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Broken Monster, Chapter 2

  • Posted on July 20, 2015 at 10:07 am

By Nuit du Loup

Danni woke the next morning to an insistent shaking of her shoulders by small hands.

“Huh…what?” Her brain wasn’t the most active just after waking and her unintelligent response was indicative of her condition.

“Danni, can you please wake up!” a sweet girly sounding voice said near to her face.

Danni slowly opened her eyes and found she was staring into smaller hazel eyes that were looking down at her face. The eyes looked worried she thought in her sleepiness. As she looked at those eyes, she began to feel a familiar tingle begin to stir between her legs. That woke her up a little faster.

“Aina?” she asked.

“Danni?” Aina asked. “Are you awake now?”

“Yeah, I’m awake Aina,” Danni said as she sat up. Aina moved out of her way and sat on her ankles next to her. “What’s wrong?”

She saw Aina look at her and then downward at her lap with a blushing face. Danni looked down as well and saw that she was still naked from the night before and Aina had been staring right at her sizable breasts. Apparently she wasn’t the only one here who liked girls. That was probably a good thing for Aina considering her new appetites.

“Uhm…I’m really sorry.” Aina mumbled as she played with the hem of the hospital shirt she was still wearing nervously with one hand. “I don’t know what I was doing last night.”

“I’m not angry with you Aina,” Danni told her. “Can you tell me what happened?”

“Well…I was getting a drink because I felt thirsty, but then I smelled the same thing I smelled from you before but stronger. Then by body demanded that I look for where it was coming from. When I saw you it was like I was someone else. All I could thing about was how good your wetness looked. Then I kinda just did what my body wanted.”

“I see,” was all Danni said at first. “It seems like what I thought last night was right. You need to eat two things, not just blood.”

Danni saw that Aina was a pretty quick minded girl because she immediately put her hand to her mouth with wide eyes.

“You mean I have to drink from girls now too?” She asked tentatively.

“It seems so.” Danni confirmed for her. “You need to drink both blood and vaginal fluid. I don’t know why you do, but the evidence is fairly obvious.”

“But who’s gonna let me do that again?” Aina said worriedly. “I’m only twelve and my mom isn’t going to want to do that with me even if she lets me drink her blood.”

“I don’t know Aina, but we’ll work something out though. I won’t let you starve even if you need a rather unusual food to drink.”

“Does that mean you’ll let me drink yours again?” Aina said perking up considerably.

Danni felt her body responding a little to the thought of letting Aina go between her legs again. “You seem very enthusiastic about that idea Aina,” she joked.

Aina blushed again. Danni knew that as her vampirism settled in, that those responses would stop. A vampire’s body usually conserved the blood it held and didn’t waste it with blushes. “Welllll…You really tasted good,” she said in an embarrassed and small voice. “I’ve never done that with a girl before, but it was like I couldn’t get enough of it. That and you’re really good looking.”

“Heh,” Danni laughed in amusement. She couldn’t help but to find Aina to be really cute like this “Thanks for the compliment Aina. Does that mean you like girls?”

“Yeah I do,” Aina said as she perked back up when Danni laughed. “It’s why I wanted you to be the one who showed be stuff, I thought you were pretty. My mom knows I like girls, but she doesn’t like me staring at other girls when were out in public. She thinks I’m too young.”

Danni was rather flattered that the twelve year old girl also found her to be attractive. She felt a little less guilty about her own attraction to Aina. She wondered if Casey would find that funny.

“Well Aina, why don’t you go take a shower while I go make myself some coffee before your mom gets here. I’ll bring you that change of clothes she left for you.”

Aina nodded her head happily and climbed off the bed and headed toward the bathroom. Danni watched her go and got a glowing smile from the young girl before she closed the door behind her. Chuckling to herself, Danni also slipped from the bed and put on a pair of loose pants and a T-shirt.

She made her way to the kitchen and got her coffee maker going. Once it was on its way to producing her morning necessity she went to the living room where she had left the trunks and the bag with Aina’s clothing. Feeling curious, she pulled out the clothes first before bringing it to the girl. It was just a pair of light cotton shorts, a printed T-shirt and panties. The small pink panties gave her an odd, absurd thrill as she looked at them.

When she knocked on the bathroom door she got a bit of surprise from her young houseguest. Aina had gotten the shower started and had already stripped naked. When she opened the door, Danni had a complete view of the nubile and budding young body. Danni felt herself felt a little wet at the sight. She saw Aina knew about her condition too since she gave a roguish smile and wrinkled her nose before accepting the clothes and shutting the door.

Danni couldn’t help the smile that bloomed on her face. She had just felt aroused at her young charge’s naked body and didn’t feel any guilty anymore, just amusement. Aina seemed to have taken her acceptance of the actions the night before as permission to carry on. Danni also wanted to laugh at the girl’s blatant attempt at showing off just now. She thought that maybe she should tell Aina that she already had a girlfriend.

She and Casey sometimes had a third partner in bed to have a little fun, but they were both firmly committed to each other. She didn’t want Aina to get any notions about that in her head. It would only lead to disappointment.

Ten minutes later Aina came into the kitchen looking damp and clean. Danni saw the girl grin at her impishly and she chuckled loudly. Aina knew that she was still thinking of her nude little body. In fact her lowly simmering arousal had begun to grow a little as soon as she heard her bedroom door open. Danni wondered as she sipped her second cup of coffee, if the girl gave off a pheromone that made woman around her more aroused, it would certainly aid her in getting “food”.

Almost as soon as Aina was in the kitchen, they both heard the doorbell ring.

“That must be your mom Aina,” Danni said as she set down her cup. The girl smiled again and bounced off happily to the door to greet her mother. Danni followed more sedately and found the mother and daughter hugging in the doorway. She saw Aina’s mom was holding a duffle bag which was probably Aina’s clothes.

“Hi, Ms. Dennet,” Danni said as she walked up. “Would you like some coffee?”

“That’d be great Nurse…”

“Just call me Danni,” she said.

“Right, thank you Danni, I came right over after I got up, so a cup of coffee sounds wonderful. Oh and you can call me Raina.”

“Then come on in to the kitchen and have a cup before you head to work,” Danni said food naturedly.

“Oh, don’t worry about that, I decided to take a couple personal days. I was hoping I could stay and listen to Aina’s lessons too.”

“That of course, isn’t problem at all. We usually don’t have many minors in our care, so we were playing this case a bit by ear. If you don’t have work, then it’ll probably be good for you to listen in. Especially since most of your daughters changes are hidden and won’t be visually apparent and this way you won’t be surprised by something she does.”

As they all entered the kitchen Danni grabbed a clean mug and filled it from the carafe. After handing the drink over she guided the mother and daughter to the table. After grabbing one of the cases from the living room, she sat with them as well.

“Alright then, I’ll start wit the basic stuff.” Danni said as she gave both her guests a booklet from the case. “As you can see, a vampire’s biology differs a good deal from a normal human. The image there on the first page shows the differences in the organ functions within the body.”

She flipped through to another page she wanted. “Vampires like Aina here; run on blood almost like a car runs on gasoline, they need both the nutrients from it and also the energy from it. The more they use their abilities and the more strenuously active they are, the more they need to feed.”

“How often will Aina need to feed?” Raina asked curiously. “And how much?”

“That depends on her. Like I said, if she’s doing a lot of activities or using her vampiric powers for something she’ll need to feed sooner.” Danni left out the fact that Aina needed to consume another food source for now. She had no idea how often Aina would need to feed on that.”

Suddenly she saw Aina get a really uncomfortable look on her face. She stood up and quickly ran down the hall and she heard the bathroom door shut loudly.

“I was wondering how much longer that was going to take,” Danni laughed.

“What happened?” Raina asked.

“Her body is getting rid of the last of the food she ate before she became a vampire. It sometimes comes on a little suddenly like that.”

“Oh,” Raina said, seeming interested in it all. Then Danni saw her face change back to something of hesitant curiosity. “Can I ask you something Danni?”

“Sure, ask away.” Danni said immediately

“This may sound odd, but do you have something weird in here.”

“What do you mean?” Danni asked

“Well, ever since I entered the house, my body has felt really odd.”

“Odd how?” Danni thought she knew what Raina was going to say.

“Well, it’s a bit embarrassing, but I’ve been very sexually aroused this entire time. I thought I’d ask since you’re a nurse, I thought you might have something that was causing it.”

“It’s not me or anything of mine,” Danni told her as she felt that mental click of a last puzzle piece slipping into place. “I know what it is though; I’ll tell you a bit later when we get to that part.”

****

Aina really liked Danni’s lessons. They were really interesting and fun. At first she had thought it would be really boring during the first part when Danni was explaining about the mechanics of her new body, but in the end she learned a lot of cool stuff.

“Aina?” Danni asked, drawing her attention back. Aina saw she was holding a small scalpel-like utensil. “I need to show you something a little more practical. Can you hold out your hand?”

Aina laid her arm on the table with her palm up. Danni held her hand down and moved her other hand with the scalpel so the blade was just above the pad of her index finger.

“Now Aina, this won’t really hurt at all, but it’ll show you that now that you’re a vampire, you’ll heal at a very rapid rate.”

Aina nodded her acceptance of the lesson. She winced slightly as she saw the blade slice into her finger and then felt it a second later as the razor sharp blade cleanly left a small incision. Then, right before all their eyes, the cut sealed itself shut. Danni whipped away the blood and her finger was again like it was before.

“So cool,” Aina said as she looked at her healed finger. “Is it like in books where I can heal from almost anything?”

“Yeah, pretty much,” Danni said as she wiped the blade clean and set it back onto its slot in the case. “You can heal from anything except a beheading and complete cremation. Some things take longer to heal from though, like burns and contact with pure silver.” “Now, let’s move onto your Powers Aina,” Danni announced

Aina felt a little excited about this part.

“First let’s try the one you already showed you can use last night,” Danni said with a grin. Aina felt herself matching it as she remembered what she’d done the night before. “Telekinesis is a common ability, so it’s not surprising you have it.”

Danni set a ball, a string and a cup of water on the table.

“Try concentrating on the ball; focus on thoughts of making it rise into the air.”

Aina did as she was asked. She felt something inside her tingle a little and the ball rose a foot off the table like she wanted it to. She felt like this was the most natural thing in the world to do. Unprompted, she tied the string into a knot with her mind as well.”

“How about just the water, and not the glass?”

Aina concentrated and like the night before, the liquid obeyed her command and slipped out of the glass. She playfully molded the floating water into shapes and stuff for a bit to show off to her mom who seemed delighted by it all. At gesture from Danni, she returned the water to the cup.

“No let’s try something else,” Danni smiled. “Vampires are naturals at hiding themselves, especially at night. Try thinking about hiding yourself Aina and concentrate on it.”

Aina did so and she felt something sweep out from her body. The house suddenly looked like it was heavily shaded and she heard her mom gasp.

“I can’t see anything!” she heard Mom exclaim.

Aina relaxed on the hiding thing. “What did I do?”

“You filled the entire house with a supernatural darkness Aina,” Danni smiled. “Some control is need on that one. You only needed to hide your own body but you hid the entire inside of the house.”

The whole rest of the day passed like that. Danni would read off a power from a list in the booklet and they’d try them out. Aina found that she could do almost everything the book listed as possible vampiric powers. She felt kind of proud of herself when her mom complimented her on being so gifted. She had some control problems with some of them, but she knew she’d figure things out eventually.

“Well,” Danni said at about 6PM. “Let’s take a break for today. We’ve done a lot more than is usually done in one day. I need to eat something Aina and your mom as well.”

“What do you usually do?” Mom asked.

“We usually do things more gradually. The first day is usually just book reading and stuff, the second is a little of the practical stud, and the powers and feeding are usually started on the third day.”

“Are you doing it faster because I’m here?”

“A little, but not entirely because of that; Aina is a really quick learner. She’s learned a lot more about her powers and in a faster span of time than any I’ve read about. It’s why I’m stopping now too.”

“How come, why is it a reason to stop now?” Mom asked with continued curiosity.

Danni stood and walked over to the fridge. She pulled out a bag of frozen chicken strips and some fries and poured them out on a tray. After setting the oven and timer, she slid the tray in without bothering to let it preheat.

“Aina,” Danni said as she came back to the table. “How do you feel right now?”

Since she’d expected Danni to address her mom’s question, she started a bit before she thought about it. “I feel kinda hungry,” she said at last.

“That’s why we are stopping there for now,” Danni smiled at Mom. “Aina has used enough of her powers today, and so soon after turning, that she needs to feed first. If she goes to long without feeding, her self control can slip and she could drink from someone without their permission which is against the law.”

“Oh!” Mom exclaimed in surprise. “Does this mean I need to feed her now?”

“Is there a reason not to?” Danni asked with a smile. “You need to learn about your daughter’s needs, so now, while we are having out own dinner, seems an appropriate time to me.

“I’m fine with it,” Mom smiled and looked at her. Aina looked into her moms eyes and grinned happily. She loved her mom so much for helping her out like this. She’d still had a small kernel of fear that her mom would still end up freaking out about the blood drinking part. Now she hoped her mom would be just as accepting about her other need. As there eyes locked together Aina again felt something stir within her. She wondered if her mom felt it too because she suddenly smelled really good like Danni still did and she fidgeted in her seat.

“Alright Aina,” Danni said as she pulled another small knife from the case. She pulled a plastic sleeve off the sharp blade portion. She also pulled out a small container of some weird smelling jelly and coated her finger in it.

“Open wide Aina,” Danni commanded. Aina opened her mouth and felt Danni smear the weird jelly on her teeth. “This is a numbing agent and sterilizing gel, you are mostly immune to disease, but you should use this so you don’t get bacteria on your teeth in someone else.”

“Why numbing?’ Aina asked when Danni was done.

“You’ll see in a second,” Danni said as she pricked her finger on the blade tip. Aina smelled the blood immediately. Unlike her own blood earlier, Danni’s made her hungry. She clenched her jaw instinctually and despite numbing gel, she felt a sharp pain in her mouth as her canine teeth lengthen and pushed through her gums. Now she knew why Danni had put the gel in hr mouth, without it she would have felt a lot mre pain from her changing teeth.

“Sorry about that Aina,” Danni said as she put the stuff away. “It’s better to do it this way than when you try to feed on your mother for the first time. After you’ve done it a few times you won’t feel any pain at all. Now move over and stand behind your mom.

Aina got out of her chair and as directed she stood behind her mom’s chair.

“Now Aina, pay attention to me,” Danni said. She drew her hand up to her neck. “You want to find a vein like the one here on the side of the neck. You can use others on the arms and legs too. But you’ll know how to find them. Once you’ve found it, you’ll know what to do, but just be gentle about. When you’ve drank enough, probably just a mouthful right now, lick the wound so that it will heal up. ”

Aina nodded and then leaned over her mom’s shoulder.

“Is this alright with you Mom?” she asked.

“Yes Aina, go ahead. I’ll be fine.”

With the permission given, Aina brought her lips near to her mom’s neck. Like Danni had said, she somehow knew exactly where the vein she wanted was. She tried to be as gentle as she possibly could. She very slowly bit down and let her teeth sink in. Like in the pictures Danni had shown her, blood pored through the channels in her teeth into her mouth. She heard her mom gasp. Since she was worried about her mom it took her a second to process the wonderful taste in her mouth.

She thought Danni’s juices had tasted better, but the blood was amazing too. She let her mouth fill with it before she swallowed it down. Unlike the unsatisfactory water she had tried to drink, the blood filled her with hot warmth that made her feel gooey inside. Remembering Danni’s words, she pulled her teeth out of her mom’s neck. She licked the puncture wound as she had been directed and felt her mom shudder under her arms. As she pulled away, the wound sealed itself like her own finger had earlier.

“Are you all right Mom?” Aina asked immediately.

Aina saw her mom has breathing a bit raggedly and looked really flushed. She also had a lot more of the good smell coming from her. She smelled Danni too. It was mixed in with her mom’s, but she smelled it. She saw Danni was staring a bit wide eyed. Aina knew the smells meant both her mom and Danni were really aroused. She couldn’t help the grin that crossed her face at that thought.

“I’m alright Aina,” Mom said as she caught her breath. “It just felt really good.” She looked across the table to the table to the now blushing Danni. “You look a bit flushed yourself Danni.”

“Yes, well,” Danni said as Aina watched her regain her composure. “I haven’t told you this about me yet but I’m a lesbian, and that sight was a little much for me.”

Aina saw her mom smile and laugh. “I thought you might be,” Mom said smiling. “I saw how you looked and me and my daughter.”

“Ehh, sorry about that,” Danni apologized quickly.

“Don’t worry about it,” Mom told her. “It doesn’t bother me at all.”

At that moment the food timer chose to go off. Aina watched with laughing eyes as Danni tried to cover her embarrassment by going and getting the food. When she came back with plates of chicken, fries and condiments Aina saw she was trying really hard not to look at them.

“Stop being silly Danni,” Mom laughed as she accepted her plate. “You can’t help how you are any more than Aina can about being a vampire. I don’t care if watching us caused you to react a little, I was a little worked up myself you know.”

“Yes, well,” Danni began. “That’s probably a good thing to hear.”

“Why’s that?” Mom asked as she bit into a hot piece of chicken.

“Well, you know what you were asking about earlier, about something causing you to be aroused in this house?” Danni asked as she also dug in. Aina found it kind of interesting to watch people eat when she herself no longer felt any hunger toward the food she was seeing.

“Yeah,” her mom answered. “You said you know what’s causing it.”

“It’s Aina that’s causing it,” Danni told her. Aina listened in closely. “I think she releases a pheromone from her body that causes it. It helps her get her second food requirement. I suspect that the thirstier she is, the more of it she gives off. She might be able to do it consciously too”

“What second food requirement,” Mom asked. “Don’t vampires just drink blood? And why would I need to be aroused for it?”

Aina began to pray silently that her mom would understand that she didn’t have a choice about what she had to drink.

“Well, this is definitely unusual, but Aina is a bit odd. She requires human vaginal fluid for sustenance as well as blood.”

“She needs what!?” Mom gasped out. “How do you know this?”

“We had a bit of an accident last night,” Danni said sounding very chagrined. She went on to explain what had happened. Aina noted that Danni left out the fact that she had licked Danni’s pussy hole and drinking the juice from Danni’s body, she told only about licking the fingers. When she was done Mom seemed to have forgotten her food.

“How can I feed Aina with my vaginal fluids?” Mom asked in desperation. “She’s a twelve year old girl, and my daughter, I can’t have sex with her!”

“Well Raina,” Danni tried to reason with her. “The law currently allows you to do what’s necessary to care for you daughter, including this. And there isn’t really much of an alternate source she can use.”

“But you’re saying I pretty much need to let my daughter perform oral sex on me.” Mom said. “How can that make me a good mother?”

“Can you tell me that you didn’t get any sexual pleasure from your daughter feeding of your blood just now?”

“What!?” Mom gasped out again. “No…no…I wasn’t…not at all.”

Aina prayed a little harder and then spoke out herself. “That’s a lie Mom,” she said quietly.

“What do you mean Aina?” Mom said. “How can you know?”

“She can smell it,” Danni said with a grin. “She knows right away how aroused you are at any given moment. She knows that right now, we’re both still very turned on.”

“Then why can’t you do it then?” Mom asked desperately. “I don’t think I should do that with my own daughter.”

“I wouldn’t mind helping Aina out occasionally,” Danni explained. “But I have a girlfriend, so anything more would likely be out of the question.”

Aina saw the defeated look on her mom’s face. She felt a momentary disappointment that Danni already had a girlfriend, but she knew she had to convince her mom, or else find someone else somehow.

“Mom, please,” Aina asked her. “You said you’d help me, and feed me. I can’t help it that I need this, just like you told Danni a second ago.”

Aina saw the argument seemed to carry a lot of weight since her mom visibly calmed down. Aina sent a pleading look to Danni. She saw the look was received when Danni nodded and smiled.

“Raina, why don’t you come with me for a second?”

Aina watched her mom and Danni walk down the hall. As they went away she felt her thirst increase dramatically. She wondered if she would have to drink every day. She didn’t know what Danni was saying to her mom but she did hear occasional outbursts, not angry sounding though. Eventually they became less frequent. When Danni returned Aina smelled and also now felt the woman’s arousal, she slid a desperate hand between her legs.

“Come on back now Aina,” Danni announced with a grin.

“What did you say to her?” Aina asked as she walked back with Danni.

“Not telling yah,” Danni smiled. “Just go right in.”

Aina entered the bedroom and stopped dead. Her mom was lying on the bed panting for breath. Aina saw her mom’s shirt was now untucked and mussed, and that her pants were unsnapped.

“Danni, did you…with my mom?” Aina asked in surprise.

“I just gave her a bit of a push,” Danni laughed. “Your mom is very attractive, but I’m afraid I’m already spoken for, so I just got her started a little. Now come on.”

Danni led her to the bed and Aina saw her mom look her in the eyes. Aina again felt that thing in her react at locking eyes with someone. Her mom moaned aloud and suddenly clenched her hands on the sheets. At a touch from Danni she climbed on the bed on one side of her mom, Danni then climbed in on the other side.

“Ok Aina, here’s the deal,” Danni began. “Just this once, to get your mom comfortable with doing this with you, I’ll be here with you guys. Now Raina, you just lay there and let things happen, have you ever been with another girl before?”

“No, well, not all the way,” Aina heard her mom answer. She looked over her mom’s body and realized that she really did think her mom was still really hot looking. “I fooled around with an old friend of mine in high school, but we just felt each other up and stuff.”

“So this will be two firsts then,” Danni smiled. “Aina, why don’t you give your mom a kiss?”

Aina looked at her mom’s face and the reluctant acceptance that was shown there. She loved her mom so much and wanted her to be Ok with everything. She leaned in and kissed her mom on the lips. At first it felt really awkward, but soon Aina felt her mom relax and kiss her back. She followed her mom’s more experienced lead and tried to imitate her. Soon they were kissing so passionately that Aina was glad that she no longer needed to breathe.

As they made out, Aina could feel under her arm that was leaning against her mom’s breast, something poking out now. She saw Danni next to them smile and place her hand on the breast nearest to her and begin to kneed it and caress it. Aina adjusted herself so that she could do the same while still kissing her mom.

As she took the soft breast in her hand she felt the erect nipple trying to push through her mom’s bra and shirt. Aina couldn’t believe how lucky she was to be doing this with her own beautiful mother and Danni who was also very hot. When Aina finally broke the kiss, her mom was very red faced.

