tea. “FAT??! Oh yeah, and I’m, like, a skinny model!”

“Julie, you could be a model.”

She palmed her bare belly. “Yeah, for full-size teens!”

“Julie, you are NOT fat.”

“I am too! Look at me!”

“Come here.” I put down my teacup and held out my arms. “Stand up and come here.”

She put down her own cup and stood hesitantly. “What?”

“Come here, stand here.” I motioned to between my legs. She came forward.

I put my hands on her bare waist. “This,” and I held my hands against her warm skin,” is NOT fat. This is a healthy, pretty, attractive girl.”

She held her arms out slightly, and smiled doubtfully. My hands slid down to her thighs. “Really? You think so?”

“Honey… of course I think so. I think you’re a very attractive girl. I was attracted to you from the first time I saw you.”

Her eyes lit up. “You were??”

I nodded. My hands lightly stroked her thighs, up and down. I looked up at her. “Did you ever think about me when we weren’t working?”

She let out a breath. “Are you kidding? Only like, all the time.”

I smiled, stroking. “Really? Like what? When?”

“Ohh…” She swallowed. “It’ll sound stupid.”

“Honey, I guarantee it will not sound stupid.” I held her eyes. “Believe me.”

My hands stroked a bit further up her thighs. They were so warm, and so soft.

“Well,” as her fingers interlaced at her belly, “sometimes, I just… I like, dream that… that we’re doing stuff… together…”

“Uh-huhh…” my hands caressed her thighs, moving up, slightly rumpling the hem of her denim skirt. “Doing what?”

“Umm… like… kissing, and… just…” Her hands went up to cover her face. “Oh, I sound like such a stupid little squirt!”

“Shh, shh…” I lightly gripped her thighs. “Look at me, Julie.” Her hands came down to her mouth, and she looked at me. “We CAN do things together. If you want.” I felt her thighs tremble in my hands. “You’re not at all a stupid little squirt. I think you’re a beautiful, sexy girl, and I’m here for you. What do you want?”

We looked at each other a long time, seconds that seemed like minutes.

My hands massaged her thighs, lightly. Finally, she took a deep breath. “I dreamed… that you were teaching me things…”

My hands travelled upwards, up… I felt the curve of her hips under her skirt as my fingertips touched her panties. Our eyes remained locked. “I can… if you want me to…” And my hands continued, now circling towards each other, as each palm slid up to hold, then lightly squeeze her bottom cheeks over the warm cotton panties.

Her mouth was slightly open, and her eyes widened. I watched her blush fully, then swallow again. She nodded. “I’m kind of scared,” she breathed.

“Of course you are, sweetie,” I smiled. “My brave girl.” I was now kneading her bottom under her skirt, feeling the slightly loose panty fabric give as it was pulled up between her thighs. “I mean, here’s Miss Kristin Scott-Thomas sitting in front of you and feeling up your bottom!”

Julie giggled unsteadily. “Yeah…” She shifted on her feet, her legs parting slightly. “It’s so weird… I feel like I’m dreaming or something.”

“Well, you’re not dreaming. I’m really here.” And my hands gave a little welcome squeeze.

“You’re really here.” She smiled.

“And… you do want me to teach you… stuff?”

The girl nodded solemnly. “And… just… tell me what to do.” She held her small hands against her chest. “I’ll do whatever you want me to. Just… tell me what to do.”

What a darling. “Ohh, my dear…” and I leaned in and kissed her belly button. “Want to let this pretty skirt down, hon?”

She blushed, and reached down to unzip the side. As it fell to her feet, I was greeted with a sign of her innocence. “Tweetie! Hello, sweetie.” I tickled its chin.

Julie, of course, blushed again. In a small voice: “I didn’t know this would happen…”

“I love Tweetie, honey.” I stood, and stroked her face. Her face glowed as she gazed up at me. “I’ll tell you a secret, Julie.” Her eyes grew. “Right before you arrived, you know what I was doing?”

She shook her head.

“Well,” and I leaned in and kissed her cheek, then drew back, “I had just decided to lay down on that bed over there and have a nice little masturbation session…”

Julie’s eyes grew wider.

“And you know what I was going to think about? While I touched myself?”

A barely perceptible shake of the head.

I touched a finger to her little snub nose. “You.”

Her lips parted. “Me?” She breathed.

I nodded. “You, Julie.” I held her chin in my hand, and leaned in for another, longer kiss. I broke away slowly, and her eyes were still closed. They opened, dazed.

She spoke softly. “I think about you, too.”

“You do?” My hands slid down her bare tummy.

She nodded. “A lot,” and smiled weakly.

I smiled, my hand brushing her panty-front lightly. “What are we doing, when you think about me?”

A small intake of breath from her as my fingers found and gently pressed her soft, puttylike mound above the cotton. Right below Tweetie. We still held each other’s gaze.

“Ummm… like… you’re kissing me… and, umm…”

“Like this?” And I kissed her. And this time my tongue slid along her lips, and her mouth opened, and I tilted my head, and we began Kissing. And she made tiny mewing sounds, as my hand pressed against her warm, warm little puss, and my fingers drew circles, feeling the soft crevice give and squish under me.

I broke the kiss, still close, our saliva roping between us, and whispered, “what else, honey?”

She breathed heavily, her eyes misty, unfocussed. “Huhh… I… ummm, see you naked…?” And her eyes slid away from mine, embarrassed, and looked down.

I smiled. “Hmmm…” I held her chin again. “Let’s adjourn to the bedroom, shall we?”

She smiled, and nodded. I turned her around, and patted her bottom. I watched that pretty plump little butt move.

At the bed. “Now. Sit right here.” I went to the foot of the bed. “Face me. Good, sweetie. Now take off those pretty Tweeties and show me yourself.”

