Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By hornykate

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

It was my daughter’s friend who started it. That’s unfair. I think the whole thing was the result of a perfect storm (literally!) when all the fates conspired to bring so many things together.

That day started off as any other weekend day. I get up, prepare breakfast for me and daughter who’s still in bed. Mother shouts daughter down etc. You get the picture. Another day in suburbia.

We’re at the table eating, chatting. We have a great relationship. I love her dearly, and she loves me. You want descriptions? Me: Anne, about 5″6′, dark hair in a bob (bit retro), slim, small boobs, not bad shape, face like sally field (if u remember her), and just celebrated 31st birthday. She: Ruth, just under 5ft, sandy brown straight hair, starting to shape out physically. Hips, check. Boobs, check (still tiny but still there). Legs, check. Starting to develop in all the right areas. Oh, and a beautiful face. Smile that melts me, perfect teeth, nose, ears… I’m biased, ok? Oh yes, and she’s ten. Anyway, I digress.

The phone rings. It’s Ruth’s father. He hardly ever calls these days. That’s not a problem for either of us. For the sake of Ruth we always maintained a cordial relationship, and we have this odd situation in which we don’t hear from him for ages. And then he’ll call to take Ruth out for the day. He enjoys his freedom obviously and maybe every now and again he gets GUILT so he makes contact. So the day then gets kinda disrupted as he wants to take her out. That’s fine, I can get on with things round the house, bit of cleaning, bit of gardening, bit of daytime TV, bit of Internet activity, bit of auto-eroticism. I was kidding about the cleaning!

He comes round about an hour later, whisks my baby off to wherever. But as she’s leaving it starts to spot with rain. So that’s the gardening out as well! Within half an hour the rain’s really coming down. That’s when I hear the doorbell. When I open the door, who’s standing there but Ruth’s friend from down the road, Beth. And she’s not dressed for the weather.

Let me tell you about Beth. She deserves her own paragraph. I’ll say this out loud, and I’ll say it with no shame. She’s gorgeous. She’s also, more importantly, a really lovely girl. And she’s… she’s just so sexy. And she’s only a year older than Ruth. I have real trouble around her because I genuinely can’t keep my eyes off her. She’s my (not so) guilty secret.

I always felt her mother dressed her, or allowed her to dress a little inappropriately. She usually wore a skirt that seemed just a little TOO short, a top that showed off a little TOO much tummy, and was loose enough to show a little TOO much of her non-existent cleavage. And her skin was of the swarthy type so she looked constantly tanned. Dirty blonde hair half way down her back. And the clothes I just mentioned? That’s what she was wearing as she stood in my doorway, soaking wet.

“Is Ruth in?”

I composed myself. I’m her friend’s mother, I thought. DON’T stare at her with anything other than maternal concern. “Sweetheart, you’re absolutely soaked,” I said, “she’s out with her dad and I think you should get yourself home and get dry.”

She looked a little downcast, and mumbled something about being locked out.

“Where’s your mother?”

She told me she’d got home and no-one was in so she thought she’d come round to see Ruth.

I invited her in and as she stood in the hallway I went to get a towel. I came back with the towel and some of Ruth’s clothes.

“Here sweetheart, dry your hair and change into these.”

She was actually shivering and I could see she was struggling to get her top off. What should a woman with a daughter the same age (nearly) and a secret yen for this particular young girl do?

I offered to help. And she accepted. So I moved towards her, and took hold of the hem of her top.

“Hold your arms up, baby,” I said.

And she did, so I removed her top and she stood before me half naked and I couldn’t help but look at her chest, her flat chest with her little nipples that stood out because of the cold and wet. And she was lookin at me looking at her. And I think she knew.

“Shall I help you with the rest?” I asked with a voice as tremulous as a nightingale’s song.

She said, “yes…please,” and I almost came.

It all seemed to happen so fast. Doorbell rings and the next thing I know, I’m dry-mouthed and shaky. The only comfortable way of doing this in the hallway was to kneel in front of her, unbutton the skirt and slide it down her beautiful beautiful thighs, revealling her little pink panties. I swear to God I almost said to her, are you wet everywhere? but I didn’t. But what I did say was almost as obvious.

“Shall I take these off as well?”

It was her whispered answer “yes” that emboldened me. I wanted to pull them off slowly, sensually but instead I did it quickly, matter-of-factly. And I was then at eye level with her sparsely haired little cunt. It felt crazy.

You know what she did then? She parted her legs. Only slightly, but enough.

Continue on to Chapter 2

By Amanda

Jenny had not reached acceptance. It had been two weeks since she had confessed her new desires to me and we had not made love since the night with Sarah.

My young lover was coming over to spend the night. I was excited but at the same time afraid because I planned to approach Jenny sexually once we all went to bed. Jen had been distant. It was clear to me, even if not to her, that she was still moving through the shock of discovering this new part of herself.

“I love you, baby,” I said, hugging Jenny and kissing her head. “Are you okay with her coming over tonight?”

Jenny looked up at me and smiled, nodding her head. “How can you be so calm about it?” she asked me. I wanted to say ‘about what’ but I knew what she meant.

“I’ve spent years knowing about this. I ran from my whole life when I first found out. Did I ever tell you that I used to be a teacher?”

“I think you’ve mentioned it.” Jenny fished around the couch for the remote. She found it and turned off the television. “I’m so afraid that what we’ve done is going to haunt her.”

“I know,” I answered. The same thing had occurred to me. Sarah was my first child lover, and was flying blind.

“She’s so different than I was. When my uncle did what he did, I was devastated. I felt so ashamed. I lost my innocence. Sarah barely seems any different, though.”

I’d noticed the same thing. It was what helped to waylay my doubts. Sarah was still Sarah. She was still the same happy, sweet and silly not to mention brilliant little girl I’d always known. “I don’t blame you for being afraid,” I told her. “This is very delicate. Everything we do can affect her for the rest of her life. That’s why we have to be so careful.”

“You know the worst part of it all. I know I loved it. God, it filled a gap I didn’t even know existed until…” She looked up at me, blushing. “I’m sorry.”

I knelt down in front of her and smoothed her hair back with my hand. I reached out and took her hand in mine. “I understand.” And I did. I think for anyone else, being told that you didn’t fulfill your lover’s desires might hurt, but I understood. I felt exactly the same. I wasn’t going to say it, though. Jenny didn’t need to hear that. I slid up on the couch and wrapped my arms around her, trying to make her feel even a little better.

“Would you mind if I went and got her early?” Jenny asked me. I wasn’t sure why she wanted to, but I shrugged, happy to think about having even a little more time with the child.

Jenny broke away from the hug and slowly stood. She took a deep breath before leaving me there to go get Sarah.

I had expected her to be right back. But thirty minutes passed and she was still at Mark and Josi’s. I was starting to get a little worried when I saw Jenny walking across the yard carrying Sarah piggyback. The child had one arm around my girlfriend’s shoulder and in her other hand she held the duffel that she always brought when she came over.

They were laughing as they walked across the porch and knocked on the door. “Mandy!” Sarah squealed when I opened the door. Sarah slipped from Jenny’s back and pushed past her to wrap herself around me.

“How are you, angel?” I asked. I leaned down and kissed her on the lips gently. “And you…” I said looking up at Jenny, “what took so long?” She just shrugged and stepped inside, closing the door behind her. I didn’t need to ask though I knew what she was looking for. She wanted to be told it was okay. She wanted someone to tell her she wasn’t a monster. She wanted approval. Mark and Josi were the wrong ones to try and get it from, though. They tolerated their daughter’s relationship, it could even be said that they accepted it; but approved? That was a stretch. “Am I going to be able to get you to talk about it?” I asked.

Jenny sighed and sat down on the couch. No sooner did her behind hit the cushion that she hopped back up and went into the kitchen. When she came back she was carrying a beer. Whatever had been said had gone deeper than I had thought. Neither of us usually drank, though there always seemed to be either wine or beer in the refrigerator. She sat down, holding the beer in both hands with her elbows on her knees. She stared down at the floor. “I guess I just wanted them to tell me it was okay.”

“Did they?” I asked, sure I knew the answer. Jenny shook her head. She set her beer down and I went to the couch, sitting next to her.

“Oh god, Mandy… I’m so scared!” She broke down into tears as she fell on me in a sobbing hug. I felt tears in my own eyes. For the fear and pain she was feeling. For the shame at enjoying what she had done. I clearly remembered going through the same thing. It was something I would not wish on anyone.

“Shh, baby, it’s okay,” I said trying to comfort her. I stroked her hair softly and gently rocked back and forth almost as if I were lulling a child to sleep.

“Don’t cry, Jenny.” Sarah crawled up on to the couch and wrapped her arms around my lover.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” Jenny said, hugging the girl back and tried to calm herself down.

I put my finger under Jenny’s chin and tiled her head up to look at me. “If you want to hear someone say it’s okay, baby, then she’s the one to ask.” Jenny nodded her head and turned to look at Sarah.

Jenny was debating what she wanted to ask the little girl. I’ve seen that look in her eyes. In the end though she let the subject drop and opened her beer.

I kissed Jen’s cheek and coaxed her to sit back. She snuggled against me and Sarah pushed close to her. She sipped from her beer slowly, holding the can in her lap after each taste. Sarah watched her so intently that Jenny offered her the can. “You want a sip?” She asked. Sarah giggled and looked bashfully at the can before taking it and sipping tentatively from it. She wrinkled her nose and handed the can back with squinted eyes.

“It’s bitter,” she grumbled.

“That’s so little girls won’t drink it.” Jenny teased, poking at Sarah’s belly. The girl laughed and pulled away.

“I missed you, Jenny. How come you didn’t come back after we…” She blushed and looked away. “Were you mad at me?”

“No, sweetie.” Jenny hugged the girl close, kissing her cheeks and the side of her neck. Seeing their exchange touched me. I loved them both so much that it overwhelmed me at times. “I won’t leave you like that again,” she promised, going so far as to draw an ‘X’ on her chest with her index finger. Sarah seemed satisfied with that and kissed her on the lips.

I would’ve been happy just sitting there with my two special girls, but I wanted to take Sarah to play miniature golf. It was something Jenny and I had done a lot when we first started dating. Now with Sarah in our lives, I was hoping it would be something we could recapture.

Trying to be delicate about it I coaxed them both up. “Are we still going to Golf ‘n’ Stuff?” I asked. Jenny nodded her head with a smile and Sarah bounced up and down giggling. I knew she liked playing miniature golf, but she also loved all the video games and the pizza by the slice they had too. It would eat up the afternoon and most of the evening.

You know, it’s funny. Sarah might have been our lover, but she was still so much a little girl and I find myself even now thinking up kid stuff to do. I find myself talking to her as a child. I don’t mean talking down to her, though. I respect her and love her dearly. I listen to every word she says and I value her opinion and feelings. Perhaps that is why I differ from other adults and why she loves me the way she does. And I know she loves me, I see it in her eyes when she says it. I’m different because I think of her as a person, not ‘just a kid.’

That was part of the conflict Jenny was feeling. Her perspective was shifting and she was finding it difficult to trust that Sarah was an actual person with thoughts and feelings and not just a mindless machine that would magically turn into a person on her eighteenth birthday. It isn’t her fault that she thinks that way. Society teaches us that children cannot think for themselves.

That’s not Jenny now, though. This is all the story of what was, of the first steps on the road to where we are today. Knowing that doesn’t spoil the story. Today Jenny and Sarah are inseparable, best friends. They are so close that sometimes I get a little jealous, until I realize that it’s truly a gift that they allow, no no, they WANT me to be a part of their lives.

Sarah happily jumped into the back seat of the car. Jenny pushed the seat back and slipped in behind the wheel. I hate driving personally, so most of the time I made her do it. I even taught her to drive stick so we could take my car. We drove to the mini golf place and piled out of the car.

Sarah ran straight to the air hockey table and begged Jenny to play with her. Jenny was girlie. She might have looked like a twelve year old, but she dressed like a woman. Among her femme traits were her lovely, long nails painted the color of dry blood. She would not risk them even for Sarah. I am not so girlie and with no nails to put at risk I dropped a dollar into the air hockey machine and played Sarah a game. At first I didn’t let her just win. I kept the score very close but in the end I let her beat me by one point.

Jenny went and got our clubs and balls from the attendant. She came back to where Sarah had stopped, transfixed by the demo mode of a video game. I don’t remember it’s name but it had a lot of zombies and the only controllers where a pair of pistols. I was hoping she wouldn’t ask to play it. It’s not that I was afraid it would scare her, I just don’t like the thought of children playing with guns.

“Are you two ready?” Jenny’s musical voice distracted Sarah and she took her club, hurrying us out to the course.

The game was every woman for herself, and Sarah managed to beat us. I don’t mean we let her win, no she actually did better than either Jenny or me. I decided with that, the next time we played air hockey, she was on her own.

We played, ate, played and finally long after sunset, went home. Sarah fell asleep in the back seat as we drove. At home when I reached in to get her she wrapped her arms around me. It always amazed me how kids can hold on to you when they sleep. We took her in. I was going to let her sleep, just lay her in bed and kiss her goodnight, bidding goodbye to my hopes for the night but when I put her on the bed she opened her eyes.

“Don’t make me go to bed.” She whined, sounding desperate. Sarah pushed herself up on her elbows and looked around. She yawned and laid back down so she could rub her eyes. She just looked so much like the little girl she was I wanted to eat her up. God she’s a cute kid. “I thought tonight maybe Jenny would want to do stuff again.” Sarah said, sounding frustrated.

“Well. Lets go have some ice cream and then when we go to bed we’ll tell her we want to do stuff okay?” Sarah smiled and nodded her head. She pushed her way up past me and padded out of the room, almost shuffling her little feet. I followed behind her.