“What’s going on with my body?” Mom asked when she could talk again. She didn’t say anything about her and Danni rubbing and playing with her breasts.

“I think Aina’s saliva acts as a powerful stimulant and aphrodisiac,” Danni laughed. “I was surprised by it too. Here I’ll show you what I’m talking about.”

Aina watched as Danni unbuttoned her mom’s shirt and then she let go of her mom so Danni could fold it open. Aina immediately re-cupped her mom’s bra covered breast and reveled at the feel of them. Danni pulled down the bra on her side, so Aina did the same. Then she was rubbing the bare skin.

Knowing what she liked when she masturbated, Aina pulled and pinched at her mother’s nipple. She saw her mom arch her back and present her breast more so she did it some more. Then she saw Danni take her side into her mouth. Again Aina imitated the young woman.

When she felt her mom’s fleshy nipple in her mouth, Aina felt a powerful sexual rush. Her body felt electrified and excited beyond belief. Her own crotch she felt was wet and demanding her attention. Instead she sucked on and licked her mom’s breast some more. Her mom reacted right away and very strongly by moaning and clutching again at the bed. .

“Oh my God Aina!” her mom shouted. “Oh shit, you two….I’m going to…”

Aina knew her mom was going to cum soon and they’d only touched her breasts so far. She hoped her mom would want to continue after this. She renewed her licking and sucking. Then she began to gently bite her mom’s nipples like she had seen in an internet porno, her mom went wild and arched her back hard upwards. “Holy shit I’m!…”

Aina felt her mom shudder and then she dropped flat to the bed gasping for breath.

“I’ve never cum from my breasts alone before,” Mom said in a voice heavy with disbelief.

“Now you know what I felt, and that was only up top here,” Danni said happily. “Aina, help me get your mom’s jeans off.”

Aina grabbed onto the waist of the jeans and pulled them down her mom’s legs with Danni. Once they were off, Aina was almost slapped in the face by the scent and feel of her mom’s arousal washing over her. She looked and saw her mom had an enormous wet spot on her thong panties. She reached over and ran her hand over the wet spot. Her mom gasped out in pleasure.

Smiling, Aina rubbed a bit more vigorously. She restrained her impulse to bury her face in her mom’s crotch right away so that she could enjoy doing this. Her mom really seemed to like the rubbing so she kept it up for a long while. Then Danni leaned in and tugged the crotch of the thong aside so that Aina was rubbing directly on her mom’s wet lips. On every stroke her hand rubbed slickly over her mom’s very excited clit as well.

“Oh Aina,” her mom rasped out. “That feels so fantastic.”

“Wait till she gives you her tongue,” Danni laughed. Aina saw she had stripped of her pants and was playing with herself as she watched.

Aina took Danni’s words as a cue to finally give into her thirst. She leaned all the way down so her own hips were near her mom’s head and her face was downward over her mom’s excited pussy. She took one long slow lick of the pussy in front of her and felt her body burn warmly as the delicious liquids ran over her tongue. Like Danni the night before, her mom quickly began to produce an enormous amount of fluids when she touched her tongue down there. To her mom’s delight she began lapping at the flow coming from the lips.”

“Oh, God!” she heard her mom moan from near her waist.

Aina slipped a finger into her mom’s slippery hole and felt her mom squeeze on it. After a few pumps she added as second one. As she fingered her mom and slurped up her juices she made sure her tongue gave lots of attention to her mom’s clit. Suddenly though she felt her mom clamp down hard on her fingers.

Knowing what was coming; Aina quickly pulled her fingers out and stuck her tongue up into her mom’s pussy hole. She was immediately rewarded by a torrent of delicious juices. She kept right on licking and poking with her tongue until her mom flooded and came a second time. Then she finally had to withdraw and give her mom a rest.

When she pulled her mouth away, Aina immediately began sucking up all the fluids like she had with Danni. It streamed through the air to her mouth in little rivers of deliciousness. From the stimulation of eating out her own mom and the taste in her mouth, Aina felt her own crotch itch wantonly.

When she was done drinking Aina saw her mom and Danni looking at her.

“That was the most amazing thing I’ve ever felt Aina,” her mom said and hugged her. Aina felt her body get really hot at the contact.

“It was absolutely beautiful to watch too,” Danni added as she continued to finger herself.

“Do you want me to do it to you too?” Aina asked as her mom let go.

“Would you?” Danni said as she laid back and hitched her panties to the side. “I’m so close already.”

Aina happily crawled over and put her face down to Danni’s pussy. For some reason she like the way Danni tasted more than her mom, but not by very much. Danni proved to have been truthful because Aina had barely put her tongue into her pussy before she got her face sprayed with juice again. She slurped and sucked down her second helping gladly.

This time when she was done there wasn’t even a wet mark on the bed sheets, she was had pulled it all into her mouth. Feeling a bit full but still unsatisfied in another way, she began rubbing at her crotch.

****

When Danni sat up from the powerful orgasm Aina had again given to her, she saw the girl in question was sitting at the end of the bed with her hand in her shorts. Danni glanced over and saw that Raina was watching her daughter with conflicted eyes.

“Raina,” Danni said, drawing the woman’s attention. “Don’t you think we should return the favor to Aina?”

“But she’s…”

“That would be very impolite I think,” Danni said, cutting off the woman’s hesitancy. “Aina just made us cum, so shouldn’t we be nice enough to let her have one too?”

“I suppose,” Raina said as he gave in and let herself stare at her masturbating daughter.

Danni pulled Aina over between them and began stripping the girl down. Soon she had a skinny, naked twelve year old girl in her arms. Danni nearly creamed herself again at the sight of the nubile little girl. Aina just smiled at them both. Danni found herself smiling as well, especially when she saw the awed look on Raina’s face. She wondered how long it had been since the woman had seen her daughter naked.

Danni laid Aina down between them. This time Danni kissed the girl. She tasted herself on the girls tongue and she played with it and felt her arousal reawaken from Aina’s saliva. Aina moaned into the kiss loudly. Danni looked and saw that Raina had already joined in by licking at her daughter small, hard, and pink little nipples. Danni felt a bit of happiness at the relationship she had helped stimulate between these two. Despite the taboo nature of it, she thought it was really sweet as well as very hot.

Danni dropped down and joined Raina by taking the other nipple between her lips. As they worked on the little girl, Danni looked into Raina’s eyes. She saw the love the woman had for her daughter still at work in them combined with the desire she had for her daughter’s pretty little body. Almost as one they both reached down with a hand to rub the small girl’s pussy. Danni felt the fuzzy beginnings of pubic hair slide under her fingers before she met up with Raina at the tight lips.

Sharing in the work, Danni rubbed the tiny clit as the other woman fingered her daughter shallowly. The girl squirmed and squeaked in their arms as they worked. Finally, after she was really worked up, Danni gestured crotch-ward with her head to Raina. Raina gave her one wide eyed look of surprise before sliding down the bed.

Raina gave Aina’s well stimulated pussy one hesitant look, and then clamped her mouth onto it determinedly. Aina was so small that Raina could easily suck and lick on the entire area at once. Aina writhed under mother’s tongue work and cried out gleefully. Danni thought it was such a hot sight, seeing a mother and her beautiful daughter together. She continued licking the girl’s breasts as the mother worked below.

Soon enough Aina clamped her eyes shut and cried out loudly. Danni heard Raina grunt in surprise and then resume her licking as Aina came on her face. Eventually Raina stopped when Aina pushed her mom’s face way from her over sensitive pussy.

“Thank you so much Mom,” Aina smiled with a post-orgasmic glow on her face,” and you too Danni.”

“Anytime honey,” Raina said smiling back as she sat back up.

“No more conflicting feelings?” Danni asked.

“None at all,” Raina laughed. “That was so wonderful that I can’t even describe it.”

They all just kinda lay together in a sexual afterglow for a while after that. Danni loved it and wished her girlfriend was here with them, she’d have a stroke when she found out she’d missed something so erotic and exciting. Her musing was cut short when she heard a stomach growl.

“Sorry about that,” Raina laughed again. “I didn’t eat much of my dinner before when got started.”

“Eating sounds good to me too,” Danni said in agreement.

They all clambered back off the bed and went back to the kitchen pretty much dressed as they were; which was naked in Aina’s case. As they as all sat back at the table Danni looked over at Raina and then grinned conspiratorially at Aina before going back to Raina.

“So, Raina, are you going to spend the night with us?’

Raina gave them both a warm smile.

“Sounds like a wonderful plan to me.”

Continue on to Chapter 3

 

Broken Monster, Chapter 1

  • Posted on July 20, 2015 at 10:05 am

By Nuit du Loup

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

Aina was terrified.

“Mom!” she shouted as she ran through the night shrouded park. There was no response.

“Mom!” she cried again, more desperately.

She continued to run in the direction she had seen her mother run away in with the night dew soaking into her shoes. Aina had seen her mother run from their backyard being chased by something shadowy and indistinct. She’d seen the indistinct black shape running incredibly fast after her. She was afraid for her mother’s life.

Aina, just 12 years old, only had a vague idea of where she was right now. She knew she was in something called Montpellier Park but she had no idea where that was in relation to her home anymore. She had run onward, only trying to keep the dark shapes of her mother and her pursuer in sight. Now she’d lost both upon entering the tree filled park.

“Mom, where are you!” Aina wished she’d thought to grab her cell phone off the kitchen table before she given chase. She hadn’t been thinking clearly enough for that at the time though. Her only thoughts had been about helping her mother.

As she rounded the corner of a restroom building, something grabbed hold of her long brown ponytail and yanked her back hard. She let out a great yelp of pain and surprise. Her cry was cut short as that same something shoved her bodily into a nearby tree. Aina collapsed to the ground as the wind had been knocked right out of her. She lay there on the ground stunned, trying to catch her breath.

When she tried to rise up on all fours she was kicked hard in her ribs over onto her back. Again she cried out but was muffled suddenly by a hand that slapped hard over her open mouth. Nearly terrified out of her skin Aina saw she was being held down now by a beautiful blonde woman. She had a great, almost entirely exposed chest, high cheekbones and a small pert mouth set in a grim line. Most of all though, Aina saw the cold inhuman eyes looking down at her, they filled her with a chill dread she didn’t entirely understand but felt on an instinctual level.

“Such a young thing,” it seemed an idle comment from the quiet spoken woman. “Very cute though.”

She felt the woman’s other hand roam over her body as if searching for something. She tried to squirm away from it. The woman responded by pressing that hand painfully into her stomach. It wasn’t hard for the woman to hold her down. Aina was a small, skinny girl with tiny budding breasts and little other body fat.

“I would have loved to play with you for a bit but my other prey went and got hit by a car, so you’ll have to satisfy my hunger instead. Don’t look so sad now, she isn’t dead or even badly hurt. I just can’t be seen, that’s all.”

Aina knew the woman was talking about her mother. Now she was going to be attacked in her place. The woman had called her a meal. She didn’t have to wonder long what she’d meant by that because the woman gave over feeling her up and yanked her head back by her hair, straining her neck all the way back.

“Sorry about this girl,” the woman actually sounded truthfully apologetic. “But someone has to feed me. Your mother would have survived it, but you, being so little, will likely not and I have no more time to find another.”

Aina tried to scream. All she managed was a muffled groan around the woman’s fingers. Her mind insisted that what was happening was impossible. People didn’t go around eating other people. Then she saw the woman’s face again. It changed before her eyes. It was as if an animal was looking at her instead of a woman. The eyes became bloodshot, and the pupils glowed a soft red. The skin paled as well and the hand holding her mouth felt cold. Worst of all was the teeth; they had to be impossible, the canines visibly lengthened as she watched.

Aina wasn’t an idiot. She knew the name for what she was seeing. That however didn’t mean she wanted to accept it as reality. Vampires could not exist. They were only alive in urban fantasy novels screwing every female in sight or glittering douchebags in movies looking like they’d rolled in a tray of Christmas glitter. They weren’t in parks attacking girls and their moms.

The woman didn’t give her much time to contemplate the unfair nature of her world. She leaned in and Aina felt a tongue lick her neck. Despite herself, the sensation sent an aroused tingle through her nerves. In books vampires were sexy gods who made women desire their touch; the reality was that it was all an illusion if Aina’s attacker was a typical example. The beast was tasting her, not trying to seduce her; she was just having a physical reaction because she would normally find someone licking her neck arousing. Aina’s thoughts cut off as sharp pain shot from her neck. The woman had used those teeth to slice her neck open.

In a last bid for her life Aina thrashed her head. She felt the hand on her mouth dislodge a little. It was enough for her to bite down hard between the woman’s thumb and forefinger. The woman screamed in anger and Aina felt something hot and thick in her mouth. It tasted very metallic but was much too viscous to be normal blood. It filled her mouth till she was forced to swallow or drown in it. She only had that one moment to contemplate about it before she was lifted into the air and hurled against something unyielding.

“Idiot girl,” she heard the woman grumble. “I don’t need anymore trouble tonight. Just give me what I want and you can die peacefully. Hell, you might even survive if you’re lucky.”

Aina was again lifted into the air but this time the woman had her by the throat and held her up with one hand. The woman pulled her close. Aina could feel the woman’s hard excited nipples against her though the shear blouse she wore on her arm. The woman placed her lips on her bleeding neck. Suddenly Aina felt so incredibly weak that all her limbs went slack. In mere moments her body gave up on her and she gratefully slipped unconscious, not caring that she might not wake up again.

*****

Unfortunately, as Aina figured things, she did wake again. At first though it wasn’t a complete awakening, it was more of gradual change in consciousness. After a while she was awake enough to begin hearing things.
“….lot of blood…transfusion…”

“…tests blue on the Shrondrite scale…”

“…change will complete in two hours…”

“…she’s healing quickly…will wake soon…”

The conversations drifted through Aina’s numb mind. Around her, her body felt odd. Even just lying there still she could feel that something wasn’t normal. She could smell strange things, and her hearing seemed to be more sensitive since the background noise began to grow more and more. She could feel the bed she was on as well but not a distinct temperature; it was as if it was the perfect level of warmth in the room. Aina wished she could hurry and wake all the way up so she could ask what was going on.

Finally she was able to open her eyes. She found she was in a large hospital room filled with nurses and a doctor of some kind. They were all performing various tasks she didn’t understand or checking monitors that seemed to be attached to her. The room itself was a large white painted space filled with various medical machines. Aina knew they had probably kept her alive. Along the top of the door wall ran a long steel plated bank of colored lights. Currently there was a deep blue LED gleaming about a quarter of the way down its length. Turning her head a little, all the range she could move it, and saw the tube running into her arm with a red liquid running into her. It was blood. She could smell it somehow. She could also smell something else, something very enticing to her.

“She’s awake!”

Aina tried to see who had spoken. It was a youngish looking woman who had turned away from her screen. The response was quick and efficient. The doctor, a man at least in his fifties with a mostly bald head of gray tufted hair, and three nurses moved from their stations to her side. The one who announced her return to consciousness stood attendance at the doctor’s elbow, ready to take orders.

“Can you understand me?” The doctor asked in a calm rumbling voice. Aina nodded that she could.

“Can you tell us your name?”

Aina tried but her throat fell incredibly dry. She shook her head and mimed with her non-tube attached arm, drinking a glass of water, it was difficult because her arm felt like it was made of lead. The doctor flicked a hand at his attendant and she immediately got a small bottle with something like an infant non-spillable lid thing on it. The nurse held it to her lips and she sucked down the water till the bottle was empty. Once she had swallowed it all she realized it had tasted strange.

“My name is Aina Dennet,” she finally spoke. The water felt weird in her stomach, she wondered how long it had been since she had eaten if just water made her stomach grumble.

“Do you know what happened to you Aina?”

She certainly did remember. It was hard to forget being bitten by a vampire woman when they shouldn’t even exist.

“Yes,” she told the doctor. “I was attacked by…a woman.”

“We know what it was that attacked you,” the doctor said.

“You do?” Aina asked in surprise. She had thought the man wouldn’t believe her is she had said the full truth. “How do you know what she was?”

The man gave an amused snorting laugh and held up a manila folder with her name on the tab and then pointed to the light bar on the wall with it.

“This room is specially made for cases like yours Aina. Even if your attacker hadn’t been seen by an enforcement agent, your blood test results tell the tale. We know that you were attacked by a vampire. Can you guess why the light there on the wall is blue?”

“It means that the person in the room was attacked by a vampire?” she guessed.

“Not quite,” he said. “It represents what kind of creature or being currently occupies the room. The four blue lights mean a vampire is in here and that deep colored one further classifies it a bit.”

“There’s a vampire in here!” Aina said in shock. She tried to look around and see where it was. The doctor remained silent as she glanced around. Then what the doctor had said sank in and she stopped. She was the room’s occupant; he meant she was a vampire.

“Was it because she bit me?” she asked in stunned voice.

“Not just that, you also ingested a substantial quantity of her blood. That is the main reason.”

“So what happens to me?”

“Not much from us actually,” the doctor said with a smile. “You’ll go home with a volunteer from our staff for a couple days for bit of learning about your condition. But after that you can go home.”

“You don’t think I’m a monster?”

“Not until you do something to deserve the appellation.”

Before she could ask anything further, she remembered something important. “What about my mom, that vampire woman said she had been hit by a car?”

“She exaggerated by a great deal then,” the doctor laughed. “She was almost hit but she fell out of the way and only has a few scrapes. She’s outside getting a lecture from a nurse about you right now.”

Aina felt relief flood through her. “So she’s gonna know what I am?”

“She has to know if you’re going to continue living with her, you’re going to need to feed from someone at least once every three weeks at the very longest, and that’s if you aren’t very active.”

“I don’t want to drink my mom’s blood!” Aina said with horrified disgust. “Can’t I drink from blood packs or something?”

“We have patients who desperately need those,” the doctor said disapprovingly. “Despite what your attacker probably makes you think, vampiric feeding isn’t normally painful or dangerous. In fact she is currently being hunted down for attacking you.”

“But my mom…”

“When you stay with one of my staff here for the next three or four days you’ll see what I mean. He or she will show you everything you need to know.”

“Are vampires that common then?” Aina wanted to know.

“They are now,” the doctor answered with a sigh. “In fact you’ve become one at a very interesting time. In about 30 days or so, the government is going to do a mass public release about all the creatures that have been in hiding for the last couple of centuries.”

“Why are they gonna tell everyone?” Aina asked curiously.

The doctor waved his hand at the room. “Because of technology like this. We can find them very easily now. Also, another factor is that the population density in some of the species has reached a point that people will begin to notice them regardless of how they try to hide.”

“Can I at least see my mom before I have to go?” she asked.

“Of course you can!” The doctor chortled. “You’re not a prisoner, just a patient. She can visit you at the house you’ll be staying at all she wants and then at the end of the instruction period you just go back home and go to school like normal for a while. After the new legislation come into play things might change a little, but for the most part you’ll have a normal life. ”

“What about the sun?” Aina said in shock. “Won’t it kill me now?”

“Nope, sorry. A lot of the myths are full of crap.”

“Doctor!” Admonished one of the nurses.

“Sorry about swearing,” the doctor said in good humor. “But most of the stuff you know is false, hence the instruction period.”

“So what kind of vampire am I then?” Aina asked pointing at the light the doctor had pointed out earlier. “You said that light classifies what kind I am.”

“We don’t know,” the doctor answered honestly. “That dark blue represents an unknown type. It doesn’t mean much right now, medical science is still learning about the differences.”

Aina shrugged. She had only been curious, it didn’t seem that important.

“Then who am I staying with?”

“Some of the nurses here in this ward have volunteered for the task. One of them will be chosen for it.”

Aina looked around her at the nurses. Most seemed to be fairly young, she would guess that none of them were out of their twenties. They all seemed friendly enough to her as well since they all gave her a warm smile when she looked at them. As she looked them over she realized that the good smell that was making mouth water and her body to tingle was coming most strongly from the youngest looking nurse.

To Aina the nurse seemed a bit tall. She also had short reddish-brown hair that she kept tied back. Aina noted as well that the nurse had a very pleasing and curvy figure under her smocks with sizable breasts. Aina had always liked looking at other girls, especially once with nice bodies like this nurse. Sometimes she sneaked looks at her classmates when they changed for gym or when she went swimming.

Looking at girls like that always made her want to touch herself between her legs. Her mom had caught her doing it once a couple years ago and had warned her not to ever do that in public as it was a private thing. She knew now what masturbation was after she heard about it and then looked it up on the computer and she did it very often since she was always looking at nice looking girls. This nurse and her smell made her want to touch herself now.

“What about her?” Aina asked pointing to the pretty nurse. If she was gonna live with a strange person for a couple days she wanted to be with the nice looking one. “She seems nice, and she smells good.” Oops. She hadn’t meant to add the part about the smell.

“She smells good?” The doctor asked. “Nurse, do you have any cuts or other breaks in the skin?”

Aina saw the nurse seemed surprised to be singled out and her cheeks reddened. “No doctor, she shouldn’t smell blood on me at all.”

“Not like blood, not like that does,” Aina said pointing the blood pack and tube. “She smells nice, like something sugary. It makes me kinda thirsty when I smell it.”

“Thirsty?” The doctor said in surprise. “You shouldn’t feel thirsty. We’ve put as much blood in you as your body will hold.”

Aina just looked at the nurse who was now staring nervously back at her. As she looked in the young woman’s eyes she felt something tingle inside her, something inside her chest and crotch. As she felt that tingle the nurse across from her began to squirm with her legs in odd fashion that Aina didn’t understand.

“Aina,” The doctor said, drawing her attention back to him. She heard a sigh from the nurse. “Nurse Peters is on the list of volunteers. Are you sure you want her though? There are more experience nurses available.”

“I want her,” Aina said strongly. “But after I see my mom, can she come in?”

“Of course, I forgot about that.” The Doctor said and gestured for his assistant to go get her. “Nurse Peters are you sure you want to volunteer yourself? You just started with me a month ago.”

“I don’t mind,” the nurse smiled as she spoke in a clear voice. “I’d like to help Aina out.”

“Alright then, you’re dismissed with pay for the rest of the week. You can get the materials you need from the lock-up. Make sure you grab the right info packets when you do. I’ll take care of the rest on this end.”

“Yes doctor,” the nurse answered quickly and turned to walk around the bed and out of the room.

“Aina!”