An immediate an inevitable pinkening, but she dutifully slipped those panties down, and opened her white thighs to me. I breathed deeply. “Ohh, Julie… what a pretty pink flower, honey…”

She smiled, holding herself open.

“Now, hon, I want you to masturbate for me, while I get naked for you. Would you like that?”

Her lips pressed together, and she nodded. My hands went to my robe belt, and hers went to her open, pink-lipped pussy.

“Just touch yourself like you do when you think about me, honey. I’ll just be really here! How ’bout that?”

Julie’s head just shook back and forth slowly. “It’s so…”

I opened my robe. “Like a dream, huh?”

A deep breath from my girl. I watched her hips raise slightly to meet her hand, as it rubbed inexpertly but efficiently against her shiny clit.

“Ohh, Nora… you are so beautiful…”

I smiled. “Thank you, dear.” I held my well-formed tits in my hands and squeezed. “For you.”

Her little hands worked a bit faster, and she swallowed.

“Would you like to see my ass, sweetie?” She nodded, her knees swaying, opening wider. I turned, and stroked my full, trim derriere. I was quite proud of my ass, and aware of how luscious it would be for my Julie. I looked back, and saw her mouth open.

“OH!” She breathed, as her fingers flitted frantically now. A rosy hue suffused her entire upper half, from hairline to belly button. I bent, and parted my ass cheeks for her, revealing my well-cared-for anus, its tiny musculature open, ringed, and glistening.

“Mmmm, mmMMMMMMMOHH, OH, OH! OH! Nora, mMMMmmm… !” And Julie was flailing now on my bed, her hips bucking upwards. I turned quickly and climbed down to her, leaning in to taste her. As soon as my mouth engulfed her wet sex, she let out a cry, almost a wail, high and vulnerable.

Her taste! Oh, her taste, so wonderful-girl, so salty, and meaty, and slathered with her excitement, feral almost. Intoxicating. And, indeed, new to me.

My tongue worked, strumming that now-red clit bud, my lips taking those melting, pink little puss lips and sucking, and sliding along my teeth, gently, devouring.

And Julie continued to wail, and pant, and writhe on my sheets.

And soon, she was slowing, with little spasms of delight on the downswing. And soon I was moving to her, and she opening her arms to me, and we embraced, her peasant blouse still between us. Well, that would soon go.

Continue on to Chapter 2

By Louisa May

Well, that amazing, blessed afternoon came inevitably to a close, and I did the show that night in a sort of sweet daze. Every time I glanced downstage towards my Julianne, my insides did a little slow flip. And she did give me a brief, gentle flash. Her smile as she did so was slightly sad, as if this offered glimpse of her colorful panties (she’d brought a spare, the smarty!) was a parting gift.

And in a way it was. For after that, we never got a chance to see each other alone, that would have seemed natural. We did sneak longing looks at each other at times, but even these had to be discreet.

And at our last performance, she knocked (accompanied, maddeningly, by her now ever-present backstage minder), and leapt into my arms, and said “Have a good show.” And those golden eyes welled up, and I kissed her forehead, and told her all I could with my own eyes, and said, “And you too, Jules.” And as they left, I said, “New York, right?” And she made a determined fist and replied, “YES.”

And let me say, I ached and pined, and wandered all around my soul the next few weeks, looking for respite, and could find NONE. I had a rather poorly executed 8 X 10 of her, taken hastily for the show’s lobby photos, which I’d actually framed and placed on my night table. In it, she was smiling that wonderful lopsided smile of hers, that seemed to say, “I am NOT glamorous, but it sure is fun to pretend!!” I’d gotten her to sign it, and she had, with the schoolishly scribbled notation: “Gallop aPACE!!” I felt like a moonstruck teen.

We exchanged emails, still understanding that ANYthing in writing could be intercepted, and tried to sneak in little codes of passion. I glowed for a whole day, for instance, after reading her story of how she won the Shakespeare prize with her Juliet speech; she just concentrated on what we’d worked on, she said, and ‘really went after it with both hands.’

And then, thank God! She told me she was coming to New York! To see her aunt, who lived in Queens, and see some shows. A reward, she told me, for the Shakespeare prize; her parents had suggested Disneyworld, but she, the schemer, had floated Broadway. And been okayed!

She’d come up for spring break, which was one whole long week away. I laid out maps and guide books on my kitchen table, learning more in one week about NYC than I had in the 20 years I’d lived here. I shopped, and planned, and tidied, and planned. . and shopped… and realized that I’d be lucky to spend an afternoon or two with her, and then I’d get depressed. But snap right back, Buck Up, I’ll deal with that when, when it comes, for come it will, I knew. I knew…

And then it was ONE DAY, and Jules called me, and I could tell she wasn’t alone. She spoke just like a kid who’s excited to come to NY and See the Sights, and we made a plan that next morning she’d come to my place, and we could spend the day together, wouldn’t that be cool? Oh, cool, oh yes, I breathed, and I could hear the under-undercurrent of her breath be with me, as she said, “Oh great, okay, I’ll see you then! I can’t wait!” I couldn’t either. But I would.

And then, at 8:15 AM, my buzzer sounded. The tiny voice responding so properly to my own intercom crackle, “It’s Julianne Smith for Louisa Bowen in Apartment 8C?”

And there she was, a-running down the hall and Leaping into my arms as I shut my door and held her, held her tightly, as we spun around my foyer and she kissed my face all over. I laughed and squeezed her tightly as her cold hands held my face, and head, and neck, and traveled, like a blind girl’s ’round my features, as her lips devoured me. She sounded like she hadn’t eaten all month, and now could feast. Sighs, and moans, and exclamations of joy, relief, satisfaction.

