Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Eva

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

Kerry Lines stood and watched the kids running through the downpour.

As a teacher, the woman felt duty-bound to be out on the playing fields while the kids galloped round the track against a backdrop of grey clouds and slanting rain. But despite the woman’s determination that all the children in her class should be in some sort of shape for the forthcoming sports day, it was a depressing sight to see the pupils of St Eleanor’s dragging themselves through the rain. They, like her, would rather be in the dry and the warmth.

Five more minutes, she told herself, and then she’d call them in. Right on cue a trickle of cold rain ran down the neck of her track suit top and the wind stepped up in intensity. Several of the children running were slowing up as if she might bring all this to an early end and blow her whistle, allowing them to race –– or amble, exhausted –– back to the changing rooms and get out of their wet PE outfits.

“Can we stop, Miss,” called one boy from the track, a boy Kerry recognised as Matt Hardcastle. Eleven years old and far too overweight.

“No, Matt, you can’t. You will have to run in it on sports day if it’s raining. Get used to it.” The woman watched the boy scowl and stumble on.

Sports day. That cherished event that drew all the parents (more than parent/teacher nights ever did) but seemed to bring out the worst in them. Kerry recalled last year when several fathers were screaming at their offspring to run faster or jump further and then being angry when the child didn’t win. Complaining mothers too, saying it wasn’t fair. Idiots, thought Kerry, bitterly, and she wasn’t looking forward to a repeat in a couple of weeks time. Right now the young woman stood and felt wet and miserable and wondered if all this was worth it. She took a deep breath and lifted her whistle to her lips. Already several of the kids — Matt Hardcastle and friends — were beginning to peel away from the soggy, wet grass track in anticipation.

That was when Leoni Fraser fell. Whether she slipped or tripped or even, perish the thought, she was pushed over but the girl went down in a heap. Her friends, and there were several as Leoni was a popular and attractive girl, were crowding round her. Kerry ran towards them, unable to see if the child was lying or sat up; her position would indicate the severity of her injury. She seemed, as far as Kerry could tell, to be sitting up. “Go on everyone, go in and get changed,” she called as she ran and pointed across to where the changing rooms were. “Hurry. And no fighting or messing around,” she called to the rest of her pupils. She remembered the whistle she was holding and gave it a short blast to signal to anyone who hadn’t heard her shout that this farce was over.

“Give her chance to breathe,” said Kerry as she arrived at the knot of girls standing round Leoni. The group of kids parted reluctantly, as if seeing someone sat holding their ankle was the highlight of their day and the teacher was spoiling it. “Go on, everyone, go and get changed. Quickly. I’ll see to Leoni.”

The girls who were stood there hesitated a moment and then scampered off, just as the rain increased. Leoni looked up at the teacher, her dark hair matted to her forehead. “Sorry, Miss,” she said. “My foot just went on me.”

Kerry gave the girl a smile and said she wasn’t to worry. Leoni was, if the truth were known, one of Kerry’s favourite pupils. The girl was popular and pretty but in education terms she was a pleasure to teach. She was always polite and attentive and never late. She also would have done well at the school sports day, but the way she was sat holding her ankle didn’t make it look as if she would be taking part.

“Does it hurt?” Kerry squatted down by the side of the girl. She tried to position herself to help shield the girl from the way the rain was suddenly whipping in. Not that such a gesture would help her ankle, but it seemed the least she could do.

“A bit, Miss,” said Leoni. “Sorry,” she said again.

“It’s not your fault,” said Kerry. Actually, she thought, it’s mine. If I hadn’t insisted on them staying out in the rain she probably wouldn’t have slipped and wrenched her ankle. The teacher put the thought away. The important thing was getting this child to cover. Get the school nurse to look at her ankle. “Can you stand on it?” Asked Kerry, trying not to let her anxiety colour her voice.

“Try, Miss,” said Leoni. Kerry held her hand out and the girl took it and tried to stand. She winced and sat back down. “No, I can’t. Sorry.”

“Well, don’t worry. I will have to carry you.” Fortunately this was a slim little girl and not the likes of fatty Matty, Kerry told herself as she scooped the girl up. Fairly effortlessly as Kerry at least was fit from her weekly workouts at the gym. Picking up a child as light as Leoni was no great strain and she knew how to pick up a load, lifting from her knees and not her back. Being off work for a couple of months would be the last thing she wanted. “Put your arms round my neck, Leoni,” said Kerry. “It will help me carry you.” Leoni obliged and pressed herself to her teacher, almost resting her head on the woman’s shoulder.

Almost as if heaven was smiling on them, the rain suddenly stopped and the sun broke out through a gap in the cloud. “Typical,” said Kerry, feeling the sudden heat on her back. If only it had been shining earlier…

The teacher walked across the school playing field carrying Leoni, aiming for the entrance that would take her not to the changing rooms but the nurse’s room. It would be chaos with unsupervised kids getting changed but that couldn’t be helped. As she walked she was aware of Leoni looking up her. “Miss,” said the girl and then hesitated. “This is nice.”

“Nice? Leoni, you’ve hurt your ankle.” Kerry stopped herself saying twisted it or even broken it as that would make the child distressed. It was always better to keep the alarm bells quiet in a child.

“No, this is nice. Being carried by you.” The girl sighed and put her wet head against Kerry’s neck. A shudder went through the woman. For a second she thought it was a reaction to the wet hair pressed to her skin, but hers was wet too. A second more and that feeling was replaced by the sensation of warmth of the girl’s head coming through. But there was more within Kerry. She felt a warmth deep within, like she was carrying something precious, a source of joy that she must protect. A sensation ran through her like liquid gold and she pulled the girl closer. In turn, Leoni pressed her head tighter to the woman and tightened her grip round the teacher’s neck.

“Miss,” the girl said quietly. “Don’t take me to the nurse.”

“I have to, Leoni. You’ve hurt yourself.”

“No, I’ll be alright. Just take me somewhere quiet and…” the girl didn’t finish her words.

“And what?”

Leoni lifted her head away from the woman’s neck and looked up at her. Kerry felt a pang of regret that the child was breaking contact with her. A pang increased by the thought that soon she would put the girl down and there would be no contact, no touch. But this was silly, Kerry told herself. I’m a mature teacher, responsible for children. My job is to ensure they learn, that they are returned home safe and sound. Back to the ones who love them.

But.

There was a big but. The word went through Kerry like a cold fire. But she would be letting go and she didn’t want to let go. Not ever. Kerry Lines stopped walking and looked into the little girl’s face, the girl she was carrying. The sun was shining on them and the warmth of it or their bodies was making thin wisps of steam curl up off them. The school was in front of them with all its demands and chaos and noise and Kerry wanted to go somewhere quiet and put the girl on a soft bed and caress her injured ankle and…

Kerry shut the thought off sharply. Teachers don’t do that sort of thing. Hell, I’m 27. I have a fiance and one day I will be married to him and I have a career ahead of me. She swallowed a little and asked again. “And what?”

“And…” Leoni shook her head. “You wouldn’t like it, Miss.”

“Like what?” Leoni was gazing into the bright, clear eyes of the lovely child, her face no more than a few inches from the girl’s. Their lips were closer than she wanted, but not close enough. Stop it, said a weak voice inside Kerry. And she shut that out too. She gave a half-glance at the school building in front of them. Solid walls, no windows here. No one to look out on them. No one to demand or scream or act badly. Just the two of them, alone and close.

“Not what. Where,” answered Leoni quietly, still looking up.

The fire in Kerry’s belly surged anew. She wanted to bask in it, didn’t want to put this girl down. She could take her to the nurse’s room, do the sensible and the safe thing. Leave the hurt girl to a sour old cow who would tut and put her cold, uncaring hands on the girl’s body, while she — the trained teacher –– would retreat back to her duties and lose the warmth of her young, slim body. “Where do you want me to take you?” It was a silly question because in a way, Kerry knew the answer.

“Somewhere we can be on our own. Just you and me. Like in bed,” said the girl without batting an eyelid. “Somewhere where you can hold me and we’ll be safe.”

“I’m holding you now,” said the teacher. Her heart was beating faster now. Holding something lovely did that, apparently.

“Different kind of holding,” said the girl in Kerry’s arms. “Holding me like you want me.”

Kerry gulped. “Leoni… you’re only eleven. I can’t.”

“Nearly twelve. And you can, Miss. You can do whatever you want with me. I won’t mind.” The girl put her head back on Kerry’s neck, but a little more face than hair this time. Without moving it, she said: “my ankle doesn’t hurt really. I was just pretending so you would pick me up. Sorry, Miss.”

“You shouldn’t lie, ever.” Said Kerry. But she was lying to herself, thinking she had a duty to fulfill and that she didn’t care. She did care. More than she had cared about anyone else, and yet the realisation didn’t shock her. It was almost a relief to finally admit how she felt, what was inside her heart. Not Gary or his grasping ways and his ambition to have a house with a double-garage so he could own two cars and have big parties for his stupid mates… Just her and Leoni instead. Safe, like the girl said. But it was impossible, wasn’t it? Leoni had family and Kerry wanted a family, of sorts, and there was the age gap issue that they would have to sort out and funny valentine’s day cards to make the other one laugh… “Oh, God,” said Kerry as the impact of what she was thinking hit her.

“What, Miss?”

“Nothing.” She smiled at the girl, reassuringly. At her lovely if slightly anxious face. “Nothing at all, least nothing important. Nothing to ever be sorry about. Look, Leoni, I have to put you down now.”

“Am I too heavy Miss? Sorry. I promise I’ll lose weight so you can pick me up again.” Leoni hadn’t let go. If anything she was holding Kerry’s neck tighter. Then she said: “Please don’t let me go.”

“I have to, but I’m not letting go forever,” said Kerry, fighting down the urge to kiss the girl in her arms. A grown woman kissing a ten year old girl. Of course that was wrong. Of course it shouldn’t happen. But she did it anyway. Not a long kiss, but lips to lips as if they meant it. A tender kiss that sent flames of lust shooting through the woman and, she hoped, through the little girl too. Gently she put the girl down. The child’s ankle was fine and the sun was shining and they were drying in the warmth and Leoni finally let go of her teacher’s neck.

“I’ll do anything for you, Miss,” said the girl as they broke the kiss and let her hands slide down the woman’s front, across her breasts where her nipples poked hard through her top. A gentle brush that made Kerry’s cunt pulse once more. “Promise I’ll make you happy. I’ll not make you sorry, Miss.”

“My name’s Kerry,” said the woman. “Miss is for class. Kerry is for when we make love.” She was a little astonished she had said it so easily, but it seemed so natural as that was what they’d be doing. No doubt about it.

“Cool,” smiled the slender, pretty girl. “I’d love to make love to you. Kerry-all-mine.”

With that, the girl with the healed ankle ran into the school, her drying hair flowing behind her and her teacher looking after her. What lay ahead wouldn’t be easy, thought Kerry as she watched the door swing too behind the child, but then nothing worthwhile is easy. There were duties for Kerry to be seen to, classes to organise, lessons to be given, arguments to deal with and maybe fights to quell. Parents to be placated, colleagues to steer round. Even sports days to oversee. And when she had done all that the woman would go home to the little girl in her bed, and kiss her again and again but with tongues this time, touch her little, wonderful body and ask the child to do things to her too. It wouldn’t be just the woman caressing the child, stroking her bald pussy, slipping her long finger between those tender little folds, stroking the emerging mounds on the girl’s chest, whispering that she loved Leoni. It would be the girl in turn toying with the woman’s breasts and cunt and nibbling her and biting and licking and heaven knows what they could think of to do to each other. Just as lovers should. They’d laugh and talk and kiss and feed each other and make each other happy.

They’d go shopping together and look for the sort of thing they might wear in bed; a gorgeous pink nightie for Leoni and maybe a strap-on to go round Kerry’s hips. One with nice ridges and shape that would thrill the child under her when she lay on her back with her thin legs wide apart and her nightie hitched up to her waist and say: “Fuck me now, Kerry-all-mine. Make me all yours.”

With a contented sigh Leoni followed the girl she would love forever into the school, but for the first time ever she felt happy. Truly, deeply happy. With Leoni in her arms she could face anything, and they would face it together. But above all there would be no more hurt in their lives. Only love.

By Emma Star

Nina Edwards sat on her bed at the hotel where she had rented a room with her emergencies-only credit card and watched television. She sat with her knees pulled up to her chest, her chin resting on them, staring without really seeing at the images ahead. Her thoughts were on much different matters.

A little less than twenty-four hours ago, Nina had dreamed that she was seduced by her mother and two little girls, two children who were her mother’s students. Nina was ashamed not only by the dream, and not only by the knowledge that her mother was, in fact, a pedophile, but Nina was ashamed of how the dream had made her feel. So aroused it almost hurt. She could still feel those tiny fingers on her body and the thought made her shiver with delight and flush with humiliation and disgust.

After waking, Nina had gone into her mother’s room, and things had become exponentially worse. Her mother admitted to Nina her desire for the pussies of innocent children, but also her desire for her own daughter. That desire had turned into reality as Nina’s mother began to finger her and kiss her, all the while speaking of the fantasies she assumed her daughter shared.

Then, in a fit of rage and shame, Nina had cursed out her mother, threatened to tell the police about her activies, and fled into the night. Now she was here in the hotel, alone. She hadn’t called her mother. She didn’t know what to say. The entire thing seemed like some bizarre dream that refused to end, but Nina knew she could only remain in this state of limbo for so long. Eventually, she would have to confront reality — that meant confronting her mother.

Soon, Nina was hungry. There was a Burger King down the street, so Nina walked there alone, bought some food, and carried it back to the hotel. As she stepped into the lobby, she immediately spotted a familiar face.

“Hey Nina!” said the voice of her friend, Jody. The cute, slim-figured brunette walked over to her from where she had been standing with her parents and her little sister, a ten-year-old blonde named Mandy.

“Hi Jody,” said Nina dully. “What are you doing here?”

“Our house is being fumigated so we have to stay here until it’s done,” Jody answered. “How about you? You look like you’ve been crying? Is this about your mom?”

“Huh?” Nina asked, wondering how Jody knew. And how much she knew.

“Your mom called my house looking for you,” Jody replied. “She said you had a big fight or something.”

“Oh, yeah,” Nina said. “We did. I ran out and came here. Kind of a stupid thing to do.”

“Well, I’ll talk to you about it if you want, but I was just about to go out to dinner with my parents,” Jody offered, gesturing towards her family.

Nina looked over Jody’s shoulder at her family once again. Mandy was dressed in a sunshine yellow tank top and jeans, the very picture of child beauty, and Nina felt a weird tingle begin to form in her stomach. She noticed that Mandy seemed somewhat out of sorts.

“Is Mandy okay?” Nina asked.

“She’s not feeling too good and doesn’t want to go out, but we’re starving, and there’s no one to watch her here,” said Jody. Suddenly, her eyes lit up. “Could you watch her while we’re out?”