Aina turned in the bed to look at her mom entering the room. Whatever sedative they had given her seemed to be wearing off as her movements felt much less sluggish now. Her mom quickly crossed the room and leaned over to the bed and hugged her. Aina smiled as she smelled her mom’s lavender perfume. That smell would always remind her of her mom.

“I’m so sorry Aina, this is all my fault.” She said in a worried rush. Aina thought her mom was being a little over dramatic since there wasn’t a scratch on her now. The doctor didn’t seem to make her being a vampire as that big of a problem either.

“Mom, I’m alright. They explained everything, didn’t they?”

“Yes, they did, but it’s still my fault you got attacked by that woman,” her mom said as she pulled back. Every time she saw her Aina always wished she would look like her mother when she grew up. Her mother had a curvy, glowing beauty to her that had grown as she aged. Aina suspected she would be one of those rare individuals who carried their beauty all the way to their graves. “She wouldn’t have touched you if I hadn’t run away like that right in front of you.”

“Did they tell you what I have to do?” Aina asked.

“Yes they did. You have to learn about the new you for a couple of days and then you come back and pick back up were you left off. I’ve already called your school and arranged the medical time off.”

“It doesn’t bother you that I’m gonna have to drink blood now?”

“Nothing to help my daughter bothers me. They explained that part to me too. You only need to feed a little bit every so often and I’m happy to feed you as I’ve always done. I’ll just miss making dinner for you.”

“Technically she can still eat Ms. Dennet. She just won’t gain any nutrition from it and it’ll pass through her a little uncomfortably if she eats a lot. A little bit won’t hurt or bother her and she can still taste it.” The doctor pointed out.

“Well that’s a bit reassuring,” Mom said with a smile. Then she looked back to Aina. “Don’t worry about feeding from me, they said it doesn’t normally hurt and I think it’ll make us closer as mother and daughter.”

“It really doesn’t bother you? Not at all?”

“Nope, not at all. You just go and learn what you need to and I’ll do the same. They gave me a whole book thing to read about what a vampire really is. It’ll keep me occupied till you come back home.”

Aina laughed at her mom’s contagious enthusiasm. “I’ll be sure to do that and you know I get all A’s so I’ll learn everything I need to with no problem.”

“Hah, that sounds like my like my daughter.”

“Ms. Dennet?”

They both looked and saw that the nurse had returned and was carrying two large plastic cases. She also had a paper folder pinched in the fingers of one hand. She set down the cases and handed out the folder to her mother.

“This is my address and other info you’ll need.” The nurse explained. “Is it possible to have a couple days worth of clothing brought over or should I swing by and get them?”

“Oh I can bring them over, no problem,” Mom said cheerfully. “Your place isn’t actually that far from ours. I can bring them by in the morning when I go to work. For now though I brought a change of clothes with me here since I thought she might be here overnight, she can wear those for tomorrow.”

“That’ll work just fine,” the nurse said with a pleased smile. Then turning to Aina, “Can you get out of bed on your own yet or should I get a wheelchair?”

“Let me try myself first,” Aina said. She thought being pushed around in a wheelchair would be really embarrassing. It would almost be as bad as being seen by any of her friends in the hospital clothing she was wearing.

Very slowly she slipped her legs off the bed’s side and lowered them to the floor. Two of the other nurses came and held onto her arms as she put her weight on her legs and stood up. Her legs felt a little odd from being numbed by the IV drugs but she didn’t feel unsteady.

“I think I’m good,” she said cheerily. “Just lead the way.”

In short order she was led through the labyrinthine hospital corridors to an elevator bank. They rode the car down to the ground floor where they went through a second and larger maze. She was amazed the hospital staff could find any place they needed to be in the massive complex.

Eventually she was led to an exit where hospital valets had pulled Mom’s and the nurse’s cars to the curb. She hadn’t noticed the directions for that being given so she assumed the doctor must have called ahead or something. When she stepped out into the late evening sunlight she stopped in surprise.

“Whoa, I feel really warm in the sunlight! How come I’m not cold, it’s February!”

“That’s because even though you aren’t harmed by the sun, you can feel it a lot more. You don’t feel the chilly winter air because you can’t feel anything except warmth now and mostly only from the body heat of others. Extreme temperatures are also unfelt regardless of direction.”

Aina then climbed into the nurse’s car as she loaded the cases into her back seat. She found it was really roomy inside. When the nurse started the car she was a bit surprised to hear heavy metal blare out of the speakers.

“Sorry about that,” the nurse said as she turned the volume down.

“No problem!” Aina laughed. “I listen to that stuff all the time.”

“Then at least we have the same taste in music; that makes living together for a couple days a little easier. I always listen to music at home.” She put the car in gear and began to pull away. Aina waved a cheery good-bye to her to her mom. “By the way Aina, my name is Danielle. You can call me Danni if you want too.”

“Cool, so where do you live Danni?” Aina asked as she sat back and watched the nurse drive. She wondered what the nurse would think if she knew she was checking her out. It wasn’t really all her fault she reasoned. Danni was just really good looking and had that wonderful smell that made Aina salivate and aroused simultaneously.

The drive didn’t take very long but they chatted and got to know each other on the way. Aina liked Danni. She was funny and liked to laugh at everything. It was a lot different than how she was at the hospital. Danni explained that though and said that she was the new person on her team and didn’t want to make anyone feel she was unprofessional.

Aina told Danni about herself too. Like about her school, classes and the like. The usual stuff a 12 year old girl will talk about to anyone. By the time she they were pulling into Danni’s driveway she was already so comfortable with Danni that she was complaining about the violin lessons she took at her mom’s insistence.

“Do you live here by yourself?” Aina asked as she climbed out and looked over the outside of the mid-sized single story house.

“Yeah, I got it really cheap from a foreclosure auction. I couldn’t pass it up when I could afford it on my entry level salary.” She paused as she unlocked the door and the deadbolt. “It’s only a two bedroom but it’s almost brand new and is comfortable.”

When they entered Aina saw it was rather sparsely furnished but it had what it needed. The living room at a couch and chair and the visible dining area had a small wooden table. Everything had a well maintained and cleaned look to it. She didn’t even hesitate about taking her shoes off before stepping on the immaculate carpet. Danni just laughed.

“Yeah I’m a bit of a neat freak. But it’s not too bad though; once I clean it usually stays pretty clean since it’s been only me and occasional guests here. Come on in and I’ll show you the place.”

Aina really liked Danni’s place when she saw it all. The nurse had so much cool stuff. She had a huge TV, a big kitchen and big bathrooms too. One thing she noticed right away though was that the second bedroom was set up more like an office/study room. It had a table, bookcases and a huge desk with two computers on it and a really comfortable looking recliner with a lamp next to it.

“Uhm…where am I sleeping at?” she asked.

“Oh! I thought I said it earlier somewhere, but you’re going have to share my bed with me. But if that makes you uncomfortable I can sleep on the couch.”

Aina liked the idea. She had always secretly loved sharing beds with her friends on sleepovers, especially the ones that only slept in their underwear. “I don’t mind sharing,” she said quickly.

“That’s good then,” Danni smiled. “I’ve got a nice big bed too, so we won’t be squished on it.”

Suddenly a great yawn seemed to creep its way out of Aina’s mouth.

“How come I’m so tired still,” she asked the nurse,”I just woke up a little bit ago.”

“That’s because you weren’t really resting before, your body was healing itself and changing to that of a vampire. Now you’re exhausted from doing all that. You just need a full restful sleep and you’ll be back to normal…well mostly normal anyways.”

“It doesn’t bother you that you’ll be sharing a bed with a 12-year-old vampire?” Aina asked. “Even a brand new one?”

“Not really,” Danni laughed. “Vampires can be really dangerous and scary, but for the most part their just like normal people. They just happen to have different bodies and abilities normal humans don’t have. I’ve met a number of them since I’ve started working with the doctor and they’ve all been nice enough.”

“So what do I do now?”

“Well Aina, why don’t you go have a seat in the living room and watch some TV or something for a minute. I need to change out of my scrubs. Then I’ll find you an extra pillow and stuff so you can get some rest.”

“Alright,” Aina answered brightly and turned and went to find the TV.
****

Danni closed her bedroom door and leaned back against it with a huge sigh. She’d been dying to get some alone time for a while. Despite her denials to herself she knew the reason she wanted to be alone. It was Aina and her pixie-like body.

For some reason she found the girl to be incredibly arousing to look at. She had been a lesbian all her life and had found herself attracted to all sorts of different girls and women, but never to such an underage girl before. And with Aina it was incredibly strong too. When she’d stared into Aina’s eyes in the hospital room, she had practically creamed her panties on the spot without even touching herself at all.

Now that she was alone she considered that she might have just made a huge mistake by letting herself give into her temptation by even participating in this. She could have just let some other nurse handle it. Unfortunately the suggestions her crotch and hormones had been offering her were entirely too convincing and she’d agreed immediately.

She knew she might be in trouble here. She would be letting the girl feed from her in the next couple of days and she knew that was sometimes an incredibly erotic act. She suspected she might have a very hard time keeping her hands off Aina if that happened. Even worse was the fact that she couldn’t ask her current girlfriend to come over and help relieve some of her arousal and frustration.

If she called Casey, her girlfriend and fellow nurse at the hospital, knew she was attracted to Aina so badly, she would probably just crack jokes about it. She would also probably taunt her about it to get her horny and frustrated. Casey was like that sometimes.

With another sigh she pushed away from the door and began stripping off her scrubs and tossed them into her laundry basket of dirty scrubs in the corner. She also unclasped her bra and slipped down her panties. Those she dropped onto the floor as she sat on the edge of her bed and then lay back so her legs still went over the edge and her feet were on the floor.

Without hesitating a moment she grabbed a firm breast in one hand and slid the other to her hot and wet pussy. Since she was already worked up and soaked she stuck a finger right into her hole and began working it in and out rhythmically. She used the long slow strokes that always got her off quickly and her palm rubbed on her clit as she pumped. Soon she was so worked up again that she barely remembered to restrain her voice so Aina wouldn’t hear.

With that she set to getting herself off. She hoped that it would allow her to think clearly again when her body had been satiated.

****

Aina sat on Danni’s big sofa with her legs curled under her. She flipped through the channels idly as she waited for Danni to finish changing. As she sat though, she still thought that she felt thirsty.

She sat the remote aside for a moment and went to the kitchen to find a glass. After locating the cupboard containing them she filled one with water and drank it. When it was all down she again thought the water had tasted odd. Not only that though, it had done nothing to the sense that she wanted something to drink.

It was then that she smelled it again; that deliciously sweet smell that had come from Danni. Without really thinking about, she began following the smell through the house. It was much stronger now than it had been before and she hoped to find the source of the smell.

She stopped outside of Danni’s closed bedroom door. As she paused, she knew that it was coming from inside, past the door. Her thirst suddenly grew very demanding. It was so distracting that she never noticed the soft gasping and groaning coming from the bedroom.

In an effort to hide herself she knelt down on the carpet and then cracked the door open. The sight she saw sent a hot bolt through her body for multiple reasons. The first was that she was looking right between Danni’s open legs. She could see the woman’s fingers at work down there too. The sight made her hornier than she ever remembered being from looking at images online. This was like the stuff of her fantasies.

The second reason was that the smell swamped over her in a wave and made her body tingle with anticipation. It was a new feeling but it was overpowering everything except her arousal. As she watched Danni masturbate, saw the woman’s wetness glisten on her pumping fingertips as they exited on each stroke. That sight triggered something inside her, something very new, powerful and instinctual.

As is someone else was driving her body, she crawled quietly to the bed and between the nurse’s spread legs. The woman had her eyes closed in her passion and saw nothing. She got very very close to those pumping fingers until her mouth was an inch away. The smell at that point was driving her a bit crazy and she slipped her own hand into her loose hospital pants and into her panties to stroke her wanting pussy. For a moment all she did was stare at Danni’s crotch and play with herself like that as she breathed in the enticing smell heavily.

*****

Danni was so damn horny that she couldn’t believe herself. She had already cum once and was now working herself up a second time. She had felt as soon as she came the first time that it wouldn’t be nearly enough to satisfy her need.

Now though it was as if someone was breathing fire into her pussy to stoke its furnace. With her eyes clenched tightly she began to stroke herself in and out even faster and rougher. She usually liked it slow and sensual, but for now her body was demanding something else and she gave into it.

It was then that she realized that something was breathing on her crotch. She opened her eyes and raised her head to see Aina kneeling there with her face only inches away front her busy hand. The girl had a look in her eyes that Danni had seen on many lovers before; the desire to have what she was looking at.

“Aina what are you doing in here?” She gasped out without stopping her hands’ pumping of her pussy. She was way too far along to stop now. “You shouldn’t be down there.”

“But I need it,” Aina said in a soft voice.

Danni saw that the girls shoulder and arm was moving in a very suggestive movement. The knowledge that little Aina was playing with her 12-year-old pussy between her legs almost made Danni cum. That and the odd arousing tingle she was getting from the girls breathe as it washed over her own pussy. Danni knew she should stop herself and ask Aina to leave the room, but for some reason she didn’t want to.

Then she felt it. A soft tongue sliding up the wet, pussy soaked knuckles of her working hand. At the contact something sharp ripped through her. It wasn’t painful but it was surprising in its strength as it tore around and affected her. Her nipples, already aroused and pointy suddenly became like little sensitive rock nubs. Her skin suddenly became much more sensitive and every passing bit of air seemed a lover’s caress. It was as if her body had been directly changed by Aina’s tongue.

“Aina, please don’t,” she tried to plead. But it didn’t work; Aina licked her hand clean again.

This time her pussy responded. Her juices became an insane flood that pored out around her fingers with surprisingly hot squirting noises. Her clit became like a lightning rod as her hand rubbed it. Jolts of pleasure ripped through her. She hadn’t even cum yet and her body was already contorting and convulsing. One such convulsion dislodged her fingers. Aina wasted no time and jammed her tongue into the opening provided.

Danni felt the tongue in her immediately. Her pussy clenched and convulsed on it like she had a lover within her. She couldn’t understand what her body was doing to her under Aina’s touch. It made no sense, but her mind was in no shape to think too deeply about it. Then all thought was wiped out as Aina’s girl tongue lapped up onto her clit. The orgasm that went through her lasted for literally minutes and was almost painful in its intensity. She was surprised she didn’t pass out, but there almost seemed to be a compulsion on her mind not to do that.

Then Aina’s tongue withdrew and peace again settled onto Danni. Small mini orgasms rippled through her, but they were a cool down from the main event she had just felt. When she again raised her head to look at Aina she saw something that shocked her intensely again. Aina was literally swallowing her cum juices. It was streaming straight from her pussy and legs, through a foot of air and into Aina’s open and rapture faced mouth. She saw that even the stuff that had squirted out onto the bed and Aina’s face were streaming into the open mouth. Aina swallowed it all like Danni knew she should be if she was drinking blood. It was impossible, but it was happening right there between her legs.

The telekinetic thing wasn’t surprising though. Many vampires and supernatural creatures manifested such abilities, but the way Aina was using it to feed on her juices was a first for Danni. She hadn’t heard of many vampires doing that with blood except only the most ancient and powerful of them. Then a realization passed through her. She realized that this is what Aina had meant earlier by her smelling good. Aina had smelled her arousal. Aina had also said it made her thirsty to smell it.

As her brain calmed and reason came back Danni knew she had a very unique case sitting between her open legs. As she felt the juices slipping from her body as Aina consumed it all, she realized that Aina needed two food sources, not just one. She seemed to need both blood and, as inexplicable as it was, vaginal fluids.

“Mmm,” Aina said in a small moan.

Danni sat up slowly and looked down at the kneeling girl. Aina now looked almost asleep. She had her eyes heavily lidded and was supporting herself with her hands.

“Can I go to bed now Danni?” Aina asked in a dead tired voice. Danni didn’t think the girl was very aware of things anymore. “Sure, you can go to bed now Aina, just crawl under the blankets here.” She told the girl.

Aina smiled happily and stood up woozily. Then Danni watched as the girl climbed into the bed and slipped herself under the sheets. As she watched Aina laid her head on a pillow and was almost instantly asleep.

Danni watched the girl for a long while as her brain processed what had just happened. She had just let a very young girl lick her pussy and had been given the strongest orgasm of her entire life from it. And most of all she hadn’t fought it at all as it happened. She had lain there and accepted it. Even now when she looked at Aina’s small skinny form she felt desire stir anew.

Reaching between her legs she felt the dry thighs and slightly moist lips that had just moments ago been covered in her juices. Her own body had reacted strongly and strangely to Aina’s touch. She had become unnaturally wet and had gushed forth like never before.

She stood unsteadily and walked to her kitchen and poured herself a glass of juice as she thought over the implications. Aina was a vampire, which had been confirmed at the hospital, but she had been registered as an unknown type. That wasn’t unusual. Science was only just starting to catalogue all the differences in supernatural things. But now she had just shown that she needed more than just blood.

Danni knew that Aina was not a succubus. She had seen two of them before and they looked and acted entirely different. And they fed on the sexual energy of a person, not their fluids. So this was an unprecedented find, a vampire with more than one feeding requirement.

She picked up her cell phone and called the hospital’s supernatural ward. It was secret for now, but in a few weeks they would be public knowledge just like all the creatures would be. She called since she knew that she had to report this finding, however embarrassing for herself it might be.

“Hello?” asked a voice as the phone was picked up.

Danni let out a huge sigh she didn’t know she was holding. She knew the voice. It was her girlfriend Casey. She worked there as a nurse for another one of the doctors in the unit. It was the last persons he would have wanted to talk to.

“I know that sigh, that’s you on the line, isn’t it Danni?” Danni could her the laughter in the voice.

“Yeah it’s me Casey,” she responded. “I need to report a change in my charge’s status.”

“Sure thing Danni, I heard you volunteered for the newbie vampire girl. How is she, I hear she’s pretty cute?”

“Yeah, she is pretty cute,” Danni admitted. “She’s fine actually. She’s asleep right now. But I need to report a change in her feeding requirements.”

“Her feeding requirements?” she heard Casey ask curiously. “But she’s a vampire. What kinda change could there possibly be? Does she only want a certain type of blood or something? And how do you know already anyway, you aren’t supposed to feed her till the third day of the program?”

“Uhm…that’s part of the change in requirements,” Danni said as she felt nervousness creep in. She didn’t want Casey to here about what had happened, she would tease her relentlessly about it.

“What? Does she need an unusual amount of blood or something?”

“No…she uhm, requires…more than one kind of food.” She said the last in a desperate rush.

“More than one!?” She heard the sharp surprise and curiosity burning through the phone line. ~~ “She’s a vampire! What else besides blood does she need?”

“Uhm…it seems she also consumes human vaginal fluids.”

She heard dead silence for a moment.

“Can you explain that please?” Casey said in a voice that Danni couldn’t read well.

Danni gave a very short version of what had happened. She left out Aina licking her crotch and left it to just the hands and the telekinetic drinking. All the while she heard Casey typing it all into the database for the doctor to look at later. Casey’s reaction was predictable though.

“Holy damn you lucky bitch! That’s so freaking hot!” Casey sounded as excited as her words implied.

“Can you ask on of the doctors what I should do?” Danni asked in the hope that Casey would leave it at that.

“Yeah sure,” Casey said jovially. “But can I come over and see her too? I want to meet her.”

“I don’t know Casey; she’s only twelve years old, even if she is a vampire. It’ll be hard enough explaining just this to her mother.”

“Aww come on Danni!” Casey laughed. “Don’t hold out on such a cutie like that!”

“Maybe,” Danni said reluctantly. “Just ask the doctors, will you?”

She heard Casey’s chuckle as she walked away from the other end of the phone. Danni loved Casey dearly, but sometimes her girlfriend was a bit difficult to handle. She heard the tapping feet announcing Casey’s return.

“The doctor has asked that you take samples of the girl’s saliva for testing, but has said that you need to comply with the patient’s dietary requirements, even if they are unusual.”

Danni let out another sigh. She’d been slightly worried about being in trouble. She was glad she wasn’t. Taking the samples would be simple enough in the morning when Aina woke back up.

“Thanks Casey,” she told her girlfriend. “That’s all I needed. I’m going to head to bed now.”

“No problem, Danni. Please think about it though, will you?”

“After I talk to Aina and her mother,” Danni said firmly. “Good night Casey.”

“Night, love!” Casey said happily.

Danni tapped the END key on her phone and slipped it onto its charger unit on the counter. After finishing her juice and washing the glass she walked back to her bedroom. She paused in the door for a moment to admire Aina’s sweet sleeping form for a second before she entered and slipped into the other side of the bed. Soon after she had gotten herself comfortable under the sheets she felt Aina’s hand reach over and grab her arm in her sleep.

Danni thought it was incredibly cute and fell asleep smiling.

Continue on to Chapter 2

 

Upside Down

  • Posted on July 19, 2015 at 8:10 am

By Tony Williams

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in July 2015 }

I’m the headmistress of a private elementary girls’ school in Sussex, about an hour Southeast of London. I love my job, and for the most part, love the girls in my charge. There are exceptions, a few of the little monsters need a good spanking, but to balance things out, there are far more who are quite sweet and innocent. Their ages range from five to eleven, at which point they’ll go on to the senior school. My kids all wear the school uniform, which I designed myself, consisting of a pale blue gingham short sleeved dress. It buttons all the way down the front and has a white collar. White ankle socks or knee socks complete the picture. They all look so sweet. I suspect that a few of them might have crushes on me.

It’s lunch time and I’m in my office, which overlooks the playground, with its jungle gym and swing set. The kids are making a lot of noise, but I don’t mind. The playful screams and laughter of little girls is music to my ears.

With me in my office is a young woman by the name of Vicky who has offered to buy my grandfather’s stamp collection, a dozen or so bulky albums of British colonial issues. I have no interest in stamps and merely want to offload it. She slowly leafs through the pages, pausing occasionally to closely inspect certain items. About half way through the lunch break she looks up and suddenly freezes. I think I know what has caught her attention.

My office window is only about thirty feet from the jungle gym and every day at this time, a pupil by the name of Bunty uses it. If any of the other kids are on it, they move over to make room for her because, at eleven and a half, she’s one of the oldest kids in the elementary school. Not that she’s a bully or anything, it’s just like most hierarchies, age confers seniority.

She’s is in the habit off swinging her legs up and hanging upside down from the top bar, which causes her dress to fall, revealing her blinding white knickers and the pale skin of her chest. Even her nipples are visible, though her breasts are entirely undeveloped. Then she drops to her feet and repeats the whole exercise over and over, never seeming to tire of it. A few of the kids try to emulate her and a few succeed and I hope she might set a trend. Every day I make sure my office door is locked and my curtains closed half way, so that it’s darker inside than out and no one can see me staring at the sexy little darling.