To hold such passion in my arms, to feel it squirm and twist and thrust against me, was so precious in my mind, I had to let myself just… feel it, and let go. I was never so conscious of the acutely mournful sense of never-to-be-here-again than right then, in the very moment of sublime presence. My love for her was so intense, so visceral; my center balanced lightly on the pinpoint peak; and now I yearned to unlearn gravity, to be taught by Julianne.

I caught her mid-whirl, and held her face in front of mine and looked into her wide and golden smiling eyes. A big, big grin, that melted as she brought her lips to mine and slowly, softly kissed my mouth. Her own sweet mouth opened against mine, and as my tongue, invited, slid between her lips, her arms went around my neck, her small fingers in my thick, still bedwarm hair. She moaned softly as we kissed, and I felt her deep desire, and oh, I welcomed it, and her, to me, my home. My Julianne.

She backed off with a ‘plop!’ and breathed a sigh, and opened up her eyes. An then she smiled another mischief-laden Julesian smile. She touched my lips lightly with her fingertips. “I have to show you what I wore.”

As I let her down, I noticed, yes, she was dressed rather strangely, in a long, long coat, that came down to her feet, almost. A quilted parka type of coat, for wintry conditions, which didn’t exactly meet the present weather requirements; it was chilly March weather, but not arctic. “It’s… interesting,” I offered, not wanting to dent her sartorial bubble.

“No, silly, not the coat,” she snorted, and began shuffling out of it. She smiled again, and turned her back to unzip, then, in one smooth motion, turned and let the massive thing drop to the floor.

And there she stood now — in her little toga-robe from our show! Her arms were out, and she blushed with pride as I clapped my hands together, and let out a heartfelt, “OHH!” She held up a finger, as if to say, “That’s not all,” and started spinning. And as she spun, the toga whirled around her, and billowed out to show that she was naked underneath. I crowed and really clapped this time, and opened my arms to gather in my pretty giftster. She, grinning, leapt, her legs around my waist, her arms about my neck. Ahh, familiar territory here, and lovely echoes of the dressing room. And stairwell.

“Ohhh, you DARling!” As I buried my nose in her thin neck, and she giggled, then sighed as I opened my mouth to slide along her skin from neck to ear.

“Oooh, SHIVery!” as her legs shook against my waist. “I wanted to surprise you,” she murmured. “So I asked Amanda in costumes if I could have it, and she said I could!”

I kissed her cute freckle-nose. “Mm, you DID surprise me, and I LOVE your surprise.”

She kissed my nose, then looked in my eyes. “I missed you SO MUCH.”

I gave her butt a light squeeze. “I missed you too, little one.”

“I mean I missed you SO SO SO much…” and she framed my face with both hands on my cheeks. “My stomach hurt I missed you so much. I just…” and her eyes welled a bit, “I was just so LOST… like I couldn’t find… myself,” and this last barely whispered as she gazed into my eyes.

“Well,” as I gazed back, “here you are…”

Her solemn pupils shifting back and forth, imprinting both my eyes in separate state upon her soul’s dear memory. Ohh, God, I wanted to just envelope her, to devour her, to taste every inch of her life. I asked her eyes, “Do you want to make love?”

And watched, delightful! her whole being swell; her glowing grin, the deep inbreath, the heated flush that blossomed up her face. She nodded wildly, and wrapped herself around me so she clung with every pore. “Yes, yes, yes, YES!!” she hissed. “Make love to me, make love to me,” as I carried her through the hall and into my bedroom.

And tossed her, toga and all, in a yelping, bouncing bundle on the bed. She landed with her toga way up her back, her pretty, small-cheeked bottom bare. She rolled over, and leaned her elbows back. Her legs flopped open, and she smiled; my little 10-year-old inviting me to play. Indeed, her pink-rose pussy already glistened; its tiny lips beckoned me like a crooked little finger.

She grinned lasciviously: “Let’s get all naked together!” And as she pulled her toga-robe over her head, I opened up my robe to show her me, my naked, hungry self; I’d been prepared too!

She spread herself luxuriously, a cat against my satin sheets. “Mmmm, you’re so beautiful, Mrs. Todd.” She stretched her thin arms towards me. “I’m such a lucky girl.”

I knelt now on the bed, and crawled to her. “You can call me my real name, you know.”

“I know…” she whispered, as, still kneeling, I scooped her into my arms. The feel of her against my bare skin… ohhh, my Jules. She just held me ’round my waist and rested her head right on my left breast. Her soft temple nuzzled my nipple.

“I mean,” I murmured, my belly aglow against her small plum breasts, “Mrs. Todd finished her show, you know?” I kissed the top of her head. Pert.

“I know…” as her little hands circled around the smooth skin of my lower back, and slid down to my full bottom. “I just… I’m just a little kid, I feel weird calling you… PAM,” she squeezed my butt, “like I’m one of your grownup friends.” She pulled back to look up at me. “You know?”

I smiled at her. “Alright, my little jewel, what would you LIKE to call me?”

“Umm… Miss Bowen?”

I kissed her forehead. “A little formal, but… sure, call me Miss Bowen.” She smiled. “Call me anything you like, just keep squeezing my butt like that.”

She blushed, and squeezed again. And snuggled into my breast. “Ohhh, I love you so much, Miss Bowen.”

“And I love you too, Miss Smith. My Jules.”

She smiled up at me again, and, that mischievous twinkle in her eye, planted a small kiss on my nipple.

“Mmm,” I cupped my palm around the back of her head, “more.”

And she opened her mouth and took the swelling nipple in, and sucked.

“Oooh, baby…” and my hand slid down her thin back to cup her soft, warm bottom. I felt her push it out, wiggle a bit.

“Mmmm,” she hummed contentedly as she sucked harder, taking more of my breast into her working mouth. Her legs shuffled apart as my hand slid further down, my finger caressing her tiny anus.

“Ohh,” she breathed on my wet breast, “my bottom gets so excited when you touch me there.” And she returned to sucking, and rolling her tongue around my nipple. I felt tingling sparks shoot from there into my middle.