“Me?” Nina asked. “Umm . . .”

“I’d invite you to come too, but you already have food,” said Jody. “Please, Nina.”

“I guess so,” said Nina.

“Great! Let’s go tell my parents!”

With that, the two girls walked over to Jody’s parents and explained the situation. Jody’s mother and father knew Nina and had no problems with her watching their daughter for a couple hours. Mandy had always been very shy around Nina, but she liked her in that way that younger siblings have of looking up to their older siblings’ friends. She said she would rather stay with Nina than go out to dinner. So everything was arranged. Jody and her family left while Mandy and Nina walked towards the elevator to go to Nina’s room.

Once inside, Mandy sat down on the bed to watch television, while Nina sat in a chair at a small table and ate her dinner. She tried to watch the TV too, but her eyes kept falling on Mandy, admiring how delicate and innocent she looked. Every time this happened, Nina reprimanded herself, and vowed to pay no more of that kind of attention to the girl. But her eyes always wandered back to the girl. The tingle in her stomach became more intense each time and her gaze lingered longer.

When she had finished eating, Nina felt a little bolder, so she stood up and walked over to the bed. She sat down on it beside Mandy, then reached out, and put her hand on the girl’s back. She let it rest there, waiting to see how Mandy would respond, but the girl seemed not to notice or care.

“Are you feeling any better?” Nina asked her.

“A little,” Mandy replied.

“What was wrong? Did you have a tummyache?” Nina asked.

“Yeah,” Mandy admitted. “I felt all throw-upy. But I don’t feel like that now.”

“That’s good, sweetie,” said Nina.

“Why are you doing that?” Mandy asked. It took Nina a moment to realize that had been unconsciously rubbing her hand up and down Mandy’s back, from the smooth material of her tank top to the slightly fuzzy skin of her shoulders.

“I’m sorry,” said Nina, drawing her hand away. “I won’t do that if you don’t like it.”

“It’s okay,” said Mandy. “But you know what I really, really like?”

“What’s that?” asked Nina, almost dreading the answer.

“Having someone brush my hair,” said Mandy. Nina smiled, a bit relieved.

“I can do that,” she said, swinging her legs off the bed. She went into the bathroom, got her hair brush, and brought it back into the bedroom.

Mandy was now sitting in the middle of the bed. Nina climbed on to the bed behind her and leaned her back against the wall. Without prompting, Mandy scooted back, until she was sitting between Nina’s legs. Again, Nina felt the tingle intensifying. She tried to ignore it, but found it nearly impossible to do so. Even harder to ignore were the thoughts of Alice, her mother’s preteen lover, that popped into her mind.

Nina began to brush Mandy’s fine, silky blonde hair the way that her mother had brushed her hair as a child. Had her mother felt the same tingle between her legs then that Nina was feeling now? She tried to dismiss those thoughts as she gently brushed the child’s hair. She took her time, pampering the girl, running her fingers through her hair. Mandy seemed enraptured at the feeling and Nina knew the girl wasn’t lying when she said she really, really liked having her hair brushed. Maybe it was something sexual about it that the girl wasn’t yet old enough to identify. Of course, she couldn’t be aware of sexual arousal at just ten years old. Nina’s thoughts drifted back to Alice again. Alice had been very aware of her own sexual arousal.

Mandy sighed gently as the brushing continued and she seemed to tremble a little each time that Nina’s hand touched her bare neck or shoulders. She seemed to like the feeling of Nina’s fingers through her platinum-blonde hair even more than the brush and Nina was almost tempted to put it aside and use only her fingers. Instead, Nina leaned in and smelled the clean, fragrant odor of the girl’s hair. She did it with almost no discretion, but Mandy did not react. Nor did she react when Nina, almost without realizing it, kissed the little girl on top of her head, in a playful manner, and then resumed brushing immediately.

The little girl turned her face to the right as Nina pulled the hair back from that side of her head with one hand and brushed through it with the other. Nina could see a smile of contentment on the girl’s lips and she reached out a finger to stroke the girl’s slightly chubby cheek. Mandy’s smiled only broadened at this.

As she stroked the girl’s hair, Nina’s thoughts drifted back to the scene in her mother’s video where her mother had sat the nine-year-old redhead Alice, wearing nothing but panties, on her lap and kissed the child with as much wanton lust as Nina had ever seen. How easy it would be for her to tilt back Mandy’s head and kiss her on those dainty little lips. Nina closed her eyes and gave a shuddering sigh at the thought.

Her pussy was now soaking wet and it was more than the thoughts she was having or the act of brushing Mandy’s hair. She had been grinding her crotch unconsciously against the girl’s back and Mandy, to Nina’s stunned amazement, had been squirming in such a way that she almost seemed to be reciprocating the action. But that wasn’t possible. Mandy was just a child. It was insane to think the girl was even aware of what she was doing.

At that moment, Mandy leaned back against Nina, pinning most of her hair between her head and Nina’s stomach. It wasn’t possible for Nina to brush it anymore, so she set the brush aside, and simply massaged the girl’s scalp very gently with her fingers. Mandy sighed happily as Nina’s hands drifted from the top of the girl’s skull down to her small, bony shoulders and gently began to massage them as well. Each time she ran her hands forward, she became a little more bold, and let them slide a little farther down the front of the girl’s flat chest. Soon, her hands were gliding softly over the girl’s nipples and down to her stomach, which was just the tiniest bit rounded.

Mandy reached down to the hem of her tank top and pulled it up over her belly button, so that when Nina’s hands went down to her tummy, it was bare skin that she felt beneath her touch instead of the cotton of the tank top. Each time Nina pulled her hands back up to her shoulders, Mandy pulled her shirt up a little higher, and Nina began quivering with excitement at the thought of seeing her tiny nipples. She prayed Mandy wouldn’t stop before then.

She wasn’t disappointed. At last, Mandy had pulled her tanktop up high enough to reveal the pink, dime-sized nipples which were placed perfectly symmetrical to one another on the girl’s skinny, utterly flat chest. Nina groaned as her fingers danced over them and she began grinding her pussy against the girl’s butt even harder. Mandy, as if sensing the reaction she had gotten from her caretaker, pulled off her tank top entirely and was now nude above the waist. Nina delighted in carressing every bare inch of the girl’s torso. The skin was so wonderfully smooth and soft.

“Do you want me to take my pants off, too?” Mandy asked, breaking the long silence.

Nina didn’t know how to answer. If the girl took off her pants, she was sure one thing would lead to another, and that would mean Mandy taking off her panties too. Already, Nina was itching to strip off her clothes. But what then? Was she really going to molest this naive little girl who probably had no idea of what she was doing, but simply wanted to impress Nina was her maturity?

“Jody likes to take them off for me,” said Mandy. Nina’s mouth dropped open.

“Jody does? Your sister?” she asked.

“Uh-huh,” answered Mandy. “Whenever we do sexy games with each other, she likes to take off my pants for me.”

“What do you mean by ‘sexy games’?” Nina asked.

“When our parents aren’t home, sometimes we take off all our clothes, and do sexy games,” Mandy replied. “We kiss each other and touch each other all over. It feels really nice.”

“You still do this now?” Nina asked, stunned by this revelation.

“Uh-huh,” said Mandy. “So do you want to do sexy games?”

“I don’t know,” answered Nina. “I’ve never done sexy games with another girl before. Especially one as young as you. Isn’t Jody afraid she’ll get in trouble?”

“She made me promise not to tell anyone,” said Mandy, “but I trust you, Nina.”

“That’s very sweet of you, honey,” said Nina. “I’m glad that you trust me enough to do sexy games with me too.”

“So do you want to take off my pants?” Mandy asked.

“I’d love to, sweetheart.”

Nina’s hands glided over the girl’s torso again and found the button of her denim jeans. She unbuttoned it and slowly unzipped the zipper, revealing bright pink panties underneath. Mandy, still with her back to Nina, pushed her butt into the air so Nina could slide the pants off her little friend, and then dropped them off the bed on to the floor.

Mandy, now naked except for pink panties and white socks, turned to face Nina on all fours. Nina reached out and stroked the girl’s cheek lovingly. Mandy smiled slightly, but then she was all business. She pulled off Nina’s t-shirt, revealing the black bra the teenager wore underneath. She reached out and placed a small hand on each of Nina’s breasts and began to squeeze them, skillfully drawing the maximum pleasure from her touch, and Nina sighed. Mandy closed her eyes and puckered her lips. Nina, realizing immediately what the girl wanted, leaned forward and kissed her tenderly.

Mandy instructed Nina to lean forward, then reached behind her back, and unclasped her bra. Since Mandy was far too young to be so adept with a bra, she had obviously had a lot of practice with her sister. Mandy pulled the bra away from Nina’s chest and Nina self-consciously covered her boobs with her hands. Mandy gently, but firmly, took Nina’s hands and pulled them away, revealing what was underneath to the horny preteen.

She leaned in toward’s Nina’s right breast, stuck out her tongue, and flicked it against Nina’s sensitive nipples. Nina gasped in delight, then reached out, and began to stroke the back of Mandy’s head as the youngster opened her small mouth and took the entire nipples inside it. She closed her lips together and sucked eagerly for a moment, then repeated the entire procedure on Nina’s left breast. Back and forth the girl went, first pleasuring one breast, then the other. Nina closed her eyes and savored the feeling of a tiny, but expect mouth on her breasts and the sounds the little girl made as she nursed.

“You must do this with your sister a lot,” breathed Nina. “You’re very good at it.”

“This is one of her favorite games,” said Mandy, a hint of pride in her voice. “Sometimes she tells me to call her ‘Mommy’ while I’m doing it.”

“Well, she’s very lucky to have you as a baby sister,” said Nina.

Mandy continued pleasuring and fondling Nina’s breasts for a little while longer, then she kissed Nina’s flat stomach down to her waist, and took the elastic band of Nina’s sweatpants in her small fists. With Nina’s cooperation, Mandy pulled the sweatpants down the teenager’s legs, and discarded them with her shirt and bra. Now both girls were dressed in nothing but socks and panties.

Every bit of shame or disgust with herself that Nina might have felt had totally evaporated. She was so horny for this little girl that she could think of nothing she would rather do than indulge fully in the delights of her small, fragile body. Nina was about to have only the second lesbian experience of her life and this one would be with a ten year old.

“Do you want me to do anything to you?” Nina asked.

“No, that’s okay,” said Mandy. “I want to show you all the things I know how to do.”

“Alright, sweetie,” said Nina. “Show me.”

Mandy crawled over beside Nina and deftly slipped a hand down Nina’s panties. She found her sweet spot with ease and the moment that Mandy’s tiny finger first touch Nina’s clit, Nina began to squirm. Mandy continued to manipulate her pussy and Nina began to gasp in ecstasy, sucking desperately for air. But Mandy was merciless. She continued to pleasure Nina until the teenager’s hips were bucking and she was moaning for the girl to continue.

“That feels so wonderful, Mandy,” said Nina.

Mandy beamed happily, proud of her talents, and continued fingering Nina as artfully as any masseusse. Nina continued to wriggle and writhe, cooing and sighing, praising Mandy for her delightful touch. Nina could feel her orgasm approaching like a tidal wave in the distance moving more and more swiftly towards shore. Mandy apparently sensed it too and, moments before the wave struck the beach, she withdrew her hand.

“Why did you stop?” Nina asked.

“You were about to make juices,” said Mandy. “But it’s too early for that now.”

“Please,” Nina begged. “That felt so nice.”

“I bet I can make it feel even nicer,” said Mandy with a grin.

“Okay,” said Nina, “but take off your panties first.”

Obliging, Mandy stood up on the bed, momentarily struggling to gain balance on the squishy bed. Nina’s eyes wandered from Mandy’s little, sock-clad feet up her short legs to the immaculate pink, cotton panties she wore. Mandy hooked her thumbs around the waistband of her underwear and pulled them down to her ankles, then stepped out of them. Nina’s eyes immediately fell upon the girl’s tiny, completely hairless slit. It was still immature, but it was the most beautiful thing Nina had ever seen. Mandy turned in a circle, showing Nina her adorable round butt as well. Nina absently reached up to caress it.

Then Mandy was back down on her hands and knees. She took hold of Nina’s black panties and deftly pulled them off. She guided Nina’s legs apart, then climbed over her thigh, and positioned herself between Nina’s knees with her face only inches from Nina’s wet, aching sex.

Nina watched as the little girl lowered her mouth to Nina’s eager pussy and began to feast upon it. The sensation was so powerful that Nina quickly pulled a pillow on top of her face so she could scream into it without being heard. Mandy immediately found Nina’s clit once again and began flicking her tongue against it as she had done to the teenager’s nipples earlier. Again, Nina half-suffocated herself to keep her noises from alerting whoever was in the next room.

As ready as she was, and as horny as she was, it didn’t take long for Nina to reach her orgasm again. This time, Mandy did not stop, even as Nina’s pussy turned red hot. At last, Nina’s hips began to buck, and her thighs closed around the little girl’s head. Nina sat forward and, placing her hand on the back of Mandy’s skull, she pushed the preteen’s mouth harder against her crotch. Mandy didn’t mind the rough treatment, though. She was used to it. Her sister was a gentle and caring lover but, as soon as an orgasm approached, she had a tendency to forget everything except her own pleasure.

At last, the wave hit, and Nina’s pussy erupted. Juices surged forward, some into Mandy’s mouth, some splashing on her face. Nina’s grinded her pussy against the child’s mouth as wave after wave of her climax struck. Finally, after a seeming eternity, the waves receeded, and Nina lay back with her head on the mattress. Her body shook. She gasped for air. She couldn’t move, couldn’t talk. She could barely even think. She closed her eyes.

And when she opened them again, Mandy was looking down at her, her mouth and chin dripping with Nina’s juices. Nina opened her eyes and smiled contentedly at the girl.

“That was the most amazing thing I’ve ever felt,” she admitted. “You’re an angel, Mandy.”

The girl giggled. “I’m glad you liked it.”

“I loved it,” Nina said. “Thank you.”

“Is it my turn now?” Mandy asked.

“Of course!” said Nina. “But don’t hold it against me if I’m not as good at this as you. I’ve never done this before.”

“Okay.”

Nina instructed Mandy to straddle her chest, then to slide forward until her pussy was directly over Nina’s face. Mandy did as she was told and soon Nina’s mouth was only inches from a bald, preteen mound. Nina stuck out her tongue and gingerly licked at the slit. It tasted sweeter than anything Nina had ever tasted before and she immediately plunged into eating out this little girl.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Panicking, Nina pushed Mandy off her face, and scrambled for her clothes. Mandy did likewise, apparently as aware of the danger of getting caught as Nina was. Finally, the two managed to find all their clothes.

“Nina?” called a voice from the hall. It was Jody.

“Oh, it’s just Jody,” said Mandy, calming immediately. “She won’t be mad.”

“But your parents might be with her,” said Nina in a whisper. “Get dressed, sweetie.”

