Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

by kinkys_sis and kinkychic

THE TAVERN

I had been a serving girl. I was lucky to have work. Many did not. That day the tavern was bursting at the seams, as several privateers and, quite possibly, a few pirate ships were anchored in the harbour. I could hardly see through the pipe smoke, and the noise was deafening.

I heard someone shouting for me over the din. “Girl – where the fuck are you? Fetch me another jug! A man could die of thirst here!”

The voice came from a nasty brute of a man I’d been trying to stay away from. The day before, he’d got his hand up my skirt and grabbed me by the pussy while I had poured his beer. I had dared not protest. It would have done me no good, and the proprietor would most likely have thrown me out on the street, something I dreaded more than putting up with the feels.

I fetched the brute his rum, and he growled at me. “Took long enough, wench.” He peered a bit closer. “How old you, girlie?”

I struggled to get my tongue working in the face of my terror. “Twelve, sir.”

He got his hand up my skirt again, grabbing hold of my arse. “Twelve? Lovely, just what I likes.” His fingers pressed in, almost forcing my knickers into my bumhole. I trembled with fear and shame. Pee trickled down my legs.

He roared at me. “Dirty little bitch, you pissed yourself!” His other hand came up and whacked me across the face, I went flying and crashed to the floor. Then I saw him walking towards me. I grabbed for my knife and held it out in front of me, though I was scared out of my wits.

His foot lifted as he roared at me. “Pull a knife on me, would you?” I waved the knife towards him but then saw the foot swinging. I curled into a ball waiting for the kick to land. But it never came. Instead, there was a sudden quiet. I uncovered my eyes and saw him standing over me, his foot still raised. Why hadn’t he kicked?

Then I saw the knife at his throat, pressed hard enough to produce a thin trickle of blood. His eyes bulged even as his fists clenched.

Looming behind him was a giant of a man. “Don’t move, friend, or you be dead. You choose.”

The brute relaxed and the man behind spoke again. “You be sittin’ down an’ drinkin’ your jug. Touch the girl agin’ an’ I kill you.” He took the knife away and stepped back a pace. My assailant turned to face him, clearly ready to fight. But when he finally beheld the man who had saved me, the sight gave him pause. My saviour was a long way over six feet, and all muscle.

The brute shrugged his shoulders. “Dirty cow anyway, not worth my trouble.” He sat back down and took up his drink.

Huge hands helped me up. I was frightened, but his smile was friendly. “You all right, miss?”

I nodded, though my face was sore. “You go get clean,” he said.

“I can’t. I’ll get thrown out if I don’t do my job.”

It was at that moment that the landlord grabbed my arm. “You’ve already lost your job! Out! Go!” He spun me around and pushed me hard towards the door, I stumbled and fell again to the floor.

I turned my head just in time to see the giant’s granite fist hit him square on the chin. His whole body lifted off the floor before crashing down on a table, which shattered under his weight. He lay still in a cloud of dust.

My giant came, took my hand and pulled me to my feet. “We go now.”

I squinted in the bright sunshine outside and gulped in fresh air, walking alongside the giant, who still held my hand.

“Where you live, miss?” he asked me. “I take you home.”

“I sleep on the street,” I told him.

“No home – how can that be? Where’s your mama and papa?”

In a quiet voice, I said, “They died in the Yellow Jack.”

“Oh, sorry. Many good souls gone to that curse. Better bein’ at sea than this ’ere hell.”

“Are you a sailor then?” I asked.

“You might say. I been at sea since I was your age. Spell in the navy afore I ran, not that I meant to. It was a sorta accident like. Now I crew on a privateer.”

“Are you the captain? You must be!”

He laughed, “Me, a cap’n? I’m too stupid to be a proper officer, but I am the bosun.”

I pulled him to a stop. “What’s your name?”

“Me? I’m called Big Davy.”

“I’m pleased to meet you, Big Davy. I’m Brenda. And I don’t think you’re stupid.”