My finger circled her little pulsing asshole. “You like this, honey?”

“Mm-HMMmm,” as she sucked and sucked.

“Want me to kiss you in your bottom?”

Her head came away, and she looked up at me, dazed. She breathed deeply, and nodded. Her face was flushed.

“Lie down on your tum, honey. Show me that pretty little butt.”

She smiled, biting her lower lip, and lay down. Her little hands came around to spread her cheeks. “Like this?”

“Ohh, you gorgeous girl,” as I knelt behind her and started kissing those small, smooth cheeks. Her hands went up to pet my hair, my face. I put both my large palms on her cheeks, covering the small globes, and squeezed, kneaded.

“Mmmm…” she sighed into the pillow.

And then I gently pulled the cheeks apart, and smelled her wonderful musk, the warm excitement of her core. “Yumm,” I breathed, and leaned in to kiss around the darkish halo that surrounded her tiny hole. Her bottom rose, and she moaned softly.

I lightly licked the hot, damp lips below, my nose against her quivering anus; its tip felt the tiny aperture barely open and close in its heat.

“Ohhh… mmm, Miss Bowen… mmMMMmmmm…” her hips were moving, grinding slowly against my mouth.

And I slid my tongue upwards again, and centered on her asshole, and pressed wetly in, and felt, and tasted myself sink into my Jules.

And her little hand had moved beneath her, rubbing now into her bare, slurring pussy, as her moans became more urgent, louder, as my tongue drove into her asshole, tasting the slickness of her tight hole, and my lips kissed and kissed around it, sucking at that pretty, pink-tan place.

“OHHHHHhhhh, I’m… I’mmmmmmMMMMMmm, mmMMMMMMmm!!! Miss B–ohhHHHHhh!!! Aghh! AaaaAAAAAGHHH!!!” And she was frigging herself for all she was worth, and bucking against my face, and I could feel her shaking, shaking, uncontrolled, abandoned…

And when she stilled, spasming still, her bottom twisting, then still, then spasming again… and I removed my face from her warm, wet, cummy thighs… she rolled over and opened up her arms, and fairly leapt into my arms, and kissed me all over, all over, murmuring, and weeping, and giggling, and hugging me tightly.

By Louisa May

We lay together, spent, idly stroking each other, and kissing randomly, as each few seconds brought another wave of urges to endear, to tender love, to let each other know how much we cared.

She lay upon my side, one lithe, slim leg draped over my belly, so that I felt her warm, wet center snuggled against my ribs. I smoothed her golden hair, and stroked her back, and cupped and caressed her small, soft bottom. Paradise.

“So…” I murmured, “when’s your mother coming to pick you up from our little coaching lesson?”

She kissed my collarbone. “Mmm… I love my coach…”

I kissed her forehead. “Just in case she decides to come early.”

“Well,” as she drew little circles on my breast, “I told her you were taking me to dinner, and then we’d go to the theatre together… so she’s picking me up there, after the show.” And she raised her face to me in triumph.

“Well!” I touched the nose above her grin. “You’ve got it all planned out, don’t you?”

“Yup!” And I felt her press her puss into me as she gave me a hot, fierce kiss on the neck. Then her face came up, a quicksilver change to worry. “That’s okay, isn’t it??”

I squeezed that pretty butt. “Oh, hush, of COURSE it’s okay. What do you think, monkey?”

The sunlight back again. She sighed, and lay her head back on my shoulder. “Good.”

I swept her back in circles. But we SHOULD do a LITTLE work on that speech. Just in case.”

“Ya think?”

“Well…” circling, “which speech is it?”

“Um…” small voice in my neck, “‘Gallop apace, you fiery–”

“–fiery-footed steeds, Towards Phoebus’ lodging: such a wagoner As Phaeton would whip you to the west, And bring in cloudy night immediately.”

Her head had come up to watch me. Now she said, “Wow. You know all of ’em, don’t you.”

I smiled at her. “No, not all. But that one, sure.” I ruffled her short, mussed hair. “I did Juliet, what… four times, I think? Loooong ago. She’s fun.”

“But it’s so sad.”

“Yeah, for the audience. And the reader. But to PLAY her.” I looked at those wide, serious eyes. And kissed each one, then ran my hand up, and down that smooth, thin back. “She’s so… HUNGry.”

“Hungry?”

I nodded. “What’s she talking about with this speech, do you know?”

Jules made a thinking face, finger to lips. Cute!! “Well, coach…” And she grinned, then really thought. “Umm… she’s… waiting for Romeo to get there. Right?”

“Uh-huhh… but that’s where we see JULiet. I mean, she’s not just sitting there like, hm, hm, hmm, nice day, wonder what’s on TV tonite, I hope ol’ Romeo gets here soon, hm, hm, hmm…”

Julianne giggled. “Nooo…”

I smiled and squeezed her butt cheek. She squeezed back. “Nooo… she’s SO HUNGry.”

Her lips parted. “Hungry.”

“Yes.” I tilted my head. “You want to try a little acting exercise? It’s DEFinitely NOT something you’d be doing anywhere else but here. Now.”

“Ooh, sounds like fun, coach.”

“Yeah, I think it’ll be a LOT of fun. Want to?”

She nodded, eyes wide with gleeful anticipation.

“Okay. First,” and I rose up to shuffle down the bed, “let’s have you sit on the pillow up here, and I’ll sit… here.” And I sat across from her at the foot of the bed. “You can just lean back and get comfortable.”

She leaned back against the headboard, her legs open, ankles casually crossed.

“Good. Comfortable?”

She nodded. “Uh-huh.”

“Good. Now… tell me, what do you think Juliet’s doing while she’s talking?”

“Umm… pacing around?”