“Hey sugar pop.” Jenny chimed when the girl walked into the living room. “You didn’t wake her up I hope?” She said, almost scolding me.

“No she did it herself.” I said only half paying attention. Jenny had turned the stereo on and it played softly, giving a perfect background to the candles she had lit and set on the coffee table. I looked at her quizzically.

“Well I’m glad she’s up.” Jenny adjusted the volume on the stereo and walked over to the couch, swooping our little angel up in her arms as she did. She kissed and nibbled at the girl’s neck playfully once she sat down, then held her hand out to me. “Come sit with us Mandy.” She cooed in her best little girl voice. I felt my belly quiver. They both sat there staring up at me with big, expectant eyes.

I have a large, soft, fluffy couch, with more than enough room for all three of us. I slid in behind Jenny and wrapped my arms around her from behind. I leaned in and kissed her shoulders softly. She loved feeling my lips, and even gentle bites on her neck and shoulders. I looked up and could see Sarah watching me intently. I winked at her and smiled. “She likes when you kiss her ear.” I offered to the girl. What she really liked though I was not sure I could explain. “Here, watch me.” I said. I leaned up and nibbled at Jenny’s earlobe. I pinched it between my upper teeth and lower lip, pulling and suckling gently. Right on queue Jenny shivered and almost melted in to my arms. Sarah snickered and leaned close. I felt Jenny tense slightly when the girl was close enough that her breath warmed my lover’s neck. Sarah nibbled at her ear and Jenny drew a deep breath, leaning in to the girl’s kiss.

When Sarah finally released Jenny she looked at her expectantly. I know she wanted Jenny to tell her she’d done it right. Finally Jenny turned to her. She leaned close to the girl, smiling. “You gave me goose bumps.” Sarah smiled broadly and leaned in kissing Jenny’s lips with a loud smack as she pulled away giggling.

Jenny reached out and pushed on Sarah’s nose. The girl giggled more and leaned back falling off Jenny’s lap and coming to rest on the cushion, propped up by the arm of the couch, all the while laughing harder. I couldn’t help but laugh myself.

When you’ve been together as long as Jenny and me, well sometimes you overlook the important things like taking time when you make love and just enjoying the experience rather than working toward the final goal. Kids though, they have a way about them, often without even knowing it. Sarah was slowing us down. making us pay attention to each moment and not just focusing on the big payoff. We were both concerned about taking our time with her. having fun with her, playing with her.

Jenny leaned in and pulled Sarah’s shirt up, blowing on her belly, bringing on a whole new cascade of laugher.

After a few moments Sarah got quiet and looked up at Jenny. Her attention slowly moved to me, all the while the smile on her face never fading. “I want to kiss Jenny like you did last time.” She said to me. I wasn’t sure what she meant and I guess my expression reflected that. “When you laid down and she was over you.”

I understood what she meant then. I wasn’t sure though. That seemed kind of, I don’t know, intense for a little girl. “I don’t know sweetie.” I said to her. “Don’t you think you’d be afraid?” She shook her head. “Sometimes you can’t breath and even I get a little scared.” I didn’t want to say too much, I didn’t want Sarah to start being afraid of every new experience so I let it drop there.

I ticked the girl’s sides, leaning against Jenny, melting in to her. My lover pushed against me until my back was against the couch and her weight was on me. I loved feeling all one hundred and two pounds of her pushed against me. Her slight build excited me even with a willing child so close. “Love you, baby.” I whispered. Jenny turned and kissed my lips, a smiled playing at her own.

“I love you too, now lets rough this kid up!” She grabbed Sarah’s hips and shook the girl back and forth comically.

“Your silly!” Sarah laughed, almost squealing.

Once Sarah finally calmed down I moved on the couch until I could lean down and kiss her. I wanted taste her lips, feel her tiny mouth opening up to meet mine. I kissed the child deeply, softly. I stroked her face with my hand. When I broke the kiss Sarah wiped saliva from her chin and cleaned her hand on the couch. I cringed but said nothing. After only two real experiences she child knew what would be coming next. She began wiggling on the couch and moving her legs and I was about to ask what she was doing when I heard one of her shoes hit the floor. The second soon followed. “Time to skin the possum.” She giggled as she held up her arms. Jenny wrinkled her brow and tilted her head slightly. “Daddy always says that when I have to take a bath.”

I don’t know why but I found it somehow curious that ‘Dad’ would be in charge of bath time for a little girl. Perhaps it was my own up bringing, Dad always found somewhere else to be when it was time for me and my sister to take a bath.

Jenny was the closest and so she was the first ‘possum’ that got skinned. I pushed her shirt up and she cooperatively raised her arms in the air as I slipped the shirt over her head. I dropped the shirt on the floor and leaned in kissing her on the neck, nibbling at her shoulder and again at the side of her neck. I reached gently around her and tugged at the clasp on her bra, letting it fall away.

I began massaging her breasts softly, pinching her nipples and kneading the soft flesh. I hardly noticed Sarah sitting up and reaching out until I felt her hand on mine.

The girl pulled my hand away and leaned in, kissing the side of Jenny’s breast. Sarah twisted on the couch and suckled Jenny’s nipples, encouraged by the woman’s soft moans.

Jenny was nearly purring when I finally released her breasts. I heard the gasp though that signaled her attention returning to the present. It took her a moment to collect herself before she reached out and began tugging at Sarah’s shirt. The girl broke away from Jenny’s breast long enough for the shirt to slip over her head, she then went back to my lover’s breast.

Jenny had worn a simple skirt with an elastic waistband. I pushed at it, struggled with it, until she finally rose up and let me roll it over her hips. I didn’t waste any time in pushing her panties off as well.

Without a word Sarah reached out and tangled her fingers in Jenny’s pubic hair. “Why am I the only one that’s naked?” Jenny asked.

Sarah laughed and playfully fell back against the arm of the couch, holding the top of her jeans. “I’m gonna eat you up.” Jenny grabbed Sarah’s feet and pulled them into the air biting down on the girl’s toe. “Starting with your little feet.” The child squealed with laughter and held her hands over her face. Jen immediately dropped Sarah’s legs and tugged at her pants. “Ha ha! I fooled you!” She sang at the girl. This only brought more laughter from the girl and she fought with Jenny over her pants, eventually letting my lover win the battle.

With Sarah and Jenny’s clothes on the floor there was only me left. I was pinned behind Jen and could not undress. The child leaned in close to Jenny and whispered in her ear, then they both moved to look at me.

I burst out laughing as they pounced on me in unison and began pulling, unbuttoning, unclasping and tugging. Before I knew it I was naked and laying on the couch with Jenny kneeling on my legs and Sarah behind my head looking down at me with her big smile. “I still want to kiss Jenny like you did.” Sarah said to me quietly.

I leaned up and kissed the little girl. “Okay sweetheart.” I looked down at Jenny. She had heard and she was nodding her head in silent agreement. I pulled myself up and turned around, coaxing Sarah to lay down.

Jenny crawled up along Sarah’s body, pausing to lean down and kiss her. My beautiful lover stroked Sarah’s cheeks and push her hair out of her face. “If you get scared or anything at all you just tap my leg and we’ll stop ok?” Sarah nodded her head, looking a little less confident as Jenny’s sex drew closer.

I moved on the couch until I was sitting at Sarah’s knees with one of her legs over my lap and the other behind me. I ran my hands along her body as Jenny lowered her body down to meet Sarah’s eager mouth.

Watching my lovely Jen on riding the girl’s face was heart warming. I knew she would probably not be able to climax, she was holding back, trying not to smother the girl. She knew as I did that this was not for her. It was for Sarah’s enjoyment.

Children are so tiny and small and so much more delicate than an adult. Sarah’s tongue, her innocent mouth, they were gaining skill and she was able to shake Jenny’s concentration. Jen was rocking her hips, Moving just slightly, but enough. Just enough to cause Sarah to start tapping at her leg with both hands.

I had been gently rubbing the girl’s body when I noticed her little fingers tapping away at Jenny’s leg. I immediately slid up past Jen as she pulled away from the girl. I leaned down and kissed her on the forehead, terrified that it had all be far to much for her. She was panting and her eyes were glassy. She looked at me and tears rolled down her cheeks.

“Oh sweetie, Oh no, I’m so sorry…” Jenny was almost crying as she hugged Sarah to her.

“It’s okay,” She said with a shaky voice. “I couldn’t breathe.” Sarah took a deep, but trembling breath and pushed back from Jenny. She tried to smile and kissed my lover on the nose. “I don’t want to stop.” She said. The little girl pushed tears off her cheeks and struggled to try and get back down between Jenny’s legs.

Reluctantly Jen let her slide back between her legs. I pulled myself to lay next to her. I stroked her head as she suckled Jenny’s clit and lapped at her honey.

“I know,” I heard Jenny say, sounding desperate. She wanted to come, she wanted to release the torrent she had been holding back for fear of suffocating Sarah again. Jenny stretched backward, reaching behind herself and holding herself up by her arms. She was stretched backward, pulling herself slightly away from Sarah’s face and giving the girl just enough extra breathing room.

Jen ground her sex into the girl’s chin. She reached up, holding Sarah’s head. She started moaning loudly. Sarah drew a deep breath. She had only seen it twice but she was a fast learner. The child pushed her face toward Jen’s sex and I could hear her mouth as she suckled my lover’s clit the way she suckled a nipple.

Jenny cried out and began trembling. She wanted to push her sex into the girl’s face but she was holding herself back. I cannot imagine the restraint it must have taken to be in the throws of an orgasm and remain conscious enough to attend to your lover’s needs.

Jenny laid back on Sarah’s legs and closed her eyes. The little girl was smiling and humming a song as she traced her finger along Jen’s thighs and over her pubic area. Several moments passed before she noticed me staring at her and she smiled up at me. “I did it.” She said, looking quite proud of herself. “Now I’m like you.”

I don’t know which hit me first. The extreme joy, how touched I was that she would want to be like me in any way, or the guilt that she had done something I know frightened her, because of me. I must sound like a weepy girl, but it seemed that since this all started Sarah was always saying or doing something that brought tears to my eyes.

You know, every curse can be a blessing too. I have to endure the pain and heartache of being a pedophile. It’s a burden I would not wish on any one. But if I weren’t, how could I be in love with such a wonderful girl as Sarah. All things considered I’m the luckiest woman in the world.

Jenny was beginning to recover. She pulled herself up and fell forward, covering Sarah’s mouth with her own. She kissed her juices from the girls face before sitting back. Sarah was giggling softly and looking bashful. “But I taste like you.” She said shyly.

“I know.” Jenny stroked her hair. She smiled down at the girl for a long time silently. “I like to taste myself when I kiss you.” Sarah wrinkled her nose and hissed a giggle. She fidgeted with her hands and averted her eyes, blushing fiercely.

A little more relaxed now I wrapped my arms around Jen, moving close to her ear. “You got to make her come last time,” I said to her. “It’s my turn.” Jenny chuckled and nodded her head. She pulled Sarah up and kissed the girl on the nose.

“Want to know what it feels when it’s the way we just did it?” Jen asked. Sarah nodded her head. Happily I took her place laying on the couch. Jenny helped her straddle my head and she lowered the girl down to me mouth.

Sarah inhaled sharply as I drew her clit into my mouth. I slid my tongue across it, feeling her little legs jerk each time she was stimulated. I slid my tongue along her slit, loving the taste of her honey. I lapped at her, I even nibbled, sheathing my teeth in my lips.

The scent of a child’s excitement, the taste of Sarah’s sex was sending waves of fire through me. My face felt hot and my belly quivered uncontrollably. I was chasing Sarah’s tiny clit with my tongue when I was suddenly aware of warm breath near my own sex. Jenny’s knowing mouth covered my sex and I felt her tongue slid in to me before she began lapping at my clit. I moaned softly and the vibrations caused Sarah to shudder.

Jenny’s mouth had electricity racing through my body. I couldn’t stay quiet. With each moan, with each breath Sarah gasped and I knew she was getting closer. I held her hips in my hand, enjoying how small she felt. She was rocking, driving her velvet soft sex down to my mouth, reaching out to my tongue and lips.

Sarah gasped and squeezed her legs around my face. She was shaking and panting as an orgasm raced through her. She gasped a seconding time when I pressed my tongue hard against her clit and tilted my head to push my chin against her opening. “Oh! Mandy!” She squealed.

The child was spent, almost unconscious as she fell to the side against the back of the couch and closed her eyes. My own orgasm could not be contained any longer. Jenny could hear it in my voice and she drove her fingers deep inside me. I must have screamed because I felt Sarah jump next to me.

The world faded to black as the tide, the electrically charged waves washed over me, drowning me in the dizzy high of climax.

Slowly I became aware. Sarah was looking down at me, her eyes were wide and her mouth was open. “Did it hurt?” She finally managed to ask.

“Oh, no angel. Not in the least.”

I didn’t want to move. I wanted to stay right there bathing in the afterglow but as large and comfortable as my couch was, there was not room for the three of us to hold one another.

Slowly I got myself up and coaxed my special girls to follow me to bed. In my room we crawled into bed together and Sarah immediately wrapped herself around Jenny. She kissed my lover’s cheek and hugged her tightly before relaxing. I laid next to them, stroking Sarah’s back.

I think a tiny bit of me was hurt that she had picked Jenny to cling to that night, but as if she could sense it Sarah turned her head to me. She stared at me in the darkness for a long time. “I don’t love her more than you.” She finally said. “But she needs extra hugs, cause she’s more scared than you.”