“That’s as may be, Little Brenda, but what’re we gonna do with you? I ain’t ’appy you bein’ on the street.”

At that moment, a breathless sailor came running up. “Davy, you best get aboard. The provost been down the tavern. You killed ’im. Stone dead ’e is. They’ll be lookin’ for you.”

“Davy, you gotta go fast before they come looking.” I said, but he showed not the least concern.

“I can’t be leavin’ you ’ere all by yourself,” he said, and as he stood there, I could almost hear his brain churning over. “You got any other clobber? Can you dress like a boy?”

“Yes, I’ve got some clothes hidden, but why would I want to look like a boy?”

“You want, you kin come with me aboard. You wanna go on a ship? But girls ain’t allowed. No one kin know.”

I didn’t need to think, not for a second. It was a God-given chance to get away from the hell I was stuck in. “Yes, sir, I can be a sailor.”

He looked sternly at me. “Now you listen, an’ listen good. It ain’t no easy game, miss. They’s rough men. They find out you a girl, you be in big trouble. You gotta understand that. An’ no more games, gotta be serious like. An’ I ain’t no sir. You call me Bosun.”

“I understand, Bosun,” I said, feeling deflated. “Let me get my things.”

In a few minutes I emerged from the alley where I’d changed into a shirt, loose trousers, and a wide belt to keep everything in place. Davy looked at me and nodded. “Good. Only problem is that girlie hair. Gotta cut that.”

Reaching behind his back, he produced his evil-looking knife and started slicing without a word. The blade must have been razor-sharp the way it went through my locks. Davy stood back and surveyed his work. “Guess that’ll do it.”

He saw the knife tucked in my belt. “You know how to use that thing? If not, hide it or you invite trouble.”

“Don’t worry, I know. I learned good on the streets.”

“If you say so. Come on, let’s go. – Hold on, what we gonna call you? Best make it close to what you got already.”

“They call me Bren, so how ’bout Brendan. Will that do?”

“Hey, you quite clever, methinks. Okay, Bren. Let’s go find the jollyboat an’ get outta ’ere.”

We arrived at the quayside, where a number of small boats were tied up. Davy pointed to one in which a sailor appeared to be fast asleep. He sat up with a start when Davy threw my bundle between the thwarts.

“Have to go quick, Josh. Been a spot of trouble. I needs to get aboard.”

The sailor peered at me. “Who be this young fella, Davy?”

“This ’ere’s Brendan. Wants to sail with us an’ I said I’d ask the cap’n. Got some guts, this little un ’as.”

The boat seemed to fly across the water as Davy’s huge muscles bulged with the effort of rowing. The two-master he aimed for loomed larger by the moment. It looked majestic to me, and it appeared to be powerfully armed. Not that I knew anything about ships’ guns – not then anyway.

The captain seemed to take a liking to me, and he said I could stay. I’d replace the powder boy who had been killed in a recent fight with a French sloop.

“And that’s all, really,” I said at the end of my tale. “I like it here, even if I can’t be found out. I am treated well enough, and the captain has taken an interest in teaching me. Davy, too, of course.”

Tears glistened on Marianna’s cheeks as she held my hand firmly. Isabella looked mournful as well. “Extraordinario. Quite remarkable.”

She appeared to come to a decision. “Tell me, Bren, when will we reach Barbuda?”

“Three days if the weather holds.”

“And then your captain will seek his ransom, which will be at least another three days.”

“Yes,” I said, though I didn’t really know how these things worked.

“So, let us say five days then – or, I should say, five nights – before I have to think of facing my husband again.”

I didn’t understand her meaning, but she hadn’t finished. “Would you prepare for bed? Have your wash and then … we will be waiting for you to join us.” She rose to her feet. “Come, Marianna, let us ready ourselves for a visitor.”

The expression on my face must have been a corker. “Are you shocked?” she said. “My husband is an ogre, and my daughter and I have long since sought solace with each other. It is our greatest pleasure – our only pleasure – and we would share it with you. Please make sure the door is locked and the skylight is properly closed.”