Nina called out to Jody, telling her she’d be right there. In moments, Nina was dressed, and she walked towards the door. She made a big production of screwing with the locks, as if there was something wrong with them, giving Mandy the few extra moments she needed to get dressed. At last, Nina opened the door. Only Jody stood in the hallway.

“We’re back,” said Jody. “My parents sent me to get Mandy.”

“Oh, hey,” said Nina.

“Did you two have fun?” Jody asked as Mandy came walking over.

“Yep, we did!” exclaimed Mandy happily.

“Well, that’s good,” said Jody. “What’s this on your face, kiddo?”

“Juices,” answered Mandy was a mischevious grin.

Jody immediately looked up at Nina, who blushed with embarassment. But Jody’s look of shock only lasted a moment. Finally, she smiled, and then laughed. “I’d love to stay and here more,” said Jody, “but Mom wants Mandy to go to bed.”

She stepped closer to Nina, then reached out, and put a hand on her waist. She smiled devilishly. “Maybe I could come back after I drop off Mandy and we could have a little fun? Or am I too old for you?”

Again, Nina blushed, but this time she laughed. She was surprised to find that the idea of Jody coming back for a little fun greatly appealed to her. But there was something else she had to do first. This experience with Mandy had opened her eyes.

“I can’t,” said Nina. “I have to go talk to my mom.”

“Good for you,” said Jody. “I hope you work it out. Come on, little slut. Let’s go.”

“Bye Nina!” said Mandy as she gave Nina a hug.

“Bye angel,” said Nina. “I’ll have to babysit again sometime.”

Mandy smiled and nodded her approval, then stepped out into the hall. Jody turned to face Nina with a serious expression on her face. Then she opened her arms to her friend and the two girls embraced.

“You can’t tell anyone about this,” whispered Jody into her ear.

“I know,” Nina replied. “I won’t.”

“Good luck with your mom,” said Jody.

Jody kissed Nina on the lips, then stepped back, and joined Mandy out in the hall. Once the two were gone, Nina shut the door behind her, and quickly packed up her stuff. She hurried out to her car in the parking lot, climbed inside, and headed for home.

By Emma Star

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

“Mom, you home?”

Nina Edwards called out to an empty house. She shut the front door behind her and kicked off her sneakers. She shrugged her purple backpack off her shoulders and let it slide down her back, where she deftly caught the strap with one hand. Then she set it down on the floor, against the wall.

Their house was like any other suburban house in southern Massachusetts. In front of her was a hall which led to the kitchen. To her left was the dining room. To the right was the living room. A carpeted staircase led up to the second floor. Nina walked up the stairs, into her room, and into the adjoining bathroom. She peed ,then took a moment to admire herself in the mirror.

She was 16 years old and a little short for her age. She wore tight, faded blue jeans which hugged her lean legs and her full, firm butt. It had been a warm day so she’d only worn a pink, V-neck t-shirt which showed just a little cleavage at the right angles. Her boy friend, Rich, had clearly appreciated the choice of clothing as he tried to catch a peek down her shirt. They’d been dating for two months but had yet to do anything but kiss. She was a very pretty girl, with honey-gold hair down to the bottom of her neck, green eyes, and just the right amount of brown freckles on her nose and cheeks. All in all, she was happy about her looks.

Mostly, she got them from her dad’s side of the family. Colin and Patricia Edwards had been married at 18, had a daughter when they were 26, then had been divorced at 36 when Nina was only 10 years old. They had decided that they were no longer in love and that a loveless marriage was no environment in which to raise a child. Although Colin Edwards had moved out six years ago, he and his ex-wife were good friends and he maintained a close relationship with his daughter.

Nina sat down in front of the computer and switched it on. But something wasn’t right. The monitor wouldn’t work. She fiddled with the wires and did everything she could think of to fix it, but to no avail. Nina gave a frustrated groan and turned off the computer. She scooted back her chair and walked out of her room. She turned and moved down the master bedroom at the end of the hall — her mother’s room. She sat down at her mother’s computer and accessed Hotmail so she could write an email to her friend.

But as she opened the site, she saw that her mother had never logged out. Curious, Nina looked at her mother’s inbox. Most of the new messages were from her mother’s friends. One, however, stood out. It was an email titled: “The Nudity of Lana, Part 2” from someone called [email protected]. Nina looked over her shoulder. No mother in sight. She opened the email and read its contents:

“Hey Pat, I just wanted to let you know that I’ve posted part 2 of Lana on Nifty. Check it out and let me know what you think. Here’s the URL:”

The URL was displayed underneath. Nina didn’t know what Nifty was or what “The Nudity of Lana, Part 2” meant, but by this point she was burning with curiosity. She clicked the link and it took her to a simple site containing two text links — one to “The Nudity of Lana, Part 1” and the other to “The Nudity of Lana, Part 2”. She dragged the cursor to the first title. When she clicked it, a story appeared in the window. She began to read.

By the time she’d finished both parts, her jaw was hanging open. It was a story about a 13 year old girl who visits a nudist hiking trail and meets a group of female nudists. Finally, the girl, Lana, removes her clothes and joins in the fun, playing, bathing, and talking with the other naked women. There was no sex in the story, but it had strong lesbian undertones. Nina had no doubt about the direction the story was going. This opened up new questions. Was her mom a lesbian? Or bisexual? Was she into nudism? Was she turned on by the thought of a naked, 13-year-old girl?

Nina backtracked until she was able to find the main site. There were several categories of stories available but the only one which had been clicked was the “Lesbian” category. Nina clicked it and a new set of categories came up. “Adult youth”, “Young friends”, “High school”, and “Incest” had all been accessed. She clicked “Adult youth” and scanned the list of stories which had been highlighted. “The Nudity of Lana” was one. Another story, “Her Vacation Girl” caught her eye and she began to read.

This story was even more telling than the last. It was about a woman in her mid-20’s and a 15 year old girl who meet two little girls over the Internet who are interested in experimenting with an older woman. They pick up the girls from the mall, go back to their hotel room, and spend the night having a four-way lesbian orgy.

Nina was stunned. Her sweet, beautiful, perfectly normal mother was reading these kinds of stories. Even if she wasn’t a lesbian, she definitely had a thing for young girls with older women. How could this be her mother? Her mother was a fourth-grade teacher, not some wanton sex fiend. Maybe there was some mistake.

Just then, an IM window popped up. Apparently her mother hadn’t logged off AIM either. The message was from a screen name Nina didn’t recognize — MaryD4326. Nina thought to close it, but her curiosity again got the better of her. She checked the profile. It was a 31-year-old woman from Georgia. There was nothing strange in the profile at all.

“Hey there,” said Mary D over the instant message.

“Hi,” Nina typed back.

“Alice and I really miss you,” Mary said.

“I miss you, too,” Nina replied, not knowing what else to say. She felt a little guilty pretending to be her mother, but she wanted to know who this woman was. And who was Alice?

“She watched the tape we made every time she comes over for the night,” said Mary.

“Good,” said Nina.

“Her favorite part is when she’s licking your asshole while you eat me out. Whoever thought my niece would love giving a woman a rimjob so much. But she just takes off all her clothes, sits on the couch, and fingers herself while she watches it.”

Nina was completely floored. She suddenly remembered the trip her mother had taken to Georgia two weeks earlier, while Nina visited her father. She’d said it was a business trip. She didn’t mention anything about having sex with another woman and her niece. Nina had no idea what to say or do.

“I put it on the computer, too. Check it out,” said Mary.

A window popped up asking if Nina wanted to watch a streaming video clip. Against her better judgement, she clicked Accept. A window opened showing a video of her mother, sitting on the edge of an unfamiliar bed, completely naked from head to toe. Her dark hair was tied back in a ponytail and she seemed perfectly natural and comfortable, sitting there with her legs crossed, hiding all but a small tuft of pubic hair, and her C cup breasts hanging free. She was talking to someone behind the camera. Nina turned up the volume.

“Hurry up, Mary,” said her mother to the hidden person.

“I’m not sure it’s on,” said the voice of Mary.

“The red light is on,” replied her mother.

“Hmm,” Mary replied.

“Come on,” said her mother. “Alice wants to get her pussy licked.”

Just then, a little redheaded girl, wearing nothing but pink panties and socks, ran into the frame. She climbed on the bed and into Nina’s mother’s arms. Pat wrapped the child in a warm, loving embrace which the girl eagerly returned.

“Right, sweetie?” Pat asked the topless child.

“Right!” exclaimed Alice happily, smiling at the camera. She was an adorable girl, with pale skin and freckles on her face and shoulders. When she smiled, Nina could see that many of her teeth were missing, baby teeth which had fallen out. It was hard to reconcile the girl’s precious face with the open, animal lust on her mother’s face as Pat surveyed the girl’s flat chest.

Nina watched, mesmerized and horrified, as her mother began to grope the little girl’s chest. Then her hand slid down Alice’s stomach and into her crotch. Through the pink panties, her mother rubbed the girl’s vagina, making Alice writhe in pleasure. With her free hand, her mother turned the girl’s face towards hers. Nina saw their tongues entwine just before their lips sealed. She watched as her mother and this innocent child passionately French kissed. Alice was now on Nina’s mother’s lap, grinding her tiny butt against her mother’s crotch.

Without breaking the kiss, Nina’s mother slid her hands from Alice’s chest to her waist. She grabbed her panties and pulled them off as Alice tucked her knees to accommodate her. The girl’s small, immature pussy was now plainly visible, pink and devoid of hair. Likewise, Nina’s mother had spread her legs, giving the camera, and Nina, a clear view of her mother’s cunt. It was soaking wet by this point. Nina could barely comprehend. Of course, her mother was a woman and had the desires of a woman, but Nina could never have expected anything like this. Her mother was ravenous with sexual hunger for the 9 year old on her lap.

Suddenly, there was a movement in front of the camera, and Mary herself stepped into the frame. She looked like Alice, with the same red hair and freckles, but with breasts and a full-figured, voluptuous body. Mary, who was dressed in a blue, strapless bra, blue thong panties, and a garter belt with blue stockings, sat down on the bed beside Nina’s mother. She smiled happily as her friend molested her niece.

By now, Nina’s mother had her fingers in Alice’s lap. Nina watched as her mother continued to passionately kiss the 9-year-old girl while her fingernails teased the tiny vagina. Pat’s middle finger pressed against the opening gently until the tip had slipped inside. Alice began to squirm wildly, grinding her crotch against the much older woman’s hand.

Nina watched, transfixed to the screen, as her mother drew her finger out of the girl’s tender pussy and held it up to the girl’s face. Alice broke the kiss, looked at the finger for a moment, then opened her mouth. Nina’s mother put her finger in the girl’s mouth, then her lips closed around it. Alice sucked her pussy juice off the finger and smiled. Pat smiled back.

Alice closed her eyes and moved in for another kiss, but Nina’s mother drew back. Alice pouted. For all her sexuality, she was a child, and children got upset when they didn’t get what they wanted. Nina’s mother gave her a hug, holding the naked child against her bare breasts.

“I want to kiss you some more,” said Alice.

“I know, but we need to let Aunt Mary have some fun, too,” Nina’s mother replied, using the same voice she’d used with Nina as a child.

“Aww,” whined Alice.

“I have an idea,” said Mary. “Alice, why don’t you suck on Pat’s tits while she and I kiss?”

“OK!” said Alice happily, delighted at the idea.

“Good,” said Mary, then she turned to Pat. “Now come here, you. Mmmm . . .”

Her words were cut off as the two women locked lips. Pat wrapped her arms around the back of Mary’s neck while Mary rubbed Pat’s thighs. Somehow, seeing this really drove the point home for Nina. Seeing her mother kissing and fingering a little girl was so impossible that she couldn’t believe it. Seeing her mother, naked, kissing a woman in lingerie, made it real. Her mother was a lesbian. A very active lesbian.

While the two women kissed, Alice, now sitting beside Nina’s mother, leaned in towards Pat’s chest. Pat raised her arm to allow the girl better access. Alice took one of the large breasts in her tiny hand, squeezing the nipples, and began to suck eagerly. Her mother began to moan through the kisses. Apparently, her nipples were a very sensitive spot.

Just then, the video stream stopped. Another IM from Mary popped up.

“I almost forgot. I uploaded the pics too. Want to see them?” she asked over IM.

“OK,” Nina typed in response, not knowing why.

Mary sent a link and Nina clicked it. Another window opened which showed a list of JPEG images. She clicked on the top one and worked her way down. Some of them were perfectly normal. She saw a picture of Pat, Mary, and Alice at the beach. Then a picture of Alice in a cute, one-piece yellow bathing suit, making a sand castle. There was a picture of Mary and Pat together at some kind of club. And there was another of Mary and Alice, fully clothed, hugging warmly.

But then, there were the others:

The three lovers lying side by side, masturbating, with Alice in the middle.

Mary, on her back, with Alice squatting over her face, getting her pussy licked.

Pat and Mary, on all fours, kissing each other.

Alice and Pat curled up together, naked, fast asleep.

Her mother one her hands and knees with Alice, kneeling behind her, wearing only a strap-on dildo, looking over her shoulder at the camera and smiling sweetly.

And, most shocking of all, Nina saw a picture of her naked mother, sitting in a bathtub, while Mary peed on her face. Her mother seemed to be reveling in it, opening her mouth wide to receive the piss. It dripped down her chin and covered her breasts.

Suddenly, she heard the door open downstairs. “Nina, sweetie, you home?” she heard her mother call.

Quickly, Nina closed all the windows she’d opened. She quickly ran into her room, jumped on her bed, and turned on the television. By the time her mother began to walk up the stairs, she was watching a talk show. Her mother walked into the room. She sat down on the bed beside her daughter and kissed her on the forehead.

“Hi, honey,” she said.

“Hey, Mom,” Nina replied, her voice quavering.

“Something wrong?” she asked.

“Nope,” the teenager replied.

“Is there something you want to tell me?”

Nina felt her heart freeze. She looked up at her mother. Pat Edwards was a tan woman with long, brown hair. Despite being in her early forties, she still had a marvelous figure. She was a perfect vision of feminine beauty and female sensuality. Her chocolate brown eyes gleamed as she looked at her daughter.

“What . . .”

“Your algebra test?”

Nina breathed a silent sigh of relief.

“I got an A.”

“That’s wonderful!”

Nina’s mother hugged her tightly. Somehow, Nina felt dirty, as if hugging her mother after what she’d just witnessed was wrong. But she couldn’t say anything. After that, her mother told her what they were having for dinner, then walked into her room.

Nina sat there for a moment, in a daze. She couldn’t believe that her mother, the woman who’d raised her, loved her, and cared for her her entire life, could actually do something like she’d just witnessed on the computer. When she had looked at her mother, she hadn’t seen a woman in a smart, business suit. She’d seen her naked, fingering a little girl, or kissing a full-figured redhead in lingerie.

Softly, Nina began to cry.