Alas, today, this is the only time Vicky has available, so I’m missing my daily show. She stares for several long seconds, until I can no longer ignore the pause, so I glance over my shoulder to see that, yes, little Bunty is showing off her underpants with a total lack of self consciousness. To be honest, I think her innocence is faked. Once or twice in the past she has glanced at my window, smiling, so perhaps she knows I’m always looking.

“That’s Bunty,” I say, trying to be nonchalant. “She does that every day, for the whole lunch time.”

“Oh, my God!” Vicky whispers. “She’s so cute!”

“She’s adorable,” I say. “so sweet and innocent., I just love her lack of inhibition. Pretty soon she’ll be all grown up and blushing if anyone gets so much as a glance at her knickers.”

I’m pushing my luck here, but it’s obvious that Vicky is totally captivated by the little exhibitionist. She continues to stare, whispering, “Oh, my God!” to herself over and over. Her mouth is open, her eyes wide and her breathing quickens.

“You could take a picture of her if you like,” I tell her.

She comes to with a jerk, turns to me and says, “Do you think she’d mind?”

“Only if we tell her and even then, I have a hunch she secretly likes showing off like this.”

She pulls her phone out of her purse. “I wanna make a video.” I put my hand on her shoulder and guide her to the edge of the window.

“Go ahead. Shoot between the edge of the curtain and the wall, so she won’t see you. We don’t want to frighten her off.” I hold the curtain to create a gap and Vicky aims her phone and records the thrilling sight of an eleven year old showing off her white knickers to the world. Vicky shoots through three cycles of Bunty’s act, and then the bell rings and the kids all start to leave the play ground. Bunty does one more cycle, glances in our direction and goes indoors.

Vicky turns the phone off and looks at me, a guilty grin on her face. “You probably think I’m weird,” she says.

“Not at all. After all, Bunty is the prettiest girl in the whole school, by a long way. Who wouldn’t be…” I was going to say ‘aroused’, but I settle for “…attracted by her ‘innocence’? I think she does it deliberately. She’s teasing us.”

“She does it every day?”

“Every day, and I always watch her.”

Vicky grins at me. “I envy you,” she says. “You have a whole school full of adorable little girls. I’m in the wrong job.”

“I have my own pictures of her. Would you like to see them?”

“Absolutely!” I pull up a spare chair and we sit at my desk, looking at my lap top. I have a dozen or so pictures of Bunty, all taken surreptitiously, mostly upskirts as she squatted in the sand box, one of her doing a cartwheel, a couple of handstands and one of her in the changing room wearing nothing but her white cotton knickers, her back to me, showing her perfect little bum and, of course, lots of pictures of her hanging upside down. Thank God for camera phones; it’s so easy to pretend to be talking while taking a shot.

“I think I’m falling in love,” says Vicky.

I chuckle, sympathetically. “Who wouldn’t? I’m kind of obsessed with her myself.”

She grins at me. “Then I guess our secret’s out.”

“It is.” I grin back. “We’re a pair of lesbian paedophiles, getting all wet over an eleven year old’s knickers. We’re not gonna tell anyone about this, are we?”

“Shit, no. People wouldn’t understand. We’re not predators, we just see beauty where others don’t.”

“You know, I believe that no kind of sex is off limits as long as it’s consensual.”

“But Bunty didn’t consent to being spying on and photographed.”

“I’m sure she’s perfectly aware that I watch her every day, and her apparent innocence is just an act. Every once in a while, she looks over to my window and smiles, but I never show myself. I’m in a position of responsibility and trust, and any inappropriate contact between her and me would be disastrous.”

“You’re the only the second person in the world who knows about my thing for little girls. It’s such a relief to be able to talk about it. I’ve felt guilty for years.”

“I don’t feel guilty.” Who’s the other, I wonder? “I’ve never harmed anyone nor ever will. It’s the way I’m made and I can’t change it. Just accept yourself for what you are.”

She grins. “A pervert.”

“Us perverts gotta stick together.”

“When I was Bunty’s age, I was just like her, never missing an opportunity to show off my knickers, to my dad, my uncle, visitors to the house, my teachers, boys and girls at school, mostly girls, though. It was a kind of power trip, though I didn’t think of it that way. I just loved to show off. She brings back such delightful memories.”

“I have some pictures of other girls,” I say, “some from this school but most I’ve just downloaded from the internet.” I open another file and start a slideshow. I have a hundred or so pictures of youngsters showing off their knickers, some of them quite deliberately posed. The final picture is of a girl of about twelve, totally naked, standing on a beach, beads of moisture on her lovely skin, her vagina on full view. Her breasts are just beginning to swell. She has a lovely smile on her face.

“Oh, that’s hot!” says Vicky.

“Why would her daddy post that on the internet?”

“Unless Mummy took it,” she says. “I have a daughter like that, only a bit younger. You wanna see a picture of her?” She takes her phone and opens a file. “This is little Kimmy. She’ll be eleven next week.” She’s wearing a white cotton sun dress, a kind of Mexican peasant thing, and I can just make out her pink knickers through the thin material. Vicky thumbs to the next picture where Kimmy is holding the hem of her dress up to clean her glasses. The pink knickers are now perfectly visible. They have a little white lace round the legs. She has a “look at me” smile on her face.

It’s my turns to gasp and whisper, “Oh, my God! She’s even prettier than Bunty.”

“But not as sexy.”

“I don’t agree. She’s the sexiest thing I’ve seen since …forever!”

Vicky grins. “Then look at this one.” I see a picture of Kimmy naked in the tub, lying back, her knees up and apart, resting against the sides of the tub, her vagina provocatively displayed. The smile on her face is a lewd invitation. Vicky puts her hand on my arm. She can probably feel me trembling. I’m speechless. “I think I know why Mummy took that picture of her daughter on the beach and put it on the net,” she says. “She wanted people like us to get turned on. She probably gets off on it. I’m gonna ask Kim if I can post some pics of her on a hosting site. Just imaging people all over the world looking at her naked body.” She gives a little shiver of excitement. “She’d love it and so would I.”

“I think I’m falling in love,” I groan, my hand on my heart, theatrically.

“Would you like to meet her? Of course you would. When I said you’re only the second person who knows about my love for little girls: Kim knows it too. She doesn’t think it’s weird. Maybe she’s the one who caused it to resurface after all these year, forever showing off her knickers and her naked body, getting me all worked up. I should add incest to my list of perversions.” I laugh, dutifully. She goes on, “Why don’t you come over to my place after school and stay for dinner? I think Kim would like you.”

My heart is pounding. “Will she be wearing that white sun dress?”

“I’ll make sure she does. What colour knickers would you like her to wear?”

“Surprise me.”

We exchange email addresses so we can send pictures to each other, close the deal on the stamps and I escort her to the school’s main entrance. “You can come over any lunchtime,” I tell her, “and watch Bunty.” She puts her arms round me in a more than friendly hug. “How can I thank you?” she breathes.

I can think of a few ways.

*****

When the school bell finally rings at the end of the day, I leave all my outstanding paperwork and rush home. In the shower, I use the ‘pulse’ feature on my hand held shower head to pound my clit with a water jet, then put one soapy finger in my pussy and one up my arse. I want to be nice and clean for Vicky and Kim. I finger fuck myself for a minute or so, thinking about them. Who knows what might happen?

I select a loose cream silk camisole and a short, flared skirt. I ponder about panties, then pick a pair of skimpy, white, translucent briefs that are split right up the front, with the two sides held together with a tiny pink bow. One tug and I’m all yours. The material is so sheer, you can see my pussy anyway. I fully intent to go back to my childhood habit of letting people look up my skirt. In that way I’m not so different from Vicky or Bunty.

I jump into my car and race over to her place, a semi-detached house in a quiet neighbourhood. I park in the drive and knock on the door. It opens, and there’s Kimmy in that same white peasant dress and white ankle socks with lace round the tops, looking stunning. She smiles at me as I introduce myself.

“And you must be Kimmy.”

“I’m Kim now, ‘cos I’m all grown up. Come on in, Mum’s in the shower.”

“I love your dress, Kim,” I tell the gorgeous little girl. Her chest is perfectly flat, her hips narrow, her legs slender and her face is that of an angel. I try to see what colour her knickers are through the dress, but the light is too dim.

“Mum showed me the video of that girl in your school, hanging upside down.”

“What did you think?”

“She’s cool. We don’t have a jungle gym at my school. If we did, I’d hang like that.”

I grin. “And let everyone see your knickers?”

“I think that’s the idea.” She giggles. “Did she show you the pictures of me on her phone?”

“She did. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Of course not, pictures are for looking at. Which did you like best? Don’t tell me, I know: the one of me in the tub with nothing on, right?”

“Correct. You looked so cute.”

“Sexy?”

“Extremely!”

Just then, Vicky comes down the stairs, naked except for a towel wrapped round her body. It’s long enough to cover her bum, so I don’t get to see anything exciting. She welcomes me, fixes me a glass of wine and sits me down on the living room couch. Kim stands in front of me, her mother behind her, her arms round Kim’s waist. “I bet you’re dying to know what colour knickers she has on, aren’t you?”

“I can’t wait,” I say, sincerely. Mum reaches down and lifts her daughter’s dress right up under her chin. I gasp, not with surprise, but with delight. The knickers are perfectly ordinary schoolgirl white cotton, full cut, coming almost up to her belly button, the classic little-girl look.

“Kim picked the colour after looking at the video of Bunty.”

“All little girls should wear white,” I say, “as a symbol of their innocence.”

Vicky chortles. “Yeah, right! But what we don’t yet know is what colour you’re wearing.” Instead of just telling them, I stand up, step to one end of the room, ascertain that there’s sufficient space, take one step and go into a cartwheel. I may be in my thirties, but I can still do a nice slow cartwheel. My skirt, as planned, falls and I know they can see my not-quite-crotchless knickers. Vicky is still holding Kim’s dress up.

She laughs and Kim says, “Do another one.” This time I do a handstand, hold it for as long as I can, then go right over into ‘the crab’, my back arched, my weight on my feet and hands. Not only is my skirt up round my waist, but my camisole has fallen up so that it’s now above my tits.

“Hold it right there,” calls Vicky, “while I find my phone.” I have an inverted view of her as she drops Kim’s dress and disappears. After a few seconds, I see the flash go off and I collapse on my back, my clothes in delightful disarray.

“Nice tits,” says Kim. I smile at her, gratefully. Vicky takes another pic of me, then I scramble to my feet and sit back down on the couch, my legs splayed invitingly. My camisole is still stuck up above my tits. I feel that same rush that I felt when I was a kid in the playground, putting on a show.

“Those knickers are wicked,” says Kim, grinning. “Will you buy me a pair like that, Mum?”

“First thing tomorrow.”

“Now it’s your turn,” I say. “What’s under the towel?”

Without waiting for her to answer, Kim yanks the towel from round her mother, who stands, her legs parted, her fingers laced behind her head, entirely naked. She’s utterly gorgeous, with a slender boyish figure and tiny firm tits. Her pussy is shaved as clean as my own. I feel a sudden rush of excitement. Soon, my knickers are going to be wet.

“These are my invisible knickers. I wear them all the time, don’t I, Kim?”

“You do, Mum. I have a pair, too. Do you want to see them?” Without waiting for me to reply, she lets her mother lift the dress over her head, and begins to slide her knickers down, ever so slowly. She sure knows how to tease. After several long, aching seconds, her little girl’s slit comes into view, beautifully bald. My pulse begins to race. She pushes her knickers below her knees and lets them fall. She spreads her arms out and does a pirouette. “Ta-daaah!” she sings, a big smile on her face, “Invisible knickers, invisible knickers! Look at me in my invisible knickers!” Vicky folds her in her arms and holds her tightly.

“I think she likes being naked just as much as I do,” says Vicky. “Every night, she undresses right in the window with the light on and the curtains open wide. Anyone passing in the street can see her.”

“That’s so fun,” says Kim. “You should try it, Mum.”

“But that late, there are no little girls around to see me,” she says.

“There’s me.”

“You like to watch me undress anyway, so why should I share you with the whole world?” This exchange confirms that Kim is acquainted with her mother’s paedophilia, though I doubt if she’s familiar with that word.

“I feel overdressed,” I say, lifting my hips and sliding my skirt off then following it with my camisole. Kim clearly likes my knickers so much, I decide to leave them on for the time being. Vicky comes and sits beside me on the couch and puts and arm round my shoulder. Kim sits on her thighs, her back to her mum’s chest. Vicky’s other arm goes round her daughter, her fingers playing with one nipple.

“I think you’ve got my daughter all excited,” she whispers in my ear. “Let’s see if she’s wet.” Kim giggles as her mum slowly slides her hand down her body, over her abdomen and between her legs. Her knees move apart invitingly. Mum’s hand moves lower and one finger disappears.

“Oh, she’s wet, really wet. You’re excited, aren’t you, my sweet?” She takes her hand from between Kim’s legs, brings it to her nose, inhales, then puts her finger in her mouth. “Mmm, you taste so good.” She turns to me. “I think you’d like the taste, too. Give me your hand. No, on second thoughts, why don’t you taste her directly. Would you like to be licked, Kim?”

So Mum is really into her daughter in a big way. The idea sets my pulse racing. I slide off the couch on to the carpet and kneel in front of them. Kim obligingly lifts her knees up to her chest and now I have two cunts less than a foot in front of my face, one dripping wet, the other moist, but much more exciting. I’ve eaten a few pussies over the years, but never that of an eleven year old girl at the invitation of her mother. I look up a Kim and see the excitement in her eyes.

“Lick me,” she says.

“Go on,” says Vicky. “Lick my little girl’s cunt. Make her cum. She does cum, you know. I’ve watched her cum when she masturbates.”

My head is spinning with the image of the two of them, masturbating for each other. I can’t wait any longer and I shuffle forward on my knees and press my lips against the darling little girl’s cunt. Her lips are not yet developed and I can’t detect a clit, but it’s still the most thrilling thing I’ve done in my life. I push my tongue as far into her as it will stretch, until it aches, then run it up and down her slit. I push one hand underneath her and touch her mother’s cunt, which is even wetter, and finger her lips and clit.

Vicky groans. “Oh, I’m in heaven! I can’t take it any longer – I’m gonna cum. Oh, shit, I’m gonna cum right now! Yeah! Oh, my God!” She lets out a huge whoosh of air and her legs clamp on my arm. Her hips thrust upwards, nearly dislodging her daughter, then she goes limp. I’m amazed that she would cum with so little physical touch, but I suppose that her daughter’s provocative behaviour had already brought her ninety percent of the way there. My fingers just pulled the trigger.

“I think you made her cum,” says Kim. I look up at her and she’s gazing down at me, a big smile on her face. “I love it when Mum cums.”

“I wanna make you cum,” I say.

She pushes my head away and rolls sideways off her mum’s lap. “No, me first. Sit on the couch next to mum and spread your legs.” How many eleven year olds have you heard saying that?

I oblige. “I’ll do anything you want me to,” I tell her.

She kneels between my feet. “I’m gonna pull that bow,” she says.

Vicky opens her eyes and laughs. “I knew that wouldn’t stay tied for long. Go ahead, kid. Open her secret door and show us what’s inside.”

I lift my head to watch as Kim reaches out and gently tugs on the ribbon. With her fingers, she pulls the two sides of my knickers apart, giving her an unobstructed view of my pussy, freshly shaved, glistening with moisture.

“Wow,” she breathes, “It’s beautiful, even prettier than yours, Mum.” She gazes at it, adoringly. “You have such a big clit, and big, loose lips. I love it!” She laughs and looks at her mum, who now kneels beside her, gazing intently at my lewdly displayed cunt. The feel of their eyes on me makes my tummy churn with excitement.

“You can touch it, Kim,” I say.

“Apart from Mum’s, I’ve never touched a grown-up’s thing before,” she says, leaning in closer and staring at it.

“What about other girls at your school?” asks Vicky.

“Oh, yes, I thought you knew. We touch each other a lot in the bathroom. We do all sorts of naughty stuff.”

“I can imagine,” says Vicky. “You should have told me earlier. Maybe later you can tell me all the details, maybe take some pictures,so I can have some nice fantasies to masturbate to.”

“Mum likes me to watch when she masturbates,” says Kim, grinning. “I let her watch when I do it, too.”

“Now, go ahead and touch it,” says her mum. “I wanna watch.” Kim’s fingers stroke my lips and I let out a groan of pleasure.

I hear Vicky’s breathing quicken. “This is so fucking hot,” she whispers. “I’m almost cumming again. Jesus! I’ve never been so turned on in my life. Put your finger inside her. Try two fingers.”

“Three,” I groan. I’m so wet that her fingers slide into me easily. “Try four, my sweet darling.” Her hand is now inside me, up to her thumb. “Fold your thumb into your palm and push your whole hand inside. Don’t worry, it won’t hurt. Go on, push. Push harder. Oh, fuck! That feels so good.” Her hand is now inside my cunt, up the the wrist. “Make a fist,” I groan and suddenly she’s filled me right up. I draw my knees up to my chest. “Pump it in and out, yeah, like that.” Her hand is now buried half way up her arm, touching things inside me, setting of little explosions of lust.

Vicky keeps saying, “Oh my God!” over and over, just like she did in my office. I see the flash of her camera several times and another thrill runs through me, knowing that she’ll be reliving this moment over and over, masturbating with her little girl.

I hear myself shouting, “Fuck me, fuck me! Fuck me, you darling angel.” Then I feel my orgasm building like a tsunami, breaking over me, setting my whole body on fire. I gasp for air and slowly, my excitement ebbs. I can see my chest is bright red.

I look down at Kim’s gorgeous little body as she squats between my feet, her little cunt that I just licked glistening with moisture. I’m so in love with her. She has a huge grin on her face.

“Wow, I made you cum,” she says as she carefully withdraws her hand. She licks it, front and back. “Yummy, that tastes amazing.” She leans in and place her mouth on my cunt, dragging her tongue up and down over my lips, then pushes it into my vagina. Then she licks all the way up to my swollen clit, takes it between her lips and sucks on it, hard. Where did she learn to do that?

“She can’t get enough of you,” says Vicky, looking round for her camera. “I’m never gonna forget this moment.” Neither am I. The flash goes off several times. I guess Vicky and Kim won’t be the only ones masturbating to these pictures.

“Enough,” says Vicky. “My turn now.” She pushes her daughter aside, knees between my thighs and begins to expertly eat my pussy. Kim takes the camera and takes some more shots. Then she kneels up on the couch beside me, brings her face to mine and kisses me on the mouth, her little tongue probing. Her hand goes to my breast, caressing it and pinching my nipple. In just a few seconds, I’ve cum again.

Later, in the bedroom on Vicky’s big king-size bed, we lie in a triangle, as Vicky eats me, I eat her daughter, and Kim, amazingly, eagerly laps at her mother’s cunt. Then we all swap ends, so that everyone gets to eat everyone else’s pussy. I lose count of all the orgasms. I still have my split-front knickers on. I should wear them more often.

*****

It’s the following afternoon, and just before the bell rings at the end of school, I ask my secretary to bring Bunty to my office. She looks nervous when she comes in.

“You’re not in trouble, Bunty,” I say. “Come and sit down. Next term you’ll be going to the senior school and they have a gymnastics team. I’m going to recommend that the P.E. teacher lets you try out for it.”

“Why me, Miss?”

“Because you’re a budding gymnast. I’ve noticed you use the jungle gym every lunch time. You’re quite an athlete.” She smiles, a faint blush on her cheeks. “In fact, I’ll let you in on a little secret if you promise not to tell anyone about it.”

“I promise.”

“I took some pictures of you hanging upside down. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Mind? Why should I mind?”

“Well, because I should have asked you first, but anyway, what’s done is done. Would you like to see them? Come round to this side of the desk.” She stands beside me and I have an almost irresistible urge to run my hand up the inside of her thigh and feel her up. I open the file of the still pictures and scroll through them. “You do that so effortlessly,” I say, “with such grace. You’re very pretty, you know.”

“Thank you, Miss. No, I don’t mind you taking pictures.”

“Did you know that I attended this school as a girl? I used to play on the jungle gym, just like you do. To be honest, I kind of enjoyed showing off my knickers. I know that sounds silly, but I just liked being naughty. I used to pretend that lots of people were watching me.”

“I know what you mean. It is kinda fun. Sometimes one of the teachers will tell me off but most days, there’s no staff around.”

“Except me, looking out of this window.” I stand and lead her over to the window and put my arm round her shoulder. “I have a perfect view.”

“I think I’ve seen you once or twice, Miss, looking at me.”

“And it didn’t bother you?”

“Oh, no. Not at all.”

“I even made a video,” I say.

“Oh, can I see it, please, Miss?” I sit down in my chair and play the video that Vicky emailed me this morning, on my laptop. The camera has zoomed in nicely and the pictures is clear and steady. We watch it, silently.

I whisper in her ear. “You look adorable, Bunty.”

“You can see my nipples. I wish I had boobs. Look, I’m as flat as a board.” To my surprise and delight, she lifts her dress right up under her chin, giving me a beautiful close up of her torso, clad only in her adorable white cotton knickers.

“I love you just the way you are, Bunty. You’re gorgeous!”

“I have a secret too, Miss.”

“Really? I promise I won’t tell anyone. What is it?”

She hesitates, her eyes cast down. Then, “I’m in love with you.” She glances up at me, looking scared. “I’m sorry. I just had to tell you.” So my suspicion was correct, she does have a crush on me.

“Don’t be sorry, Bunty. To be honest, I’m a little bit in love with you myself.”

She still has her dress lifted up, so I stand and put my arms round her, holding her close. I can smell her hair. Her arms go round my waist and as she bends her head back to look up at me, I kiss her on the lips, not just a peck, but the lingering kiss of two lovers. My heart is pounding.

As I lift my head, my arms prevent her dress from falling back down. I lean back and look at her. “You look so adorable, Bunty. Don’t tell anyone, but I have a thing about little girls showing off their knickers. I’m sorry, I just can’t take my eyes off you.”

“That’s all right, Miss. You can look for as long as you like. This is fun.”