I couldn’t believe my ears. Jenny and I we so concerned about protecting her, comforting her, and here she was, trying to do the same for Jen. I didn’t see it but I heard Jenny kiss the girl’s head. We drifted to sleep that night, holding hands on Sarah’s back.

The End

By Amanda

It had to be past midnight. I don’t know why but I suddenly found myself awake. It had been a week since Sarah, Jenny and I had made love. We had not done anything since. Partly because Jenny was still processing it I suppose, and partly because I was still a little in shock.

Behind me I became aware of voices. It was Jenny’s almost musical voice and Sarah’s childish whispers. We had been letting Sarah sleep with us when she stayed over but sleeping was all we were doing.

From meaningless whispers words started to form. “…it was fun,” I heard Sarah whisper with a little giggle.

“Yes it was,” Jenny answered.

My eyes felt like they were going to pop when I heard what I was certain was a kiss. And not a little peck on the lips but a full kiss.

“Mmmm,” Jenny moaned. My breath ceased in my chest. What was Jenny enjoying enough to vocalize over?

The distinctive squish, the unmistakable sound of a finger moving in and out of an aroused vagina told me what she was moaning about. Jenny was letting my child lover finger her. Sarah was touching my girlfriend in a way that threatened to make me jealous, but somehow I found it more arousing than anything.

Jenny was acting on her own. I was not influencing her, no more than I had by introducing the idea anyway. I had not fully realized how excited it made me until I slid my hand between my legs and pulled the my panties to the side. I was wet, and not just a little.

Another squish.

I slid my index and middle finger into myself, running them around my clit as I pulled out.

“Mmmmm.” Jenny was trying to be quiet. But why? Why would she want to hide this of all things from me?

I closed my eyes and imagined seeing Sarah’s little fingers sliding in and out of my lover’s body. The bed was rocking gently now. It was Jenny’s weakness. She could be perfectly silent if she so desired but she could not stop herself from moving.

I could see it as if I were facing them, watching. I could clearly picture Jenny’s hips rocking in time with the little girl’s fingers. I could see Sarah’s wide eyes as she took in every bit of the experience.

That was what I remembered most about the previous week. Sarah’s childish wonder with what we had done. The wide eyes and bright smiles as she took in the whole of our sexual encounter. Even when I was young I don’t think my sexual experiences had been met with such wonder and enthusiasm.

A deep breath and I know they were kissing. The unmistakable sound of teeth lightly tapping against teeth, tongues wrestling.

I massaged myself in circles as I listened to the sounds of sex behind me. It was so thrilling to dream dreams of their bodies intertwined. I knew Jenny loved me, and she had always been so fond of my little girlfriend. Perhaps her own fondness was based in something not so different than mine. I wanted to roll over and join in, I wanted to ask questions, I just had to know what drove her to secretly seduce my angel. I kept silent. Desperate to know, but more desperate to experience the orgasm building in my body, I said nothing. I didn’t make a sound.

“Mnnnmm.” Jenny’s tone was higher. She was desperate to cum. Sarah’s little fingers were bringing her close but the child did not posses the skill to take her lover over the edge. I could hear the frustration in Jenny’s heaving breath. “Like this,” Jenny whispered desperately.

I could hear Sarah move on the bed. I could imagine her moving to get a better view of the woman’s hand. I wanted to see them, I wanted to see my dearest loves writhing over each other.

“Oooh, Oooohmmm.” It was Sarah’s voice. I opened my eyes in surprise. I hadn’t thought that Jenny was manipulating the girl’s tiny clit while enjoying the child’s hands on her own body.

Sarah came with a deep breath. Except for that one sharp inhalation she had become absolutely silent. That was enough for Jenny. I could feel her trembling as she came hard.

My own orgasm would wait no longer. Trying to remain still so as not to alert them to what I was doing, I massaged myself faster until the fire raced through me and the world melted away. Time always seemed to stop for me as I came. If it lasted a minute or ten seconds it didn’t matter the world was gone and all I knew want the touch, the manipulations of my clit or devices sliding in and out of my body.

Somehow I managed to remain silent. Nearly out of breath, I relaxed into the bed. I listen to my darlings kissing and talking playfully behind me as I drifted back in to sleep.

The next morning I was awake first. I went the kitchen and started breakfast. I wanted to surprise my girlfriends, I also wanted to have time to think about whether or not I would reveal what I knew to them.

Sarah was the first to come in, but I hardly had time to say good morning before Jenny wandered in and sat down at the table. She looked up at me expectantly. It was another of her quirks. When she cooked she served as well, and she expected the same treatment from me.

I scooped scrambled eggs that had started their day as an omelet, onto her plate. Two strips of bacon and I poured her some orange juice before giving the same to Sarah. After serving myself I sat down and looked first at Sarah. My attention then went to Jenny. I thought I knew her so well but these last few weeks had proven that no matter how long two people are together they can still surprise one another.

“What hun?” Jenny asked, and I realized that I had been starring at her for several seconds now.

“Oh, sorry nothing… How did the two of you sleep?”

Sarah snuffled like a puppy being hugged for the first time by its new owner. Jenny glanced quickly at her then smiled. “Oh great actually.”

“I’m sure, after the way you two came,” I blurted. I covered my mouth with my hand, shocked that I had said it. Jenny coughed and dropped her fork. Her face flushed and she looked away from me. Sarah kept her eyes on her plate but she didn’t seem in the least ashamed.

“Yeah it was really nice,” The little girl said. I laughed. It was so honest. She had no idea why Jenny would have reacted with shame. She had enjoyed the experience and that was all that really mattered.

“You were awake?” Jenny asked in shock. “For how long?”

“Long enough to enjoy it,” I told her. Jenny’s eyes opened wide. “Jen, I don’t know what to say. I mean… I didn’t think you…”

“I didn’t.” She interrupted me. “Not until last week.” She reached out and brushed Sarah’s hair back. The girl smiled and tilted her head into Jenny’s hand. “Last week… It was powerful, being with the two of you I mean. It did something to me. I wouldn’t even know how to describe it… Well maybe… It was like a whole new world opened to me.” Jenny paused for a long time. So long that I thought she was done, and I was about to say something. “I have to see more of it, I… I’m dying to explore it.”

I sat back, eyes wide. All I could do was stare at her. “Wow,” I finally managed to say. Jenny couldn’t look at me. It was endearing, seeing my normally self assured and confident girlfriend looking shy.

“Does it make me a bad person?” She asked, her voice hardly above a whisper.

I knew what she was feeling. I had felt it. Years ago as it dawned on me that my feelings for the little girls in my life, and there were many since I was a teacher, were not matronly. The ‘P’ word. Big stone letters slamming to the ground, causing the earth to shake, threatening to crush me. Cold and cruel the word echoed in my head for years. I ran from it, I ran from teaching, I ran from everything. Slowly I had learned to accept myself. I wasn’t a monster, a rapist, a child molester. Oh I had gone through the five stages. The denial, the fear, the anger… All of it. I had even entertained the notion of joining the church in hopes that it would cure me of this terrible sickness.

The love that truly dared not speak its name. I couldn’t tell any one, I was isolated. But it’s true. In the end you really do achieve acceptance. Not from the world, but in yourself. “You’re not a bad person.” I tried to reassure but I knew where she was. The fear step. Afraid she was bad, afraid it made her a monster.

“I blamed you,” she said to me. “I thought it was your fault… For being what you are. That somehow you’d made me…” Jenny wiped a tear off her cheek.

“Don’t cry,” Sarah’s little voice said. The child reached over and stroked Jenny’s arm. “You’re not bad. I love you Jenny.” Sarah got thoughtful for a moment. Her eyes got wide, “You’re not sorry are you?” She asked with a note of desperation.

“No she’s not sweetie. That’s why she’s crying.” I answered for her. Jenny nodded her agreement. Sarah looked genuinely confused. “It’s hard to explain. I know your father told you people wouldn’t understand but it’s more than that…” I started, trying to help her understand. “People get very angry about grown-ups that do things with little girls. Things like last week.”

“And last night?” she asked.

“And last night. They say that grown-ups that like little girls that way are sick and mean. They say lots of things about us, because they don’t think you or other little girls can make up their own minds.”

“Daddy told me all this,” she said. “He said that I could choose though cause he explained things to me.” Sarah scratched her head. “It’s stupid.” She finally said. “If a kid doesn’t like it all they have to do is say stop, so why does it matter?”

“Well partly because some people that like little girls are mean, and they won’t stop.”

“I’m not afraid,” Sarah said confidently. I felt tears race to my eyes. A child’s trust. Something that was a privilege to have. And that made me think that perhaps we were moving too fast for her. She was so young. So innocent. The sex, her father’s conversations, neither had served to dampen her innocent nature though. I’m sure to her it was just a game, something fun, and she was getting lots of attention from adults. I felt a twinge of guilt that I might be taking advantage of her.

“Sweetie. Do you understand that I loved you before we did things like that, and if you wanted to stop I would still love you?” I asked. Even after all this time I had doubts. I wanted her to know that she was an equal and that she didn’t need to do anything with us to be loved.

I became aware that Jenny was watching our exchange intently. I don’t know what she wanted to hear. What would help her to deal with what she was feeling.

“This is boring,” Sarah finally said, breaking an uncomfortable silence. “Daddy talks to me about it, you talk to me about it…” She looked over at Jenny, “are you going to do it too?” Sarah huffed loudly. “I know I know I know,” she groaned. “If I want you to stop I just have to tell you, but I don’t want you to stop okay?” she asked. She put her hands on her hips and looked at me impatiently.

“Well,” I said. “I guess I have been told.” Sarah turned her attention to Jenny, satisfied with my answer.

“Umm… Yeah, yeah I guess,” she answered, sounding unsure of herself. “I’m going to take a shower.” Jenny left us there for the bathroom.

“So what happened last night?” I asked.

Sarah lowered her head and pushed back away from the table, keeping her eyes on her plate and giggling. “Well I was lying between you and her. And Jenny was awake. And we were talking… And we started kissing.” She stopped. Sarah straightened up in her chair and shrugged her shoulders. “And she started rubbing me, and then… She touched me, down there and so I touched her back.” She said trying to sound matter of fact. I smiled to myself. That was what must have qualified for her as the gory details. I didn’t want to make her any more uncomfortable than I already had so I let it drop.

Some time after noon Sarah went home. She was going to spend the day with her mother and father, and probably go to dinner with them, then come home and back to my house. I sat in the living room feigning interest in the television, but it was killing me, I had to ask Jenny about the previous night.

“Baby.” Jenny looked up at me.

“Yeah?” she said, closing her magazine. She knew me all too well. Any conversation that started with ‘Baby’ took more than a glance and a yes to end. “Talk to me about last night,” I said. “I want to understand. I mean you were really disturbed by all of this at first, and now… Well… I guess you’re still having a hard time but I mean last night had nothing to do with me.”

“But it does, it has everything to do with you. I mean… No I brought her to our bed that night. And it was your first time too…” She looked up at me waiting for me to confirm. That was the question, did I lie to her and say yes or did I confess the incident from the week when I thought she had left me. I had to confess, I loved her to much to lie.

“When I thought you had left me, her and I did some grinding on each other’s legs.”

“Didn’t even wait for the body to get cold.” Jenny sounded angry.

“It’s not like that. God, I was stressed. I thought you were gone. My god Jenny, I thought I’d lost you. And then there she was and I wasn’t thinking straight.” I looked up at her, tears forming in the corners of my eyes.

“I’ll be angry at you for that some other day,” she said after a long silence. “I mean I guess I understand but some day we’ll talk about this again.” Jenny ran her fingers through her hair and sat back on the couch. “I don’t know exactly what I was thinking really. I mean we were talking, and the next thing I know I’m leaning in and kissing her… You know, she kisses pretty good actually, I mean for, you know, being so new to it. God Amanda, she was so soft, not like any woman I’ve ever been with. And that smell. What is that smell kids have? It’s like, almost like powder or something. Whatever it is it was driving me nuts. It just felt natural to let my love for her…” She trailed off. “I don’t know what I’m trying to say.”

“You know I went through this too. Discovering that I was a…”

“Pedo.”

“Yeah. But you don’t have to go through it alone like I did. I’ll be with you I’ll always be here for you no matter what.” I cocked my head to the side and half smiled at her. “Oh, and pedo is what ‘They’ call us, we’re girl lovers sweetie.”

“It sounds so innocent.”

“It is. It’s love sweetie, as real as any other love you can have.”

With sunset I caught sight of Mark and Josi’s car pulling in to the driveway next door. Soon my house would be filled with Sarah’s glow, a felt a calm pass over me at the mere thought.

The knock at the door was not Sarah’s and it was too soft to be Mark’s large hand. I opened the door to Josi’s pretty face.

“Can I come in?” She asked. Her arms were folded across her chest and everything about her screamed parental worry.

“Always.” I let her in.

“A lesbian three way.” Josi said sitting on the couch. “Is that normal for you? I mean I don’t know, do lesbians have lots of wild sex?”

“Some, but not us really.” I answered.

“My daughter hasn’t even had a period and she’s had a lesbian…” She looked over at Jenny. “And you, I thought you were…” Josi slid down on to the couch. “You know I want only my daughter’s happiness. I don’t care if she’s gay, straight or in-between. But we’ve tried to teach her that love is between two people who are loyal to one another. You know, traditional values with a more liberal edge.”

“You’re telling me I have to choose her or Jenny?” I asked.

“I don’t know what I’m telling you. I mean I was pretty wild in college and I’ve never even had a three way. Now my daughter has.” She almost laughed. “How am I suppose to make her understand what this is all about?”

“I don’t know Josi. But she seems content with things the way they are. She loves Jenny, and me… And I think she was really thrilled about what her and Jenny did last night…”

“Last night?” Josi said, her brow raising.