Continue on to Chapter 2

By Emma Star

Nina Edwards was lying on her sheets, still in her clothes, staring at the ceiling. It was 1:00 AM on a school night, and by all rights, the 16-year-old high school student should have been asleep. Tonight, like many nights in the past few months, was a sleepless one. Her head filled with a thousand thoughts, she found it impossible to clear her mind sufficiently to enter the world of dreams.

The problem had begun a little over a month and a half ago. Nina, a freckled blonde with a firm, slim body and well-toned legs from years of soccer, had decided to use her mother’s computer to check her email. She had been sent an instant message by a friend of her mother’s, named Mary, who had assumed she was IMing Nina’s mother, Patricia. From this, Nina had learned her mother’s secret — Pat Edwards was a lesbian.

That, Nina considered, she could have lived with. Nina was not prejudiced against gay women or men, and although it would have taken a while, Nina could have gotten used to the idea of her mother loving women. She hadn’t waited long for the major blow. Pat liked women, but she had a taste for little girls. This had been confirmed when Nina saw a video feed of her mother having sex with Mary and Mary’s 9-year-old niece, Alice. Nina had watched her mother masturbate the child, teach her how to eat out her own aunt, and other unspeakable acts.

A few weeks after that, Nina’s world was rocked again. Searching through her mother’s computer, she’d found a story, written by her, called “Nina’s True Self Discovered”. It had been about Nina and her mom taking a day off to go to the beach. Finding the beach crowded, they’d gone to a clothing optional stretch of sand where she — Nina — had sunbathed nude and ultimately seduced her mother into incestuous sex in the woods.

So not only did Pat like women, little girls, and participating in incest, she fantasized about her own daughter. This put a new spin on everything. Never, even when she learned the truth about her mother, did Nina think Pat wanted to have sex with her. What else did her mother want to do with Nina or to her?

Suddenly, Nina heard a strange sound from down the hall — like giggling. It was her imagination, she decided, or else her mom was up watching some late night television. Nina ignored it and went back into her reverie. But a moment later, she heard the sound again, more clearly this time. There were definitely people, girls from the sound of it, giggling down the hall in her mother’s room. Nina climbed out of bed and tiptoed down the hallway, careful not to make a sound. She finally reached her mother’s door, which was half-way ajar, and peeked inside. What she saw blew her mind.

Two little girls were kneeling on their hands and knees on Pat’s bed, each completely naked. One girl was white, with sandy blonde hair tied back in a ponytail. The second girl was black, with dark brown hair in cute, little braids. They were both smiling and giggling as Nina’s mother knelt behind them, also buck naked with her large, full breasts exposed to the world, obviously playing with each girl’s tiny pussy. Nina’s mother spoke while she fingered the girls, telling them how pretty they were, and how much she loved them.

“Mom!” Nina exclaimed before she could stop herself. All three of the females on the bed turned to face her.

“Hello Nina,” Pat said. “Girls, this is my daughter, Nina.”

“Hi,” they both said in unison. Neither child seemed at all distressed or embarassed to be caught in the act of sex with an older woman.

“Why don’t you sit on the edge of the bed, girls?” Pat instructed. Both the girls crawled towards the edge, on the side nearest Nina, and sat down next to one another. They held hands as they sat, something Nina would have thought adorable under another circumstance. Nina’s mother knelt behind them and put a hand on each girl’s shoulder.

“This is Tamara,” she said, nodding towards the black girl, “and this is Rachel. They’re students of mine.”

“She’s very pretty, Mrs. Edwards,” Tamara said, speaking about Nina.

“How old are you two?” Nina asked, still stunned.

“Rachel is eight years old,” Pat said. “Tamara is only seven.”

“Oh—” Nina muttered.

“Why don’t you come into the bed with us?” Pat asked.

“Can I kiss her pussy, Mrs. Edwards?” Rachel asked hopefully.

“I wanna touch her boobies!” Tamara added.

“That’s up to Nina,” her mother replied. “What do you say, sweetie?”

Nina wanted to say no. She wanted to turn and run away. She wanted to forget the things she was seeing forever. However, against her wishes, her body moved forward into the bedroom. She shut the door behind her as she moved closer to the two little girls. They were both so adorable with tiny candy nipples and hairless mounds that she wanted to hug both of them tightly to her and kiss them all over.

Instead, she reached under her sweatshirt, and pulled it off over her head along with her t-shirt. At the first sight of her white bra, Tamara and Rachel began to finger themselves. This encouraged Nina further and she unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them to the floor. Now she stood in her bra and thong panties in front of her own mother and two third-grade girls. Her mother was still behind the girls but was now playing with their nipples and watching Nina hungrily.

Nina climbed onto the bed and her mother directed her to lie on her back.

“You’re so beautiful, baby,” Pat said to her daughter.

“Mama, I’ve wanted this for so long,” Nina confessed.

“So have I,” her mother replied. “Ever since I used to clean your pussy when you were a baby, I’ve waited for the day you’d do the same for me. Now take off those silly clothes, honey. This is an au natural party.”

“But I’ve never been naked in front of so many people before,” Nina said.

“Don’t worry,” her mom replied. “It’s just us girls.”

All three of them laughed, including Nina. She sat up, reached behind her back, and unclasped her bra. She pulled it away and let her b-cup breasts bounce free. Both of the little girls giggled and moved closer for a better look. Pat looked at her daughter’s bare breasts with a mixture of pride and undisguised lust. Nina reached out for each girl’s hand and placed Tamara’s hand on her right breast and Rachel’s on her left breast. The girls needed no instruction and soon began to play with Nina’s tits.

Soon, Nina’s nipples were diamond hard, and she needed them sucked before she began to cry. She put her hand behind each girl’s head and lowered their faces towards her breasts. The two children squealed with delight and were soon nursing greedily. Pat watched it all happening, fingering herself as well. She looked down to see that Nina’s white, thong panties were soaked through. Pat moved towards her daughter’s legs and spread them apart.

“Do you want me to eat you out, baby?” she asked.

“Yes!” Nina begged.

“Yes, ‘Mommy,'” her mother corrected.

“Please eat me out, Mommy,” Nina cried.

At last, Pat lowered her face towards her daughter’s aching vagina. Nina began to weep at the intensity of the pleasure she was feeling the moment her mother’s tongue touched her sensitive clit. As her mother ate her out, Nina watched the two darling children who were sucking at her breasts. Their tiny mouths around her nipples felt divine, as wet as dew and as soft as silk. Nina stroked the girls’ hair and ran her trembling hands down their backs, then back up again.

“Tamara,” Nina’s mother said, removing her mouth from in between her daughter’s labia. “Would you like Nina to lick your little pussy?”

“Yes, ma’am,” the African-American girl said politely.

“Sit on her chest and put it over her mouth, like I taught you,” Pat instructed.

As Tamara moved into position, Rachel asked, “What about me, Mrs. Edwards?”

“I want you to put your leg over Nina’s tummy so that you’re lying down on top of her, with your butt near my face,” Pat said.

Rachel was able to get into position quicker, and within seconds, Nina could feel the little girl’s weight pressing down on her. Rachel took one of Nina’s breasts in each hand and began to knead them like bread dough. Meanwhile, Tamara finally managed to balance herself, so that her legs were straddling Nina’s chin. Nina looked up into the girl’s big, brown eyes and then slowly moved down past her flat chest, her round belly, and at last to the tiny, brown and pink pussy. Nina groaned at the sight of it and her body shook with desire.

She lifted her head and stuck her tongue out of her mouth, running it between the girl’s vaginal lips, causing Tamara to squeal and then giggle. Encouraged by her response, Nina continued to lick, now drunk with the taste of the girl’s bald pussy. Every inch of her body was on fire and the only relief between her own legs came when her mother would occasionally pause from eating out her daughter to lick up and down the crack of Rachel’s small, lily white ass.

Nina wanted it to continue. She wanted it to end. She was free for the first time. She was terrified out of her mind.

Then she woke up.

* * *

Nina was startled to find herself awake, lying in bed in her sweatshirt and jeans, and it took a moment for her mind to catch up with her body. The dream lingered and slowly faded until Nina was left with nothing but memories and a creeping wetness in her panties. Apparently, her body had reacted to the power of her dream as if it had been a real experience. Mind over matter really meant something, Nina assumed.

She got out of bed, changed into a long t-shirt, and put her soiled panties in the hamper. Then she climbed back between the sheets and turned off the lights. Nina tried, in vain, to fall asleep but thoughts of her dream kept returning to her mind. She was horrifed that some part of her own mind was capable of capitulating to a seduction by two innocent children, two girls who were little more than babies but had the sex drive of women. Most shocking of all to Nina was that she had desired her mother in a way no daughter should desire her own mom. Yet, in the dream, she had done it without shame.

Nina soon noticed that her stomach was grinding in a familiar way and her vagina was getting wet again. She sighed, knowing there was only one way to cure her problem if she ever wanted to asleep. Nina didn’t masturbate often but she knew how to please herself. She closed her eyes, slipped her hand between her legs, and tried to imagine herself in a sexual scenario with any one of the many boys at her high school who vied for her attention. Nothing happened.

Frustrated, Nina decided to go downstairs and watch television, to see if anything was on that might arouse her interests a bit more. When she stepped out of her room, however, she noticed that her mother’s bedroom door was open and Nina began experiencing deja vu. She crept down the hall and peered into her mother’s room. There were no little girls in there, of course. There was just her mother, asleep on her back. Nina watched her mother sleeping for a moment, hating her and loving her at the same time, confused and saddened that her mother had lied to her for so many years.

As Nina’s eyes adjusted to the darkness, she noticed something she hadn’t before. Her mother was sleeping nude and the sheets only came up to her waist, so her entire upper-half was exposed. Nina’s breath caught as she saw her mother’s bare breasts for the first time since she was a baby. If Nina had been more awake, or in a different frame of mind in general, she might have walked away right then. As it so happened, she didn’t.

Unconsciously, Nina’s hand drifted below the hem of her long t-shirt, and she began to rub her naked clit with one finger. Without realizing it, Nina had become entranced at the sight of her mother’s tits, so full and inviting.

“Nina,” said her mother sleepily. Nina quickly jerked her hand away from her crotch.

“Umm, hi Mom,” she replied.

“What are you doing out of bed?” she asked.

“I— don’t know,” she replied awkwardly.

“Come here.”

“What?”

“Come in here. I want to talk to you.”

Nina moved slowly into the room and stood nervously at the side of the bed. Her mother made no effort to cover herself, put simply patted the mattress beside her. Nina sat down on the bed next to her mother, who sat up, and gently laid a hand on her daughter’s thigh. Nina looked her mother in the eye, confused and shocked, but Pat just smiled at her mischeviously. Her fingers spider-walked down Nina’s thigh and under the hem of her shirt.

“Mom—”

“Shh, darling,” she said. “It’s okay.”

“What are you—”

Nina quickly sucked in her breath as her mother’s hand made contact with her swollen sex. She watched as her mother’s hand disappeared completely into the darkness beneath her shirt and she began manipulating Nina’s pussy with expert precision and skill. Nina’s body went rigid and she held her breath as her mom began to finger her. At last, Nina couldn’t hold it in any longer. She sighed loudly and shut her eyes, leaning back against the headboard of the bed.

Her mother, taking this as an invitation, moved closer to her daughter. She carefully took her hand away from her daughter’s pussy and grabbed the hem of her night shirt. She pulled it slowly up until finally both of them were naked in the bed. Nina never opened her eyes.

Pat’s hand went back to the job it had been at before. She kissed Nina softly on the cheek, then down her neck, and then began to kiss her shoulder, all the while fingering her. For Pat, this was a dream come true. She had been fantasizing about this experience with her daughter for years now, and it was finally happening. The silence of the night seemed so delicate that it could crack at any moment and she, like her daughter as well, kept her breathing quiet as not to disturb the moment.

“I know you’ve been on my computer,” Pat said. Finally, Nina opened her eyes, and looked at her. “I’m not mad. Don’t worry. I am glad you liked what you saw there.”

“I don’t know what I saw,” Nina said finally. Her heart was beginning to pound.

“I’ve always loved little girls,” Pat said. “I didn’t act on it when I was with your father but, now that I’m single again, I thought it was time to indulge.”

“But that girl—”

“Alice? She’s a little darling, isn’t she?”

“She’s just a little girl,” Nina replied. She suddenly found herself wishing that this was a dream, that she would wake up back in her bed. This was no dream, though. She was very much awake, but it was beginning to feel like a nightmare.

“She loves licking pussy,” Pat said, “and I love licking hers.”

“No,” Nina said, shaking her head. “No! Don’t touch me!”

She jumped off the bed, grabbed her shirt, and quickly pulled it on over her head. Her mother, stunned at her sudden reaction, sat up quickly in bed. Before she could say anything, though, Nina was out the door, and down the hall, back into her room. She dressed quickly, all the while her heart pounding and her brain screaming. Tears of shame began to flow down her cheeks. She grabbed her car keys and emerged from her room.

Her mother was standing in the hallway in a bathrobe, clearly crying as well. She pleaded with her daughter to calm down, but Nina ignored her, and ran down the stairs. In a minute, she was out the door, and sitting behind the wheel of her car. Her mother stood beside the vehicle, trying to talk to her daughter.

“Nina, please don’t leave. We have to talk,” she said.

“No, we don’t!” Nina said through her tears. “You’re disgusting! You’re sick! I hate you!”

“Honey, please—”

“No, I am going to live with Dad!” she screamed. “I’m going to tell him and he’s going to call the police and they’ll lock your sick ass in jail, you fucking freak!”

She turned the key in the ignition, threw the car into the reverse, and backed out of the driveway much too fast, knocking over the mailbox in the process. She turned on to their street, put the car into drive, and pulled away from her home. Her tears blinded her and she wiped furiously at them, but it was still difficult to see the road. She didn’t care where she was going, though. She just had to get away.

Nina had no intention of calling the police. She had only said that in anger, to scare her mother. As for her father, his house was too far to reach tonight, and she was exhausted already. Nina’s mind wandered until she found herself at the on ramp to the highway. She would stay the night in a hotel, she decided, until she figured out what to do.

Continue on to Chapter 4

By Emma Star

Nina was miserable for the next month. No matter where she went or what she did, she could not get the images out of her head of her mother having sex with another woman and, most appalling of all, the other woman’s 9-year-old niece. When she’d sat down at her mother’s computer that fateful day, she never could have guessed she’d see and heard things which would flip her world on its head. She was disgusted with her mother for what she had done. Most of all, she was angry for the emotional damage it had caused her.

When Nina sat in class, she would listen to her teachers droning on, but her mind would drift. As her World History teacher talked about arms build-up before the First World War, Nina would see her mother fingering a redheaded child. When her Biology teacher talked about cellular mitosis, Nina would see her mother, smiling and licking her lips, as another woman’s urine splashed on her face. Nina could no longer pay attention in class and her grades began to suffer. When her mother asked what was wrong, Nina refused to answer. Most of the time, she would scream at her mother and lock herself in her room.