I slide my hands down her back and cup her buttocks, giving them a gentle squeeze, and then I just cant help myself; I take a huge risk. My whole future is on the line here. I could lose my job and go to jail, but I just have to touch her. I run my hand between her legs, my middle finger running up and down her little girl’s slit. To my utter joy, she doesn’t pull away, on the contrary, she leans into me and puts her arms round me. “Does that feel nice?” I ask.

Her eyes are closed. “Mmmmm, yes, it kinda tickles, but I like it. I do it to myself at night in bed but I put my hand inside my knickers. You can do that if you want.”

My head is spinning as I slide my hand down inside the front of her knickers and touch her most private part. I can feel my own pussy getting wet. I slide the tip of my finger inside her and she lets out a little gasp. Then I realise where we are and what we’re doing. I take my hand out and suck my finger. She grins.

“That was naughty,” I say, “so it has to be a secret. Is your mum going to pick you up?”

“No, I walk home. It’s only ten minutes. Mum doesn’t get home until after six.”

“So you’re all alone at home until then?”

“Yes.”

“Let me drive you home, and perhaps I could stay for a while.” Her face lights up.

We leave my office and go into the playground. It’s deserted. Everyone has left and the cleaners don’t come until later. We stand and look at the jungle gym. “Do it one more time for me,” I say.

Without hesitating, she jumps up, grabs the top bar then swings her legs up, hooking them over the bar. Her dress falls as expected and now I have a perfect close up view of what I’d been seeing from a distance. She hangs for a few seconds, then swings down again, her face flushed.

“Your turn,” she says, grinning at me.

I look around. There’s no one in sight. It wouldn’t do for anyone to see the headmistress performing on the jungle gym. I grab the bar and swing my legs up. I haven’t forgotten how to do it. I hang upside down, my skirt falling over my upper body, leaving my white briefs on view. I can see her staring at me, her eyes huge.

“Awesome, Miss,” she breathes.

Back on my feet I say, “Now I’ll take you home.”

“And stay with me for a while?”

“Yes, if you let me look at your knickers.”

“Will you let me look at yours?” My heart leaps.

“Absolutely!” I grin. “Will you let me take yours off?”

She giggles. “If you’ll let me take yours off, too.”

I take her hand and we walk towards my car. Perhaps we could swing by Vicky’s house.

 

Brenda and the Barrel Racers

  • Posted on July 18, 2015 at 1:54 pm

By handheld

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

Brenda was eleven, would be twelve in September. It was summer, and she was in Rochester, Minnesota, seeing doctors. She was crazy. Her parents believed so, at least. They’d spent a week there already, sending her around for tests, making her talk endlessly about herself as they sat in the corners of rooms, frowning, weeping, grinding teeth.

“Why do you want to be a boy?” the doctors always asked.

“How long have you wanted to be a boy?” was another standby.

“Do you wish you had a penis?” was her favorite irritation, along with “Do you dream about having a penis?” Both questions always made her giggle, despite herself, and that often made her twice as angry as she’d been the second before.

“Have you ever been… touched… down there? Has anyone ever molested you? Have you ever been forced to… touch… someone else’s private parts?” those were always trotted out in some form or other sooner or later, sometimes with her parents present, sometimes after they were asked to go down the hall for a bit. The times her mother heard it were always the same: a gasp, a choking sound, leather creaking as her grip tightened on her purse. Her father would cough, shuffle his feet.

“I feel like a boy” she always answered.

“Since forever” she shrugged.

“Not at all” she tittered behind her hands, blushing. “I don’t remember” she rolled her eyes a lot, tried to show how silly it all was, to be asked about penises!

“No” and “No” and “NO!” she squirmed, feeling icky, dirty, irritated by it all.

Which answers they believed would vary, with interesting results.

The vaginal examinations were horrible, fascinating, and endless. Her clitoris was measured for length, girth, sensitivity and response. Her pelvis was x-rayed, magnetically imaged, ultrasonically bombarded, and digitally manipulated. Her anus was fingered repeatedly, deeply.

Every doctor was male, and every examination left her soaking wet, breathless, and anxious to get to a bathroom.

After the first full week, her parents decided she needed a break. There was a rodeo barely over an hour’s ride away; Brenda’s parents drove her out there on Saturday morning in silence, exhausted. It was an all-women’s rodeo – “Barrels and Breakaway”, it was called. Her mother told her plainly why they picked it. At least, she more or less did.

“Maybe we should take you to these… kinds of things, Brenda. There are so many girls out there living normal lives. You need to see more of that, I think.” Her mother was tall and beautiful, a former model in New York City. She played tennis three times a week and still did shoots for the JC Penney catalog and the Sear’s Women’s Wear Sunday circulars three or four times a year. She didn’t move her head at all when she talked. She kept her face pointing straight ahead, her back stiff.

“It’s Ben, Mom,” Brenda muttered from the back seat, flipping angrily through the copy of The Hobbit that she’d finished three nights before, trying not to look at all the cows. “And rodeo girls aren’t girly-girls, anyway. What kind of normal do you want me to be?”

“Brenda,” her father sighed, glancing back at her as he drove. He reached a hand back and patted her knee gently. Then he squeezed her knee, not so gently. “Stop sassing your mother.”

“Sorry,” Brenda mumbled, ashamed. She really did love her parents. They were the ones with the problem. She was just being who she was. Why was that so hard for people to accept? Why were they so embarrassed? So worried and angry and… weird about it all?

Her father was a stock broker, accustomed to analysis, risk, and volatility. He took surprises a lot better than her mother. Nevertheless, he lived in the world of math versus emotion, history versus mystery. A girl was a girl was a girl, no matter how she might feel otherwise about the matter.

“You’re just confused and scared, aren’t you? Getting your period now, it’s worried you.” He was sure her declarations of maleness stemmed from that – a fearful reaction to her newfound monthly bleed.

It was true, in a way: she hated her periods, and they did frighten her. They hurt so badly! The cramps kept her nearly incapacitated for days, and her panties would be such a disgusting mess. Super-thick pads didn’t sop it all up. She’d broken her hymen on the thickest tampon the supermarket sold, and that didn’t soak enough, either. Finally, at their family doctor’s suggestion, she’d put on a diaper. That, along with the pad and tampon, finally let her go out of the house on her heaviest days. Mortified. It was a hellish last three months of fifth grade. Everyone had to know when she was on the rag – those were the only days she ever wore a dress to school!

The doctor almost sent her to Minnesota about her periods, actually. But a heavy dosing of Motrin and a good supply of extra-duty Get-Around Adult Diapers seemed to do the trick. Brenda finally began to handle her periods with something approaching control. After all, it wasn’t impossible for an eleven year-old, even one in fifth grade, to start menstruating; why make a girl feel like a freak when what she needed was simply more pain medication and better absorption?

The rodeo featured girls from age four all the way up to a seniors class, with elderly ladies in tight blue denim jeans and ornate western-wear shirts hanging halfway off slathering mares with their white hair a-flutter, their little stetsons flipping onto their backs and bouncing madly, caught by the strap pulling at their wrinkled stretching throats. They twirled rope and made after terrified calves with war cries and whoops of joy that sent shivers down Brenda’s spine. These were her kind of women!

In the teen class, a tall, blonde girl in particular held Brenda mesmerized. Her hair was long and hung in a thick golden braid all the way down to her waist. Her jeans were so tight and so sweetly worn at the seat and knees, thinner there, lighter denim, the muscles of her thighs practically ripping the seams as she bent and swayed and thrust atop her horse. Her western shirt was simple, baby blue, with her name sequined on the back, just above the paper they’d pinned on that held her competitor number. Her name was Samantha. She raced barrels.

Brenda sat in the jittery wooden bleachers in a trance. At one point her father reached over, chuckling, and placed his finger beneath her chin, pushing her gaping mouth closed. “Maybe she should get into sports, baby,” he stage whispered to her mother. “Or… horses, at least?”

Then he leaned into Brenda’s shoulder and jostled her playfully. “Think you’d like to try this kind of thing out?”

Brenda, watching Samantha dismount behind the chutes, nodded. “Yeah. I think so….”

Shortly after that they let her go down alone to get them some hot dogs and drinks. It didn’t take Brenda long to find Samantha. She was heading up out of the stables, coming toward the concession stand, with a miniature copy of herself running behind, trying to keep up – a little sister, a cousin, maybe. A girl Brenda’s age. She had the same blonde hair, the same braid, the same baby-blue shirt.

Brenda ducked beneath the bleachers and stood breathlessly, watching them approach. She wondered if they’d seen her. She was wearing shorts and a tank top, not too girly, but not boyish, either. Despite her flat chest, the shape of her legs and her waist – although not terribly feminine – were fair enough giveaways that she wasn’t a boy. She couldn’t bear the thought of this tall, perfect girl seeing her that way.

Samantha was probably sixteen or seventeen, maybe older. Up close her breasts were evident enough despite her masculinizing cowgirl shirt – she had the kind of round handfuls that Brenda often found herself dreaming about in the middle of class, in the bathtub, as she watched TV and tried to do her homework. Samantha’s hips were nearly full, so nicely rounded, flaring out from a narrow belted waist.

Then she passed by, and her ass made Brenda clutch at the metal bleacher supports. Samantha’s cheeks separated deeply as her ass curved down and in, the seam of her denim marking off two lobes of flesh that pulled apart mightily as they came down around her anus. She had the kind of gap between her legs that boys coveted. She walked like she’d just been fucked hard.

The tag-along girl was cussing Samantha lustily as they cleared the port-a-potties and honed in on the hot dog stand.

“Well, fuck all, Sam! Just walk off and leave me why don’t you? What the hell kinda shit is that?” The girl stuck out her bottom lip and kicked dirt at Samantha’s heels. The bigger girl stopped short, and the smaller one ran right into her backside, bumped off, and nearly fell down.

Samantha coldly eyed the younger girl for several seconds. The tag-along ducked her head and pulled her hat down low over her brow. She was pinned with a number 19, and the sequins on the back of her shirt declared her name: Stacy. Her jeans weren’t nearly as tight or rounded out as Samantha’s. She was practically a stick in her clothes, long arms and legs, but the resemblance was too strong to deny. The girl was blood kin of some kind. They had the same face, the same hair, the same complexion. They stood the same way, facing off, hips cocked, jaw set, chest thrust out.

“Momma told you to stay with Starlight. Not follow me every damn where. Now you get on back before I swat you one.” Samantha stepped toward Stacy, but the smaller girl backed away.

“I just wanted to tell you don’t worry, is all,” Stacy protested. “You ain’t got the best time, I know. But it ain’t the worst, neither. And that got you into Sunday, don’t it? You can catch that skanky bitch tomorrow. I just know it.” She kept backing up and Samantha kept slowly coming, until Stacy’s back pressed against the crossed girders at the edge of the bleacher supports, just a few feet from where Brenda stood. Stacy thrust her hands into her pockets and fixed her eyes on her boots, shoulders slumped.

“That’s… that’s all I wanted to tell you, Sam. God damn.” Her voice was thick, and Brenda could see tears rolling down her cheeks. “Why you gotta be so fucking serious all the time, anyway?”

Then she turned abruptly and glared at Brenda. “And what the fuck do you think you’re staring at, huh?” She ducked under the crossed girders and came right at Brenda, who was now the one backing up, terrified. “You one of that bitch Courtney’s friends, huh? Some little fan? Some spying little dipshit?

Brenda found a finger on her chest, poking hard. Up close, even in the shadows, Brenda could see how puffy Stacy’s eyes were, how pink on the edges and hurt. The tears made her blotchy. She had white, crooked teeth, missing a few where the baby ones had fallen out. Her breath smelled like peanuts.

“Hey, now. Stop that. Come on,” Samantha said, suddenly at Brenda’s side, prying Stacy away from her. She turned and apologized. “I’m sorry, kid. Really. My sister’s kind of crazy.”

Brenda managed to nod, swallow, and kind of smile. Samantha didn’t notice. She was already piloting Stacy out from under the bleachers and away from the concession stand. “You stupid littlebiddy,” she snarled at her little sister, holding her by the back of her jeans, fist clenched around her belt. “You go yelling at fans like that and they’ll kick you flat out of competition for sure. Don’tnever do that again.”

Stacy flapped her arms and squealed “Sorry!” over and over, but Samantha wasn’t letting go. “Now listen here. I’m taking you back to watch over Starlight, and you will stay there!”

Brenda made her way around and back up into the bleachers, shaking, the hot dogs and drinks forgotten. Her parents asked what was wrong, but she wouldn’t answer except to shrug and say she’d gotten to see “lots of cool stuff”. She watched the rest of the competition with her knees grinding slowly together, her thighs pressing sweetly against each other.

Up close, she’d seen Samantha up close! Her eyes were so blue! They were like lakes, like the sky in a lake in the mountains! And her teeth were white and straight – with braces – but still perfect! Sure, her breath stank. It was like onions, maybe a little like old potato chips and just waking up, but Brenda wanted terribly to kiss her. She’d only been six inches away. Oh, if only!

On the ride home Brenda begged her parents to let her go back the next day, and they happily agreed. Anything to get their girl around some role models.

Brenda was careful to dress as boyishly that day as possible. Her hair was always cut extremely short, anyway, so all she had to do was throw on her number 34 Oilers t-shirt with her loose-fitting jeans and tennis shoes, and she was every bit the slobby boy. Her mother appeared to actually swallow her own tongue when Brenda finished dressing, but her dad just laughed. “Well, one thing at a time, baby. One thing at a time.”

Her parents bought better seats that second day, so Brenda was much closer to the action. On the way in they bought her a pair of cowboy boots from the vendor who’d set up shop from the back of a pickup truck in the parking lot, plus a straw stetson from the pickup next to that one. She wore the hat but not the boots, afraid they’d make her fall over.

Her mother couldn’t help but tell her how cute she looked in the hat. Brenda knew she blushed for a long time after that.

Stacy’s group went out just before noon, and, Brenda had to admit, the skinny girl was really good. She seemed to float above and around her horse more than sit on it; the horse barely appeared to notice she was even there. They tore around the barrels to a new record time, and as the ribbon got pinned on her proud chest Brenda couldn’t help but clap for all she was worth. The girl’s eyes were on fire now, and her smile wasn’t a bit bad at all.

Soon after that Brenda went down with her family get some food. “I’m going to go see… more stuff while you’re in line,” Brenda told them, not waiting for their permission nor their refusal before she walked directly away, beyond the port-a-potties. “I’ll see you back up in the seats later!” she called back over her shoulder. Her heart pounded as she made her break for it. She was all eyes for blue shirts with sequins on the back.

Several rows of trailers and pickup trucks were parked a hundred yards or so beyond the stables and the maze of temporary pens at the back of the ring. There wasn’t any kind of fence to separate the competitors’ area from the spectators, and soon Brenda found herself right in the midst of all kinds of rodeo gals and a handful of men and boys, getting friendly grins, courteous little nods. It was the lunch break for the entire rodeo, so a lot of fans and family were milling around the trailers, too. Brenda felt comfortable just wandering around, trying to nod back and touch fingers to the brim of her hat now and then, feeling kind of cool. She found herself wishing she’d put on her new boots, after all.

At the far end of the last row of trailers was a sizable pond, set back behind a stand of river birch. A low pier extended fifty feet out across the water, with a rowboat tethered at the end. Brenda wandered aimlessly to the bank of the little lake, trying to decide whether or not she should walk out onto the planks.

“You got rocks in your socks or what?” came a voice. Brenda froze, then spun around. There was a covered concrete slab in among the trees, with a picnic table at the center, a small grill beside. A woman in a baby-blue western shirt was flipping a burger, talking back over her shoulder. “Get me them buns out of the bag! You might’a just won a damn race, girl, but you still got to help with lunch.”

Stacy came out from behind the woman, then, making faces and swinging a bag of hamburger buns like a lasso. “Aw, Momma, don’t shit your britches or nothin’. I got ya’ covered.” She set the buns out to her mother’s satisfaction, then went back out of sight on the other side of the picnic area. Several other females were there, all in the same kind of baby blue western shirts, a few generations-worth of relations, apparently. Stacy wasn’t the youngest, and her mother wasn’t the oldest. There wasn’t a man in sight.

“Well now. Howdy,” said Stacy’s mother, eying her cautiously, a lot like Brenda was a skittish horse. Brenda nearly jumped out of her sneakers. She stood only about a hundred feet away, though, so she should have expected to be spotted. She hung her head, feeling like a trespasser, and made to leave. Stacy’s mom smiled, though, and said, “You hungry for a burger?”

Brenda managed to call out, “No, thanks!” and fled.

She didn’t risk a glance back until she got all the way through the trees, nearly to the trailers. There were the blue shirts, the smoke coming off the grill. How could she have missed seeing that before? There was Stacy, showing off for a couple of younger girls sitting on a cooler. They squealed with delight, it seemed, at Stacy’s every move.

“You’re that kid from yesterday,” a voice rose from nearby. It came from the trailer closest to the trees, at the very end of the row. A figure came up on the other side of the screen door, wearing a baby-blue shirt. “What brings you back ’round here? Ain’t much to see, you know.”

It was Samantha. Brenda gulped for air and slowly approached the trailer’s steps, plunging her hands in her pockets and making her best boy-scowl.

“I got bored,” she said, shrugging. “Thought I’d check things out back here.”

Samantha snorted, rolling her eyes. Brenda thought she’d die. Couldn’t she even get two sentences right?

“Only thing back this-a-way is a bunch a’ crazy rodeo gals,” Samantha chuckled. “And I do mean crazy.” She opened the screen door and stood in the doorway, looking down at Brenda, smiling. “Shoot, you already met crazy number one yesterday, didn’t you?”

Brenda tried to smile back, cocking her head in what she hoped was a handsome way. “You mean your sister?” she laughed, honestly. “Yeah, she was pretty crazy.”

Samantha rolled her eyes. “Shoot, that yesterday weren’t nothin’. You should’a seen her at Mason City last year. Damn girl punched old Courtney right in the eye. They suspended her all season for that one.” She stepped back a little, still holding the screen door open. Brenda didn’t know what to say.

But the older girl smiled and shook her head, apparently used to stares. She was that pretty.

There was something else, too. Something Brenda couldn’t quite identify, but it was there in that glance, the long look the two of them took at one another. Later on, as she gained experience and confidence – especially after Dr. Bodson would take her under her wing – Brenda would know what was going on in those kinds of looks, that kind of eye contact – the almost feral intensity of the attraction, the silent questioning, the growing certainty, the shimmering desire that quickly caught and completely changed a girl’s entire demeanor, from her expression to her posture to the way she breathed, talked, and waited for the next move.

Brenda finally broke eye contact, blushing, and Samantha made the move quickly. “Why don’t you come on up here and sit a spell? Have a Coke?” She backed farther into the trailer as Brenda slowly ascended, unable to feel her feet move at all. A tingling between her legs surged through her so strongly she almost felt nauseated, her belly quivering. Her pussy began to rapidly soak her panties right through. Brenda thought she could almost hear it squishing around as she stepped across the threshold into the trailer.

It was then that Brenda noticed Samantha’s shirt. It wasn’t what the other girls and women were wearing at the picnic area. The teenager had on a simple t-shirt, the same baby blue as her western shirt, but a plain old t-shirt all the same. On the front was a screen-printed silhouette of a girl bent low over a flowing, graceful horse. Soderlund Stables arched above the horse and rider in pleasant script.

And then Brenda noticed something else: Samantha wasn’t wearing any jeans. Or shorts. Her t-shirt didn’t make it even halfway over her hips, and her panties were a plain white cotton.

Barefoot, she was a lot shorter out of her boots. Her head was only a hand higher than Brenda’s. Her toes were painted bright red.

Her legs were covered with a thin sheen of blonde hair, almost like fur. It looked so fine, so silky, and Brenda suddenly wanted more than anything to stroke the girl’s legs. She wanted to rub her cheeks against them. She wanted to lick them, suck the hairs into her mouth, tasting every fiber.

Samantha was just turning to the nearby fridge as Brenda stepped fully into the trailer and let the screen door close behind her, heart in her throat. She was alone. The trailer was still and silent. There weren’t even any lights on.

“I was just gettin’ myself ready to ride,” the teenager said, opening the refrigerator and bending over. Brenda stared hard at Samantha’s perfect, splitting ass. It was like an upside-down heart. The cheeks were tilted toward each other at the top, away from each other at the bottom. She was so open, her panties didn’t cover much but the empty crack between, and her tight musky holes.

“Already ate my lunch, you know, just chicken salad,” Samantha said, still bent halfway into the fridge, her torso out of sight around the door, the sole of one foot rubbing the top of the other as she rummaged around. “That’s how I do it, ‘fore I ride.”

She came back up with a bottle of Coca-Cola in hand, smiling. It was then that Brenda finally noticed that Samantha wasn’t wearing a bra. Her nipples were stiff, poking against the underside of her t-shirt like hard little fingers.

“I like some alone time,” Samantha purred, still holding out the Coke. Brenda finally reached for it, but the older girl abruptly pulled it back, stepping farther along into the kitchenette.

“No, now wait a sec,” she said, opening drawers. “We need that dang opener….”

“I- It’s OK,” Brenda stuttered. “I should just go, you know. Let you get ready.”

Samantha turned back to her, concerned. “Hey now, I don’t need to go nowheres for a whole ‘nother hour.” She shook her head. “I got plenty a’ time to get dressed and such.”

She waved the Coke in the direction of the picnic table and all her relations. “That’s why they gone and got out of my way, see? I need to get myself focused before they swoop on in to ‘help’ with all their noise and stupid crap.” She shook her head even harder and looked Brenda hard in the face. “I just can’t stand all the crap, you know?”

Brenda didn’t know, but she managed a shrug that seemed to say a lot to Samantha. The teenager set the Coca-Cola down on the counter and smiled. “What’s your name, anyway?” she asked, her eyes roaming Brenda up and down.

“Ben!” Brenda blurted, her voice cracking. “I’m Ben.”

Samantha frowned a little, but only for a moment. She went back to the fridge and popped the bottle cap using the door handle. “It’s got a thing built-in,” she said, shrugging, passing the fizzy soda to her. “Guess I forgot.”

Brenda wasn’t sure exactly what was going on, but it suddenly felt very different in the trailer. Samantha was looking her over again. Studying her. Brenda busied herself drinking the Coke, hoping to show off her manly adam’s apple, make a convincing display of Mean Joe Green-style gulping.

She finished quickly, proud of herself despite forcing down the painful urge to belch, and handed the bottle back. Samantha took it and ran her tongue around the bottle’s mouth, then slid the tip of her tongue inside. She never took her eyes off Brenda’s face.