‘OOPS.’ echoed through my head. “Umm, yeah.”

“I don’t want to know.” Josi held her hand up. “I didn’t want to know about the three of you but it was her first sexual experience and she just had to tell me all about it.” Josi took a deep breath. It was obvious that all of this was a bit much for her. “Amanda, please be careful with my little girl.”

I wasn’t sure what I was suppose to say. How could I let her know that her little girl was safe with me? In the end I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her. “I will take care of her.”

Josi hugged me back and I can’t tell you what a relief that was. If she had pulled away I’m afraid I would have had to give up my little love before I’d ever really gotten to know her.

My next door neighbor left and not long after Sarah skipped across my porch and threw my door open without stopping to knock. “Mandy!” She ran the few steps across the living room and hugged me. She began kissing my belly, and not long after went to Jenny to give her the same treatment.

“What do you think about seeing a movie?” Jenny asked, keeping her eyes on Sarah.

“You mean go to a movie?”

“Sure sweetie, my treat.” Sarah crawled up into Jenny’s lap and put her arms around my lover’s neck. Again I was tempted to jealousy, but they seemed so beautiful to me.

We went and saw a movie, and afterward stopped at the Baskin Robins near my house for a cone. I myself prefer Tastee Freeze but I guess that’s because I grew up in the south.

I think a lot of people would be scandalized by a story of a woman, no, two women, having sex with a little girl. I find the whole thing to be a shock, but when you’re there, and so in love, if you could see Sarah’s happy little face. I can’t believe it was abuse. Of course that word, it echoes in your head. Every time that I even dreamt of making love to my little angel it swam around, trying to undermine me. I suppose I talk about being a pedophile like I’ve come to accept it and I have, but it’s hard to overcome the doubts. The world outside is always ready to reinforce those doubts, and with good reason as there are always plenty of people out there that could care less about the feelings of the children they are with. I often find myself watching the evening news, shaking my head and whispering, ‘They give the lot of us a bad name.’

I went into my room almost immediately and changed into the boxers and t-shirt that I normally wear to bed. I was unrolling my sox when Sarah wandered in and crawled across the bed, stopping in front of me and raising up on her knees. She reached out and put her arms around me, pulling me close.

I sat down next to her and stroked her hair gently. “What’cha thinking angel?”

Sarah rose up and kissed me on the lips. She still tasted like Marshmallow ice cream. “Can we… You know… Do stuff tonight?” she asked.

“You’d like that?” She nodded her head. I smiled and hugged her tightly, tickling her sides until she squealed. “Well I can’t speak for Jenny but I think I would like that very much.”

We started kissing. The long loving kind of kiss that ends with you lying on the bed staring into one another’s eyes. I love those moments, the ones where you’re looking into your lover’s eyes and you feel like you’re about to burst. You feel like your heart is swelling up in your chest and at any moment it will spill out drowning you in love.

I’m not sure how long we lay there but it was long enough for Jenny to come looking for us. “Hey you two, careful you’re going to make me jealous.” Jenny slid onto the bed and I tilted my head up to kiss her. Sarah squirmed from beneath me and waited for her turn at Jenny’s lovely lips. “Show me this world,” she whispered to me.

All I could think was that I was as new to it as she was. “Do you want the lights off?” I asked her. I don’t know why but I always felt less vulnerable in the darkness, and her nod told me that the same was probably true for her. I turned out the lights and returned to the bed to find Sarah and Jenny already kissing and undressing. “Hey, now I’m the one getting jealous.” I pulled my shirt up over my head and slid my boxers off.

“I like the way this feels,” sarah said, running her hands through my pubic hair. “Will mine be this soft?” she asked.

“Probably,” I answered. I turned around and took her little face in my hands, kissing her, tasting her, drinking her in. I was hungry for that little girl, her thin lips and baby soft skin. I felt Jenny’s hand on my back. She was stroking me, encouraging me. I made my way down Sarah’s body. I loved to kiss her navel, well any woman’s naval, there was something so sexy about a woman with a slight pooch belly. And Sarah had the beginnings of one on her tiny little stomach.

My lips caressed Sarah’s velvet-soft pubic area. Her mound rose to greet my lips, as if she knew what to expect. A giggle escaped her when I flicked my tongue along her slit, brushing first her clit and then her hole.

She didn’t taste like any lover I had ever had. I am at a loss now, as I would have been then to even describe the taste of a child other than to say fresh. If youth was a tangible thing, something with texture and yes flavor, then that would be what I tasted, I tasted youth.

I began swirling my tongue on her clit. It was no easy task, a child’s clitoris is very small and it took me a while before I got the hang of keeping my tongue on it. Sarah was almost purring, sometimes giggling, and rocking in time with me. She brought her legs up, grabbing her knees with her hands and pulling them apart.

“My turn.” I heard Jenny’s voice and felt her breath close to my ear. When I pulled back Sarah moaned and whined. She opened her eyes and looked up at me.

“Why did you stop?” She asked.

“Because I wanted to do it some,” Jenny answered.

I don’t know what was more exciting. Making love to, tasting, kissing, licking Sarah, or watching Jenny do it. I leaned down and began kissing Sarah, lapping at her tongue. She pulled back from a my kiss after a moment and giggled. “Is that what I taste like?” she asked. I nodded my head and turned to look down at Jenny. I loved seeing her head between the child’s legs. Sarah’s hand wrapped around my own and she squeezed hard. “Oooh, Jenny… Mandy!” she squealed. Her little face puckered up, like it had that night a week before and I smiled as I watched the child climax.

Several moments passed with Sarah lying on the bed staring up at me with a silly smile and sleepy eyes. Jenny came to the head of the bed. We kissed deeply. I sucked on her bottom lip for a moment, growing more excited at tasting the child on her kiss. “How could I have ever ended up so lucky?” I asked. “I have you, and Sarah.”

“Can I do that to you?” Sarah asked me. I smiled down at her and nodded. Slowly Jenny and Sarah coaxed me to lie on the bed. The little girl slid between my legs and began poking at my sex. She traced my lips with her finger… If she only knew what she was doing to me. It was frustrating but so very exciting. “I just do it like you did?” She asked.

“Mmhmm.” I moaned desperately. Jenny traced her fingers up and down my body. She knew what that did to me. Even if I had not had my beautiful child lover poised to attack my sex with her virgin mouth, Jenny’s touch would have set me on fire.

Sarah’s mouth covering my clit, her little tongue fishing for my special button, sent waves of heat through me. I felt like white hot electric fingers were dancing across my skin. My belly tightened and heat wrapped itself around my lower regions. Jenny leaned down and covered my mouth with her own, breathing in my gasp.

As I gained my head again I coaxed Jenny to straddle me, then lowered her wonderfully wet sex down to my hungry mouth. She tasted sweet, soft. And mixed with Sarah’s juices on my own lips it made my head swam.

Jenny undulated, rocked, moaned. She pushed her pubic bone against my nose almost hard enough to hurt but backed off just before it was too much.

My lover’s honey dripped into my mouth and I drank her down. I loved everything about Jenny, her scent, her taste, the little whimpers and moans she made when we made love.

Sarah’s tongue on my clit was doing its job. I could feel the heat building in me. Above me Jenny was not far from climax either. She rocked her hips bearing down toward me, reaching out with her sex for more.

I pressed my tongue hard against her clit and she shivered as she rocked. Jenny reached forward. She wrapped her fingers around the blanket and pulled at it as she began to climax. My lover groaned loudly. She pushed her sex into my mouth and I obliged.

Jenny rolled off of me as her orgasm subsided. Sarah’s inexperienced tongue was bringing me closer now. She was doing her best to imitate what we had done to her.

Sarah reached up, her little hands began rubbing my belly. Feeling those tiny fingers on me was what I needed. The fire building in my loins exploded outward, encompassing me, drawing me out of the world and into the ether, the warm, wet pulsations of a staggering orgasm. I reached down and pulled Sarah’s head gently, coaxing her to press her mouth on me harder. She did her best to satisfy me and it was working as my orgasm brought me to the brink of unconsciousness.

Finally spent I relaxed my hold on the little girl and felt as if I were melting into the bed. Slowly I sat up and hooked my hands under her arms, pulling her up to me. I kissed the child gently on the lips. “I love you so much angel,” I whispered to her.

“That was cool,” she whispered back. “My jaw hurts.”

I laughed and pulled her close. “You get used to it.”

Jenny sat up next to me and began stroking the child’s hair. “I never would have thought…” she trailed off. Eventually we all lay down.

Sarah fell asleep quickly, like children do. Jenny and I lay in bed with the girl breathing deeply between us. “What did you think?” I asked her.

“I don’t know Manda panda,” she said playfully. She reached out and stroked my arm with her finger tips. “It was intense.”

I kissed Sarah’s head, then leaned up and kissed Jenny. “You’re not just saying all this to make me happy are you?”

“Of course not baby.” Jenny caressed my cheek with her fingers. “It’s almost like when I first realized I was gay,” she told me. “But I wasn’t so afraid of that. I mean you know how Mom is, she helped me through it… Now, I don’t even think she could handle this.”

“I wouldn’t think she could. But you have me Jen.” I was trying to reassure her.

“I feel closer to you. Closer than ever before,” she whispered. My heart swelled.

“God, I feel the same Jenny. Like we’re truly soul mates.”

“And I really do think I’m falling in love with her,” she whispered as she leaned close. All I could do was kiss her. I don’t know what I had done right in life, but whatever it was must have been big because it brought me Jenny and my darling little Sarah.

Continue on to Part Three

By hornykate

So there we were, in the hallway, she now naked, me wishing I was. I realized she looked rather vulnerable so I dutifully put a pair of Ruth’s panties on her. She was still wet (though I think I was wetter!) so I needed to dry her. We couldn’t stay in the hallway and I quickly went through the options of where to go. Living room? Better option. Neutral. Non-suggestive. Or bedroom? An option fraught with problems. It’s less neutral. It’s more suggestive. So bedroom it was!

I had no plan. Honestly. At that point I convinced myself I was acting in a purely maternal way. But her softly spoken acceptance of my suggestion to remove her sodden panties was gently echoing through my mind. I manoeuvred her to the bed and gently sat her down. I began by drying her beautiful little feet, and working my way up her legs. She willingly parted her legs to allow me to dry her inner thighs. I couldn’t control my poor heart. I had to stop before IT did. So I climbed onto the bed and sat behind her so I could dry her shoulders, her hair, her back.

She was still naked apart from the panties but she seemed fine with the situation. Then I began softly rubbing her front with the towel. Gently over her chest, down to her slightly chubby tummy, a most beautiful kissable tummy. Then, praise the patron saints of little girls, that’s when she leaned back to rest her head on my chest.

“Are you OK sweetheart?” I asked. She gave a suprisingly lewd gutteral response, like a miniature tiger having its ears stroked.

My hand was by now busying itself exclusively on her baby soft tummy.

“The towel’s wet,” I half-whispered, “I don’t think we really need it anymore. Do you?”

“I don’t think so, no.” she whispered back. The towel went, so there I was stroking her stomach with my bare hand. The skin on skin felt utterly wonderful. And then, there it was again. The parting of her legs. I found it hard to catch my breath. I actually felt scared. The panties she was wearing fit Ruth fine but were a touch small for Beth and from the position in which we were now half lying I could clearly see her darling little pussy lips clearly outlined.

My fingers were now tracing the line of the waistband. I was almost on auto-pilot.

“Do you want me to stop?” I asked.

“I think you’re dry now.” She just shook her head ‘no’ so I continued my stroking of her hem-line. And again, her legs parted. It was now almost obscene. Deliciously so of course. Little girls can sit showing their panties all day long and when it’s artless like that it’s fine. But when an eleven year old is consciously opening her legs in such a salacious way it’s a different story.

Our lives are made up of decisions. Many don’t affect us too much but some are life changing. I was on the cusp of one of those decisions. For it was then that she tilted her head backwards and looked up at me. So I kissed her, I lowered my head and kissed her on the lips. I couldn’t believe it even as I did it. She looked up at me then closed her eyes so I kissed her again. For longer this time. And it didn’t feel real until she opened her mouth. Oh my lord. Have you ever kissed such a young girl? Your heart beats like a humming birds’, your skin prickles, your mouth is dry and you are wordless. It was a kiss of such delicate fragility the thought of seeking her tongue with mine seemed almost bestial but I had to go further. My tongue slid into her open mouth and she responded by touching my tongue with hers. And I hadn’t even realized it but my fingers had at last slipped below the hem-line of her panties. I’ll rephrase that. Slipped below the hem-line of MY DAUGHTER’S panties. And that thought was as other-wordly as the fact that I was kissing and gently fingering her eleven year old friend. For I was by now fingering her little cunt. And, thank the stars, she was kissing me back and was gently moaning into my mouth.

I don’t know why but I was surprised at how wet she was. And I was conscious of my daughters panties getting wet because of my actions. We broke our kiss and she spoke.

“You’re naughty, Mrs Archer.”

“You’re right, I am. But I found you impossible to resist. And call me Anne, baby.” She asked me to kiss her again.

“I’ve been kissed before.” she said.

“Really? Who’s been kissing my little baby then?” I know you’re ahead of me and I should’ve seen it coming but I genuinely didn’t.

“You wont be mad at me?” she asked. A massive hint but I missed it.

“Of course not, sweetheart. Who’s the lucky boy?”

“It wasn’t a boy.”

And that’s when it clicked. And the machinery in my mind started clicking into overdrive.

“Have you guessed yet?” she asked.

“I think so. Do you just kiss?” and as I asked I put my hand back inside her panties (my daughter’s panties, oh my god) and started rubbing her little clit.