She blamed all of her problems on her mother’s perverted lifestyle. She couldn’t concentrate in class because of her. She couldn’t sleep or eat because of her. Even her boyfriend, Rich, had noticed how she seemed to be distancing herself from everyone, even him. Nina didn’t dare tell him the truth. All she could do was make vague excuses about stress. She could never tell him that her mother was a lesbian and a pedophile.

The worst times came at home. Nina’s mother would prepare dinner for the two of them and prattle on about her day as Nina glared at her uneaten food. Nina couldn’t understand how someone as deviant as her mother could act so normal. No, that wasn’t true. She couldn’t understand how someone as normal as her mother could be such a deviant.

Nina began to notice little things as well. She noticed the way her mother lingered on TV channels showing scantily clad women. She also noticed the looks her mother gave to young girls at the mall or the supermarket. She would pause in whatever she was saying or doing and just stare at some girl, some as young as 6 or 7, until they were out of sight. Then she’d resume talking as if nothing had happened. Of course, Nina knew the truth. When her mother saw a cute little girl, she was really imagining stripping the child, laying her down on a bed, and licking her bald pussy or sucking her tiny nipples. It was enough to make Nina sick.

One day, about five weeks after Nina had discovered her mother’s secret, she was watching TV in her room when she heard a knock at the door. She unlocked it and saw her mother, dressed up like she was about to go on a date.

“I wish you wouldn’t love your door,” she said.

“I wish I had a million dollars,” Nina replied in a mean tone.

“Well, I’m going out,” her mother said. “I’m meeting some friends from work for drinks. I’ll be home about eleven.”

“OK,” Nina replied, paying little attention.

“Call my cell phone if you need anything,” she said.

“Whatever,” Nina replied.

Her mother took a long, hard look at her. Nina was aware of her mother’s eyes on her, but she continued watching television as if she wasn’t even there.

“Bye. I love you,” her mother finally said.

“Bye,” said Nina.

Her mother lingered in the door for another few moments, as if waiting for something. Then she left. Nina listened for the sound of the door opening, the sound of the engine turning, and the sound of the car pulling out of the driveway.

A few minutes later, when Nina was sure her mother wasn’t coming back, she turned off the television. She undressed and walked into her bathroom to take a shower. She admired her B-cup breasts and her firm body in the mirror. A small patch of golden pubic hair grew just above her almost fully developed mound. Nina wondered if she should shave it.

Nina stepped into the shower and spent twenty minutes or so cleaning herself. Once she was done, she dried her hair, wrapped a towel around her body, and returned to her room. Her mother was still gone, of course. She wouldn’t be back for almost three hours. Suddenly, Nina had an idea.

Quietly, listening for the sound of a car in the driveway, Nina crept out of her room and down the hall to her mother’s bedroom. She sat down, still wearing only the towel, in front of her mother’s computer. She moved the mouse and the monitor returned from sleep mode. Nina began to look though her mother’s files. She didn’t know what she was looking for, exactly, just something to explain her mother’s behavior.

After a few minutes, she found a file called “me_pat_alice.mpeg”. Nina’s stomach turned. She knew what this was. The last time she’d seen the video of her mother, her mother’s voluptuous friend Mary, and Mary’s little niece Alice having sex, it had been a streaming file from Mary herself. Apparently, her mother had downloaded it for easy access. Biting her lip, Nina moved the cursor to the icon and double clicked.

The file opened to show her mother, completely naked, sitting on the edge of Mary’s bed. Nina felt a brief moment of envy when she saw her mother’s large, well-shaped breasts. Mother or not, degenerate or not, Patricia Edwards was a beautiful, sexy woman. Nina fast-forwarded through the scenes she’d already watched until she came to a scene of Mary and her mother kissing, while Alice sucked their nipples.

Nina watched this for a few minutes until, on screen, her mother said, “Why don’t we get Aunt Mary out of these clothes, Alice?”

Alice, who was wearing nothing but pink socks, nodded her head in agreement. Mary stood up. Pat went to work on Mary’s bra as Alice eagerly pulled Mary’s panties down to her ankles, then her garter belt and stockings. Soon, Mary was nude as well.

“So what do you say, Alice?” Nina’s mom asked.

“About what?” the child replied.

“You want to eat your first pussy?” she asked. Nina still couldn’t get used to the idea of her mother using that kind of language.

“Yours?” Alice asked.

“Well, I was thinking Aunt Mary should be your first, since she’s the one who taught you how to be a lesbian,” Nina’s mother said.

“Yeah!” Alice replied, “and she always eats me when I ask.”

“Mary?” asked Pat, turning to her friend.

“Fine by me!” exclaimed the naked redhead and they all laughed. Nina wondered how they could be so flippant about teaching a 9-year-old girl how to perform oral sex on her aunt.

“Lie down, Mary,” said Pat. “Alice, you get on your hands and knees between her legs. Make sure the camera can see that sweet butt of yours.”

Mary lay down on her back on the bed, legs tucked up, showing her pussy to the camera. She had a hairy bush, as red as the hair on her head. Alice climbed on the bed, her back to the camera, and knelt in front of her aunt. Nina could see freckles on the girl’s white, bony ass. She seemed hesitant, as if she wasn’t sure what to do next. Pat was there to instruct her in the ways of lesbian love.

“We’ll start off with something simple,” said Nina’s mother. “Play with her pussy using your fingers until you find her clit, then when you’re ready, try licking it.”

Alice listened patiently to the naked, older woman’s instructions, then leaned in, showing her tiny pink asshole to the camera. Alice’s fingers began to play nervously with her aunt’s labia, searching for her clit. It didn’t take long to find, unsheathed as it was in Mary’s state of arousal

“Good,” said Pat. “Just lick it whenever you’re ready. Take your time. You’re doing great, sweetie.”

Pat rubbed the girl’s back reassuringly. Finally, Alice worked up her nerve, and lowered her face into her aunt’s crotch. As she did, Mary began to writhe and squirm, cooing in delight as the innocent little girl had her first taste of another woman. Pat’s finger found its way to Alice’s pussy and she began to rub the child’s immature cunt gently, rubbing her own with her free hand.

Suddenly, Nina heard a car pulling into the driveway. She quickly closed the video and ran to the window. She saw an SUV, not her mother’s sedan, pulling in. The car backed out and drove away. It had just been someone turning around.

Nina returned to the chair and saw, to her surprise, that it was wet. She knew she couldn’t have dripped on it. Then she noticed the odd, triangular patch of wetness was near to the edge of the chair. Nina’s fingers immediately went to her vagina. It was soaking wet. She tried to rationalize it: she had been watching sex, even if it involved her mother, a child, and no men. IT was natural, she reasoned. Nina removed her towel, dried the wet spot, and sat back down, this time putting the towel between her butt and the seat.

She had seen enough of the video for now. In truth, she was scared to watch more. She continued searching the hard drive for clues to her mother’s sexuality. In a folder marked “Stories” she found several files which appeared to be erotic stories her mother had downloaded. Most were about women and young girls having sex. One, called “Bethany’s Secret 2” was a bout a teenage boy, his girlfriend (who had male sex organs), and the girl’s mother (who also had male sex organs) having an orgy.

There was a subfolder called “My stories” which she opened. One file immediately caught her eye. IT was a Microsoft Word document called “Nina’s True Self Discovered.” Balking, she opened it. “Nina’s True Self Discovered (F/f, incest, teen, nudist) by Patricia Edwards” it said at the top. Her mother had written the story!

Cautiously, Nina began to read:

Nina’s True Self Discovered
(F/f, incest, teen, nudist)
by Patricia Edwards

On a warm, sunny day in June, my 16-year-old daughter Nina and I decided to go to the beach, to swim, and to work on our tans. We lived only thirty minutes from Cape Cod where our favorite beach, Old Shell Beach, was located. It was a Tuesday, so we hoped it wouldn’t be too crowded.

I loaded our things into the car and called Nina. ‘Coming, Mom!’ she called back. A moment later, Nina emerged from the house, and pulled the front door shut behind her. She smiled at me and I smiled back.

My daughter looked very sexy in a magenta bikini top, cut-off jean shorts, and sandals. I had a feeling she was hoping to catch the eye of a few boys at the beach today. As for me, I was wearing a one-piece green bathing suit under my white blouse and khaki shorts. I, however, would not be trying to attract any men. I am a lesbian, but my daughter didn’t know.

We climbed into the car, put on our seatbelts, and began the drive to the beach. We drove with the windows down, listening to a classic rock station, and talking about all kinds of things. Nina, for her part, spoke mostly about her boyfriend Richard. I’d met him, and he was a sweet, handsome boy, but I always felt a little disappointed that my daughter never seemed to take an interest in other girls. I hoped that maybe she would open up in college.

But that was a few years away. I was glad to have my little girl with me on this beautiful day at the beach.

Finally, we reached the Old Shell Beach parking lot and pulled in. I could see, to my disappointment, that the beach was packed. I paid the attendant and began to look for a spot, moving slowly through the crowds of people. I found the last spot available. Nina and I climbed out of the car and walked the quarter of a mile to the beach.

‘This is bad,’ Nina said when we arrived. I nodded. ‘Do you see any space?’

‘No,’ I replied.

‘This sucks,’ she said.

‘Do you want to go home?’ I asked her.

‘We drove all this way,’ she said. ‘It would be a shame to waste it. And it’s such a beautiful day.’

‘I know,’ I agreed.

‘Let’s see if there’s space down the beach,’ she suggested.

Nina and I worked our way through the crowds of beach-goers, looking for a place. There was none. We kept moving. We’d never had to go this far down the beach before. We had almost reached the curve, beyond which we couldn’t see any further.

‘I think there’s some space down there,’ she said. ‘Let’s check it out.’

We had just reached the edge of the crowd when I noticed a sign: ‘Clothing is optional beyond this point.’

‘Nina, wait,’ I said.

‘What?’ she said, and I pointed to the sign.

‘It’s a nude beach past here,’ I said.

Nina looked at the sign, thinking. Then she looked down the crowded beach. ‘Let’s go anyway,’ she said.

‘Nina!’ I almost shouted.

‘What?’ she asked. ‘It’s clothing optional. We don’t have to be naked. I bet there’s lots of space down there. Come on, Mom. Don’t be such a wimp.’

Before I could say anything, Nina darted down the sand and around the curve. I cursed and followed her. Just around the curve, I caught up with her as she was laying down a towel in the midst of a fairly substantial crowd of men, women, and children. Most were naked. In fact, Nina and I seemed to be sticking out like sore thumbs.

‘Plenty of space,’ said Nina.

She unbuttoned her shorts and pulled them down, revealing her bikini bottoms, the same color as her top. Sighing, I unbuttoned my blouse. Once it was off, I removed my own shorts and folded them into a pile with Nina’s clothes. I lay down beside her on my stomach.

‘This is silly,’ said Nina.

‘You want to go back?’ I asked.

‘No,’ she said. ‘It’s silly that we’re tanning like this. We’re going to get lines.’

‘But we . . . oh . . .’ I said.

‘It’s a nude beach, after all,’ said Nina.

She stood up and reached around her back to untie the string on her bikini. Before I could stop her, it came undone and fell to the ground. My daughter’s breasts were exposed to everyone, her golden nipples hard in the sea breeze.

‘Nina!’ I cried.

‘Don’t be such a prude, Mom,’ she told me.

With her back turned to me, Nina hooked her thumbs around the waist band of her bottoms and bent over, pulling them to the ground, showing her firm, round ass to me. She kicked her bathing suit into a pile, then turned to face me. Her hands were on her flat stomach, just above her hairless vagina.

‘Well?’ she asked.

I was speechless.

‘Do you want an even tan or not?’ my naked daughter asked.

Reluctantly, I gave in. I always tried to think of myself as a cool mom and didn’t want to look like a wimp in front of my daughter. I stood up and undid the straps of my bathing suit, pulling the cloth down, setting my breasts free. Nina seemed to stare at them, impressed by their size. I pulled the rest of my bathing suit off. Now I stood, buck naked, with my daughter in the middle of a nude beach.

‘Happy?’ I asked.

‘Not quite,’ she said. ‘Lay down on your stomach.’

I did as I was told, laying down on the towel on my stomach, folding my arms beneath my head. Nina knelt down on the ground beside me and removed a bottle of tanning lotion from my bag. She squirted some into her hand, put the bottle back, and rubbed her hands together. With that, Nina went to work, oiling my shoulders, arms, and back with the slick oil.

Nina giggled.

‘What?’ I asked.

I nearly shrieked as Nina put her hands on my ass, but I managed to keep quiet. Nina rubbed the oil on my bare butt until it was covered then did the backs of my legs.

‘My turn,’ she said, handing me the bottle.

‘I’m not sure I feel comfortable doing this,’ I told her.

‘Mom,’ she said, ‘you wiped my ass when I was a baby. You can put tanning lotion on it now.’

With that, Nina lay down on her stomach. I oiled up my hands and worked on her back. Once I was done, I looked at her ass. It was a perfect ass, the kind only a teenager can have. Still, I felt nervous. I did her well-toned, soccer-player thighs, then her calves.

‘Forgetting something?’ Nina asked.

Reluctantly, I placed my hands on her butt, one on each cheek, and began to massage them with the oil. Once it was done, she thanked me, and we lay down to soak up the sun.

About thirty minutes later, Nina said, ‘I’m gonna go swim. You want to come?’

‘No thanks,’ I said.

Nina stood up. Without bothering to put on her bathing suit, she went to the edge of the water. I saw a young man and woman, a little older than Nina, but equally naked, approach her. They talked for a minute, then the young man ran to fetch a Frisbee. The three entered the surf and began to play.

‘She’s a beautiful girl,’ I heard a woman’s voice say. I looked up to see a handsome woman in her fifties, standing over me, smiling.

‘Yes, she is,’ I said.

‘What’s your name?’ the woman asked. ‘I’m Jan.’

‘I’m Pat,’ I said. ‘She’s Nina.’

‘Nice to meet you,’ said Jan. ‘New here?’

‘First time,’ I admitted.

‘I could tell,’ she said, grinning. ‘I just wanted to let you know that if you and Nina want to go somewhere more private and have a little fun, there’s a trail going back into those woods.’ She pointed at some trees at the edge of the beach. ‘No one will bother you two there.’

‘What?’ I asked, confused.

‘I mean, if you and your friend want to fool around . . .’

‘She’s my daughter!’

Jan’s face paled. ‘I’m very sorry,’ she said.

‘You should be.’

Jan hurried away. I was shocked. She thought Nina and I were lovers! That was insane. I had a good mind to grab Nina and drag her off that beach. Just then, Nina came running up the sand, dripping with seawater and smiling happily.

‘Hey Mom,’ she said.

‘Having fun?’ I asked.