“You know what I like to do with these Coke bottles, Ben? When I’m gettin’ ready to ride? Matter-a-fact, I was just about to do it when you walked up….”

Samantha put her mouth around the bottle, got her lips way down on the neck, and held them there for several seconds. Her eyes were watering when she finally pulled off the glass with a little gasp. Two long strings of saliva ran from the Coke bottle back up to her lips.

“First I get it wet,” she murmured, slowly licking the bottle neck up and down, pausing several times to load her tongue with a plentiful supply of spit.

“Then …” she continued, reaching down and pulling the crotch of her panties aside, “I shove …” she put the mouth of the bottle against her pussy with her other hand, pressing upward, “… and I shove …” she pulled it out, then pushed it back in, then did it again, “… until I can’t shove no more.”

The teenager sank against the counter, moaning, working the bottle farther and farther up inside herself. She watched Brenda and smiled, flashing her perfect teeth behind those braces in the dim trailer light.

Brenda could barely stand still and watch. She wanted to touch herself, to slide a hand in her jeans and slop around inside her soaked panties. Did girls really do this to… to things? Stick things up inside? Brenda watched the bottle disappear and reappear over and over under Samantha’s experienced, agile fingers and imagined herself doing it, too. She flashed to other objects she could use, things back at her house, right now, just waiting for her to fuck. An empty beer bottle. A hot dog. A cucumber. The handle of a hairbrush. Her bedpost.

Brenda swayed, almost overwhelmed. A shiver took hold of her, head to toe. She began sweating profusely. Her entire body seemed to itch, all at once.

“You wanna take a taste of this bottle now?” Samantha panted. She slowly pulled the Coke bottle out of herself, raising it between them. “Bet you’ll love it.”

Brenda wanted to jump toward the older girl, to leap at her and… and… she didn’t know quite what! But she was ready to move! Mastering every ounce of her eroding self-control, the child stepped in closer and put her hands lightly around Samantha’s wrist, pulling the bottle slowly toward her own mouth. Her tongue found the neck. The glass was slick, almost slimy. It smelled faintly sweet, faintly fishy, and it tasted like nothing Brenda had ever known before. She tipped the mouth of the bottle into her own mouth, then pushed it as far inside as she could get, imitating Samantha’s mouth from a few moments before.

“I like seeing you do that,” Samantha crooned, sliding her body up against Brenda’s side. Her breasts pushed hotly against Brenda’s arm. Her leg crooked itself around Brenda’s, her cunt squishing hard against Brenda’s hip. Her mouth breathed fire on Brenda’s neck, her ear.

“I like to fuck myself before I ride, Ben. I fuck whatever’s around. You ever do that?”

Brenda shivered, turning her face away from the bottle, opening her mouth to Samantha’s, their tongues dancing. The teenager moaned her approval. Brenda knew how to kiss. She’d spied on her mom and dad plenty of times. She knew a lot. And she had kissed other girls before, too. That was what had landed her in Rochester: her mom caught her frenching Adriana, the daughter of the Puerto Rican lady who cleaned their house. It was the third girl she’d been caught kissing that spring, in fact, and that was simply three times too much.

Samantha’s arms slipped around Brenda’s neck as the girl turned herself fully into the teenager’s embrace. Brenda’s nipples rubbed against the inside of her shirt as it slid slowly back and forth. Samantha’s firm, round breasts rose and fell against her own flat ones, sending cascades of pleasure down to her toes and back, funneling it all, finally, deep into her center.

Her clit throbbed. Samantha was grinding her thigh against it, through her jeans. Brenda could barely stand. Samantha broke off their kiss and laughed, pulling back just enough to look Brenda in the eye.

“Why is your name Ben?” she whispered.

Brenda came accidentally. Samantha had reached down, the moment the question left her lips, and used her hand to squeeze and knead on Brenda’s swollen, needful pussy. Her big clit was caught between her own pubic bone and the heel of Samantha’s hand as it drove against her through her rapidly dampening jeans. The girl’s knees buckled. She hit the floor shaking, her legs jelly.

“BRENDA WILLIAMS, PLEASE REPORT TO THE CONCESSION STAND IMMEDIATELY.”

The public address system blared harshly in the distance, rattling through the trailer like a sonic wrecking ball. Brenda couldn’t help but jerk herself up straight the moment she heard her name. Samantha laughed and helped Brenda steady herself.

“Hey, I think that’s you,” she said, kissing the tip of Brenda’s nose. “Must’a wandered off, huh?”

Brenda could barely breathe, but she managed to gasp, “No… no. That isn’t me.” She shook her head, eyes burning, knees still shaking. “I’m Ben. Ben.”

Samantha clucked her tongue, then leaned in and licked the girl on her ear. “Sure, honey. Whatever you want.”

Brenda knew she was caught in her lie. She knew it was stupid to lie. But she didn’t feel like Brenda. She wasn’t Brenda. She was Ben – a silly fucked-up dickless boy with periods that hurt and parents who wanted her fixed.

Brenda knew she was lost. Crazy. She didn’t even want a dick. She liked what she had. Her body felt just right to her. But not her identity. She wanted a name, a place. A role in the world. She wanted a life. The one that fit.

And there was Samantha. Brenda certainly wanted her. And any other girl, really. Older, younger, whatever. She wanted them badly. She’d burned for them for as long as she could remember, never questioning her need. Now she had her chance, but why did it have to be so hard? Why couldn’t she just be a girl, too, let her guard down, would it really be so bad?

Brenda leaned into the teenager, hugging herself, letting Samantha wrap her arms around her and nuzzle her neck. She didn’t know what to do. She wanted to stay. She had to go.

She could smell her pussy, feel her juices smearing everywhere inside her jeans, her soaked panties pulled up into the crack of her ass. She throbbed.

Samantha slid her hands beneath Brenda’s shirt, slowly running her fingers up and over the girl’s rigid, fat nipples. Brenda moaned. She leaned back into the counter, steadying herself with her hands to either side of the counter top, opening her entire front to whatever Samantha wanted to do.

“Oh God,” Brenda whispered. “Oh God.”

Samantha’s other hand slid inside the front of Brenda’s jeans, fingers slipping cautiously under the waistband of her panties. The teenager pulled off a nipple with a loud pop. She ran her tongue up Brenda’s throat, then kissed her deeply again. Brenda moaned into the older girl’s mouth as Samantha’s fingers finally found her clit. They paused, trembling, over the girl’s engorged, slippery nob of flesh. Samantha broke off the kiss and leaned back, studying Brenda’s face.

Brenda wept a little and tried to meet her gaze. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I’m so sorry.”

Samantha smiled, though, and once again kissed the tip of her nose. “For what?” she asked. “Feels just right to me. Feels fuckin’ amazing.”

Then Samantha grinned and knelt before her. She pulled her hand out of Brenda’s pants and set herself to work on the girl’s button-fly. Brenda watched, bewildered, longing. Samantha sighed with satisfaction, glancing up, as the last button gave way before her long, nimble fingers.

“Think I can see it, honey?” she asked. “Think I can get a little taste?”

Brenda nodded and stepped out of her shoes and socks, out of her jeans, out of her panties. Samantha helped her with it all, grinning hungrily. Brenda finally pulled her shirt off over her head and leaned back against the counter, nude, dripping, ready.

Samantha leaned over, spreading Brenda’s knees apart, wiggling up close between them. The teenager lightly, tenderly kissed Brenda’s clit. Then licked. Sucked.

And Brenda came again.

 

The Seduction of May

  • Posted on July 17, 2015 at 1:49 pm

By hornykate

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in August 2013 }

We used to live in a block of flats. It wasn’t a bad area. We had some rough types as neighbours, though they may have thought the same about us. I was a single mother with three young daughters aged eight, seven and six. They were friends with some of the neighbours’ kids and I used to enjoy watching them all play on the front garden through my upstairs kitchen window.

Some of the kids I REALLY enjoyed watching, such as Angel (who wasn’t an angel at all, she was the opposite, and I spent many nights wondering just how un-angelic she could be!). Then there was May, a seemingly quiet child, but one who had some odd character traits. She was eight years old but she always used to aim straight for my six year old, and often tried to pick her up as though she were a baby. Once or twice I caught them in some seemingly private place whispering furtively. I kept my eye on that girl. There was definitely something a little strange about her.

I’d bought one of those flimsy pop-up tents for my daughters to play in, and one day I noticed from my window that May and my six-year-old Daisy had gone into the tent and were clearly on their own in there. A gut feeling told me to go downstairs and see what they were up to. For some reason, I literally crept up to the tent, feeling sure I’d catch them in the middle of something they shouldn’t be doing, and when I whipped back the tent door flap my six year old was naked.

“What on earth is going on here?” I asked, outwardly calm but inwardly a little less so.

“May told me to take my clothes off!” said Daisy, looking for all the world like she was about to cry.

I calmed my little girl down, not wanting her to think she was in trouble, then looked to May. “Well?” I asked, “why did you do that, May?”

She had no answer. I didn’t expect her to have one, and again I didn’t want her to feel she was in trouble. Kids stuff, I told myself. Natural curiosity.

“It’s okay,” I told them both, “but keep your clothes on next time.”

That was May. Pleasant, polite, quiet. But odd. I thought of the adage ‘quiet rivers run deep’ and that’s how I felt about her. She was no taller than Zoë, my eldest, but she seemed so because she was skinnier. Facially, she was beautiful. Long blonde hair, lithe of limb, but always seeming a little on the unwashed side. In the USA you’d probably describe her as white trailer-trash. Is that the phrase?

Her lack of personal hygiene actually did something for me. It evoked a very strong emotional response that came from my childhood.

When I was about ten I had what was undoubtedly my first lesbian experience. There was a group of us that hung around together; school friends and a few sisters of school friends. One of these sisters was a girl called Tracey. The family were clearly very poor, and looking back now, I realize that the mother had what we now call learning difficulties.

Anyway, one day I happened to find myself alone with Tracey, on a piece of waste land we called the rec, short for Recreational Area. It was dusk. She was sitting opposite me on the grass. I could see her panties. They were originally white but they seemed faded and slightly yellow. And there was a piss stain right on the crotch. I couldn’t keep my eyes off it. The discoloured panties were probably a reaction from an even earlier childhood event that I wasn’t aware of, but it was such an erotic turn on for me.

We talked about nothing much really, but I was slowly moving closer and closer to her. I’m not deliberately skipping details here, I genuinely can’t remember how it happened, but I began kissing her. Then I had her stand up in front of me so I could kiss her cunt through her panties. It seems really odd that I should have done that, but at the time it felt like a normal thing to do.

I was a rather sexual little thing as a youngster, starting masturbating when I was seven or eight and often looking for things I could put into myself. I even did something I feel a little shame about: I took a carrot from the veg bowl and used it on myself, actually getting it inside my cunt, and for dinner that night we had a beef stew and my little carrot was there, in the dinner! (Oops!). But I’m losing myself in my memories.

Suffice it to say, I had a sense that May was, shall we say, a little under-washed. And what with that, and my discovery of her undressing my youngest in a tent, my thoughts that night as I lay in bed were not exactly innocent.

The following days were free of incident. No more unusual behaviour. But about a week later, I was watching the children play in the garden. My ex was due to pick the kids up and, bang on time he turned up, the children waved me goodbye, my ex blew me a kiss (we were still friends!) and my three jumped aboard his beat up Rover and were gone, leaving a few stray children in the garden. It was a communal space, so they carried on playing.

May was there, wearing a skirt that was too short and a crop-top that revealed a flat little tummy. Ah, her skinny little legs. I loved them.

I noticed her younger sister was there too, just as something happened that shocked me, it was so unexpected and so out of character. May, for whatever reason, hit her little sister really hard on the back of the head.

I knew she was odd, but violent? Her little sister started crying. It was upsetting, to be honest, and I felt quite angry. I don’t like bullying of any sort. I opened the kitchen window and shouted “May!”

She looked up and froze. I curled my Peter Pointer finger and beckoned her upstairs. Why, I wasn’t sure. She wasn’t my child. I had no real authority to tell her off. But then, I wasn’t going to tell her off, I just wanted to talk to her, tell her what she’d done was not acceptable.

I heard her slowly climb the concrete stairs, and I waited until I could see her in the frosted glass of the door. I opened it, sharply, as if to convey my authority. “Come in a minute, May,” I said, straight faced, “I’d like a word.” She came inside and I closed the door and ushered her into the living room. “Sit down, please.”

She sat. Legs together. Prim. Abashed. She knew she’d been rumbled. I sat on the coffee table opposite her, a big solid oak thing. “Why did you do that?”

“What?” she asked, quietly but sort of defiant.

“You know what. You hit your little sister. You made her cry.”

In spite of myself, I realized I was taking advantage of the fact she was staring at the floor by looking at her legs. Wrong, I know. It was funny, really. Funny peculiar, not funny ha-ha, that on the one hand I was being my usual maternal self in protecting a young child, but was at that moment being most UN- maternal in trying to look up this eight year old’s skirt.

“No-one likes a bully,” I said whilst desperately trying to alter the angle of my gaze, “and what I saw looked like bullying.”

Silence.

“How would you feel if someone older than you hit you on the back of the head?”

More silence. Then I noticed her poor little face. Tears were starting to roll down her cheeks.

I felt bad. Had I gone too far? Chastised too much? I left the coffee table and sat down next to her. She had her hands in her lap. I took one in my hands and stroked it gently. She didn’t pull away.

I apologized, but still insisting that she shouldn’t have done what she did. She agreed. She nodded her head, snuffled, wiped away the tears with her free hand. I was still stroking the other.

And then everything sort of changed. I moved a little closer so we touched, then slowly wrapped my arm around her shoulders. “Are you okay?” I asked. She nodded again, but was still a little tearful.

I was now rubbing, stroking her shoulder. And I could smell her. Unwashed female genitalia may not appeal to most, but for reasons I’ve already explained, it gets me every time. This smell, this aroma, took me back so many years. We sat there together, she slowly calming down, me slowly doing the opposite. I was still stroking her shoulder and she seemed to turn in to me, and it felt the most natural thing in the world to bring her towards me so her head was nestling on my shoulder. At that point I moved my hand away from HER shoulder and placed it on the side of her head, where I continued stroking, caressing.

I felt a little giddy. The close proximity of this child, the intimate contact, the smell, and yes, the shortness of her skirt all combined to create a situation that I knew I should put a stop to. I placed May’s hand back in her lap, but kept my own hand there, enclosing hers in mine so that my fingers rested on her bare leg, the one nearest me.

I was in a daze. My middle finger began to draw a vague arch on her thigh. It was a gamble. I was thinking, would I be able to explain such a thing if she suddenly sat bolt upright and asked what I was doing? Probably not. But I didn’t stop. Consider what’s happening, I told myself. I’m with an eight year old child, she has her head nestled in the crook of my neck, I’m drawing small figures on her thigh, she’s not pulling away, not running from my flat in hysterics, she’s actually more calm now than at any point since she walked through my door.

Then her legs parted, ever so slightly, and the vague one-fingered arcs I was tracing on her leg became bolder, more definitive. My breathing became more laboured as she nestled ever closer to me, her legs parting a little more. My finger, joined by the other fingers, began to caress her inner thigh, the smell becoming intoxicating.

I impetuously kissed the top of her head. May’s hair was clean, but I could smell the unwashed aroma of her sex, the panties that I guessed had not been changed for days, the beautiful heady aroma of piss and little girl cunt.

I was transported through the years, I was ten again and back with Tracey on the rec at dusk on a warm summer evening, licking the slightly soiled gusset of a preteen girl.

Back in the present, I hadn’t realized how high my hand had travelled along May’s thigh and… and… and my fingers were now touching the frilled edge of her knickers. I was stroking the sinews at the top of her thighs as she opened her legs as wide as she could.

Realizing the situation had already gone beyond my control, I ran my finger along her panty-covered slit. I’d gone past what would be acceptable, I was in the Kingdom of Desire, and I was lost. My middle finger was now sliding up and down the groove in her panties, and I could feel the wetness of her eight year old cunt. May was breathing heavily into my neck. My head was swimming as I traced the waistband of her knickers, felt the taut flatness of her tummy, diverted into her belly-button, then down and beneath the elastic to touch the bare, naked, hairlessness of her vulva.

She was wet. So wet, in fact, it surprised me. And I’m no expert, but I don’t think she was a virgin. I slid one finger inside her, not wanting to hurt her but it went in so easily that I added another finger. My God, she was wet. Really, yes, children do respond to sexual stimuli.

I had to kiss her, I wanted to so much. I positioned her head so she was looking towards me and leant forward until our lips met. She was no stranger to this. Her tongue slid into my mouth and, not wanting to be outdone, I met her tongue with mine. We kissed. I expected nervousness, timidity. But no, she kissed me like a lover, like one who has kissed before. I tasted her saliva. I used the hand I wasn’t fingering with to cup her face, feel her delicate cheekbones. My tongue was in her mouth, licking along her teeth.

I had two fingers inside May’s cunt, but wanted to taste her through her knickers, so I slid down to the floor and positioned myself between her legs. I looked up into her eyes as if seeking confirmation, and she just stared at me, her eyes sort of half-lidded, almost lizard-like, but aware enough of what I was about to do. I put a hand on each thigh to keep them apart, not that I thought I’d have any resistance. I looked, gazed, stared at her concealed slit.

Her panties, like Tracey’s, were slightly soiled, with a faint tint of yellow. I bent forward and ran my tongue along her piss scented cunt, thinking about taking her knickers off and putting them under my pillow. But I didn’t. I licked. And licked. And licked, until her knickers were so wet I could’ve wrung them out. I licked, then kissed her cunt, her prominent pubic bone, her beautifully flat tummy, her immature but developing chest, licking each nipple in turn, then up to her face, where I kissed her again. I wanted to kiss her hard, with passion, but didn’t. We kissed gently, delicately.

“Why’d you undress Daisy?” I asked, between kisses. “Did you want to do this with her?”

She didn’t answer, just smiled.

So I made the return journey down her skinny little body, kissing both her nipples, firstly through her crop-top, then rucking up the material so we could be skin on skin. Her breasts were barely there but her nipples stood out, enough for me to gently bite them.

After a minute or two I felt her hand on my head, exerting a gentle downward pressure, and I knew she wanted me between her legs again. But I wanted her to ask, so instead I raised my head so we were face to face.

“What do you want me to do?” I asked in a barely audible whisper.

“What you did before,” she replied, just as quietly.

“Tell me,” I said, “tell me you want me to lick your cunt.”

And slowly, the words came out. “I want you to lick me,” she said. I didn’t move. “I want you to lick my cunt. Please. Lick my cunt.”

I almost came there and then, but managed to control myself. Instead, I did as May asked. I kissed my way down that beautiful little body until my head was between her legs once more, looking at the now soaked gusset of her panties, the sight and smell driving me insane. I gently moved the gusset to one side and licked along her baby slit; up first, then moving downward, not stopping until my tongue was teasing her little butthole.

That seemed to trigger an erotic response from her, in that she lifted her legs up from the floor and drew her knees up to her body, exposing her puckered hole to my invasive tongue. And like her cunt, May’s rosebud was a tad unwashed, which inflamed my lust even further. My tongue first licked, teased, then slid into her rectum. Her breathing was ragged, laboured. I alternated between her ass and her cunt, savouring the delicious taste of both, my tongue slipping easily into both holes.

I wanted this little eight year old girl to come, wanted her to explode in my face. I could taste her cunt juice, I could taste her piss, and I could taste her shit too. That may revolt some, but it only made me want her more.

Then it happened. I felt May’s hands on my head as I concentrated on her clit, then her juices flowed into my mouth. And as she came, I was thinking of her in the pop-up tent with my daughter Daisy, wondering what would’ve happened had I not interrupted them. I had a feeling that would be a staple fantasy of mine for years to come.

 

New Neighbors, Chapter 5

  • Posted on July 17, 2015 at 1:42 pm

By Donna and Thom

—- Clare —-

Donna and I had just managed to get off with a hand snaked into each other’s panties when we heard the car in the driveway. Thom and the girls were just getting in. I grabbed my sweat pants and threw them on and ran out the door. Typically I had time to get upstairs from my short rendezvous with Donna before they got to the house. If I had hesitated to French kiss her or cop one last feel of her gorgeous bum, then I would run part way up the stairs and then turn quickly around and act like I was coming down to greet them.

We were nearing the end of the week and the girls would be going back for another lesson with Donna. I got the impression from her that she would be teaching them oral techniques and expecting them to be able to bring their partner to orgasm before she would be letting them out of class. That in combination with my working on seducing them would result in the perfect storm that might culminate in my making love with my daughters, a fantasy that I had held for quite a long time but couldn’t figure out how to fulfill until Donna came along. Her teaching sex education at a private girls school gave me the perfect excuse for sending my girls for private lessons.

In addition to the great sex that I was thinking about having with my girls and that I WAS having with Donna, in the back of my mind, I was thinking that I needed to try to massage this whole experience into persuading my daughters to be lesbians from this point on and not to even begin to get involved with boys. I was thinking of making a similar declaration for myself, and maybe I would be able to commit myself to Donna if she would have me, though I wasn’t quite sure how I was going to deal with the girls’ father, Thom.

I had one more opportunity to be alone with the girls and make myself alluring before they were going for their next lesson with Donna. Donna always saw them after supper when Thom left for his card game. Since he was out of town this particular night, I would be alone with them from when they got out of school until they went downstairs.

Luckily, it was a hot, spring night which meant I could start out with very few clothes on to begin with. I selected a T-shirt cut off just below my boobs and no bra so that as I moved around or bent over, some parts of my tits would be exposed. For my bottom, I wore a pair of short-short cut-off blue-jean shorts and no panties underneath. I was counting on my shaved pussy being exposed around the legs of the shorts when I spread my legs apart.

When the girls came home from school, I told them to get into comfortable clothes, maybe their T-shirts and panties since they would be going to see Donna after we had a light supper. Being the obliging kids that they are, that is exactly what they did and came out with cut-off T-shirts themselves and their little cotton panties. So that their attention began to focus on me, I started off a conversation talking about their bodies and how lovely I thought they were becoming.

“Wow, Melinda,” I said, “your legs are becoming so long and shapely.”

“What about my legs?” Leslie asked even before Melinda had a chance to respond.