“Or do you do other things?” I was almost choking on my words. I wanted to know. I didn’t want to know. I didn’t know whether I wanted to know.

“Just kiss…” she said, “so far.”

Continue on to Chapter 3

By hornykate

We lay on my bed kissing, lazily, like two lovers in no hurry to get anywhere. My hand was again inside my daughters panties as I finger fucked her friend, the beautiful eleven year old Beth. But my mind WAS in a hurry to get somewhere. A little desire had been awakened, and as I continued to finger Beth’s slit this desire grew stronger.

“Baby?” I whispered, “how do you and Ruth kiss?”

“Like this,” she said.

I kissed her more deeply, my tongue exploring her mouth, the saliva increasing. I suddenly stopped, lifted my head, “Like that?”

“Sometimes, yes.”

I kissed my way down Beth’s body, licking her nipples, making the little girl moan, running my fingers along her rib-cage. I moved to between her legs, knowing the connotations of what I was about to do. I slowly started to lick Beth’s cunt through the gusset of my daughter’s panties. I put two fingers into my wet cunt then placed the wet fingers onto the already soaking fabric, spreading my own juice to mix with Beth’s and the wetness my tongue had left. And in my head I was half-imagining this young girl on my bed with her legs spread so wide was Ruth.

I stood up, took her by the hand and said, “Come with me.”

I had to complete this fantasy.

We entered Ruth’s bedroom and I quickly rifled through her drawer to find a favourite t-shirt she often wore to bed. She seemed to know what was on my mind as she wordlessly took it and put it on.

“Climb into bed sweetheart,” I said. She did, and I knelt by the bed and slid my hand under the bed-clothes. And this is when the dark fantasy in my head suddenly became remarkably attainable. Would I do this with my daughter? Was this what I wanted?

My hand was on her thigh. Beth’s thigh, my daughter’s thigh. My mind no longer knew.

“Will you kiss Ruth again?” I asked her.

“Dont you want me to?” she asked.

“Oh I do Beth, I do. I want you to do the things that we’ve done, I want you to do naughty things with her.” My hand was again between her legs, gently stroking her, moving below the pantie line to centre on her little slit, feeling the nub of her clit.

“I want you to do this to her,” I said. I slid my finger into her wet cunt.

“And this.” With my free hand I exposed her upper body and began licking her non-existent chest.

“And this.” I decided to free her of the panties, they were no longer needed to fuel this fantasy, so I slid them off with her help.

“And this,” I said as I lowered my head to lick at her naked little cunt.

“Turn over.” I said and she turned onto her tummy. I kissed her perfect ass cheeks then spread them with my fingers and slowly began to lick at her little rose-bud. She slightly lifted her hips so I continued with more confidence. I wasn’t sure how she’d react to this but this reaction was good. Within a few minutes of this her hole was so wet from my saliva I attempted penetration. And my tongue slipped snugly inside.

I knew what this was. Although I wanted this little girl so much, and though i’d fantasized about this for what seemed ages, and though my focus was now very much on her deliciously undeveloped body, I was also making love to my daughter by proxy. It was my daughter’s cunt I was also fingering, my daughter’s ass I was also fucking with my tongue. It was my daughter who also slipped her tiny fingers into my yearning cunt. I wanted Beth so much, but I knew I also wanted Ruth. A threesome with two underage girls, one of whom was my daughter made me dizzy. At one point, as I again went down on her, I stopped to look, to appreciate what was before me. Her legs were wide open, her cunt wet with her own juices and my saliva, the insides of her childish thighs glistening with all this wetness. I felt like the luckiest woman alive, to have this young girl offering herself to me in such an uninhibited way. I licked the insides of her thighs, her pelvic bone, her adorable little tummy, the soft smooth skin of her arm-pits, her delectable neck, her tiny ears. And once there I whispered to her, “Will you help me with Ruth? I cant do it on my own. I’d like her to join us.”

She just looked at me and said, “Yes.”

She left soon after that, long before Ruth returned. And when Ruth did return it was to a mother who’d just made love to her eleven year old friend. And I felt strangely liberated.

Later that evening when it was getting close to Ruth’s bedtime, she came down from a shower wearing the very same t-shirt i’d fucked her friend in. Different panties though. The others were under my pillow.

“My shirt smells of you Mummy,” she said.

I expected her to ask ‘why’ but thankfully she didn’t. But she did sit down to snuggle up next to me. I wrapped my arms around her little frame and I found myself thinking of Beth and the child-like curves of her body. I thought the return of my little girl would break the spell that had been cast by the dazzling afternoon, but it didn’t. I tenderly stroked her hip and thought of the time I might have my head between her perfect legs.

It depended on Beth.

Continue on to Chapter 4

By hornykate

Ruth’s dad must’ve thought I’d gone slightly loopy, or menopausal. I’d never called him so much to ask him if he wanted to take Ruth out.

“Got a new man in your life?” he asked over the phone. If only he knew, though probably best he didn’t!

But the only time I was likely to see Beth was when Ruth was safely out of the way. Twice we’d tried to arrange it via clandestine texting and twice unexpected events had thwarted all plans. So this was third time lucky.

Ruth’s father arrived spot on time (he was taking her shopping with McDonalds thrown in as a treat for him) and before she’d got in his car I was madly texting. “will you come to see me? I’m on my own”. The reply came obscenely quickly: “yes. 5 mins”.

True to her word, she came knocking on my door and my heart was knocking on my rib cage. I knew she was coming, was expecting her, but I was still as nervous as a battery hen.

As soon as she breezed through the door, I took her into my arms. Had I not, it may have become awkward. I’d have offered her a drink, we’d have sat in the kitchen and reality would have ruined this ethereal tryst. So I was determined to embrace her straight away. It worked. We kissed. We held each other. My eleven year old lover and I, together for only the second time. My fantasy come true. I find most eight to twelve year old girls sexy, but there is a world of difference between being sexy and being sexual. And she was truly sexual. That swarthy skin, that untamed hair. I believed I was in love.

We wasted no time and went straight to my bed. I was no longer nervous. The unfamiliar territory of our first encounter was now a more familiar land and I almost forgot she was only eleven. My God she was so beautiful. I told her I wanted to kiss every inch of her body and, with her permission I did. Her neck, her eyelids, her elbows, the backs of her knees, everywhere. We didn’t have sex, we made love. The whole experience was incredible but the moment she went down on me, when I felt her little tongue on my aching clit was the most incredible of all. In fact it was so good I asked her about it when we lay, spent, in each others arms.

“I was thinking about what you were saying last time, and I’ve been practising,” she giggled.

“Oh yes?” I said, already feeling aroused at what this might mean. “And dare I ask who you’ve been practising with?”

“With Ruth of course.” she replied.

“Oh my God,” I said. “Really? When? Tell me what happened?” So she did. They’d been kissing ‘and stuff’ the other day and, put simply, it’d ended with them both licking each other out. I was fingering myself as she was telling me, the thought of my little lover fucking my little daughter was almost too hot.

“What does she taste like?” I asked, “did you enjoy it? Did she?”

“Yes and yes,” she replied, “and she tastes a bit like you. You dont know how hot she is. I made her come.” And thats when I came, telling Beth what a naughty girl she was, and Beth telling me it was Ruth who was the naughty one, as it was her idea. That was even hotter. And that was when the downstairs door slammed shut and we heard Ruth shout “MUM! I’M HOME!”

Shit, we’d completely lost track of time. Here I was in bed with her best friend, and already she was bounding up the stairs. We had no time to do anything other than cover up. I shouted out “DONT COME IN!” but she’d already turned the handle and in she walked.

“MOTHER! OH MY GOD!” and she ran to her room.

Beth shot out of bed and followed her telling me “It’s OK, I’ll talk to her.” I admired her ‘can-do’ attitude but doubted she could make the whole thing better.

I lay in my bed, mortified, for the best part of half an hour when the door slowly opened and in walked Beth, holding Ruth’s hand. And they were both naked. I held out my arms for her, she came to me and I held her naked body to me as Beth knelt behind her. My recent mortification had vanished to be replaced by a feeling of super-charged sexuality. My nipples hardened as they rubbed against my daughter’s budding breasts, already more noticable than Beth’s flat chest. I was becoming very aroused and judging by Ruth’s puffy nipples, so was she. Beth leaned forward and gently turned Ruth’s head so she could kiss her. And what a kiss. Passionate, open-mouthed, tongues exploring. Hotter than I could ever have imagined. I leaned forward myself and we all kissed together, three mouths, three tongues.

We collapsed on my bed and I pulled the covers over us. Ruth ended up lying between us, I put my hand on Beth’s shoulder and traced her arm towards her hand, my mouth going dry as I realized where her hand was. I placed my hand over hers and mimicked her movements, so as she fingered Ruth, so did I. If she slid a finger into Ruth’s cunt so did I. We all kissed again, then Beth moved her head out of the way leaving me and Ruth kissing like lovers.

“Sorry I shouted, Mum,” she said, then squealed as Beth’s tongue invaded her little cunt.

It was no longer fantasy. We had awakened.

By Jeneee

Girlish giggles and whispers soon entered the room as Amanda appeared from the hallway hand in hand with one of the sweetest little girls I had ever seen. She was obviously a little older than Amanda and as they both approached us on the couch I knew right away that this had to be the new friend she had told me about, the daughter of Kayla’s girlfriend’s sister. Wearing a short, flared yellow skirt and a silky looking white top, she smiled somewhat shyly at me as the two of them stopped in front of us.

“Gloria, I’d like you to meet Kimmie. She’s my new girlfriend and I told her all about you at the hospital and how you were making that new thong fit me, and I just told her I got it on now so she wants to see it but I don’t think her mommy would like me showing her here so we’re going to run off to my bedroom quick. Okay?”

I smiled back at Kimmie as Kayla chuckled beside me at the words that came pouring from Amanda’s mouth. She spoke as quickly as she could, obviously wanting to get everything out before Kimmie’s mother followed her into the room. That would be any second now I knew as I could hear voices approaching us from the hallway, and Kayla, who had been listening with amusement to her daughter, rose to her feet to welcome presumably her girlfriend and her older sister to our little get together. “You can come with us if you want to,” Amanda added, bending down to whisper in my ear as she tugged Kimmie’s hand to lead her away, quickly grabbing her panties from the couch in her other hand.

“Maybe in a little while,” I mouthed to her as the pair skipped quickly away through the kitchen just in time as the other adults appeared in the doorway and were waved in by Kayla. Now it was my turn to be introduced.

“This is my girlfriend, Sylvia,” Kayla said as she hugged the younger of the two. “This is Gloria, hon. She’s the one I was telling you about that we met at the mall a week ago, remember? And,” she added, turning to the other woman, “this is her sister, Lynne.”

I stared at Lynne as something suddenly nagged in my mind. Then it hit me. And it must have hit her at the same time because her face turned deathly white. “Oh my god!” I exclaimed and then blurted out before I could stop myself, “You’re the one I caught with my mom that day. That day I came home from school early. You and her were…”

“…Oh please don’t say any…” she gasped, interrupting me. “Please…” she stopped, shoulders slumping, hands quickly rising to cover her eyes as if to wipe out a memory, a memory that she now realized would no longer remain hidden in her past. I saw the tears begin to slowly roll down her cheeks below her hands as she now knew it was too late.

Her secret bi-sexuality was about to be revealed.

“Sis?” Sylvia asked, looking first at Lynne, then back at me, as Kayla looked on wondering what was happening.

“You two know each other?” Kayla asked, looking curiously at me.

I nodded. “My mom and her were…friends. Well, a lot more than friends,” I added, my mind flashing back to that day school had finished earlier than usual and remembering the two of them kissing wildly as my mom’s hand had tucked itself down the front of Lynne’s panties, her dress raised high over her hips. I knew my mom had a girlfriend but so far I’d never actually seen them together, and I just stared in silent awe at the scene in front of me, speechless, watching in fascination as the two of them kissed and felt each other, not realizing I was there. Unknowingly I had gasped loudly and that’s when Lynne saw me and let out a screech as she pulled away from my mom and tugged her dress down, turning around and fleeing from the room and the house, never to return or even see my mother again.

Later my mom had explained that Lynne was paranoid about being found out by her family, especially since her sister, who I now knew was Sylvia, was a lesbian and was frowned upon by the rest of her family. What a hypocrite, I had thought to myself, as I’d apologised to my mom about breaking up their little scene, and as it turned out, breaking their relationship too.

Now, as Lynne’s embarrassment at being caught mounted, Sylvia came to her rescue and went over to give her a hug. “It’s okay sis, we’re all friends here, and I’m astounded that you could keep this to yourself and hide your real feeling from us all this time. But the person you really owe an apology to is your sweet daughter who, after all, is only taking after her mom – and me of course,” she added with a giggle.

Lynne removed her hands from her face which was soaked from her tears and put a hand to her sister’s face and looked her sadly in the eyes. “I’m sorry, so sorry, but I was afraid of breaking up my marriage because you know how straight he is and how he tried to make sure you and Kimmie were never alone together, and I went along with it, of course. Where is she, anyway?”

I chimed in, giggling, “She’s in Amanda’s bedroom, looking at the thong I fitted for her. It might be a good time for her to find out the truth about you though, before she feels any more guilt about going behind your back. Oh, and by the way, my mom did forgive you for running out that day, and it was quite an eye-opener for me too. It wasn’t every day I saw her with her hand in another woman’s panties.”