‘Jerry and Crystal,’ she said, indicating her friends, ‘said there’s a really cool trail back in the woods. Let’s go check it out.’

‘No,’ I said.

‘Why? What’s wrong?’ she asked.

I couldn’t bring myself to tell my daughter what had happened. But my only other choice was to go back in the woods with her. What would Jan think if she saw?

‘Fine,’ I said, standing up. ‘Let’s get dressed and see.’

‘Why?’ she asked, already heading for the woods. ‘Being naked is fun!’ She ran towards the woods.

Groaning in exasperation, I followed her. By the time I reached the woods, she had vanished. I sat down on a rock. Just then, Nina appeared from up the trail.

Before I could react, Nina sat on my lap. She was a lot bigger since the last time she’d sat on my lap, but I could still hold her. I felt her wet, warm skin against my naked body and my pussy began to stir. I swallowed guiltily.

‘I know you’re a lesbian,’ she said, looking into my eyes. I was stunned.

‘How?’ I asked.

‘It doesn’t matter,’ she said, ‘and it doesn’t matter to me that you’re a lesbian. You’re my mom and I love you.’

Suddenly, Nina looked deeply into my eyes. My breath caught and I couldn’t speak. I could only stare into my daughter’s beautiful, blue eyes, caught in the intimacy of the moment.

Then, Nina closed her eyes, and leaned in. Her soft lips brushed against mine. I wrapped my arms around her as she put her hands on the back of my head and pulled me in close. We kissed and our lips parted. Nina’s tongue entered my mouth, exploring nervously.

Finally, the kiss broke, and Nina stood up. I looked up into her eyes as she held out her hand to me. I took it and stood up.

‘You gave me life,’ she said, ‘and you’ve given me everything since then. I want to give you something back.’ She moved in close, pressing her breasts against mine. ‘Jerry and Crystal told me about a place we can use.’

Nina turned and began to walk, her tender butt wiggling seductively, and pulled me along. My pussy was on fire by this point. I had no choice but to follow……

Nina could read no more.

Sitting at the computer, staring at the text document, she could barely even breathe. Not only was her mother a lesbian with a taste for children, she was fantasizing about Nina too! She wanted to have sex with her own daughter!

Nina closed the file, closed all the windows she’d opened, and returned to her room. She knew this night would be a sleepless one.

Continue on to Chapter 3

By Nellie of Sweden

The years passed and I started to grow breasts some months before my twelfth birthday. And a little later the first tiny strands of hair appeared on my pussy. I remember the night Erica first discovered that and it made her cry.

“Oh no,” she said. “My baby girl is becoming a woman…”

I felt a little worried by her reaction. “Won’t you love me anymore when my breasts grow bigger?” I said in a worried tone. “I can’t help it, you know!”

Erica smiled and gave me a kiss. “I know, baby! And don’t worry, I’ll never stop loving you as long as my heart is beating! It’s just that I love your body so much the way it is right now. I love that flat chest and the soft skin on your pussy.”

“But most of all it’s you that I love,” she continued. “The person Nellie inside that gorgeous body! So… I guess I’ll have to find someone to make me pregnant and hopefully have a little daughter for us both to have fun with!” She said it as if she was joking, but we both knew that she wasn’t.

It didn’t happen at once, though but at last it did.

Two years later Erica came back from a long vacation in Thailand with her parents. She had been away for a whole month and I had missed her terribly. We met at a family party at her house, but we managed to sneak off to her room and locked the door.

As soon as we were alone Erica was all over me, kissing and caressing me and ripping my clothes off. But suddenly she calmed down and smiled her prettiest smile.

“Guess what,” she said with a big smile. “I have a surprise for you, darling!”

“What? What, Erica?”

She smiled again and put my hand on the lower parts of her stomach. “Feel anything? We’re gonna have a baby, darling! We’re gonna be mummies. Aren’t you happy?”

I was speechless at first but Erica kept talking. “I know, of course, that it’s not our baby, but I like to think of her as ours.”

“Her? How can you be so sure it’s not a boy?”

Erica smiled again. “Don’t know how, I just know! What shall we call her? You can pick a name, but Cornelia is going to be one of her names.”

I was in shock. Erica was twenty-one and she felt ready to be a mother, but I was only fourteen and didn’t really want that responsibility just yet. At the same time I was excited about the baby and the love that Erica gave me all the time. It was that love that made her want me to be “the other mummy” of her coming child.

We made love on her bed and were lying there naked when her mother tried to get in. When she discovered it was locked she knocked hard on the door.

“Erica! Why is this locked? What are you two doing in there?”

Erica jumped up quickly. “Nothing, Mum, what do you want? We locked it because we’re having a seance, trying to call spirits….”

“We’re having cake now and I thought you two would like some,” Aunt Monica said.

“Okay,” I replied. “We’ll come down in a minute.”

I had so many questions, but realized they would have to wait. So we went downstairs and after the cake my parents decided it was time to go home. I tried to talk them into letting my stay the night, but Aunt Monica said no.

A month later Erica called me on the phone and told me she was leaving home. She had found a two-room apartment with a rent she could afford, and signed the lease just hours earlier. But best of all was that her new place was a lot closer to me and my home. She told me the address and I screamed from happiness.

“That’s great Eri,” I said happily. “I pass that house every day on my way to school.”

“Yes, I know that,” she said. “That’s one of the reasons I picked that flat. It’ll be nice to live closer to my girlfriend!”

Six months later, little Daniela was born. A few weeks too early, but everything was okay. I had just turned fifteen and started getting used to the thought of being some sort of mother figure to Erica’s baby.

Erica called me on the phone a morning in early May and told me that our baby had been born three hours earlier.

“Would you please come and see us after school?” she begged. “We miss you so much.”

I promised and then asked my mother if she could give me some extra money to buy a present for Erica and her new baby.

“What? Did she have the baby already? Why did she tell you and not me? Does her parents know?”

“Mum,” I said calmly. “Erica and I are… well, we’re lovers. We have a relationship. I’m a lesbian, Mum!”

It was a big relief to finally come out to my mother, but she didn’t seem upset at all. She laughed and gave me a hug. “Didn’t you think I knew that?” she said. “You’ve been a lesbian all your life. I’ve seen the way you look at pretty girls and women. I just wondered when you would come out and tell me. I know you’ve been fooling around with Erica for years… and I also know about your little games when you and Miki were sharing a room.”

“So… you’re not angry with me?”

“No, baby, why should I be? You haven’t done anything wrong. Should I punish you for loving? And those little games with your sister… don’t tell anyone, but Monica and I did that too when we grew up. Nothing wrong with that!”

I hugged my mother with a big smile. “I know I’ve said things to you sometimes that weren’t very nice, but you really are a great mother,” I said.

She gave me a little money and I ran off to school.

After school I bought a present and took the bus to the hospital to see Erica and little newborn Dani. Luckily enough, Erica had a room all by herself and little Dani was sleeping in a sort of glass box on wheels beside her bed. I looked at her.

“Oh, my God, how small she is,” I said.

“Yes,” Erica answered. “So small, yet so perfect. Wait a minute! I’ll show you something…”

She gently lifted Dani up from her bed and put her on the big bed. Erica opened the little baby-overall that Dani had on and showed me the naked upper body of her little baby.

And I almost fainted. The baby girl had breasts. Little round shaped bumps on her chests. I couldn’t stop looking.

“Cute, aren’t they?” Erica said.

“Yeah… but….”

She laughed a little. “Don’t worry. The nurse told me they will go away in a few days. It has something to do with hormones. She said it’s quite common for newborn girls to have breasts. And then they disappear. Isn’t she gorgeous?”

I slowly nodded my head, unable to speak.

“Don’t you wanna kiss them?” Erica said. “Or touch them?”

I sat on the bed and Erica leaned down and kissed the baby’s breasts and then encouraged me to do the same thing.

And at last I did and I could almost hear little Dani’s heartbeat inside. Then Erica and I kissed for a while until visiting hours were over and I had to go.

The night after my first visit, there were some kind of complications and Dani was taken in for intensive care. She was close to dying several times in the weeks after that, but survived. Finally, at the age of four months, Erica could take her home.

The first night Dani was home, Erica wanted me to be there with them. We had a candlelight dinner while Dani was asleep, and at dessert I heard a little sound from the crib. I went into the bedroom and Dani was awake, looking at some toys hanging over the crib. I picked her up and she grabbed my hair with one of her little hands. Erica was in the kitchen cleaning up when we got there.

“Hello little sweetheart,” she said. “You seem to like Mummy Nellie too! And why shouldn’t you? She’s Mummy’s girlfriend!”

Dani started to cry a little.

“No, no, baby,” Erica said. “You are Mummy’s girl, Dani, sure you are. But Nellie loves us too and we love her, Don’t we?”

She opened her blouse and put Dani to her breast and the baby started sucking loudly. They sat on the living room sofa and I sat down next to them.

When Dani had finished her meal, Erica put her to her shoulder to make her burp, then Erica went towards the bathroom and the nursing table. She called me and I followed.

Erica gently undressed Dani while talking to her in a loving motherly way. Her diaper was a mess and I had to go out, I couldn’t stand either the sight or the smell, but Erica called me back when Dani was nice and clean.

“Look at her,” Erica said. “Look at that little tiny pussy! Isn’t she cute?”

“Yes, darling,” I said. “She sure is…”

“Don’t you want to taste her? Come on, Nel, take a lick! I know you want to.”

I was as paralyzed, couldn’t move or talk. But Erica could. She opened Dani’s legs and spread them wide open. Then she put her hands on the baby’s inner thighs and her thumbs gently opened Dani’s little pussy lips.

“See? She’s so perfect… look at her little clit! And the opening… so tiny!”

She slowly leaned down and caressed Dani’s little baby pussy with her lips. Dani seemed to be very happy. Not that she laughed or even smiled, but I imagine that babies always protest when they don’t like things.

Erica smiled at her. “Yes, you like Mummy kissing your little cunt, don’t you Dani baby? What? Mummy didn’t understand. What did you say?”

I giggled a little, because of course Dani hadn’t said a word.

“Oh… you want Mummy Nellie to kiss you too! Yes, baby, sure she wants to! Who could resist such a cute little baby like you.” Then Erica turned to me. “Go on, darling! Show her you love her! Give her pussy what it wants. Look, she’s spreading even more for you!”

I hesitated a bit, but Erica put her hand on the back of my head, gently pushing me down towards Daniela’s little body.

Whenever I want to, I can still recall the special smell from her little baby pussy. She’d been cleaned with a special baby soap and maybe that was what gave her that special nice smell. I could feel the warmth from her little body and gently placed a very soft kiss on Dani’s tiny pussy lips. Erica kept motioning me to give her a real licking, and I slipped the tip of my tongue inside her little slit. Erica’s hands caressed my butt and thighs and I could tell she got very excited from watching me lick her little baby.

I took a little break to get a kiss from Erica’s mouth, and as I lifted my head up I saw it was in the exact right second. Dani started to pee, and I felt glad my mouth wasn’t there just then.

But Erica laughed and put Dani’s diaper back on and removed the wet towel that had been under her. She put Dani back into her crib and turned to me.

“It was nice to see you eating her,” she said. “I did it myself just three hours after she was born. Too bad she lost her little tits, but before she grows new ones she’ll have lots of fun with you and me. She is a bit too young to really enjoy sex yet, but it’s good she’s getting used to being caressed and kissed and licked from the beginning. I think that will make sex a natural part of her life later on.”

I was thinking of all the fun we would have in the years to come. Fantasies of Dani at three, four or five in beautiful dresses with no panties underneath. When her dark hair was long and shiny and her body hot and horny.

“What are you thinking about, my darling?” Erica gave me a loving smile and took me in her arms.

“Nothing… or… well, I was thinking of how it might be when she’s a little older.”

“Aha… Are you planning to seduce her? Like I seduced you?”

“No… I don’t think I’ll have to. I guess she will join us in bed long before she’s that age.”

“She will… and even more once she’s housebroken,” Erica said and we both laughed. It was a little strange to use that word about a human. Dogs and cats are housebroken, not little girls. But of course I understood what Erica meant.

She kissed me with so much love and affection, and her hands came wandering over my firm breasts. My legs started shaking and I opened my mouth to accept her tongue when she leaned in to kiss me.

“Fuck me,” I whispered with my lips almost touching hers. “Make love to me, darling. It’s been so long since the last time!”

“Yes, my darling, way too long. I’ve missed you so much!”

Her hands were trembling as they released me from the prison of my clothes. Item by item fell to the floor and when we both were naked, Erica put on some low, soft music and pulled me really close to her. We danced closely together kissing and cuddling for a long time before we fell down on the big bed and ended up in 69-position eating each other out.

An hour or so later, Dani woke up again and started to cry. Erica put her next to me with my breast very close to her mouth. Dani found the nipple and started sucking it. The feeling was amazing, though she soon gave it up since I didn’t have any milk for her. But Erica did, and it was a precious moment being naked together in bed while Dani nursed from Erica. Dani’s diaper was the only clothing-like thing anyone of us had on.

When Dani had finished eating, we all fell asleep. I didn’t awaken until my mother called on the phone, worried that something had happened to me.

“Sorry, Mum,” I said. “I lost the track of time. Little Dani is so cute I just can’t stop looking. Please let me stay the night!”

She said yes, and I was very happy to spend the evening in bed with Erica and Dani.

* * *

Today Dani is 28 years old and married to a very nice man. They have two little boys and Dani is living an every day life like everybody else, totally heterosexual.

Except for the times she visits her dirty old aunt for some girl sex and some talk about her childhood and youth. But that’s our secret, hers and mine. Maybe I’ll share some more of it with you some day! And if you’re wondering who is the father of her I can’t tell you that because I don’t know. Erica said that four gay men she knew had mixed sperm from all four of them and given it to her and she had inserted it by herself and got lucky. All four had dark hair and brown eyes so her looks comes from her father but the craving for sex definitely comes from her mother, my darling Erica.

By Nellie of Sweden

My glorious summer was over and I really missed sleeping with Erica, my cousin, girlfriend and idol. Now it was October and I was back in town in our small two-bedroom apartment sharing a room with Michaela (or Miki, as we called her) my eight-years-older sister. What I am about to tell you about took place in the middle of November, a dark and cold Friday night.

I had hoped I could visit Erica for the weekend but my Aunt Monica, her mother, said no this time because she had decided they would go to Stockholm for the weekend to shop a little for Christmas. So I turned in early crying in my pillow, longing for Erica’s loving arms. My sister had gone to a school dance and wasn’t there when I eventually fell asleep.

I awoke by the sound of the door opening and looked at the alarm clock. It was almost midnight and Miki had come home. I watched her silently as she took her blouse and jeans off. She had only the little bed lamp lighted so my part of the room was all dark and I could watch her without getting caught. At least that was what I thought.