I nodded. “Okay, yeah, that sounds… normal, for someone waiting. But is she normal?”

Jules eyebrows rose. “No?”

“Well…” it was a bit distracting to look at her, with her open little rosy wound below. So heartbreakingly beautiful. OK. Juliet. Here, in front of me. “How about… if she was waiting… in bed?”

A little twinkle of awareness, dawning comprehension. “In bed…”

“And… just to try something else… she’s not so much imPATIENT about Romeo getting here, as she is…”

“… Excited?” BOY, her eyes were wide!

I smiled. “You are a whip, aren’t you?” She blushed proudly. “Now, I’m going to ask you a very personal question, Jules. Okay?”

She nodded.

“Do you masturbate?”

Immediately, she flushed. Her lips compressed, and she briefly nodded, a quick, sharp shake.

“Me too.” She seemed a bit relieved at that. “Have you been masturbating for a long time?”

Her eyes widened. A quick shake no, this time, followed by a wild little giggle.

“What?”

“Umm…” tiny voice, as she wiggled her legs, “just… that day you said you saw my panties?”

“Uh-huh…”

“Was the first time I… touched myself. Down there.”

Ooh, a big whooosh down below. “Ohh, honey, really?”

She nodded. “‘Cause… when you told me…” and a beautiful, rosy flush spread from her chest to her forehead, “and I… I saw YOUR panties, and your bottom, when you were getting dressed –”

“Touch yourself now, Jules, while you tell me.”

Her eyes widened, her lips parted, and she took a breath, but dutifully opened her legs and lay her small fingers on her pink slit.

“Just… circle around, honey. Like me.” And I, too, opened myself to her and began feathering my fingers through and around my softened pussy lips.

She did this, and the flush seemed to spread over her whole body.

“You saw my bottom?”

She nodded absently, stroking herself. “Uh-huhh… and when you were bent over, and you were doing stuff with your shoes…” Her eyes closed briefly, then fluttered open again. “I saw your… your pussy,” and she breathed in sharply, “and I thought it was so beautiful! And I felt… I don’t know, my tummy got all fluttery, and I just wanted to… OHhhh… to hug you, and… and kiss your bottom, and… oooOOOOoooh!!”

“Ohh, my baby,” and I was getting so hot, watching her, and listening to our mutual squelchy sounds between us. “Ready?”

She nodded. “For what?”

I sank my finger deep into myself. “Wooooohh… start with, “Come, night; come, Romeo; come, thou day in night”

She made a wild little absurd giggle. “Ohh, hohh,ho… okay… mmmnh…” and kept circling her little wet pussy, “Umm… —

Come, night; come, Romeo; come, thou day in night;–” she stopped, and focussed on me. “Can I… can I say “Mrs. Todd”, instead of Romeo?”

Oh, too much!! I laughed, then gasped as a thrill shot through me. “OHHhhh, yes, honey, sure… mmm, baby, you are amazing… Look at me the whole time. Go.”

“Mmmm, okay… Come, night; come,… Mrs. Todd; come, thou day in night- -ohhHHHHh, mmm… For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night Whiter than… new snow on a raven’s back. Commmme, gentle night, come… loving, black-brow’d night, Give me my Mrs. Todd; and, when she shall die, ohHHH goshhh, Take her and cut her out in little stars, And she will make the face of heaven so fine!! MmmMMMMMNNHH!! OHHH!! That all the world… will be in love with night, huhhhHH! And pay no worship to the garish sun. OHHhhh, ahhHHHhh!!”

And she was just writhing around herself, her grinding fingers a blur on her sticky little cunt, as she frigged herself into a frenzy, her golden eyes on mine. The veins in her long neck stood out, and her hips rose to meet her whipsawing hand. I felt I was falling, falling into those deep eyes, that hungry little soul, as I thrummed my finger wetly on my clit, and… Mrs. Todd did come, as did her Julianne.

Continue on to Chapter 4

By Louisa May

Little did we know, after that magical intermission, that we wouldn’t be seeing each other alone (other than our oh so brief pre-show ritual) for another 2 weeks! They were agonizing, as I could imagine they’d be doubly so for such a little restless imp. Every day during our five minutes or so in my dressing room before the show, she’d pine, and steel herself, and moon, and giggle, and just go somewhat sexbonkers for the sensations of the Stairwell.

The problem, for us, was that management had provided a chaperone for the youngsters, as one of the older women had complained of mid-show distractions. So Julianne couldn’t come visit me without company. And I don’t believe “Oh, I’m just going to have sex with Mrs. T” would have helped our cause…

There WAS one very nice stolen moment, when about six of us gals, kids and olders, went shopping together at one of the downtown malls after a matinee. There was a show later that afternoon, so we thought we’d just stick around and sample the city a bit.

And about 4 of us, a mother and daughter (another of the Little Three), and Julianne and I, stopped into a Structure store to check out the clothes (I wasn’t much on the New, but I liked their stuff every so often). I caught J’s twinkling eye when the mother told us she’d meet us in a few minutes at the front. They were going to the Changing Room. Well, this was a HUGE Structure, and there were two changing rooms! So little Julianne and I hustled our hungry butts down to the other room, trying not to RUN, and I grabbed a few smallish-looking outfits off some rack on the way, and we smiled, and were shown into a rather large changing stall by a clerk who then left. There was no one else in the area. We stood stock still for a moment, listening. Nothing. Then our eyes met.

Wordlessly, she leapt into my arms and began kissing my face like a starving girl. I opened my mouth and received her, just drinking in all that sweet Julianne breath. She was wearing a sort of bellbottomed stretch pants, purple, so I just yanked them right off her wriggling butt as she held on to me. So there she was, hands on my face, kissing,kissing, kissing, with her pants and panties bunched mid-thigh, and I just kneaded and palmed and twisted the soft, smooth flesh of her pretty little naked bottom. It was a wonderful added treat to have all those mirrors around, too, for I could watch her amazingly sexy gyrations, watch her dark pink little asshole pooch and wink with excitement at each small sigh and murmur.