That had the effect of breaking the tension, and everyone giggled at the strange turn of events. “I think we’re all going to have a fun time this afternoon,” Kayla remarked, as we all quietly followed her down the hallway to Amanda’s bedroom. The door was closed, and we stood outside looking at each other wondering whether to knock or call out. As Sylvia finally put her hand on the doorknob we heard giggles from inside, followed by a ‘shhhh, they’ll hear us.’ Sylvia hesitated again but Kayla pushed past her and knocked loudly.

“Are you two coming to join the party or are you going to hide away in there all day?” she called out. “What’s going on in there anyway?” More like what’s coming off, I thought to myself as Kayla suddenly decided and pushed open the door, causing a screech from within as two little girls were immediately caught, literally with their pants down.

What greeted us were two young girls trying to quickly scramble to cover themselves after Amanda had shown Kimmie her new thong and then let Kimmie try it on after removing her own undies. Amanda had been able to grab her own panties and was in the process of pulling them up, while poor Kimmie was caught with the thong tightly pressed against her pussy, her own panties on the floor beside her, not knowing what to do as she felt her mother’s astonished eyes staring at her. She froze, tears coming to her eyes as she waited for the inevitable scolding she knew was about to come. But to everyone’s surprise, Lynne burst into laughter as she took in the scene before us. She quickly moved over to her daughter and hugged her telling her it was okay, she wasn’t in trouble. She then stood back a little, glancing down at Amanda’s thong hugging her so obvious cameltoe and looked back up at the surprised Kimmie saying, “It looks good on you sweetie. Maybe we should ask Gloria to do one for you, too.”

Collective sighs of relief spread around the room as what looked like could have been an explosive moment dissipated rapidly. “I thought you’d be so mad at me Mommy,” Kimmie said, hugging her mother tightly. We all watched this tender moment and a few gasps escaped the even more surprised onlookers as Lynne’s hand slowly slipped down her daughters back and gently cupped her naked butt, squeezing it lovingly as she kissed her first on the tip of her nose and then on her lips.

Pulling back a little from the now even more surprised Kimmie, she confessed, “I haven’t really been honest with you all these years, sweetheart. I’ve been fighting my own feelings, but seeing Gloria again,” and she nodded over to me, “I realize I just need to be myself. You see, Gloria’s mom and I used to be really good friends; well, more than friends,” and here she actually blushed, “but when Gloria burst in on us one day after she came home from school, I felt so guilty and rushed away and never saw her mom again. Then when I heard she died it really broke me up, and stupidly I thought it was punishment for me because of the way I had felt about her. And on top of that, my sister being the way she is and the way your dad looked down on her – well, it all affected me so much that I tried to reject my own feelings and also did all I could to keep you and Sylvia apart, afraid that she would corrupt you, and,” she giggled, “I guess I failed at that too, didn’t I?” she added, looking over at her younger sister.

As Kimmie gazed up at her mother, a big smile on her face, Amanda couldn’t hold her tongue any longer. “So,” she said, hands on her hips, her panties still at half mast, wondering if she was going to get her thong back from Kimmie, “you don’t mind if me and Kimmie are girlfriends then?”

Lynne looked over at her, smiling broadly. “Of course I don’t, sweetie.” And she took hold of Kimmie’s hand and led her over to Amanda, sneaking a quick look at the young girl’s adorable pussy. “Here, I give you my daughter as a gift from me. Just make sure you look after her and never hurt her.” And in front of us all the two girls hugged, then kissed as they quickly shuffled over to Amanda’s bed where they stretched out together, Kimmie sliding Amanda’s panties off all the way as she spread her own legs to allow Amanda’s hand to pull aside the silky material of the newly acquired thong and, in front of us all, slip her fingers inside her new girlfriend’s rapidly moistening pussy. What followed was a delicious display of two young girls deeply in love, inspiring us adults to give way to our own rapidly arousing desires.

Needless to say, the rest of the afternoon passed by in an almost frenzy of activity, which included me getting to know my mother’s old girlfriend much more intimately, (mmmm this is for you, Mom) as Sylvia and Kayla alternated between watching us, watching Amanda and Kimmie, and enjoying one of the hottest moments of their lives together.

And just in case you are wondering, and I’m sure you are, as the afternoon wore on, the pairings evolved into three or more of us together at the same time, which became a little complex but we managed. And how we managed!

And, yes, that cute little butt in those tight, bright, yellow shorts that started this whole tale in the mall in the first place, did eventually find itself in my competent hands. It was a dream come true. Spreading those firm, round, smooth cheeks and sliding my tongue slowly up and down in between, then dipping it into her delightfully musky rosebud, made everything that occurred over the past week worthwhile.

And when the one person I had yet to meet, the nurse Susan from the hospital, rang the doorbell as we were pausing from our activities to catch our breath, and told Kayla that her schedule had changed and that she took a chance in coming over now instead of Sunday….well, I’ll leave it to your fertile imaginations to picture the rest of the evening. If I remember, we did get around to eating much later on. Food, that is! Giggle.

By Jeneee

I was woken from a juicy, erotic dream early on Friday morning by the telephone ringing frantically beside my bed. The little girl I was babysitting had been laying on her tummy sprawled out on the floor in front of me watching her favourite show on television, short, yellow dress not quite covering her cute, plump butt, revealing loose, pink panties which had gone askew from her squirming, leaving one of the puffy lips of her vulva peeking out at me – can you picture that, dear reader? – I thought you might be able to. (Insert sly wink!)

It was as I was in the process of kneeling down beside the little sweetheart, about to re-adjust her panties for her – giggle – that the telephone dashed my hopes of even letting my fingers briefly caress that sweet lip, as it cruelly woke me up with a start. Damn! Yawning, I reached over and lifted the receiver gently to my ear.

“Hello. This had better be good. I’m still asleep,” I managed to say. This was met by a chuckle from the caller whom I immediately recognized as my manager at the restaurant.

“Sorry, Gloria. I know you worked late last night but we just had a call from Robert. He’s not able to do his shift on Sunday afternoon – some kind of family emergency – so I wanted to catch you as soon as I could to see if you can cover for him. I know it was supposed to be your day off, and that it’s really short notice, but I can offer you time and a half if you can help us out. Plus you can have Saturday off instead, if you like.”

She really sounded desperate. I groaned. But I could use the extra money, that was for sure. “I guess I can manage it,” I replied half-heartedly. “What time do you want me to start?”

I heard a sigh of relief. “Can you come in at 11:30? And stay through the dinner hour? Please?” my manager asked, almost begging. I agreed, hanging up the phone and pulling the blanket back over me intending to snuggle back to sleep again to see if I could resume where I’d left off in that dream. But just as my eyes were closing something caught my attention and I jerked up again, staring at the white thong I had left hanging over the back of the chair on the other side of my bed. Then I remembered. There was a chance that some part of my dream might actually turn into reality after all.

“Damn,” I said out loud. I’d invited Kayla and Amanda to come over on Sunday afternoon to see if the thong I had painstakingly altered for the little girl would fit her. I’d have to call them and reschedule. Wanting to catch them before they left for school and work – at least, I assumed Kayla worked – I forced myself out of bed again to look for their telephone number that I remembered I’d written down on the backside of the sales receipt for the thong. After a brief search I found it and punched it into the phone’s key pad.

“Hello, is that you Sylvia?” someone answered.

“Er, no, this is Gloria. Remember me? We met at the mall last weekend and I took home the thong you bought for your daughter to see if I could adjust it for the little girl – Amanda’s her name, if I remember correctly. You were going to come over to my place on Sunday to see if it would fit properly. I’m sorry to call so early but I wanted to catch you before you all left for the day because there’s been a change of plan.”

There was a brief pause, and then, “Oh, yes, hi Gloria. This is Kayla, and yes, I do remember. I’m so sorry. I thought you might be my girlfriend, Sylvia. She is supposed to call us this morning to let us know how she is feeling. She just got out of the hospital yesterday and we’d invited her to come over for dinner tomorrow if she was up to it. So much has happened since we met you that I almost forgot about our appointment. In fact Amanda had thought all along that you were coming here to fit it, so I’m so glad you called. She’s been so looking forward to seeing you again”

And so was I. But now there seemed to have been a communication problem. “Well, I’m glad I caught you then. I just got a call from work and I have to go in now on Sunday so I won’t be able to see you. But I have made some adjustments to the thong and I wondered if you might be free on Saturday instead so that Amanda could try it on to see if it fits her,” I suggested, hopefully. “And I’m so sorry to hear about your girlfriend. I hope she’s going to be okay.” There was a pause for a second and then I could hear Kayla calling out to Amanda telling her that her thong was ready for her to try on, followed by a screech from the little girl at the news that it was me her mother was talking to.

“I guess you heard the reaction from Amanda when I told her you had her thong ready,” Kayla laughed. “She told me to invite you over for dinner tomorrow and bring it with you. As I mentioned we’ve also invited Sylvia and her sister, along with Kimmie who is her sister’s thirteen year old daughter. Amanda and I met them at the hospital when we went to visit my girlfriend last weekend after the accident. It was the first time Amanda had met Kimmie and they hit it off right away. So, can you come? It should be a fun party, I promise,” she giggled.

“Yes, I’d love to,” I replied after a moment’s thought, once again picturing the young girl trying on her new thong, and maybe, just maybe with an audience too, I thought smiling devilishly to myself. “What time should I get there?” I asked.

“Come early if you like, Gloria. We’ll probably eat around six but any time in the afternoon is okay.”

I thanked her, said goodbye and rolled over once more, but since I was now wide awake I decided to head for my shower where my fingers soon found their way to my wet pussy which had easily become aroused at the vision of the little girl with her new thong snugly adhering to her. Not that my dream hadn’t also got my juices flowing.

Saturday couldn’t come soon enough for me and work at the restaurant seemed to drag that Friday. Eventually, however, it was time for me to get ready for the fun dinner party Kayla had hinted at and since I wasn’t sure what to wear I settled on the pretty yellow dress I’d had in my closet for several months, one I rarely wore due to my busy work schedule and my limited social life over the past year. Feeling a bit daring I also wore one of my own cute thongs instead of panties, subconsciously wanting to have something in common with Amanda I suppose. I styled my hair, put on lipstick and a trace of eye-liner and blush, and then giggled to myself as it began to appear as if I was getting ready for a date – with a sexy looking ten year old. I chose a bottle of red wine from my small wine rack, slipped the white thong into my shoulder bag, and left the house at just after three since Kayla had suggested I come early. Wasn’t I eager? I thought to myself, laughing as I backed out from my driveway. Ten minutes later I arrived at their two storey house, parked in their driveway and rang the doorbell.

I immediately heard footsteps racing to the door which was quickly opened by a smiling Amanda who greeted me with a hug and a “can I try it on now, Gloria?”

“Let the poor lady come in, you eager little beaver,” chided Kayla who had followed her daughter to the door. “Honestly, remember your manners, Amanda.”

Looking a trifle guilty the young girl apologized and helped me off with my jacket while Kayla accepted the bottle of wine I had brought with a smiling thank you. Amanda closed the front door behind me and eyed the small shoulder bag I was carrying with her precious thong inside, barely able to refrain her enthusiasm. Together they walked me down the hallway to a cosy looking living room and we all sat together on a comfortable couch. “I’m glad you were able to come early,” Kayla said. “At least Amanda can try on her thong without an audience,” she laughed. “Although I’m sure she wouldn’t mind if the whole world was watching,” she added, smirking at her daughter as she ruffled her hair.

“I don’t mind if Sylvia and Kimmie see, but her mom’s a grump so she’d probably have a shit fit,” Amanda blurted out.

“Amanda!” Kayla scolded. “Watch your language!” I wondered what this mom was really like. I guess I’d find out soon enough.

“Would you like a drink, Gloria? Or shall we deal with this impatient little devil first,” Kayla asked. I looked at Amanda’s eager face and smiled at her as I reached inside the bag to pull out her new thong.

“I guess that answers that question,” Kayla laughed as Amanda quickly stood up and without any sign of embarrassment lifted up her skirt and pulled down her panties, throwing them on the couch, leaving her pretty and now so naked pussy at eye-level in front of me. I couldn’t take my eyes off her sweet, puffy lips staring me in the face, so soft and plump looking, so deliciously provocative. She put her hands on her hips and swivelled them a little, jutting out her mound toward me, giggling at my reaction – if indeed you could call my staring motionless at her pussy a reaction.

I gulped. “It’s a shame to have to cover you up,” was all I could manage to stutter as I sat there dangling her thong in my fingers. “You are so beautiful…there,” I added, finally tearing my eyes away and glancing up to look into her mischievous-looking face smiling slyly down at me.

“Well, let’s see if it fits,” she giggled, “then maybe you can uncover it again,” she added teasingly. Who was I to argue with such a suggestion? She daintily lifted a leg so that I could slip one foot and then the other into the lacy, white thong as I knelt down in front of her and slowly started to slide it up her slim legs until it finally reached that delicious juncture between her thighs. This was the moment I had been dreaming about for several days now and I wasted no time snugging the shiny thong against her pussy and then raising the tiny waistband I had created over her slim hips, feeling the narrow band floss gently between the firm globes of her well formed ass cheeks. It was a perfect fit.

“Oh, it looks so beautiful on you,” Kayla told her daughter, leaning down the kiss the young girl on her forehead as Amanda slid her hands down to pat her vulva and enjoy the way her new thong tightly cupped her pouting pudenda.

Amanda looked down at me as I stared fixedly at her, pleased with the way my efforts had turned out. Then she quickly threw her arms around my neck and hugged me tightly to her, my face pressing against her soft, warm flesh. “Thank you so, so much, Gloria. It’s so perfect; and I can hardly wait to show Sylvia and Kimmie when they get here – and I don’t even care what Lynne says,” she added with a pout.

“Lynne?” I asked.