Miki stood before the mirror and smiled at herself. She posed and looked again in lots of different positions. Then she opened her bra and took it off. I held my breath. God, she was gorgeous! Then I felt a little sorry that she couldn’t seem to stand the sight of me. I wondered if we ever were going to be friendly with each other.

Miki smiled again and looked very pleased with the picture she saw in the mirror. She put her hands on her tits and caressed them. Her nipples were quite small and light-brown coloured. I remembered what Erica had said about her, and I still didn’t believe it.

Miki smiled at her own reflection in the mirror and started to do a slow sexy dance while caressing herself. Suddenly a little giggle slipped out of my mouth, and the next second I wished I was dead.

Miki turned around really fast and looked at me with a very angry face. “What are you looking at, you little brat?” she said with rage in her voice.

I was scared stiff and almost couldn’t answer. “N… n… nothing! I didn’t see anything!”

She came towards me with her finger pointing at me and her eyes filled with anger. “If you as much as breathe a single word about this to anyone in the whole world…. If you do, you’re dead! DEAD! Do you hear me, bitch?”

I started to cry and turned my back on Miki, sobbing and hugging my pillow. “Go away,” I sniveled. “I didn’t do anything to you!”

I was crying my eyes out and my whole body was shaking and somewhere far away I heard a deep sigh. Then steps coming towards my bed and I tried to make myself as small as I could so Miki wouldn’t hit me. But instead she sat down on the edge of my bed and gently stroke my hair.

“Hey, Sis… I didn’t mean that! I’m sorry, I really am.”

I cried so much that I just barely managed to speak. “I’m used to it! Now go away, please!”

I couldn’t stop crying and I heard Miki sigh again. She squeezed my shoulder gently with her hand. “Hey, Nellie… please listen to me! I have something important to say to you… And of course I won’t hurt you.”

“What?” I sobbed with my face buried in my pillow.

She stroked my hair again and started talking with a completely different voice. She was now crying too.

“I know I’ve been a real bitch,” Miki said. “I’m sorry, sis, I really am! I don’t know why really. ‘Cause, like you said yourself, you haven’t done anything to me. I guess… well, I guess I’ve been sort of jealous of you.”

I managed to calm down a little but I still had my back turned on her. “Why? Why would you be jealous of me? I don’t have anything you don’t have yourself.”

“No, you don’t… it’s really you that should be jealous, ’cause at least I have one thing that you don’t have….”

“What?”

“A sweet sister…. I have one but you d-don’t…”

Miki was crying heavily now and I started to feel sorry for her. It was obvious she really meant every word.

Then she continued. “You’re such an angel and everybody loves you! I guess that’s what made me jealous and acting like a real jerk. But I promise you, Nel, that I’ll change. From now on, I’ll treat you better, I promise! Please believe me and… please forgive me! Can you do that, Nel? If I promise to make it up to you the best I can?”

I felt so relieved and happy although I still was crying a little. I nodded my head and whispered, “Yes! Yes, Miki I forgive you. Let’s forget all about it and start all over. And I’ll try not to be such a pain too!”

“You’re not a pain at all! It was just me,” Miki said. I felt her shivering and suddenly she said, “Aren’t you cold? I’m freezing!”

I moved closer to the wall and lifted up the covers and even managed to smile at my sister. “You can come and lie down here with me if you like! It’s warm and cozy down here. I’ve been warming up the bed for hours.”

Miki smiled and wiped some tears from her face. “Can I? Really, Nellie?”

I nodded my head yes and she smiled at me before getting under my covers. Miki looked really happy.

“Hey, how long ago is it since the last time we were in the same bed?” she said.

“Don’t know… years and years I guess…”

I felt her legs against mine and she was really cold. I smiled at my sister. “You’ll soon be warm,” I said.

Miki looked into my eyes and giggled. “Thank you, Nel,” she said. “Thank you for forgiving me, I know I don’t deserve it! And thank you for letting my cold body be in bed with yours.”

Then she smiled again. “Wanna go to sleep?”

“Mmm… kiss me goodnight first,” I heard myself saying, before I had the time to think.

Miki looked surprised and smiled again. “Really? Can I do that, Nel?”

I felt so happy that our sisterly war seemed to be over and didn’t answer but gently pressed my lips against hers. And…. my sister blushed!

“Wow…” she said. “Wow, Nellie! I really loved that! One more? Please?”

I don’t know if it was me or Miki who first opened her mouth, but our next kiss was not a sisterly one but a deep French kiss with our tongues dancing.

Miki’s face was deeply red when we finally broke apart and she looked a little embarrassed. “Eh… I think maybe I should go back to my own bed,” she said with a trembling voice.

“No… please stay,” I whispered.

“But…. I’m afraid that if I stay something could happen that shouldn’t happen! Maybe I won’t be able to keep my hands to myself!”

I giggled and put my arms around Miki’s neck. “Well… then don’t,” I whispered and moved my face towards her with my mouth half open to let her know I wanted another kiss.

And she kissed me again and again and I could hear her breath getting heavier and then suddenly Miki spoke to me again. “Nellie, I love you,” she whispered. “But who taught you how to kiss like that? Those kisses made me all tingly! You know… ‘down there.'”

“Yeah, I know… me too,” I said.

“Really?”

“Yes…”

Miki pulled me really close to her and her hands wandered down on my back and stopped on my firm little butt. She squeezed my ass cheeks and I hissed in expectation.

Miki put her left hand on my hip and gently pushed me over on my back. She kissed me again and whispered in my ear. “Oh, God, Nel… I can’t help myself anymore! Tell me to stop, or slap my face if I do anything you don’t like!”

I hugged her and pulled my knees up to show her that it was okay to touch me. Miki smiled and I could see in her eyes she understood what my body told her. Her hand stroked over my stomach and down on my thigh. Then back up and stopped at the waistband of my pyjama pants. At that point I grabbed her hand and lifted it away and I saw the disappointment in Miki’s face. But I lifted her hand to my face and kissed it gently. Then I put it back down. Right between my legs, right on my pussy, and put my own hand on hers and smiled at her.

“Oh, Nellie, you almost fooled me,” Miki giggled. “I thought you would stop me.”

I didn’t say anything, I just smiled and spread my legs for my sister’s hand. She stroked my pussy through the pj’s but soon her hand returned to the waistband. Her fingertips came inside and then she stopped.

“May I?” she whispered.

“Yes Miki,” I whispered back.

Her soft hand slowly caressed its way down to my pussy and she smiled when she felt how wet I was. Miki’s fingers rubbed gently along my slit and my inner pussy lips opened for her. Very, very gently she pushed her little finger against the opening of my childish vagina and she looked a little surprised when it slipped in so easily. She gave me a curious smile.

“Baby… you’re not a virgin… Who did this to you? Who molested you, sis?”

I shook my head and smiled. “No one, Miki…. don’t talk so much, please! Keep touching me and kiss me instead!”

Miki laughed a little and did as I asked. She rubbed my clit and fucked me with her fingers and I felt how my body was getting closer to an orgasm. I spread my legs as much as possible to give Miki complete access to my pink hairless little cunt. Miki noticed my excitement and rubbed me harder and harder.

“Let me make you come, baby,” she said. “Come for me, my darling baby sister.”

I closed my eyes and let myself go completely. My pelvis was moving against Miki’s fingers, fucking them as they fucked me.

At last I reached climax, and I may even have made a little scream because I remember Miki putting the pillow over my face.

After that first orgasm with Miki, we held each other tightly for awhile and kissed while I caught my breath.

Then Miki spoke again. “Nellie… who took your virginity? Was it Dad? Has he been fooling around with you?”

“No!!! No, absolutely not! Why do you ask that? Dad has never touched me that way.”

“He did with me,” she said. “He tried to rape me once when I was ten but Mum caught him. He was drunk of course but still…”

“But… but Dad doesn’t drink at all!”

“No… now he doesn’t! I think Mum made him promise to stop drinking not to report his abuse. So… if he didn’t, who did?”

“Nobody! You know, a girl can lose her cherry in other ways too.”

“I know that, silly! But I also know that a girl your age should be a little tighter than you are down there, even if her hymen has been broken from riding a bike or a horse. You’re tight but not that tight!”

I didn’t answer but just a second after that Miki smiled at me. “Oh, I know… It was our sweet lesbian cousin! Right? It was Erica, wasn’t it? She seduced you at Grandma’s last summer, didn’t she?”

I couldn’t lie to Miki so I slowly nodded my head. “She loves me,” I said. “And I love her! We’re girlfriends and me lying here with you is sort of cheating on her… I didn’t think of that till now!”

“I’m sure she wouldn’t mind,” Miki said. “Did she tell you that she has made love to me as well? A year ago or so…”

“Yes… and she also told me that she didn’t think you really hated me! She said that deep down she was sure you really loved me, in spite of it all.”

Miki smiled. “She’s a terrific judge of character,” she said, “almost a mind reader!”

Suddenly I became aware of the heat in my bed. I was all sweaty and I looked at my sister and smiled. “Miki… don’t you think it’s hot here? Would you mind if I took my jammies off?”

She giggled and stroke my cheek. “No, of course not! Wanna be naked together?”

“Okay…”

I quickly removed my pyjamas and Miki took off the tank top she had put on before coming into my bed. I admired her gorgeous breasts.

“You’re really beautiful, Miki,” I said with admiration. “I hope my breasts will be as pretty as yours when I grow up. Can I touch them a little? Please?”

“Sure you can! Touch them all you want!”

I put my little hands on Miki’s breasts and gently caressed her already rock-hard nipples. They were dark brown and bigger than Erica’s. Miki was more woman all over and Erica was still a girl. Her brown eyes looked at me with a love that I had never experienced from her before and she giggled when I gently pinched her nipples with two fingers. I crawled down in the bed a little and Miki giggled again when I took one of her nipples in my mouth and started sucking it. I kissed and sucked her tits for a while and let my hand wander down over her flat tummy till I reached the waistband of her lace panties.

“This is unfair,” I said in a very self-conscious childish way. “I’m naked but you’re not! Unfair!”

Miki laughed.

“And what are you gonna do about it?” she said smiling with her whole face.

“Take ’em off of you,” I said. “Can I, Miki? Can I take your panties off?”

“Yes, baby, sure you can!”

She lifted her butt enough for me to draw her tight lace panties down over her thighs and she laughed as I slowly removed them completely. I was now standing on my knees by Miki’s feet looking at her naked body and she smiled at me and actually blushed a little.

“What are you gonna do to me, she said giggling in a childish way pressing her legs tight together and covering her pussy with her hands.

“You’re beautiful, Miki,” I said. “Remove your hands, please, and let me look at you properly!”

She did and even blushed a little more. I crawled up on top of my sister feeling her soft naked body against mine. I kissed her tits some more and then her tummy. It tickled her and she laughed a little. Then I went ahead lower and Miki spread her legs at my first touch. Her pussy hair was very neatly trimmed, a small triangle with shortly trimmed hair on the front and her pussy lips as bald as mine. I saw, despite the darkness, how wet she was. Pussy juices were flowing all over her clean shaved pussy lips and I couldn’t wait to taste her. Miki was almost crying again.

“Oh God, Nellie, you’re too good to be true! Do it to me, sis! Eat my pussy! Lick my cunt, baby!”

My lips and tongue were the first parts of my body to touch Miki’s lovely pussy and she tasted wonderful. I licked her as Erica had taught me, and Miki soon was shivering all over. I stuck my fingers inside her and discovered to my surprise that my sister still was a virgin. I could feel her hymen in there. Gently I inserted another finger inside her and Miki was moaning with pleasure.

“Aaaoooowww,” she said when I let a third finger penetrate her anus, but she relaxed again almost at once and started to fuck my mouth and fingers. Just moments later she took my head between her both hands and pressed it hard against her pussy when she came.

A little later we were cuddling again, and Miki held me in her arms. “Wow, Nellie! Erica sure did a good job teaching you how to give a girl pleasure,” she said. “Let me just catch my breath a little and I’ll pay you back for that great licking!”

Shortly after, she smiled at me and said, “Come on, sis! Sit on my face and let me taste that sweet little cunt of yours! I’ve always dreamed of licking a totally hairless pussy.”

I got up standing on the floor beside the bed and Erica stroked my pussy with her hand and then she said, “Come here, sis! Give it to me.”

I placed my knees on each side of Miki’s head and lowered myself down till I felt her warm breath on my pussy. And then she stuck her tongue in my wet little slit and started to fuck me with it. Her hands wandered up to my non-existing breasts and pinched my nipples rock hard while she was slurping, licking and sucking my bald little pussy.

My orgasm was so strong and intense that I almost fell down to the floor, but Miki got hold of my hips just before I lost my balance and held me still. I bit my own hand to keep from screaming and maybe waking Mum and Dad up. I bit till I could taste blood in my mouth. Then I collapsed beside Miki in the bed. She held me and kissed me.

“Oh, Nellie, what a great lover you are,” she said. “Let’s make love often from now on!”

I looked at my sister and smiled with a naughty glance in my eyes. I nodded my head.

“Yep, that’s the best idea you’ve had in years! How about at least once a day?”

Continue on to Chapter 6

By Nellie of Sweden

The summer ended with a stormy night, with thunder and lightning and the rain whipping the tin roof of Grandma’s little guest house. Erica and I were naked together in my bed, kissing and cuddling and caressing each other. I didn’t mind the weather, although normally I was a little afraid of thunder and lightning.

But I was sad that it was our last night together so now and then tears came in my eyes. Erica saw my tears and tried to cheer me up.

“It’s okay, darling,” she whispered. “I’m sorry too that the summer is over but we don’t live on each side of the earth, you know! I can come and see you and you can come to me. Twenty-five minutes by bus isn’t the end of the world, you know. And you’ll still be my girl, won’t you?”

I tried to stop crying but couldn’t help sobbing a little.

“Yeah, I guess but…. we won’t be sleeping together! If you come to our house we can’t do anything ’cause me and Miki share the same room you know.”

Miki was the nickname for my big sister Michaela. Erica smiled and got a funny look in her eyes.

“Mmm… but are you sure Miki wouldn’t want to join in with us?” she said.

I almost laughed. “No way! She hates me! She can hardly stand to be in the same room with me!”

Erica looked at me saying nothing for a while. Then she said, “What would you say if I told you that you’re wrong? That she only feels ashamed because deep down she wants you the same way I do. And treats you like shit just to cover her true feelings!”

“You’re crazy,” I said shaking my head. “I love you very much, but you’re crazy if you believe that! She hates me, and that’s it!”

Erica shook her head again. “No, Nellie! Trust me, I can read people better than that, you know! I’m not saying I’m a mind reader but I can see many things that others can’t! Miki adores you and I bet she would give anything to get inside your panties. She is just afraid you would tell on her, so she’s never tried anything.”

“But… but… Miki likes boys,” I said in a doubtful voice.

Erica smiled at me and kissed me. “Well… some girls do! Most girls really, nothing wrong with that. But I’ve seen the way she looks at you when you’re not watching. She really loves you Nellie, although she has an odd way of showing it. And besides… she has tried girl sex and she loves that too. I know ’cause I’m the girl she did it with!”