“Well, your legs are pretty nice Hon, but Melinda is maturing at her age. You will have a couple more years before that stuff begins to happen with you. See how her legs and mine are quite similar in size and shape?” I purposely spread my legs apart to show them off and give them a clear view of my pussy as it peeked out the edge of my shorts at them. I caught them both staring at it and not at my legs at all.

“Gees Mom, your cunny is showing,” said Leslie, Melinda still not saying a word.

“Oh, sorry. It’s just that it’s so hot I didn’t feel like wearing any panties. In fact, I’m thinking about stripping down naked since your father won’t be home tonight. Would you be upset about that if I ran around naked?”

“Oh, gees Mom, I don’t know. Would anyone be able to see you?” finally Melinda spoke up more worried about her own embarrassment than mine or her sister’s.

“Probably not; we’re on the second floor and you already know that Donna and I are close.” I stood up and stripped off my T-shirt and then my jeans shorts and sat back down naked.

“Ah, can I ask you about that?” Leslie said. “I mean are you and Donna going to be lesbians? And will you still be with Dad?”

I wasn’t exactly prepared for this conversation and I should have suspected that Leslie, my youngest, would figure it out before Melinda or at least say something about it before Melinda did.

“Well, you know that your dad and I are not exactly the closest couple in the world and that he and I both have lives of our own. You need to know that we have both agreed to let each other pursue any relationship that we might encounter to see where it might go. You can ask him about that agreement and I think he will concur.”

“I sort of did that, Mom,” Leslie said, “and he said the same thing. I didn’t tell him about Donna though, either about us or about you doing stuff with her.”

“I think I should thank you for that, dear. It’s too early in all of our relationships with Donna to be able to say with certainty what might happen next. But, I have been thinking that I sort of wished that I had committed myself to being a lesbian at your age and not had relationships with boys, even your father.”

“What about us? You would not have had babies if you only loved women,” Melinda finally found her voice.

“Not exactly. Lot’s of lesbian couples have babies, either through adoption or artificial insemination.”

“Artificial, what?” Melinda wanted to know, being a bit snotty that I had an answer to both her obvious and subtle question.

“Insemination. Sperm from a male donor that was given earlier and sometimes frozen. You can pretty much pick the sex and a lot of the characteristics. Anyway, in case you were wondering, you were all naturally conceived.”

“Do you think it’s better to be a lesbian, Mom and not have a boyfriend?” Leslie asked, still taking the lead.

“I’m close to saying I think so. Not all of me has made up my mind, but most of me has, and when we do, if we do, then our family will have many decisions to make. For the time being though, I think we should strip down to whatever we think will make us feel better in this heat and be comfortable.”

Both of my girls stripped off their T’s and panties and the three of us were naked, together in the family room. It was really a good feeling to see them naked and uninhibited and to be naked with them. We continued talking for a few more minutes and then I admonished them to get downstairs so as not to keep Donna waiting.

“Okay, run along. Donna will be waiting for you.”

“Like this Mom, shouldn’t we dress?” Melinda asked.

“No, I don’t think so. I think she’ll be happy to see you, just the way you are. Now scoot.”

—- Donna —-

When Clare left in such a hurry I felt empty and disappointed, realizing that she and I were truly bonding in a very special relationship. I could easily imagine our becoming partners in a permanent sense, raising her daughters as both mother and father to them, assuming, of course, that Thom could be persuaded to remove himself from the scene.

But that conjecture was premature, I realized, and though my pussy was still tingling from the sensations left there by Clare’s talented fingers, I decided to fix myself a drink, have a little supper, and wait for my little pupils to arrive for their next lesson in lesbian lasciviousness.

As I sipped my gin and tonic (easy on the tonic), I recalled my first session with the girls—their eagerness to explore each other’s young bodies, their delicious taste as I licked their little cunnies. The way they seemed to wholeheartedly warm to the lesbian way of loving. I couldn’t wait to teach them how to lick my pussy and eventually to taste their own mother’s delicious cunt cream.

My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of two sets of feet pounding down the stairs, and before I could rise from my position on the couch, where I had been fingering my pussy while sipping at my drink, the girls burst in and I saw them in all their naked glory. What a beautiful sight they were as they rushed up and crawled onto the couch on either side of me and hugged me with their sweet, naked bodies.

“Well, what have we here?” I gasped, as they each placed a warm and wet kiss on my cheeks and let their hands wander over my thinly covered torso, feeling my breasts as the nipples hardened under their little probing fingers.

“Mommy says we are to do whatever you tell us to do,” cried Leslie, running her hand down into my shorts and toying with my pubic hair.

Melinda didn’t say anything but, lowering her head and reaching to pull my t-shirt up, bent to suck on my right nipple. Her hot little mouth just took the nipple in and made it stand up hard and wanting. I took the shirt the rest of the way off and motioned Leslie to glom onto my other breast, which she eagerly did.

It was heavenly to feel these two sweet, young girls sucking at my breasts, almost making me wish I had become a mother. But wait! I was having all the pleasure of being a mother without any of the pain or discomfort of child birth or the mess of taking care of infants. This was the best of both worlds!

As the girls noshed on my nipples, I caressed their lithe bodies, running my hands up and down their backs, cupping the little ass cheeks and letting my fingers explore the soft crevasses of their anuses and pussies.

When I could stand it no longer I pushed the girls away from me and sat up, suggesting we retire to the bedroom. The girls wanted a taste of my gin and tonic, so I let them each have a sip. Neither of them liked the taste, but I thought it might make them a little more open to what I had in mind for them in the bedroom.

We all plopped down on the bed together, and I asked them if they would like to get better acquainted with my pussy. They were eager to explore, so I lay on my back, stretched my legs apart and nudged their heads down to between my outspread thighs.

My pussy was wet and runny, and when I felt little fingers probing and playing with my nether lips, I began a slow, long orgasm that lasted the whole time the girls were at my glory hole. Leslie lost no time in being the aggressor, diving down to bury her face in my cunt and run her tongue up from the crack into my sopping pubic hair. Melinda followed suit, and soon I felt two sets of lips and two tongues swishing around and glorying in the honey at the opening of my womanhood. The girls took to cunt lapping like they were born for it, and soon I had to push them away so I could get my breath.

After resting a bit while the girls played with each other’s pussies, I told Melinda to kneel over my face while Leslie went back to sucking my pussy. I took Melinda’s lovely sweet spot into my mouth as I held her ass cheeks in my hands and she pressed her cunny into me as she wriggled and writhed in a sweet orgasm. Leslie got me going again quickly, and we continued until all three were lying in a heap, sweaty and satisfied.

While we lay there, one girl on each side of me, them idly playing with my pussy and breasts, me caressing them softly, Leslie piped up and said, “Donna, do you suppose our mom would enjoy doing this kind of thing with us?”

I was taken aback by this question, but pleased that it had come from one of them rather than from me. “Why, I bet she would enjoy it,” I responded. “Shall we get her down here and see what she thinks?”

Leslie hopped right off the bed and ran to the door saying, “I’ll go up and get her to come down here now.”

In a few minutes I heard footsteps on the stairway again, and in walked Clare, being led by the hand by her darling daughter, Leslie. “Mom! You came!” gushed Melinda, perhaps a bit surprised to see her mother, also nude, approaching the bed and climbing on, giving me a warm kiss on the lips as she did.

Then I orchestrated a lovely scene in which Clare was able to explore her daughters’ youthful bodies and then allow them to learn the taste of their mother’s pussy. Meanwhile, Clare and I exchanged warm kisses and licks, and when all of us were exhausted, we lay together in the bed, a warm and happy family, and plotted how we were going to make a lovely lesbian life together.

 

New Neighbors, Chapter 4

  • Posted on July 17, 2015 at 1:40 pm

By Donna and Thom

—- Clare —-

Ever since our first love making, Donna and I had been catching a quickie in the afternoons when she got home from teaching. My girls were usually doing their homework, and I didn’t have to worry about Thom coming home for several hours, and I’ve usually pretty much prepared supper ahead of time.

On the afternoon I told Donna what I had gotten the girls to agree to, I had gone down on her on her bed and she had wrapped her knees around my head, her lower legs and feet were down my back. She was thrusting her sex into my mouth and I told her about the arrangement as I caught a breath of air.

The thought of it seemed to really turn her own because when I got back to business she had a super orgasm that drenched my face with her cum. Her orgasm got me pretty excited as well and I climbed up from between her legs and lay on top of her and gave her a sloppy opened mouth kiss, smearing her great scent all over her face from mine. I then pulled my self up to a straddle over her tummy and masturbated myself to a pretty neat finish as well. I like to pump my pussy while someone is watching. Imagining that it was Donna and my daughters got me very turned on.

I was a complete wreck the entire day that the girls were going to Donna’s for their first lesson. As soon as Donna came home, I checked in with her to make sure she was still a go. She was having a drink to relax herself and offered me one which I quickly accepted. She showed me the pajamas and panties she was planning to wear when the girls came down later, and asked me if I thought they would be ok.

I wanted to see her in them and told her so. I actually wanted to see her out of them, and have her bare bottom on my face. We settled for some French kissing and snaking our hands under each other’s clothes for a bit and then I ran back upstairs to greet the girls, who were coming home from school.

After supper, as soon as Thom had left, the girls got undressed and put on panties and T-shirts to go downstairs. I wished them luck, and off they went. I got undressed myself after they left, and wrapped a terry cloth robe around me so that I would be readily available when I visited Donna after the lesson.

When they came back upstairs, they seemed transformed. Their skin was all aglow from the aura of their experience, they were animated, discussing the pros and cons of fingers in, and fingers on, and kissing things.

“Did you have a nice time, girls?”

“Oh yes mommy,” said my little one, “Donna is a great teacher and it feels so good to do that stuff.”

“Wow, I didn’t know it could be better with someone else but it got me all excited when Leslie pulled down her panties and seeing Donna naked and sucking on her boobies…” Melinda said without prompting. “You should do it with her too.”

“Well, maybe I will,” I said, “we’ll see, but what’s important now is that you girls learn. Maybe after a few lessons, you could show me a thing or two.”

“Sure mommy, that would be fun,” said Leslie, ever the adventurous one.

“Listen, I made some pop corn and the movie you picked out is in the DVD player. I’m going to run downstairs and thank Donna, and then probably go to bed. Don’t stay up too late. Even though it’s not a school night, you need your rest.”

“Okay mommy, good night,” they said in unison as I scurried downstairs.

Donna opened the door and we pushed our bodies together in a passionate kiss and began to grope each other.

“I want to know every little detail but first I need both of us to be naked so that I can get my hands and mouth on any parts of either one of us without obstruction,” I blurted out.

—- Donna —-

When the girls left I was tingling and excited, wishing I had taught them how to give me an orgasm, so I took off my clothes and lay down on my bed, and was just going to frig myself with one of the fingers that had enjoyed the girls’ young pussies, when the doorbell rang.

I would have been disappointed when the doorbell rang, but I thought I knew who it would be, so I hopped out of bed and only put a light robe on to answer. Sure enough, it was Clare, and the sparkle in her eye told me that she was pleased with her daughters’ first lesson.

After our initial kiss and mutual grope, she opened her robe to reveal her naked body, and I dropped my little robe too as we made our way to my bed, where I had so recently been pleasuring her two young daughters.

As we played with each other’s pussies and breasts, exchanging frequent wet kisses, I told her in detail about how Melinda and Leslie had responded when I began my instruction. Clare was not surprised that Leslie, though only nine years old, had been the first to respond with enthusiasm. Melinda, though twelve, had always been the more reticent of the two girls, and was nearing that teen age when they become more independent and not as trustful of adults as when they were “mere children.”

But, as you will have learned if you read Part 3 of this narrative, they both responded enthusiastically once the “ice was broken,” so to speak.

Needless to say, I had not washed my hands since touching the girls’ sweet crevasses with my fingers, wanting to recapture the memory from the lingering pussy aroma. I let Clare sniff at my fingers and catch the scent of her daughters’ pussies, which she found exciting, her own pussy getting even wetter.

Clare and I then went into a sweet 69 together, with me on top, being the smaller of the two, digging my tongue into her delicious cunt, and feeling the sweet slurping of Melinda’s loving tongue inside the lips of my freely flowing vagina. She had a way of separating both sets of lips with her fingers, then moving her tongue to slide from the bottom of my slit right up to my clitoris, which throbbed with orgasmic delight at the way she strummed it and sucked on it.

All too soon Clare reluctantly removed her mouth from my cunt, and said she had to go back upstairs to kiss the girls goodnight. I suggested that she leave my pussy juice on her mouth so the girls would taste and smell it, thus learning that their dear mother was not ignorant of the sweet lessons they were learning.

We agreed that the next time the girls came for a lesson, I would allow them to explore my pussy and learn how to lick an adult into an orgasm such as we had both just enjoyed. I couldn’t wait to taste their sweet cunnies again and to have their young fingers and mouths exploring my glory hole(s) (well, that last would have to come later).

I told Clare to be sure to allow plenty of sexual innuendo in her conversations with the girls, and to be sure to flash them with as much of her body as she could, so they would begin to desire their mother in the same way their mother desired them.

It would be several days before I could be alone with Melinda and Leslie again, so I was wondering what would go on in the apartment upstairs in the meantime. I was sure Clare would tell me.

—- Clare —-

I wasn’t disappointed a bit about Donna’s report of what had transpired between her and my little girls. It was even more than I had imagined, and it aroused the two of us to a frenzy of licking and sucking. After our initial groping and kissing and holding, we settled in for some 69 and mutually soothed ourselves with each other’s tongues and lips.

After a bit though, I thought I’d better get back up stairs and say goodnight to the girls. Donna had a great idea not to wash my face of Donna’s pussy juice and delicious scent before kissing the girls, to see what would happen.

”Hey, how’s the movie?” I asked as I came back into the apartment.

“Oh, its great mom, thanks for getting it a making popcorn.”

“Sure, I’m going to turn in. Give us a kiss.”

I bent down and put my lips on Melinda’s first. I hadn’t tied my robe back tightly when I put it on downstairs so it opened when I bent over. She didn’t say anything but she did sniff a couple of times while she was kissing me. When I got to Leslie though, she didn’t hesitate.

“Mommy you smell like Donna and you’re not wearing any clothes under the robe. Did she give you a lesson while you were down there?”

“Maybe we got to kissing and I found myself giving her kisses down below.”

“Then, you’re ahead of us mommy. We haven’t done any of that yet. Gee, you’re really pretty mommy without clothes on.”

“Oh, do you think so?” and I opened my robe fully to show them by body. “I expect kissing down below is coming up for you though the next time you get together with her. Good night and don’t stay up too late.” I didn’t bother to close my robe as I said good night to them and I felt both of them staring after me.

*** The rest of the week I did my best to follow Donna’s instructions about sexually teasing the girls. When I was able to get together with her for a catch up, I told her about my week with the girls, starting with the open robe the night I came up after our great loving. We were alone in the house, Thom and the girls were out grocery shopping. As soon as they left, I came downstairs.

When we didn’t know how long we might be alone, or when my family might be coming home, we had gotten into the habit of stripping down to our panties and T’s without bras so that I could get dressed really quickly by just throwing on shorts or sweats, depending upon the weather. This day we were snuggled under a stadium blanket on her sofa with a hand in each others pants, slowly caressing our sweet spots. We wanted to draw out our arousal as long as possible before we satisfied our urges.

I had lots of juicy stories to tell Donna about what I had done with the girls that I think was awakening their interest in me. One of the juiciest happened the afternoon after exposing myself with the robe, I asked them to come to my room so that I could get their opinion about some really sexy lingerie set I had bought. I told them that I had bought it for their father’s benefit, but I had no intention of showing it to him at all. I hadn’t put it on when I asked them in. I had on my business clothes so my undressing would be a big production.

I sat down on the bed and slipped off my heels while I unbuttoned my blouse. The skirt I had selected that day was particularly short and I went out of my way to hike it up as I sat on the bed. Quite a bit of the darker top of my panty hose was showing and I made a point of spreading my legs open facing Melinda, thinking that she would be the toughest case to arouse.

I unbuttoned my skirt and, rising slightly, pushed it over my hips and slowly down my legs and over my hose covered feet. This left me in my bra and panty hose and a tiny little thong that you couldn’t yet really see through the hose. Next I removed the bra, releasing my breasts from their bondage and caressing them, saying that it felt really good to be out of a bra. I snaked my fingers down into the waist of my panty hose and pushed them over my hips. Raising my legs, one at a time, I pulled off my hose.

Finally, standing, I put my clothes away wearing only my thong. Then at the last minute, I pushed the thong down and tossed it into the dirty clothes hamper. The girls and I had been engaging in small talk about school and friends, but with each item I removed, I noticed that they had less and less to say and that their breathing was becoming kind of labored. I took the sexy underwear out of it bag and put it on.

It was red, satiny, and skimpy. The panties were not much more than the thong I had on and the bra consisted of mostly the bottom cups so that lots of cleavage was showing at the top. Just to push the slut look a bit further, I slipped my high heels back on and walked around modeling for them. By this time they were silent and I’m pretty sure that I caught both of them pushing their crotches with their hands when they thought I wasn’t looking.

They both complimented me on the outfit, saying it was really sexy and they thought dad would be ape over it. Then they both hurried off to their room and closed the door. I snuck up to it and could hear rustling and little girl gasps and whinnies so I think they were getting themselves off.

By this time in our conversation, Donna and I WERE getting ourselves off and it was just in the nick of time as they say because we heard the car in the driveway.

Continue on to Chapter 5

 

New Neighbors, Chapter 3

  • Posted on July 17, 2015 at 1:38 pm

By Donna and Thom

—- Clare —-

I was resolved when I went back upstairs to our half of the duplex that I was going to seduce my daughters, or that I would engage Donna to help me seduce my daughters, into a sexual relationship with her and me. I wasn’t sure how that was going to happen just yet, but I knew that was to be the goal I was going to strive for. My sexual encounter with Donna had been terrific, and I learned from it that it was young girls I was interested in, her being very much like one, and that my daughters were the ones I wanted to start with.

The more I thought about it, I knew I was right that I needed to get to my two daughters and teach them about loving and relationships between girls before they had a chance to form opinions regarding relationships with boys. Besides falling in love with Donna, I was also realizing that she would be the perfect person to help me get what I wanted with my daughters.

I had to wait a little bit for a time when I was alone with the girls and my husband Thom wasn’t at home, and wouldn’t be for awhile, in case my kids decided to grill me about what I had in mind. That opportunity came about one Friday evening the following week when Thom was away at a boy’s poker game. The two girls (Melinda is the 12 year old and Leslie the 9 year old) and I had ordered a pizza and were planning to watch a movie. Between the pizza and the movie, I brought up my idea.

“Listen, I’ve been talking to our neighbor Donna about her teaching at the all-girls’ school. She teaches sex education for one thing, and they teach the girls different things than you learn at the public school.”

“Like what kinds of things?” my youngest asked. She’s always been the most curious of the two. I think Melinda could go through life letting it all wash over her. Maybe she would make a good Buddhist, but I’ve been hoping she would get more engaged.

“Well, particularly in the sex-ed part of the class, since it’s all girls anyway, they are able to explore topics about how girls can love each other and make each other feel good using sexual techniques—that girls know what girls like way more than boys or men ever will.”

“Do you mean like lesbo things Mom?” from my youngest. I gathered I was going to just have this conversation with Leslie and whatever happened, we would just be bringing Melinda along for the ride.

“Well, lesbianism is a lifestyle and it’s a bit early for you to be deciding about that. I’m talking about your sexual life—something that you must already have some experience with, and that you will continue to have until you decide about lifetime partners and stuff like that.”

“Oh, this is about jacking off, playing with ourselves,” said Melinda whom I thought had been totally comatose.

“Yes, that’s right. It’s all about sex, not partners or lifestyles.” I was sort of amazed that this was going as well as it was, in the direction I had hoped it would go. I was anxious to see how this next part would be received.

“So, Donna says that she would be willing to spend time with you two, showing you the things that she show’s her classes at school, only she would be able to be more hands-on than they are there. I mean at school she is only able to describe stuff. With you two, she would be able to teach you actual technique, the real thing so that you would know if it were working right.”

“Like when we play with ourselves Mommy?” The littlest one asked, getting back into the conversation and giving me hope that this was going to work out.

“Yes, something like that. You both do play with yourselves then?”

“Sure Mommy, we both do.”

“And what about together? Have you ever done it at the same time?”

“Gees no, Mommy, not at the same time,” said Melinda in a bit of a disgusted voice, leaving me to believe the togetherness I had in mind might be a hard sell, but knowing what I know about the addictiveness of sex, a little bit of pleasure would probably dissipate any objection that might originally arise.

“Okay then, it’s settled. One evening a week, probably a night that Daddy is out, so he doesn’t interfere with what we hope to accomplish, you will visit Donna downstairs and she will spend some time with you teaching you a few things.”

“Sure thing, Mommy,” Melinda said, “can we watch the movie now?”

—- Donna —-

When Clare told me about the conversation she had had with Melinda and Leslie, I was overjoyed. I had been noticing the girls more and more lately, and wishing I could do with them some of the things I imagined doing with the girls at school.

Clare was in the middle of sucking my pussy when she told me the news, and I gushed and came harder than I can ever remember in response to her news as well as her licking. She brought her wet, slippery face up to mine then, and we kissed, sealing the bargain that I would teach her daughters how to enjoy sex between girls and women.

The following Friday I could hardly contain myself as I heard the girls tripping down the stairs and knocking on the door to my apartment. I had needed to consume a couple of gin and tonics to loosen myself up and overcome some of my own inhibitions, so I felt relaxed and happy as I went to the door.

I had purposely dressed in an old set of “Baby Doll” pajamas with a thin top and tight panties that clung to my body and revealed my womanly figure. I was pleased to note that the girls were also lightly dressed, with t-shirts and sweet little girl panties of cotton that also clung to their tight little bottoms and revealed them in all their glory.

I offered the girls a coke, and as they sipped their libations, I sat down on the couch between them. Leslie, the less inhibited of the two, scrunched right up against me, letting me put my arm around her. Melinda was a little more stand-offish, staying closer to her end of the couch.

“So,” I said, “Your mother tells me she wants you to learn more about the fun girls and women can have together with sex. Did I understand her correctly?”

Melinda just sort of nodded her head, shy about acknowledging any interest, but Leslie put her little face right up against my breast, looked up at me and said, “Gosh, Donna, I would love to know more about getting the good feelings I have when I play with myself down here.” With that, she put her hand on her plump little pubic mound and ran her fingers lightly over herself. I could feel a shiver go through her body.