“Oh, she’s Sylvia’s sister, Kimmie’s mom. And she’s a bit of a poop,” Amanda explained with a frown. So, now I knew the mom’s name and for some reason something twigged in my mind but I quickly shrugged it off.

“Now, now, sweetie,” Kayla scolded her daughter. “She’s just not used to our open lifestyle. And Kimmie is her little girl so she’s just being protective, that’s all.”

Before Amanda could respond, however, the doorbell rang. “They’re here,” she screeched, and she quickly let her skirt fall back into place and started to head out of the room running toward the hallway.

Kayla called out to her to slow down, but to no avail. Shaking her head she sat down beside me, poured us both a glass of wine and thanked me again. I noticed Amanda’s panties which the little girl had tossed onto the couch in her haste to try on her thong and reached over to grab them. “What shall we do with these?” I asked, dangling them between my fingers.

Kayla laughed. “Nothing,” she replied, winking at me. “Just leave them there and let’s see what happens.” Something told me the party was just about to begin. But was I in for a shock.

Continue on to Chapter 10

By Jeneee

Amanda stared at her mother and Sue, waiting for an answer. But all she got was silence accompanied by a slight trace of a smile on the corners of her mother’s lips.

Then, “I’m feeling really thirsty now, Sue. How about you?” came from her mom. Amanda glared at them both, wondering what was going on – wondering what kind of new experience they had been whispering about cooking up for her.

Sue smiled. “Yes, I could use a drink too. How about a beer, Kayla?” she asked.

“What happened to the wine you were both going to have?” Amanda asked with a frown, hands back on her hips again, her chest slightly thrust out, puffy nipples plainly visible through the tight material of her white tee.

Her mother shrugged. “Changed my mind, hon. I’m too thirsty for wine right now,” she explained.

“Me too,” agreed Sue, looking at Amanda, noticing with a smile her obvious attempt to show off her cute budding breasts. “All that great loving you gave me has made me really thirsty, sweetie. Oh, and what would you like to drink, hon?” she asked the little girl.

“Coke, I guess, since mommy won’t let me have wine and I’m sure she won’t let me have a beer either,” she added with a scowl. “Besides, I don’t much like beer anyway,” she added.

“Since when have you ever had beer before?” Kayla wanted to know, staring back at her daughter in surprise.

Amanda grinned. “Sylvia gave me a taste of hers one night while we were watching a video when you’d run out to the store for a few minutes. But it was yucky, so I’m sticking with Coke.”

Sue nodded. “Coke it is then. And I’ll make some sandwiches for you and your mom while I’m in the kitchen,” she added. “Be right back.” And with a wink at Kayla she left the living room, not bothering to cover her own beautiful breasts which swayed enticingly as she walked away from her new friends, nipples still firmly and gloriously erect.

“What’s going on, Mommy?” Amanda demanded. “What was all that whispering about? What are you both up to? Huh? Mommy? Answer me!” But Kayla merely smiled.

“Sit down, sweetie,” she told her daughter, pointing her hand toward the couch. “I’m so proud of the way you made Sue cum, honey,” she told Amanda, cagily changing the subject. “We’ll have to invite her to come over to dinner with us next Sunday, too. I know Sylvia will want to meet her.” And I’m going to have to have a word with that girlfriend of mine about giving you beer to drink, Kayla thought to herself.

“Yeah, but Lynne’s coming too, so we won’t be able to have any fun,” Amanda said with a frown, remembering what a sourpuss Kimmie’s mom had been at the hospital. But then she smiled a little realizing that maybe she and Kimmie could escape to her room sometime during the evening for a little fun of their own. She was dying to tell her all about Sue, anyway. She’ll be so embarrassed when she finds out she heard us pissing and playing in the washroom, she giggled to herself.

Doing as her mother asked, however, Amanda sat down once more on the couch, hugging her knees to her chin, heels resting on the soft leatherette, not caring that her short blue skirt did nothing to hide her nakedness underneath. Sitting across from her in the armchair, Kayla looked fondly at her daughter’s sweet pussy, lips now squeezed together and pouting proudly from between her slim thighs, still swollen and moist from Amanda’s obvious arousal – the after-effects of her hot session with Sue’s willing cunt. Her own pussy was leaking now following her brief involvement with the nurse but more so from knowing what Sue had in store for her little girl once she’d been given the okay. As Kayla continued to eye Amanda’s pussy she absentmindedly caressed her own breasts underneath her yellow blouse and, thinking what the hell, she untied it, letting it hang loose showing off her boobs and their hardening nipples to her daughter. “Why don’t you take off your tee, too, Amanda,” she told her daughter. “We might as well all go topless,” she laughed, cupping her exposed tits and bouncing them up and down.

Amanda did as she was asked and rubbed her palms over her budding little breasts, causing her nipples to harden even more.

At that moment Sue returned from the kitchen carrying a tray loaded with sandwiches and drinks, which she placed on the coffee table, eying her now half-naked guests with a smile. “It looks like you’re really making yourselves at home now. I love the view,” she said with a wink, sitting down beside Amanda and passing her a can of Coke. After pouring a beer into a glass she handed it to Kayla and then poured one for herself. They all clinked their glasses together and spent the next half an hour or so chatting and giggling, getting to know each other a little better.

Eventually, after the sandwiches were all eaten and a few more beers had been consumed Sue announced with a smile that the time had come for a little more fun. “I don’t know about you, Kayla, but I have to pee, real bad.” Kayla, picking up the cue, nodded in agreement. “And since you seem to love pee games, Amanda, we thought we’d introduce you to a new little twist,” Sue continued, “something we nurses know a little about,” she added with a coy look on her face. “Okay Kayla, panties off,” she ordered Amanda’s mom.

As Kayla stood and slipped off her panties Sue reached over to a cloth bag she had brought into the living room unnoticed by Amanda and pulled out a short length of clear, narrow tubing. “This,” explained Sue, “is what we refer to in the medical profession as a catheter,” she told the young girl who was looking curiously at it and wondering what it was for. “Your mommy has to pee real bad after all that beer – actually so do I but I can wait – and we’re going to insert this tube into her urethra to help her.” Kayla smiled at the quizzical look on her daughter’s face.

“Into her what?” Amanda asked, looking puzzled.

“Her urethra,” Sue repeated. “That’s another name for her pee hole,” she giggled, watching the look of amazement spread over the young girl’s face.

“But that’s gonna hurt, isn’t it?” Amanda said, looking doubtfully at her mom.

“No, I promise it won’t,” Sue assured her. “We just smear a little lubricant on it and slide it in very carefully,” she told her, pulling a tube of what looked like ointment from the cloth bag and squeezing a little dab onto her finger, wiping it around the tip of the catheter. “See? Just like that. Now, sit down and spread it,” she told Kayla with a smile. Amanda watched her mother sit on the couch and spread her legs wide. “Now, watch carefully, honey,” Sue instructed the little girl, motioning for her to kneel down beside her. And as Amanda looked on in amazement she saw the nurse spread her mother’s pussy open wide, exposing her pee hole to which Sue touched the end of the catheter and slowly twirled it, nudging it carefully bit by bit inside leaving about six inches or so dangling from her lips.

“Now comes the fun part,” Sue announced with a big grin as she reached once more into the cloth bag. Amanda gasped in surprise as she saw what the nurse pulled out this time – a plastic looking dildo shaped exactly like a cock. Just like the one her mom had at home – the one she’d told the nurse she’d had in her pussy and asshole when she and her mommy played together.

“We’ve got one like that at home,” she told Sue. “Don’t we, Mommy?” she added, grinning at her mother.

“Yes, I know,” Sue said, “but not exactly like this one,” she explained, winking at Kayla. “This one’s a little different, see?” she explained, pointing to the little hole in the centre of the head of the plastic cock. “That hole goes the whole length of the dildo.” And she pointed out the corresponding hole at the other end. “Can you guess what goes through the hole?” she asked the young girl.

“Oh, fuck!” exclaimed Amanda, catching on fast. “That tube? That cath…whatever? Oh my god!” cried the little girl as she watched Sue slowly slide the dangling end of the catheter through the length of the dildo. “You mean mommy’s gonna pee like a boy but with a cock, too?” she shrieked, bursting out laughing. “This I gotta see.”

“Oh, but there’s more,” Sue told her, barely able to restrain her own laughter at the little girl’s excitement as Kayla got to her feet, holding tightly onto her newly acquired cock. “Now comes the real fun part, sweetie. Now it’s time for you to sit down and spread.” And she gently pushed Amanda back down onto the couch positioning her so that her legs bent backwards over her body, causing her now soaking pussy and pretty asshole to be readily accessible for the next stage of her education. Unable to resist the temptation, Sue knelt down in front of the little girl and, as Kayla watched in anticipation, barely able to hold onto her almost bursting bladder, the young nurse tasted for the first time since she herself was a young girl, the sweet little girl nectar that now poured from Amanda’s engorged cunt. She wrapped her lips around her sweet pussy, greedily sucking the plump labia into her mouth, and then, lowering her tongue to the little girl’s asshole, she spread her cheeks so that she could slide the tip of her tongue inside and taste the tangy musk. She wanted so much to indulge further the delicious delights she discovered inside the soft, smooth interior, but remembering what was now in store for Amanda she reluctantly pulled away, assured that the young girl was lubricated enough for the next step.

Motioning Kayla to kneel in front of her daughter she rubbed some more lubricant onto the head of the dildo and watched closely as Kayla spread her daughter’s firm cheeks and pressed the tip against her now slightly distended asshole. Dying to pee, Kayla managed to restrain herself as she slowly worked the plastic phallus, little by little, deeper and deeper into her daughter’s butt until it was almost completely buried. Amanda groaned as she felt her asshole becoming fuller and fuller, and she reached down to rub her clit as her arousal grew. But then a strange new feeling suddenly hit her. Her mother, unable to restrain herself any longer, released her bladder and her pee flowed forcefully through the catheter and the dildo, deeply inside Amanda’s rectum causing the little girl to gasp as she felt a strange pressure building inside her. “Mommy, what’s happening to me?” she moaned. “I feel so…oh fuck, you’re pissing inside me; oh my god…mommeee!” she cried out, squirming her hips as she tried to deal with the feeling that she was soon going to burst.

“Shhh, it’s okay sweetie,” Sue whispered as she bent over Amanda’s face and kissed her soft lips, reaching one of her hands down to help finger the young girl’s now very swollen pussy. Amanda, torn between the strange feeling inside her as her mother’s hot piss continued to fill her up, and the excitement of having Sue playing with her enflamed cunt, flung her arms around the nurse and pulled her hard against her, kissing her furiously, almost biting her lips as she pushed her asshole harder against her mother’s plastic cock, finally giving in to the confusing new feelings inside her tummy, moaning loudly into Sue’s hungry mouth as she felt her arousal building. Kayla’s bladder finally emptied and she slowly and very carefully withdrew the dildo from her daughter, leaving Amanda’s asshole gaping wide open, red and shining, drooling with her mother’s pee. But suddenly, as Sue’s fingers worked their magic, her daughter began a scream which rapidly built to a fevered pitch, the most explosive orgasm she’d ever had in her young life overcoming her as both her pussy and her rectum relieved themselves of their pent up fluids, Kayla’s piss and her own cum squirting powerfully from her across the room, splashing over the coffee table and pooling in streaks on the floor beyond. The little girl’s body jerked and pulsed with a passion she’d never felt before as she hugged Sue tightly against her, holding on for dear life as she tried to deal with the unbelievable wave of emotions she was experiencing. Kayla, who caught a little of her daughter’s blast on her breasts, watched in awe as her little girl’s asshole slowly closed, then opened slightly again, and then finally relaxed, free of the invasive dildo which she still held in her hands tightly against her own cunt. She carefully leaned down to Amanda’s butt and lovingly ran her tongue around her now deep red anal ring and then up to her swollen labia, slipping it inside her soaking vagina, enjoying the taste of the creamy fluids that still leaked from it, and then sliding it up to her urethra marvelling at the earthy flavour remaining from her daughter’s first ever squirt.

Ever so slowly Amanda regained her breath and opened her eyes, looking first up at Sue and then down between her legs to her mother, a smile of both satisfaction and amazement slowly forming on her young face. Kayla and Sue exchanged knowing glances, realizing that what they had planned for the young girl had succeeded even beyond their wildest imagination.

“I…I never knew…”Amanda started, looking back and forth from Sue to her mother, “I never knew anything could feel that good. Oh, Sue,” she said, looking adoringly at the young nurse, reaching up to squeeze her firm breasts which still swayed provocatively above her outside her top, “I love you so much, Sue. That was simply amazing. And mommy,” she continued, “your piss felt so hot inside me. I hope I didn’t make too much of a mess when I shit it all out,” she giggled, looking down at the coffee table, not quite knowing what to expect to see.

“Amanda!” her mother scolded. “You squirted it out. You didn’t shit it out.” But both Kayla and Sue couldn’t restrain their laughter any longer, Sue suddenly squeezing a hand against her own pussy, realizing she couldn’t hold her pee much longer and laughing wasn’t helping her in the least.

This fact didn’t escape Amanda who burst out with, “Sue’s gotta pee, Sue’s gotta pee!” and reached up slyly under the nurse’s short, white skirt to pull the young woman’s hand away from her pussy and replace it with her own.

“You’d better be careful, little girl, or I might piss on you,” Sue laughed, waggling her finger in Amanda’s face, once again trying hard not to leak as one of Amanda’s fingers started to probe between her still soaking wet lips. “You should put that thingy in you with the dildo on and piss in mommy’s asshole so she can feel what I did,” Amanda told her, a sly look on her face. And guess what? She did, and they did.