And when I touched that wiggling star, I heard a little “ohhhh!” in my mouth, and she whispered fiercely, “my bottom is SO excited, I can hardly Breathe!” And when I pressed lightly against her warm anus, her mouth stopped, panting, at my ear, and I could then smell her heat, the tarry musk of her excitement.

Oh my GOD, I wanted so to strip her completely and make love to her for HOURS, to conSUME my Julianne, and be consumed…

But in our allotted, confined time, we did our best to love. And she did come, shortly thereafter. Humping my fingers wildly, with muffled squeaks and grunts, while I again stored this seemingly fictional moment away in mind, to come with her in dreams, and wakings.

“You guys??”

The Other Folk. I guess they tired of waiting.

I called, as Julianne licked my neck, “we’re almost set! Julianne got the belt stuck here.” She smiled, and nipped my lower lip. I put her down, and put a finger to her lips. “Taste yourself, ” I whispered.

She did, flushed, quizzical; she closed her small bright mouth around my finger, and, looking up into my eyes, sucked. Then swallowed. She sighed, and her eyes welled. “Kiss me.”

I leaned and kissed her deeply, slowly, then softly away. “We gotta go.”

Her lip trembled. “Nooo.”

I nodded. “Come on, dove,” and reached for the door. I didn’t want to think.

She stopped me, leaned her head into my side. “When, when, when??” she murmured.

“I don’t know, sweetie.” I breathed in her hair. “Sometime. I don’t know.” And opened the door.

It wasn’t until the week before we closed that I got to be with her, in the truest sense, again. And it was her idea, all hers.

I’d just finished doing my bills, and was in the process of stamp-sticking, when there was a frantic-sounding knock on my apartment door. I opened, and the relief in Julianne’s worried eyes was huge. She was dressed in her school outfit, and carried her school bag.

“You’re here!!”

I looked down the empty hallway, and closed the door. She leapt into my arms and immediately began where she’d left off a couple of weeks before, kissing, kissing, kissing. In the midst of this, a panted, hurried narrative got out: “I didn’t know –*kiss-kiss*– if you’d be here! –*kiss*– ’cause I told my Mom–*kisskisskiss*– I had to study with you –*kisskiss– ”

“Study with me??” I pulled my loving lamprey away for a bit.

She stared at me, eyes wide, a loopy smile on her pretty freckled face. She nodded. “Uh-huh. You said you’d help me with my Juliet speech.”

My brows rose. “I did?”

She nodded, a gleeful imp. She bit her lower lip.

I smiled, and leaned in to touch her nose to nose. I her eyes were huge, blurred, gorgeous. “So,” I murmured, “we should probably remember to look at that, huh?”

“Yeah,” she whispered back, her hips rocking into me, her eyes big and full on mine, “we should…”

And I touched my lips to hers and it was like turning on a switch, she was immediately panting into my mouth, sucking at my tongue, allowing deep access, kissing, kissing…

I carried her, still kissing, into my apartment, and sat on the edge of my couch.

We came away eventually, mutually, for a breath of air. She breathed, and looked at me. Tears welled.

“Hey, hey, hey…” I kissed a tear that fell, licking up her cheek. Clear, salty, Julianne, unbearable.

She took a shaky breath, and smiled bravely. “I just…I can’t think about you leaving, is all…” and another tear broke, and was sipped.

I kissed her, and it was hers again. “Let’s not.” I smoothed her cheek, and ran my fingers through that amazing little crop of thick golden hair. :Let’s use our time…wisely, hmm?”

She smiled, grinned, and nodded eagerly.

“Want to play a game? Kinda like what we HAVE played, but different?”

She murmured, still a bit sniffily, “I wanna do anything you tell me to do.”

I smiled. “Anything?”

She nodded, a dare. “Eh-nee-thing!”

I regarded her, put a posed finger to my chin. “Hmm…”

Her eyes grew wide, and she grimaced comically. “Eek!”

I stood. “Alright…sit there. Legs together. And sit up straight, young lady!” She was the picture of young Catholic school rectitude. Except for the expression of delighted anticipation.

I moved the coffee table to the wall and stood before her. “Would you like to see my breasts?”

She flushed, and took a deep breath. “Yes.”

“Yes, what, young lady?”

“Yes, please. Miss.” I noticed her squirm her slim thighs together slightly.

I must admit I was not dressed for a sexy show here; an oversize Steelers sweatshirt over a running bra,and satin running shorts. Under these were plain white cottons– my running outfit, which I’d planned until heaven walked in.

I was surprised to find myself a little embarrassed all of a sudden, to be stripping for this little girl, whom I adored. I realized I cared very much that she’d like what she saw, and had a sudden qualm that maybe she wouldn’t! I wasn’t smooth and perfect, I had…seasoning, and folds, and…wrinkles, for God’s sake! In all sorts of places! Well…( as I drew my sweatshirt over my head)…love me or leave me, little Julianne, but here I am.

And as I dropped the shirt on the floor and resumed the same motion to remove the sport bra, her face was rapt. Her lips were parted, as if she were waiting expectantly for the biggest birthday surprise…I felt so, so sexy, to strip for this wonderful girl. I struggled as gracefully as possible out of the bra, dropped it, and gave my pretties a good, hearty massage, celebrating the air. That and the awareness of J’s sweet gaze made my impertinent nipples really stand up; they were already a good half-inch, and rising. The breasts themselves were nice, 36C or so, and felt SO good to be handled.

I watched Julianne’s face flush darker. “Your breasts…are beautiful,” she breathed. I crooked my finger to her. Like a sleepwalker, she stood and approached me. Her head came up to my breasts. She stared at them, then at me.