“What???” I could hardly believe my ears.

Erica nodded her head. “Yeah, it’s true! But what we did was just sex. You and I are different, this is love! I love you! Oh my God, I love you so much!”

My pussy was soaking wet and I started to gently rub it on Erica’s thigh. She felt my wetness and smiled at me.

“Oh, you horny little slut,” she said and kissed me again.

“Erica…” I whispered quietly.

“Yes, my baby darling, what do you want? Shall I take down the moon for you? Or stop the wind and the rain? Just say a word and I’ll at least give it a try!”

“No… nothing like that! I want you to fuck me. Please, Erica, fuck me one last time.”

I reached with one hand for the strap-on in her suitcase beside the bed and gave it to her.

“Put it on,” I said. “Please put it on and fuck me one more time. Tomorrow night we will both be in our own homes and I’ll miss having sex with you every night and every morning.”

She smiled at me again. “My sweet little baby whore,” she said. “My horny little princess! Of course I want to fuck that sweet pussy again before we go to sleep. You’re such a little slut! And that’s what I love most about you! But first of all… what do you think I wanna do first?”

I blushed a little, suddenly embarrassed although I still don’t know why.

“Eat me,” I whispered. “Lick my pussy! And let me eat yours!”

That very day she had shaved her soft blond thin pussy hair off and she was as bald as I was.

Erica turned around lying on top of me with her pussy right in front of my face and her face between my legs. I started to taste her slit with my tongue and Erica shivered all over. She did the same for me and I came almost instantly. Then I heard her voice again.

“Be still and relax, baby! I have another surprise for you!”

The surprise was a candle. Thinner than the strap-on-dildo but much thicker than Erica’s fingers. She stuck it up my vagina and kept licking me at the same time. She pushed it gently in and out a few times and then I felt her moving it to my anus.

“Just relax, sweetheart,” she whispered as she slowly pushed the candle into my butthole. I felt the candle in my ass and shivered by excitement and a little fear too.

When about an inch of the candle was inside me she drew it back a bit but not all the way out before she pushed it in again. Deeper this time and then the same procedure again. At last I had a good six inches of candle up my ass and Erica let go of it and started to rub my slit with the dildo. She sucked my clit til’ I almost screamed and right after my next orgasm she started to enter my vagina with the plastic cock.

“Oh, yes… that’s a good girl! Good girl, Nellie! Let it inside you! Relax and let me fuck you! I’ll fuck you so you can’t walk tomorrow.”

I almost cried, that’s how horny I was and Erica had to remind me to keep licking her. I had forgotten everything except the feeling in my own pussy and asshole.

Orgasm after orgasm floated through my childish body. But at that moment I wasn’t a little girl – I was a horny young slut who only wanted to be fucked, licked and sucked.

At last I fainted. Or fell asleep – I don’t know which but next morning Erica told me that I had fallen asleep with the candle still deep up my asshole. She had pulled it out without any reaction from me. That’s how exhausted I was!

The day after we both went back home and I didn’t see Erica for a whole week. But when the first week of school was over my mum said to me when I came home…

“Nel, darling! Monica just called and asked if we would take Erica in for the weekend. She has to work extra shifts at the hospital and Erica’s father Anders… Well, you know how he is! He seems to have a period of drinking again and Monica didn’t want to leave Erica with him. So I said okay, she can sleep in Miki’s bed ’cause Miki is going to Stockholm with the basketball team for the weekend.”

I couldn’t say a word at first. I was soooo happy!

“That’s okay with you, I hope! Isn’t it?”

I put my arms around my mother’s neck and kissed her on the mouth.

“Yes Mum! That’s very, very, very okay! Thank you!”

Continue on to Chapter 5

By Nellie of Sweden

The summer holidays were coming to an end and I didn’t want to go back to town to live with my parents and sister again. I wished the summer would go on forever and that I could keep living in Grandma’s little one-room guest house with Erica, my cousin who had made me her girlfriend and taught me about love and sex. It was just a week left before school would start again and we would have to part.

I had been alone with Grandma for a few days since Erica had gone on a boat trip to Finland with her mother, and I was bored sick and longing for her warm embrace and her kisses.

And just after Grandma and me had lunch I heard the sound of a car coming. The wining sound of breaks which is typical for older Volvos. And when I looked up my heart started pounding hard seeing the old red car that Erica’s parents owned. And behind Aunt Monica in the back seat I saw blond curls and arms and hands waving like crazy. When Erica came out I just wanted to run into her arms but I managed to keep calm. She smiled with her whole face and her eyes sparkled.

“Hi Nellie! Good to see you again! Did you miss me?”

“Well… yeah, maybe a little,” I said with a smile.

That was the understatement of that year. I’d thought of nothing else but being in her arms while she was away.

“Wanna help me with the luggage?” Erica said, winking at me with one eye.

“Sure,” I said and grabbed one of her bags.

Walking towards the guest house, Erica whispered to me so her mother and Grandma wouldn’t hear. “Come on, baby, hurry up! I can’t wait to kiss you again!” I almost died from missing my girlfriend these few days.

Inside the guest house we fell into each other’s arms and I couldn’t help crying from happiness. Erica’s tongue was deep in my mouth, and her hand squeezed my pussy through my panties.

“Oh, God, my darling Nel, I’ve missed you like crazy!”

“I’ve missed you too,” I sobbed. “I’ve been crying myself to sleep every night!”

“Oh, baby, my poor, poor darling! But tonight you won’t have to cry! Tonight I’ll tuck you in! And fuck you to sleep with my tongue and fingers. Oh, God, I love you!”

Sadly we hade to break our embrace because Aunt Monica called. She wanted to say goodbye to Erica before she went back to town. Right after she left Mrs. Johansson came over and wanted Grandma to go shopping with her. At first Grandma said no. She said she didn’t want to leave us alone since Erica just had got back. But Erica and I assured her it was perfectly OK.

“Go if you want to, Erica said. I’ll watch that little brat. She giggled and pointed at me and I laughed as well. Grandma smiled.

“Are you sure?” she said with a wry look on her face. “You know, she can be quite a handful.”

Erica laughed again. “If she gives me any trouble, I’ll just spank her until she obeys.”

They both laughed and Grandma stroked my hair with a smile. “You know she’s only joking, don’t you, honey?”

“Yes, Grandma,” I said. “And if she should try, I’ll spank her instead!”

Mrs Johansson and Grandma took their handbags and Grandma started her little Toyota and Erica and I stood on the front porch waving goodbye to them.

As the little blue car disappeared behind the trees, Erica put her arm around my shoulders. I leaned my head against her shoulder so happy she was back at last. She held me closer and kissed my head.

“Guess what, sweetheart! Aunt Erica has a surprise for her little girlfriend.”

I got curious, of course.

“What, Erica? What is it? Tell me, please!”

She embraced me and kissed me again and again whispering into my mouth.

“Let’s go inside, darling! I want to undress you and kiss you all over! And then when we’re naked I’ll show you my surprise!”

We went inside and Erica locked the door. Then she took me in her loving arms again and we kissed and kissed and her hands were all over me. She pulled my T-shirt over my head and started kissing my little pink nipples making them hard while her hand found its way down into my shorts and inside my panties. I moaned from excitement.

“Oh, Erica, it feels so nice,” I whispered. “I’ve missed you so much!”

“Yeah, baby, I can feel that! You’re soaking wet, darling! It makes me feel welcome back. Nothing like a wet little girl cunt to make me feel welcome…”

“Yes, Eri… You are sooo welcome! Welcome back and welcome inside my panties… and in my… my cunt!”

Our clothes all tumbled around us and soon we both were naked and Erica gently pushed me towards the bed.

“Now baby,” she whispered. “Now it’s time for your surprise. I wanna fuck you! Really fuck you! Look what I’ve stolen.”

She put her hand down into her suitcase and picked up something I’d never seen before. In my eyes it was a plastic penis with some straps on it. A strap-on-dildo of course, but at first I didn’t really comprehend what she planned to do with it.

“What’s that?” I said with a light blush on my face.

“I got it from a lady who left her purse open while standing in line to get off the boat from Finland,” Erica said.

“You mean you stole it?”

“Yea… I know I’m a terrible girl but I couldn’t resist it when I got the chance. And I really, really want to use it with you! Can I, Nel darling? Please! Will you let me pop your cherry and fuck you?”

“Won’t it hurt? It’s so big and my pussy is so small and tight!”

For a few seconds Erica didn’t say anything at all. But then she looked me in my eyes and answered.

“Well… yes.. at first it might hurt a little! But only for a little while, I promise! Then you’re gonna love it! I know I did the first time. But in my case it was a candle about the same size as this cock. Please Nel, let’s do it!”

I was a little scared but I whispered a yes and Erica started to put on the sex toy. We both giggled at the sight of the plastic penis pointing out from Erica’s lovely teen body and she told me to lie down on my back.

“Spread your legs, baby! I wanna eat that little baby pussy first. I wanna lick your cunt till you cum in my mouth.”

I pulled my legs wide apart and closed my eyes. I sighed loudly as I felt Erica’s soft lips kissing my pussy. Her tongue in my wet slit and then the fingers penetrating both my openings while she sucked my stiff little pink clit. I almost screamed from excitement.

“Oh, Erica, it feels so good! Please don’t stop!”

And she didn’t stop. She kept licking, kissing and sucking till I screamed out my orgasm. This time the feeling was so intense that I almost fainted and being so relaxed in my whole body after cumming Erica decided it was time to penetrate me with the dildo.

The pain was really terrible and I cried out loud when she broke my hymen, but as she’d said it was over in less than a minute and I relaxed again letting my cousin fuck me with the big strap-on. Erica looked down on me and smiled.

“Good girl,” she whispered. “God, what a good girl you are! Right now I wish I was a boy and could feel that tight little cunt squeezing my dick!”

“I don’t want a boy,” I said. “I only want you! Fuck me, Erica!”

And she fucked me and rubbed my clit with her fingers till I came again. This time even harder than the first and I probably was unconscious for a minute or so.

Then it was my turn to wear the strap-on and fuck Erica and that was almost as exciting as being fucked.

We finished our love making with a nice sixty-nine session and then we rested a bit in each other’s arms til’ we heard Grandma’s car coming back. Very quickly we got our clothes back on and Erica told me to put some toilet paper in my panties.

“You might bleed a little,” she said. “And Grandma might be suspicious if there’s blood in your panties when she does the laundry.”

“Nope, I said. I won’t have any paper in my panties cause they’re gonna stay right here. As will my shorts! The rest of today I’ll wear my yellow dress and NO panties! So that’s not a problem! And if my pussy is naked underneath the dress you can touch it anytime you want to.”

Erica laughed and told me that she would leave her panties off too.

“Let’s just hope Grandma doesn’t notice!”

Grandma didn’t and it was a very exciting feeling being naked under the dress and knowing Erica was too. When Grandma went out to the garden to get some strawberries for desert, Erica stuck her hand up under my dress. I was a little sore but still I liked the feeling of her hand on my pussy. We kissed and she whispered in my ear that as soon we were back in bed she would fuck me again.

And she did… But that’s another story!

Continue on to Chapter 4

By Nellie of Sweden

After that first day when Erica seduced me we were lovers for the rest of the summer. The very same evening Erica had promised she would give me an orgasm before we went to sleep. But when we went to bed we were both so exhausted that we fell asleep almost immediately. The next morning Erica woke me up with a kiss on the tip of my nose.

“Hey there, sleeping beauty, wake up, will you?”

I had a lovely dream right then and didn’t want to get up but Erica didn’t give up. When I opened my eyes she was in my bed with me smiling and with those lovely green eyes sparkling.

“Wanna go to the lake for a morning swim? In the nude, of course…”

She giggled and so did I.

“What if someone comes and sees us,” I said a bit worried.

“Yeah, and who would that be? There are only two houses here and our neighbour and Grandma were drinking wine last night so they’ll sleep for another couple of hours. Come on, Nellie! Let’s bring a bar of soap and wash each other all over. And then we can make love on the beach.”

Erica kissed me before I had the time to answer. Her tongue deep inside my mouth and I felt my pussy tingling. When she broke the kiss she looked at me and laughed.

“I bet that kiss made your little pussy soaking wet, didn’t it!”

I blushed from embarrassment and denied it which only made Erica laugh even more.

“Don’t lie to me, Nellie! I can read you like an open book. In my wallet there is about 150 kronor (Swedish money – about 15 British pounds) and it’s all yours if your slit is dry! Let me feel!”

I blushed again but couldn’t help laughing too.

“No, you can’t feel,” I said although a part of me wanted nothing more than to feel her hand between my legs.

We put on our beach robes and walked barefoot down to the lake. The water was absolutely still, no wind at all and the sun was shining from a clear blue sky.

Just to be totally sure no one was watching I looked around before I let the robe fall on the sand. Erica smiled at me.

“Last one in the water is a chicken,” she said and we ran like crazy into the water.

The water was surprisingly warm and we swam around for a bit. Then Erica took me in her arms and kissed me again. Then she looked deep into my eyes and smiled again.

“Hey, baby, thank you for yesterday! You’ll never know how much I had longed for touching and kissing and making love to you! Do you want to know a secret?”

I nodded my head yes and Erica actually blushed a little.

“Yesterday wasn’t the first time I kissed your pussy! I did it several times when you were a baby. Grandma sometimes left me to watch you if she had to go to the store or something. I was about your age and you were a baby. A very pretty baby too. I used to open your diaper and look at you and some times I gave you a little kiss. I had learned about girl sex from my best friend Angela and wanted to make you feel as good as she made me feel.”

I was all tingly and my legs were trembling from listening to Erica’s confessions.

“Are you angry with me?” she whispered with a tear in her eye.

“No… no, of course not! I didn’t know how you felt about me. How could I?”

“I love you, Nellie-baby,” she said. “I love you most of all in the whole world. I wish you would be my girlfriend! Will you?”

She took me in her arms and I put my face between her soft breasts and closed my eyes.

“Yes, Erica, I love you too and I would love to be your girlfriend. Now take me back up on the beach. Lay me down on the blanket and make love to me again.”

I don’t remember how we got there but soon we were in the blanket in a sixty-nine position eating each other’s soaking pussies. I even managed to give Erica an orgasm and felt very happy about that. Erica finger fucked me in both my pussy and asshole and I loved every moment of it.

After maybe an hour we heard a voice calling loudly. “Erica! Nellie! Girls, where are you?”

“We’re coming, Grandma!” we both yelled at the top of our voices.

Quickly we collected our things and started walking back hand in hand.

“Fucking always makes me hungry,” Erica said and I laughed.

“Yeah… but I bet Grandma can’t make anything more delicious than what I just ate at the beach,” I replied with a giggle.

Erica laughed too and blinked at me.

“Anytime baby! Anytime!”

Continue on to Chapter 3