There was a lot of cleaning up to do that evening before Kayla and Amanda left their new friend’s apartment. It was lucky that the couch was leatherette and the floor was tiled. And Sue’s other pussy curled up quite contentedly by the living room window and slept through it all.

Dinner at Kayla’s house the following Sunday was shaping up to be a promising affair.

Continue on to Chapter 9

By Jeneee

The apartment door had barely closed behind them when a little streak of orange came bolting down the hallway to greet them, meowing loudly.

Sue bent over and scooped the little bundle carefully up into her arms. “Here’s my little pussy, just like I told you,” she smiled, as Amanda reached out to stroke the kitten who was now purring loudly, snuggled against Sue’s chest, obviously happy to have company once again.

“Here,” she said to Amanda, “why don’t you hold her while I get out of this uniform and into something a little more comfortable. Make yourselves at home in the living room. I’ll just be a few minutes.”

And she handed the kitten over to Amanda and led her and her mother down the hallway into a comfortable looking room which featured an L-shaped black leatherette couch and matching armchair surrounding a glass-covered coffee table on which rested a few magazines and a book with a beautiful picture of a Persian cat on the cover.

“Have a seat and make yourselves at home,” Sue told them with a smile. “I’ll be right back and get us something to drink and then see what I can find to feed you both.” And she disappeared into what was obviously her bedroom off from the main hallway.

Amanda settled back into the comfortable armchair with the kitten purring softly on her chest and stretched out her legs after removing her shoes, so that her heels rested on the coffee table, her skirt barely covering her smooth and slim upper thighs. Kayla, who could now clearly see her daughter’s pussy from where she sat, immediately told her to take her feet off the coffee table. “It’s not polite to have your feet up on someone else’s furniture, sweetie – even if I do like the view,” she added with a giggle.

Amanda removed her feet from the table and tucked her heels under her, lowering the kitten onto her lap. “There you go, Mommy. Satisfied? So now I’m covering one pussy with another,” she giggled. “How do you like the view now?” she teased, sticking out her tongue at her mother and then sensuously licking her lips as she stroked Sue’s kitten.

Kayla laughed and reached for the book on the coffee table, slowly flipping through the pages. “I think she’s a real cat lover,” she told Amanda. “This book is filled with gorgeous pictures of all kinds of cats. Some of them look so cute. You should take a look, honey.”

“And I think she might be a different kind of pussy lover, too,” added Amanda looking over at her mother with a sly grin on her face. “Did you see the way she couldn’t take her eyes off of my cunt in the elevator? And she even said that me and Kimmie turned her on when we were playing in the washroom at the hospital cafeteria, so I think she likes ‘young kitties’ too,” she said, “if you know what I mean.”

Before Kayla could reply, however, Sue emerged from her bedroom, causing both Amanda and her mother to gasp in shock as they both took in the amazing transition which had taken place within their new friend.

Picture this in your imaginative, fertile mind: shiny, wavy blond hair now released from her nurse’s bonnet and flowing gently over her shoulders almost reaching the middle of her back. Deep blue eyes highlighted by a touch of liner and a glittering trace of aquamarine shadow. Full, sensual looking lips shining with a subtly applied coating of pink gloss. A scooped-neck, light blue blouse, low enough to reveal much of her ample, braless breasts – nipples clearly visible, protruding boldly through the thin material. And, last but not least, a short, flared, white cotton skirt which reached not quite halfway down her flawless thighs. Oh, and slender bare feet, nails painted and perfectly trimmed. She was indeed a picture of beauty, and even though Amanda and Kayla had previously thought she was pretty, they were both amazed at just how gorgeous she really looked when relieved of her conservative, white hospital garb.

“Sorry,” she apologized. “I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long but I wanted get out of that starchy uniform and into something a little more comfortable. Now, what can I get you to drink? A Coke maybe for you, Amanda? Coffee?” she asked, glancing at Kayla, who was still trying to regain her composure. “Or maybe you’d like a glass of wine – I have both red and white. Your choice,” she offered, seemingly unaware of her guests’ reaction to her new look. Or at least, she appeared that way, but secretly she was enjoying their obvious attention.

Unable to restrain herself any longer, as was usually the case with her, Amanda blurted out, “Wow! You look so sexy, Sue! So hot! And yeah, I’ll have red wine,” she giggled.

“Amanda!” Kayla scolded. “Just bring her a Coke, thanks, Sue. But she’s right. You do look sexy,” she added with a wink. “If your patients could only see you now,” she laughed. “Wow is right! I think they’d either be instantly cured, or die of shock.”

“I’d rather have you as my nurse any day,” Amanda giggled, putting the kitten down on the couch and standing up. “I wouldn’t want your grumpy partner, though,” she added, scrunching up her face as she remembered the other seemingly unfriendly nurse.

“Well, thank you both for your compliments. But she’s okay when you get to know her, Amanda,” Sue told her. “She’s just going through a rough time in her life right now,” she explained. “Her partner left her for a much younger girl last month – barely turned eighteen – so she’s not too happy with the younger generation at the moment. And you’ve got to admit, you and your little girlfriend kinda rubbed her the wrong way, if you remember,” she laughed.

“So we were right then?” Amanda exclaimed, as she walked toward Sue. “She is a lesbian. So – are you, too?” she asked as she put her arms around Sue’s waist and looked hopefully up into her eyes.

“Well sweetie,” Sue replied, ruffling the young girl’s hair, “I do prefer girls, but I’ve also had boyfriends, so I guess you could call me bi-sexual, if you know what that means,” she explained, looking over at Kayla for any sign that she might be going too far with her answers to this obviously curious and outspoken little girl. But somehow, she didn’t think so.

“Does that mean you’ve let a guy fuck you? And play with your tits?” Amanda immediately wanted to know, gazing at Sue in amazement as her mother continued to protest her daughter’s boldness; but once again Sue smiled at the precocious young girl assuring Kayla with a nod that it was okay.

“I’ve had a dildo in my cunt before,” Amanda continued, without waiting for Sue to answer, “and in my asshole, too,” she added, giggling, looking over at her mom as if to indicate that it was Kayla who had done it to her, “but I’ve always wondered what it would feel like to have a real cock up inside of me. Does it feel any different, Sue? Can you feel it when it squirts all that white stuff inside you? And yeah, I’ve seen pictures of that and even videos, so I know what it looks like,” she explained in case Sue wondered how she knew so much. “It looks kinda messy though, and I’ve even seen girls get it squirted into their mouths, and some of them even swallow it. Does it taste like pee?”

Amanda still had her arms around Sue’s waist and now hugged her tighter, rubbing her head against the nurse’s prominent boobs as Sue tried to formulate answers to the young girl’s questions. But she was let off the hook when Amanda once again quickly changed the subject as she tried to squeeze her head into her new friend’s cleavage. “Oh, Sue, your tits feel so big and yummy,” she exclaimed. And pulling back a little to look more closely at them as they almost burst out from her top she added with a giggle, “And your nipples are getting hard, too. Can I see them?” Then without waiting for a response she removed her arms from around Sue’s waist and, staring slyly up into the young nurse’s eyes, she raised both of her hands to the low scoop neck of her blue blouse and slowly pulled it down, exposing Sue’s large and beautiful breasts which were capped with dark pink aureoles centred with prominent half-inch long nipples. And as Amanda had correctly pointed out, they were fully erect. “Look at her titties, Mommy. They’re even bigger than yours.” And she cupped them, one in each of her hands, and bounced them lightly up and down, feeling their firmness as they slightly jiggled from side to side.

“Honey,” Sue half protested, not quite knowing how to react to this little girl, especially in front of her mother who was watching them both with what at first appeared to be a look of astonishment at Amanda’s audacity but then transformed into a slight smile of appreciation at the sight of Sue’s admittedly enticing looking breasts. “Honey,” Sue tried to continue, feeling the familiar wetness between her legs start to intensify, “I was just going to get you and your mom a drink, remember? And,” she added, feeling her will power rapidly beginning to fade away as the young girl continued to play with her boobs, “we were going to get you both something to eat, too. You haven’t even had dinner yet. You must both be so hungry.” But Amanda merely replied by gently rolling the young nurse’s erect nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, tugging them slightly toward her and licking her lips as if in anticipation of a totally different kind of meal.

“But I’d rather eat you,” she whispered, looking directly up into Sue’s eyes. “And I think mommy would, too,” she added with a wink. “Wouldn’t you Mommy?” she called over to Kayla. And before Sue could react, Amanda quickly lowered her right hand from one of the nurse’s breasts and slid it slowly and purposefully down the front of her body, caressingly over her tummy, lower and lower until she was lifting the hem of her short, white skirt and triumphantly cupping Sue’s pussy, gasping as she found her smoothly shaved and as naked underneath as she was herself, and squealing in delight at the wetness her fingers suddenly encountered on the nurse’s full and protruding inner labia. Finally, losing all semblance of control, Sue sank down onto the black leatherette couch, legs spread, her firm boobs obscenely on display outside her top, and helplessly watched in disbelief as the young girl knelt down between her thighs and quickly lowered her mouth to her waiting, yearning, wet cunt. Not wanting to be left out of the action, Kayla lowered herself down beside Sue on the couch, leaned over the young nurse’s face – whose eyes were now closed as she rapturously enjoyed the touch of Amanda’s tongue on her aroused pussy – and pressed her lips to Sue’s, tasting the delicious sweetness of the pink gloss Sue had hastily applied to them in her bedroom. As she slid her tongue into Sue’s soft, warm mouth Kayla cupped one of the young woman’s firm breasts and gently pinched her hard, erect nipple, and was rewarded immediately by Sue wrapping an arm around her neck and pulling her tightly against her as she groaned passionately into her mouth.

Amanda meanwhile was using all the skills she had learned from her mother and Sylvia to treat Sue’s pussy to the kinds of pleasures she would normally have attributed to only an experienced lover. But to have them coming from a cute little ten year old made it feel even more unbelievably arousing. The last time Sue had made love with a young girl was when she herself was only eleven years old and had been fooling around with her best girlfriend, who was only ten. They were naked in bed together after playfully undressing each other one Saturday night at Sue’s home where her friend often stayed overnight on weekends since her parents were away a lot on business. Sleepovers were always so much fun at that age, full of experimenting, accompanied by girlish giggles as sweet, young, tender pussies were fingered and even licked if the girls were daring enough – and eventually that’s where it often led as curious tongues tasted the delightful essence that began to leak from within newly aroused and excited vaginas. Now, as she lifted her hips up toward Amanda’s talented probing, feeling the little girl pull her fleshy labia wide apart with her fingers and swirl her tongue around inside, Sue had flashbacks to those preteen sleepovers where her sweet young pussy had merely hinted at the pleasures she might eventually reach, but never did culminate during those playful evenings so long ago.

But now it was different. This young, beautiful and talented little girl sprawled between her wide open legs knew what she was doing, knew how to tease her hardening clit, knew how to find and finger her g- spot just right, knew how to keep her on the brink and then back off a little, knew when to finally reward her with an explosive orgasm that brought screams of pleasure from her lips as Kayla pulled away from her mouth, giving her the freedom to express herself as she pinched Sue’s nipples and watched the blissful expression on the young nurse’s face as her daughter brought her to that intense pinnacle of delight she had unknowingly yearned for all those long years ago.

Amanda finally looked up from between Sue’s legs – her mouth shining with her new lover’s creamy juices – and licked her lips as she smiled at her mother, savouring the flavour of yet another new cunt, this one slightly more tangy and earthy than her mother’s, but still delicious, the creamy texture coating her young lips and not seeming to want to dissipate – which was fine with Amanda. She watched Sue’s face closely as the young nurse lay on the couch, legs still askew as her body continued to twitch as her orgasm pulsed through her, pussy gleaming, swollen and half open, trying to regain her breath, her eyes closed in the aftermath of her passion. Amanda then leaned up to her mother, drew her close and kissed her on the lips, sharing Sue’s cummy juices with Kayla.

“Doesn’t she taste yummy, Mommy?” she asked as they finally pulled apart. “I could go for seconds,” she giggled, as Sue finally opened her eyes and looked up in amazement at mother and daughter.

“I wouldn’t complain,” she breathlessly told Amanda, looking adoringly at the young girl as she reached out for her hand and pulled herself up into a sitting position. “Where did you learn to make love like that, sweetheart?” she asked, looking back and forth between the preteen and her mother. “You’re even better than some of my girlfriends. You were absolutely incredible!” she exclaimed.

“I had a great teacher,” Amanda replied. “Well, two of them really, if you count Sylvia,” she giggled. “And I never even got to your asshole,” she added, with a wink.

“Oh my god, I probably would have fainted if you had, sweetie. That’s one of my major sensitive spots,” Sue shuddered. “I just melt when anybody licks or fingers me there.”

“Or fists you there?” Amanda asked, with a sly look on her face, slipping her hand once again down between Sue’s thighs probing the nurse’s butt with the tip of a teasing finger. “I love it when mommy fingers me there,” she hinted, easily slipping the tip of her finger inside, aided by the wetness that had seeped down over Sue’s asshole from her copiously leaking pussy.

“Or shoves a dildo up your butt hole,” Sue laughed, remembering what Amanda had said earlier. “It sounds as though you’ve had a lot of different experiences for a little girl,” she teased. “But maybe we can still come up with something new for you to experiment with tonight. That is, if your mom says it’s okay,” she added, looking questioningly over at Kayla.

Then she leaned over to whisper something into Kayla’s ear, eliciting at first a wide eyed look of surprise followed by a giggle as she covered her mouth with her hand trying unsuccessfully to hide her reaction from her daughter who now looked with both curiosity and anticipation at both of them.

“What?” she demanded, hands on her hips.

Continue on to Chapter 8