“Suck my nipple, Julianne.”

“Ohh…” and she opened her mouth as I lifted the breast and placed my nipple on her tongue. Immediately, she closed it softly between her lips and began sucking. Ohh, my GOD, I felt it grow like a penis, harden in her warm mouth.

“Mmm, harder…” and she did, she sucked me harder, I felt her teeth against the dark senstive skin around the nipple, and her little tongue flick and flick upon the nipple itself. I held her head against me, switched her over, and stroked her hair. I began pulling at her shirt. No. Not yet.

I pulled her off me, “plup!” Her lips were wet, eyes glazed and puzzled. I kissed her soft, wet lips. “Get naked for me, Julianne. I want to see you naked.” And I sat on the couch.

She stood, looking a bit sleepy-eyed.

I pulled my nipple. OoooooooHH!! “Show me your sexy body, honey. Go ahead.”

She smiled slightly, shyly, and started, hesitantly, to pull the shirt I’d ruffled out of her skirt’s waistband. It was a white shirt, and a plaid, knee-length skirt. Black, patent leather shoes, white socks. Of course.

I sat back on the couch and opened my legs. My crotch was a bit damp already, and I laid my palm on it. “Take off your clothes, pretty girl,” I murmured.

She smiled, swallowed, and unbuttoned the shirt. No bra, and the J breasts were just starting, little half-plums with unusually dark pink currants in their middles. She dropped her shirt, and now reached round to get at the skirt zipper.

“Turn around. I want to see your bottom when you take your skirt off.”

And she dutifully turned, her shoes a touch pigeon-toed, and finally got the clip. Zzzip, and now she brought it down, slowly, watching me and now enjoying this, I think. I grinned to see the familiar yellow field of purple hearts revealed, and she grinned to see I’d seen. She did a little wiggle that took my breath away.

“Now…”, little shaky, “now, pull your panties down to your knees, and take off your shoes. Leave your socks on, honey.”

“‘Kay…” small voice. And she peeled those yellow panties down, and bent further to take the shoes off. Her bare, smooth bottom…the cheeks perfect, small globes that lightened at their tops; the shallow crack, dark, coddling the even darker pocket of her tiny, hidden anus; and those two prominent lips below, symmetrical fruit, their inner, rosy, shiny tongue peeking out between…

Thank GOD she got the shoes off, I would have had to take her there, half-shod. “Pull up, and go lie on my bed…”

And as the dutiful child she was, she did, and lay, panties and socks, her head on my pillow. A slight smile for me as I pulled my shorts off and joined her there. I knelt over her, and kissed her once. She reached her arms around and pulled me down to her. We kissed some more, and I drew circles ’round her budding breasts, her nipples that grew hard. We kissed, and then my hand smoothed down her taut, smooth stomach, and fingered at her navel, a large hole for such a little girl.

She stopped her kissing to whisper to me, “I can fit a dime in there,” wiggled her bottom, and resumed her deep, deep kissing. My hand ran further down, and felt the dampness at her mound, and felt her little hips lift UP, her legs splay impossibly wide, a welcome. A deMAND. Well, I’m game.

My fingers smoothed the humid groove, her cotton panties sinking into her as I pressed and circled. She moaned.

I stopped kissing. “Do you want me to kiss you there?”

Eyes wide. A swallow, then a nod, that grew faster, more aggressive with each shake. I felt her hips bounce with each thumping nod.

I moved down her body, and with my mouth retraced my previous track: my tongue licked circles round her little tits, and I lipped the beestung nipples, sucked, gently gripped them in my teeth.

“Mmmm!” Her body arched to me, her hands caressed my thick dark hair. I trailed my mouth down, down, and it was true, it WAS a capacious belly button; my tongue tip scooped inside, she giggled, and gasped as I moved my face still further down, and mouthed upon her heated panty middle. I breathed into her open crotch, and felt the soft, soft contours of her sex upon my lips, under the cloth.

As soon as I looked up, she raised her hips, and I drew the panties down, and off her white-socked feet. I stayed awhile, still, just staring at her beautiful, wild virgin pussy, her hairless, somewhat rosy, shining lips, now open to me in her inviting spread. It seemed to me she pulsed, down there, her inner lips curled slowly in their need, and a pearl of whitish fluid welled within her folds.

I looked up at her flushed, expectant face. “What do you call this, honey?”

She blushed and jiggled her hips. “Just…down there. I think. I don’t know.”

“Let’s call it something, alright?” She nodded. “What shall we call it?”

“Umm…what do you call it?”

“I call it my pussy.”

Julianne blushed, her eyes widened. “Oh-kaay.”

“So,” I smiled. “What do you want me to do, honey?”

She grinned, grimaced. “Umm…kiss me…on my pussy? Eeeeh!” And she covered her face.

And I did. I leaned in, and blew again on the soft flesh, a hot breath.

“Oooh.” Hands up behind her head. Her legs were open so wide.

I stuck my tongue out, looking in her eyes, and touched the tip to the little pearl of moisture. And licked. She took a deep, slow breath. I swallowed the dew. Sooo wonderful, so…salty, acidic, musky, sex-earthy. I kissed her parted lips, and pressed my own upon them, mashing softly in, opening them, and snaked my tongue inside.

“Ohhhh…” she pushed her hips towards me, grinding herself into my mouth. My tongue laved down, and licked a line below her hole, to slick against the smooth skin underneath, then down into the tiny valley of her asshole. Her legs went up, and up and dangled way apart.

Then, tasting that dark hole, I wormed my tongue upwards again, and scooped a path along her sliming furrow up into her little hood, that parted for me, and presented the blood-white, shiny nub that was her clit.