Seeing her sister being so free in my presence, Melinda shifted slightly, and I could see that her bottom was undulating a little even though she didn’t say anything. I urged her to move closer to me, and when she did, I put my other arm around her and lightly stroked her bare arm with my fingers. This seemed to relax her, and the twelve year old leaned in against my breast just as her younger sister had done.

I noticed that Leslie continued stroking her panty-clad pussy with her fingers, and when she saw me staring, she jumped up and said, “Do you want to see my cunny, Donna?”

Before I could respond, Melinda said, “Silly! That’s not your cunny, it is your vagina. Isn’t that right, Donna?”

“Well,” I said, “You are both right, in a manner of speaking. Vagina is the proper term, the scientific term, if you will. We prefer to call it our pussy though, because that sounds more feminine and inviting, sort of like a little kitty with its soft fur, which our pubic hair often feels and looks like. On the other hand, once a woman has grown up and had sex with men or other women, it is sometimes referred to as a cunt, hence the word for a little cunt can be cunny.”

“I don’t have any hair down there, replied Leslie, see?”

And jumping up, she pulled down her panties and revealed her bare, puffy little pubic mound, so delicious looking, almost like a peach.

“My, Leslie,” I sighed, “You do have a beautiful cunny. I bet it feels good when you play with it. Show me how you do it.”

Leslie eagerly took a finger and rubbed it up and down her little slit, revealing tiny lips that spread to accommodate her little finger. I could see that her finger was well lubricated by her young-girl pussy juice.

Not to be outdone, Melinda jumped up and pulled off her panties and showed me that she had a nice crop of pubic hair that thinly covered her vagina. It was so beautiful I almost gasped. “My, Melinda, you do have a lovely pussy. You know, it goes with your name: Melinda means beautiful honey, and your pussy looks sweet enough to eat just like honey on a piece of white bread.”

Leslie looked enviously at her sister, so I thought I should give her a little encouragement too. “Any you, my sweet Leslie—if Melinda is the honey, you are the butter! I would love to spread your butter on my bread and then have your sister put her honey on top of it.”

Both girls giggled at my joke, and I took advantage of the moment to reach out and pull them closer to me, standing right next to each other, their thighs and hips touching, my hands on their little rumps (well Melinda’s wasn’t quite so little anymore!)

I took each girl’s hand and moved it to the other’s pussy and encouraged them to stroke each other, which they did without hesitation, both expert in pussy stroking from their experience with stroking their own pussies.

I was mesmerized by the sight of the girls manipulating each other’s vaginal lips, sliding their fingers up and down the slits and beginning to get into a loving undulation that brought them both closer to me.

My fingers worked around their buttocks and after caressing the roundness of their ass cheeks, I let my fingers trail down the creases and under their bottoms to feel the moisture that their fingers were creating.

Melinda was wetter than Leslie, being the older one, and since her body was more developed I found my way into her vagina without much difficulty, letting my finger take the place of hers, which then moved to the top of her slit to stroke her little clitoris.

It didn’t take long for Melinda to collapse in a heap against me, her head landing on my breast where I left it while I continued to stroke her pussy and to take my hand out of Leslie’s little cunny so I could hug Melinda closer to me.

Leslie seemed disappointed when my finger left her cleft, but then she brightened when I pulled her to me also, and pushed her face against my breast, covered only by thin pajama material. Her little hands flew under the material and pushed it up to reveal my mammaries to both girls, who instinctively began sucking on them as they had their mother’s breast when they were younger.

I had Leslie lie flat on the couch and showed Melinda how to kiss her sister while I bent to lick her sweet little cunny until she shook in what was a young-girl orgasm that would grow as she did.

I decided that this was enough of a lesson for the first time and sent the girls up to their mother.

Continue on to Chapter 4

 

New Neighbors, Chapter 2

  • Posted on July 17, 2015 at 1:36 pm

By Donna and Thom

—- Clare —-

After realizing how intense my fantasy about my downstairs neighbor had become, I became determined that I was going to figure out a way to spend some time with her to see if she felt the same way. I was wracking my brain to try to figure how to arrange to be home alone and to have some kind of an encounter with her, when something odd happened purely by accident. Thom, my husband, had taken the girls out school shopping. School had just started and they needed all kinds of supplies and of course clothes.

I had just gotten out of the shower and was drying off when I heard a knock at the door. I couldn’t imagine who it might be. I wrapped a towel around myself and went to the door. We have one of those little peep holes in the door so you can see who is there without opening it. I couldn’t believe my eyes, there was my downstairs neighbor knocking at my door.

She was dressed in a T-shirt and a pair of short-short nylon jogging briefs. I could see her little titty nubs pressing the T-shirt front. Her gangly legs were pale, her feet were bare. Her short blond hair was kind of spiky like maybe she hadn’t brushed it yet. I hadn’t gotten a good look at her eyes before now but I could see through the spy hole that they were a piercing blue.

Can this possibly be happening? I’m alone. Thom and the girls will be gone for a few hours. I’m nearly naked, just a skimpy towel wrapped around me. I mean if there is any chance that I’m going to seduce her, this would be it. I pressed my hand into my naked crotch to try to relieve some of the tension that I was experiencing just staring at her through the door.

“Hi,” I said, while opening the door. What’s up?”

“Oh, you were in the shower? Do you have water running over anywhere? I have water coming down in my kitchen, on the wall that would be below your bathroom. Did the water run over while you were showering?”

“I don’t think so. Let’s go look. I’m Clare by the way. I’m sorry I haven’t been down to welcome you to the house since you moved in. With schools starting and stuff it’s been so hectic.”

“Oh for me too. I’m Donna. Pleased to meet you. I did see you and the girls at the park pool at the end of the summer though. They are beautiful. How old are they?”

“Ah, 9 and 12. Thanks for saying so. I think they are precious but I’m their mother.”

We had walked into the house and were walking toward the bathroom.

“I don’t think I splashed any more water onto the floor than usual.”

The bathroom floor was really pretty dry. I guessed that it must be something more serious like the pipes behind the wall which didn’t make either one of us very happy. We would have to have plumbers out to tear out the walls.

“Hmm, maybe it will just go away,” I said hopefully. “Listen I was just about to make a cup of tea and have a muffin. I just baked them. Would you like to join me?”

“Oh, I’d love to. We’re you going to get dressed too or do you have tea in the nude?”

I figured this was the closest I was going to get to an invitation or an opportunity. I did hesitate a split second thinking maybe this woman would think I was a complete nut case but I didn’t hesitate long.

“Well, I would do it naked if you would because you look like you have a delicious body, but I’ll throw on a robe and get the water hot.”

I took off my towel in front of her and hung it on the towel bar. I hesitated a bit so that she could get a good view of my wares and started to walk to the bedroom to grab a robe. She followed me into the bedroom. I have pretty large breasts but they are still firm for someone who has had two kids and in my advanced age. I work our a lot to try to keep my tummy firm. My legs are long and pretty shapely. I keep the hair on my pussy trimmed but there is still a bit there.

“Well I don’t know about my body but I can see that yours IS delicious. Maybe we can discuss the state of our bodies some more over tea.”

I put a robe on but left it kind of loosely closed so that as I moved part of me would show. I was thinking that maybe there would be enough of a tease in that that she would grab the bait if she was going to. We walked back toward the kitchen and I put the water on the stove. We sat down at the table to have tea and I dished out two warm muffins from the tin.

Donna told me all about her job as a teacher at the girl’s school in town and how she had arrived from the East coast just recently to take the job. I was not at all paying any attention to keeping my robe closed and, in fact, I noticed that as I moved around while talking, it was opening more and more so that you could see quite a lot of my front if you were interested in seeing it.

We were sitting at the corner of the table and as we talked, it seemed to me that Donna’s legs were touching mine. And as I finally was certain the Donna’s legs were touching mine, I got the distinct impression that her bare feet were resting on top of my bare feet and maybe even stroking my leg.

—- Donna —-

When I got home from work, pictures of young girls dancing in my wee little head, I immediately shucked off my work clothes and slipped into my running shorts and a T-shirt. Then I went to the kitchen to fix myself some coffee. I was surprised to discover water on the floor that had splashed on the counter and run off in drips. I looked up and it seemed to be coming from upstairs. I decided I needed to go up and check with my neighbor.

When she answered my knock I was surprised to see she was dressed only in a bath towel wrapped around her quite-shapely body, her breasts swelling out from the top of the towel. She welcomed me, and I apologized for disturbing what had obviously been her bath time.

I told her about the water on my kitchen counter and floor, and she said she wasn’t aware of a leak, but we went to her bathroom and couldn’t find any place that looked like it was leaking. Apparently it would take a plumber to resolve the problem. Clare said she’d let her husband Thom take care of it when he got home from shopping with the girls.

She excused herself to go put something on after I kidded her about staying nude for our visit. We both laughed about the obvious joke, and as she left to go into her bedroom she let the towel slip off and I got a good look at her well-developed and lovely rounded backside.

She was back in a flash with a loosely fitted robe on, and as we sat down to coffee and freshly baked muffins, I noticed that she didn’t bother to pull the robe tight, which left a lot of her luscious body for me to glance at whenever I thought she might not notice.

We visited back and forth, telling each other a little about our lives. She was interested in knowing that I was from the East, which was something of a mystery to her Midwest upbringing. She told me that she and Thom had been married for fourteen years, and that they had a good relationship, both enjoying their daughters and doing lots of things as a family.

I said I envied her, and hoped I might find such a match, but that I had found most men too egotistical and self-centered for me. I much prefer the company of women. I asked her if she had ever had that well-known “seven-year itch,” and she said that they had both gone through times of wishing they were free to pursue their own interests, but so far had been content to “keep it in the family,” a phrase I found to be intriguing in its own right.

As we chatted, I noticed that she became more and more casual about letting her robe hang open, until I was gazing unashamedly at her bare body, her neatly trimmed pussy and her rosy-tipped breasts, tantalizingly exposed to me. I became adventurous and let my leg lean in toward hers and my bare foot come to rest on her bare foot, moving slightly up her leg.

We both endured an embarrassed silence, and then I stood up and said maybe I should be going. She also stood up, letting her robe continue to hang open, and she gave me a hug, saying how happy she was that we had met.

I’m not sure what happened next, but my breasts were pressed against Clare’s, and I could feel her body moving against mine in a sensuous sway that ignited my fires and made my pussy tingle and begin to spurt. Her hands came around my body and stroked my back, running down to my ass cheeks, caressing them and pushing my running shorts down to my thighs.

She moved her face toward my face and her lips were on mine in a warm and loving kiss before I was fully aware of what was going on. That’s as far as we got, because the sound of a car in the driveway revealed that her husband and daughters were arriving home.

—- Clare —-

Once I became fully aware that it was Donna’s bare foot rubbing my leg, the touch was electrical. I was stunned frozen and silent. Two thoughts were turning over and over in my mind; this couldn’t have worked out better if I had planned it and what do I do now?

It seemed like an eternity of embarrassed silence for me and it must have been for her too because she stood to say good bye and leave. I began to thank her for coming by giving her a hug but once my body got close to hers, I realized I wouldn’t be able to let go. My robe was completely open and I pressed her clothed body into my naked one, pushing our breasts and sex together.

I felt Donna respond to my touch and instinct took over. I moved my hands down her back. I caressed her bum over her shorts and then snaked my hands into the waist band and pushed them down. With only a built-in nylon liner in them, my hands were caressing her bare ass. I pushed our pussies toward each other and pressed my mouth onto hers.

It was then we heard my husband and the girls drive into the driveway.

“Shit, not now,” I said. “Quick, let’s go down the front stairs. They will be coming in the back. I’ll call them from your place and tell them where I am.”

Donna pulled up her pants and I pulled my robed closed around me. We grabbed each other’s hand and bolted out the front door and down the flight of stairs. Just as we closed her door behind us, we heard the back door opening and my family enter the house and tromp up the stairs.

“I’ll call them in a minute after they’ve noticed I’m gone. In the meantime, is it ok with you if we pick up from where we left off and see where that might lead?”

The look in Donna’s eyes was all I needed to know that she was in agreement. She had entered her apartment first and I had pushed the door closed with my back to it. I let my robe fall off of my shoulders and I pulled Donna toward me. When I got my arms around her back, I pulled her T-shirt over her head and then pushed her shorts back down her thighs baring her ass and pussy again.

After finishing the kiss that we had begun upstairs; sloppy probing tongues, lip biting, sensuous, I knelt down in front of her. Her pussy was exactly as I had imagined it to be—cleanly shaved and little-girl-like. I buried my nose and mouth in her slit and began to work my tongue toward her sweet spot. I put my hands on her butt, letting the tips of my fingers fold into her crack. Donna arched her back, leaning in toward me and put her hands on the back of my head to guide my lips home.

Donna’s breathing quickened and I could feel her thighs tighten on my fingers as she shuddered to a climax. I stopped my licking and sucking and just held her middle tightly between my face and my hands until her convulsions ceased.

“I need to call upstairs before they call the police and report me missing. It’s not like me to leave without a note.”

“Right, the phone is over here.”

She helped me up and led me over to the den. I stood at the desk and dialed my apartment number. Donna snuggled up behind me, pressing her front to my back. I could feel her titty nubs and pussy mound pressing on me. She began to caress my breasts with one hand while the other was across my thigh, between my legs, probing my sex with her fingers. By the time my daughter came to the phone, I was panting, thinking more about my own pending orgasm than what I was going to say to her.

“Ah, hi hon. Oh, I’m sorry I had you all worried. Listen I’m downstairs. The new neighbor came up because some water from someplace is leaking in her kitchen. I’ll be up in a couple of minutes and tell you all about it. I want to see what you guys bought. Bye hon.”

When I put down the receiver, I turned around toward Donna without interrupting what she was busy doing to my sex. I cupped both of her breasts in my hands, covered her mouth with mine and came in waves that seemed to go on forever.

—- Donna —-

When I heard the car outside I thought my heavenly fantasy was going to end, but Clare was quick witted enough to suggest we slip down to my apartment so we could continue where we had been so abruptly interrupted. As we managed to close the door to my apartment we heared the family tromping up the stairs. Clare said she’d have to call and let them know where she was, but before she could reach the phone she reached me, and shucking her robe, grabbed onto me in a loving hug. As our bodies pressed together she proceeded to strip me and go down on me, licking and sucking my bare pussy with all of her might. I practically swooned into a wonderful orgasm.

While Clare spoke on the phone to her family, I ran my hands over her body, and began returning the favor by licking and kissing around her body, sucking on her luscious nips and working down to lick her juicy cunt and run my tongue along the crack of her ass. She began to shudder as she returned the phone to its cradle, and her orgasm on my mouth filled me with more than pleasure—it was creamy pleasure.

After her cum was over, she declared that she would have to leave me, but before she did, she startled me by saying something entirely out of context.

“You know,” she said. “I don’t understand it, but when I heard my daughter’s voice on the phone your kisses and licks turned me on more than I had ever felt before. Do you think that it would be terrible to teach my girls something about lady love so they could learn at an early age before they are damaged by falling in love with men?”

After I closed my mouth, which gaped at what she was saying (though I continued to lick her sweet cum juice from my lips), I told her that I was at least as turned on by the idea of sex with her girls as I was with my fast growing love for her.

The seed had been planted… do you suppose it will grow?

—- Clare —-

I was resolved when I went back upstairs to our apartment that I was going to seduce my daughters, or that I would engage Donna to help me seduce my daughters into a sexual relationship with her and me. I wasn’t sure how that was going to happen just yet, but I knew that was the goal I was going to strive for. My sexual encounter with Donna had been terrific and I learned from it that it was young girls I was interested in, her being very much like one, and that my daughters were the ones I wanted to start with.

Continue on to Chapter 3

 

New Neighbors, Chapter 1

  • Posted on July 17, 2015 at 1:34 pm

By Donna and Thom

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

—- Clare —-

The twenty-something woman who lives downstairs has a childlike body. She is short, under 5 feet. I first got a good look at her at the pool in a two-piece: no tits to speak of as if they started to nub and then their growth arrested, just nipples I suspect, gangly legs though and a pert, curvy little butt. Willing, she could help me legally live out a fantasy.

She means to get up at 5:30 but her alarm starts to go off at 5:00. It sounds like a car alarm. She hits the snooze six times, getting 5 more minutes each time. Five minutes of what? Can she really be going back to sleep between the alarms? It seems she must though because the alarm belts out at least a dozen yelps before she hits it again. Finally, at 5:30 she’s up.

I imagine her sleeping naked but if not she’s thrown the nightgown off and pushed her panties to the floor on the way to the bathroom. The fan goes on immediately followed by the tub water. She’s peeing as the water warms and then the shower is engaged. A ten minute shower, very succinct I think. Just the important parts and washing her spiky blond hair. She is very tidy about her person, her body hair is like fuzz on a peach so she likely keeps her mound cleanly shaven. Maybe her soapy hand hesitates there during the shower but I think not; it’s only my fantasy that it would or my hand that would if I were showering with her.

Shower is turned off, a quick dry. Back in the bedroom, closet door opens. She’s definitely naked now. A peek in the mirror? Is she disappointed about her tits, her little girl body? Does she wish she would grow up?

I don’t. I have to touch myself but quietly so I don’t wake my husband.

Clothes are out on the bed. A drawer opens, under clothes no doubt. Panties on. Must only be a camisole for the top, couldn’t be a bra, not necessary. Out to the kitchen. News channel is on. A piece of toast, juice. Out the door just before 6:00.

I wish I could get back to sleep but it’s time to get up. I get out of bed and turn off the alarm so I can have a few minutes to myself. I pick yesterday’s panties off of the pile of clothes on a chair and head for the spare room. On the way I scoop pussy juice out of my vagina with the fingers of my left hand and smear it on my face. I need to smell pussy, it increases my arousal.

I lie on the bed in the spare room and try to get my feet spread over the edge of either side. I want my cunt to be as wide open as it can be. I push vigorously on my labia, trying to satisfy the ache coming from my engorged clit.

The crotch of yesterday’s panties are over my nose. Yesterday’s pungent smell mixed with today’s ripe pussy juices, delicious. The pinkie of my still-wet left hand is in my mouth; it’s her clit that I’m licking and sucking as she straddles my face, my nose at the top of her bare mound, smelling the perfume of her sex, my sex, our sex.

She comes and I spin her around, top to bottom so that she can enjoy my bottom as much as I’m enjoying hers. Her mouth easily finds my erect sex poking out of its hiding place, my labia opened wide with my legs spread apart. I now have her back hole available to me. It needs to be kissed, licked, probed with a free finger. My mouth is back on her sex, not missing a beat of the rhythm that we’ve built up. I come. She comes again.

She spins end to end this time. I pull my feet up to my butt and welcome her between my legs. She arches her back and the lips of our sex meet in a passionate kiss. We press them together like the kiss of lovers that have been apart for a long time. Then our hips begin to move in opposite motions, stimulating our sweet spots that are ripe for closure. We pant, we gasp, we scream.

Only I bite my tongue so that I don’t alert my family to my orgasm that comes in waves and waves. One hand is pinching my bare clit the other is stuffed into my vagina nearly up to my wrist, a trailing finger is caressing my rosebud.

I’ve soaked the bed, a stain over a foot in diameter is under my bum. I get up quickly and spread out the afghan that is folded at the bottom of the bed so that the evidence of my desiring my neighbor is concealed.

I passed the girls’ rooms to the bathroom to pee and ran some soap and water over my face—back to the bedroom to kiss my husband awake. We must have forgotten to set the alarm again I tell him; it’s a few minutes after six. Let’s get a shower before we have to get the girls up.

He wanders off in a stupor to the bathroom. I follow behind slowly though, entering each of the girls’ rooms to be close to them as the aura of my morning’s fantasy subsides. Is it them I want to be with? Is it someone their age? one of their friends? Another morning passes without any answers.

I touch their hair, their backs, and their chests as they lie sleeping and then I go off to join my husband in the shower. Thanks to my neighbor downstairs, another day will pass before I have to decide.

Do you suppose she might come up for a muffin the next time my family goes out on an outing and leaves me alone?

—- Donna —-

I had just moved into a duplex with a downstairs and an upstairs. My name is Donna, and I am 22, just out of college and teaching at a girls’ school in a small town in Iowa. I am what is called “petite,” about 5 feet tall, and a slim but well-shaped body. Some people still think I am just a teenager and I get carded whenever I order a drink.

I love my job, but I hate getting up in the morning because it is so early. I set my alarm for 5:00 a.m. but seldom roll out of bed before 5:30, and then have to hurry to get ready in time to not be late for my job.

I usually sleep in a T-shirt and panties, but sometimes I push my panties down during the night and play with myself when I have had a sexy dream. One of my dreams is about the woman who lives upstairs with her husband and two young girls. I have seen them out in the pool, and they are all very good looking. My pussy tingles when I look at the young girls, and I wouldn’t mind finding out what their mother tastes like either.

But I digress.

I run into the bathroom and release my night’s worth of pee while the shower is heating up. I wash my body thoroughly, taking pains to be sure my vaginal and anal areas are clean, rubbing a bar of soap into each crack and enjoying the sensations it gives me. I also love playing with my breasts until the nipples are hard and tingly.

I run back into my bedroom, not bothering to cover myself since I am alone and no one can see me, except that when I open my closet door and catch a glimpse of myself in the full-length mirror I can’t help but admire my small girl-shaped body and wish I had larger breasts.

I dress hurriedly, not bothering with a bra and selecting a pair of silky thin panties that let me imagine I am bare underneath. I keep hoping one of my students will notice and let me know she is interested in joining me for a little extra-curricular activity.

I don’t usually have time for much breakfast, so I heat up a pop-tart, pour a cup of coffee from my timed coffee maker (if I remembered to set it the night before) and take them with me to my car, which will hopefully start right away. It can be cantankerous when the weather is cold.

As I leave the building I notice my upstairs neighbor looking out her window at me. She is wearing a diaphanous nightgown that reveals her large breasts and just the shadow of her pubic hair as the sun beams into her window. She waves in a friendly way, and smiles at me, apparently not at all aware of how sexy she looks framed in the morning sun, her body tempting to look at.

All the way to school I am thinking about my neighbor and wondering if she has any interest in female sex, since she has a husband and two lovely daughters.

During the day I notice several of my students gazing at me as though they wonder what I look like undressed, and I catch one girl actually playing with herself under her desk.

I am sure this will be an interesting year at school, and possibly at home as well.

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