And when I gently worried there, tiny licklick circles through and through, she sighed, and moaned, and started to whisper-wail small mewings and amazed cries: “OhhhHHH…ohhh, that’s…it’s so gooood, I’m …ooooooOOOOOHH!! OH, OHH, OHHH!!” And she was pulling at her feet and legs, trying to pull herself apart for me, to make herself one big only Pussy, and wildly swinging her hips and bottom around and up, and up, and bouncing, while I licked, and sucked, and circled, and fluttered…

And when I felt her crisis finally coming, I held her legs apart, and clamped my mouth to her clit, and sucked, and sucked. And she did come, loudly, weeping, a pillow on her face, thrashing into it, muffling her terror-filled joy, until she grunted, and uttered a stifled squeak that continued as her legs locked around my ears, her hips rose, and froze, and she shook and shook, spasming into my mouth, spasms that grew less and less; until she melted, boneless, down, and I brought my face away, swallowing the delicious Julianne spend, my face coated with Her.

I removed my own panties (soaked beyond redemption), and lay down next to her. She turned and buried her face in my neck, her hand on my cheek, a soft, childlike stroking. We lay quietly, breathing, aware, for a few minutes. Then a small voice in my ear. “I’m going with you, you know.”

I smoothed lazy circles on her thin bare back. “In my heart, I know. But no, you know.”

Another long pause, breathing, smelling her; her light floral shampoo, her so-young excitement. Her tangy skin. She still lightly stroked my cheek, and chin, and ear, her face buried. Then: “I love you too much.”

I brought her head up, both hands on her cheeks, and looked in her tear-smeared eyes. Oh my God. My God. I stared into those loving eyes. Her face, this little eleven-year-old face, was an epiphany. I hadn’t planned to fall in love, and certainly, certainly not in such an impossible way. I leaned in and kissed her softly, gently, meaningfully. I leaned away and looked again into those golden eyes. Her lower lip trembled slightly. There was a tiny scar on her chin.

“How can we do this, my little Julianne?” She just looked at me, her lips parted. “I don’t know how we can do this.”

She whispered, “I just want to be with you.”

I kissed her damp, freckled forehead. “And I want to be with you.” I breathed deeply. “I love you.” It was like the sun came out in her eyes, though they welled up again. I kissed those eyes, one by one, and tasted her love. “So what are we going to do?”

She touched my nipple. Just a touch. Touch, touch. She watched herself doing it. “I don’t know,” she murmured.

Ooh, that just sent ripples through me. “Well…I don’t know about the long run right now,” as I watched my nipple grow under her soft touch-touching, “but you could sure help me out, if you want.”

She nodded. “What do you want me to do? Yes, yes, yes, yes.” She sat up, invigorated. “I’ll do anything for you. Anything.”

I touched her nose. “Sweet girl.” I knelt up. “Would you like to kiss my pussy like I did to you?”

Her eyes widened, and she nodded, a bit less surely. “Uh-huh…”

“What, honey?”

“I want to, I’m just…” she made a little timid face, “I don’t know what to do.”

“That’s okay, honey, I’ll show you. Lie down here.” And she lay down, her head on the pillow. “Here, scootch down a bit.” She did so, and I arranged the pillow vertically beneath her head. Then I straddled her belly. “See, I’m going to kneel above you, and all you have to do is kiss my pussy for me like you watched me do you.” I leaned down to her and kissed her, deeply. She responded, her arms going up around my neck. Our tongues played together, twining, slithering together, drinking each other. Then I knelt back up.

“Woo…ohh, honey…”

“I love kissing you.” She bit her lower lip.

“Ohh, honey.” I was lightheaded. I looked down at my own pussy, and pulled my lips apart for her. “See here? My other lips.” And very wet. I looked at her. “Just kiss them like you kissed me, and I’ll just…”

“Go flying to the moon!” She grinned.

“At least.” I shuffled upwards along her body, until I knelt astride her head. Seeing her between my thighs, her huge, gorgeous eyes…it wouldn’t take long, that’s for sure. “Ready?”

She nodded, and kissed an inner thigh. “I want to…kiss your pussy.”

And as she blushed, I smiled, and lowered myself down to her mouth. I watched her open her mouth and take the first questing taste. She looked up. “You taste goood!” I lowered a bit more, and was now in a position such that she’d not have to do much with any part of her other than her mouth.

And I felt her, ohh, I felt that pretty, lively mouth kiss, and lick, then thrust her tongue inside me. I grabbed my breasts and kneaded them, as I watched my darling Julianne work.

And soon I felt the tingle of my impending come, the currents coursing through me, warming me, filling me with their animal glow. And Julianne was making noise down there, humming, and slurping, and shaking her head so that I felt her hair brush, brush against my thighs. Ohhhh, GOD, so GOOD, Ohh, Fuck, my baby, ohh my baby, and I put my hand behind her head and pulled her into me, and began to really fuck her face.

And she was moaning, and making little noises like a hungry child at her first bowl of soup for days, and I just smeared myself all on her mouth, her nose, her chin — and then I was really coming, and panting like a beast, and jamming her face up and down, fast, into my cunt, fucking her face. “OhHHHH, BABY, yes, yesyes YESSS, OhhH FUCK, honey, I’m COMING, Baby, OHHHH GODD, ooOOH! OHH!! AAAUUGHHH!!!”

And pressed her HARD into my pussy as I shook, frozen, spasming against her near-suffocated face. And realized it, in the recesses of my orgasming mind, and loosened my grip. But she, dear soul, stayed there, and as I came down, ran her whole face slowly up and down my greasy slit, my wet-mat lips, giving me additional, lightning jolts of pleasure, as my come wound down…

And as I knew, I spread my kneeling thighs, and pulled her upwards through my legs, and embraced her, held her to me, and she wrapped her little arms around me, kissing my breasts, my belly, my shoulders… kissing, kissing, kissing. My love.

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