My brief interlude with Marianna had been wonderful. But still, it had left me uneasy – not about her, but about myself. How could I be so enamoured of a girl? And yet, I now realised that I had never had such feelings for any of my crewmates. My only experience with men had been the disgusting louts at the tavern. Perhaps they had turned me away from their sex entirely.

These questions were beyond my understanding. It was pointless even trying to understand. Marianna had awakened something in me, and there was no doubt that I liked it.

I also felt like a fool, for it was plain that when Marianna told me she had never kissed anyone but her mother, I had wholly misunderstood. I’d imagined loving, maternal pecks at bedtime, of the sort my own mother used to give me. But Isabella had just revealed that she and her daughter were lovers, and she was inviting me into their bed. I found I was trembling – though not with fear.

My heart lifted. Suddenly I felt happy. I rushed to wash myself. All the while, I felt a strange tingle, like an itch, between my legs.

I didn’t own a nightshift. We sailors usually slept in our clean clothes for the next day – those that bothered to wash them, that is – and of course, I had  to remain covered in front of the men. It felt strangely unnatural, after all this time, to reveal myself as who and what I really was. My bravado deserted me, but I went through with it, leaving my shirt, my trousers, and my chest bandage – which I now hated – on the cabin floor. Isabella saw, approved, and pushed the bed covers down. She and Marianna studied my face as I gaped at their beautiful, naked bodies.

Isabella chuckled. “Our girl is shy, Marianna. What should we do?”

Marianna reached out and took my hand. She suddenly pulled hard, and I found myself falling between them.

“First, a favour. Will you tell us your real name? I promise that it is safe with us.”

“Brenda,” she repeated when I had told her. “That is so very English but I like it.”

Marianna’s hands moved to my tits as Isabella whispered to me. “I will kiss our lovely Brenda. Then we will show you how we make love.” Her lips met mine. A soft caress, then a wonderful, full kiss. It was no different than Marianna’s, and, if my eyes had been closed, I would never have known the difference.

Marianna teased my left nipple. The fingers twisting the other must have been Isabella’s. I almost squealed at the brush of hair across my tummy. I had always been ticklish there. But then I felt the warm lips touching here and there, and a tongue trailing over my tingling flesh.

Marianna’s lips descended to my sparse patch of curls. I was surprised at her boldness, so close to my pussy. Was it a coincidence that when Isabella suddenly squeezed my breast – and quite firmly – I also felt hot breath between my legs? I froze, startled by this shockingly forward behaviour. How could she stand to put her face there?

Then she kissed me, right on my pussy lips. I reflexively went to push her away, but she, just as reflexively, smacked my hand. We both had to laugh.

Something warm and soft pressed into me, opening me up. My mind reeled at the thought of her putting her tongue into me … there.

Then came the most divine sensations I had ever felt. Her tongue went deep, slithering through my insides, thrilling me with the wonder of it. Her fingers pulled me wide, her lips bore down, and her body edged between my legs, spreading them further apart.

Now, though, the shock was over. I was loving these new feelings too much. I raised my knees to let her in. Her tongue went higher and this time, I knew just where she was bound. Her fingers had been magical earlier, when she had played with my little button. Now – oh God! She aroused it with her tongue, circling and teasing. In only seconds, my body came alive to this new experience.

Even as she sucked me, her fingers pushed into me once more. She went straight to thrusting them in and out. I could even hear the sloshing noise her fingers made as they ploughed through the wetness pouring out of me.

My back arched, my muscles trembling, and yet, for all the insanity, the loss of control, my mind was strangely focussed, urging on the eruption in my pussy. Isabella knew what was coming. She took a nipple between her teeth, lingered a moment, then bit quite hard. And that’s when it happened. Something impossible for me to comprehend. Joy … lust … a cyclone of feelings, all them new to me.

I was fully aware of Marianna sucking me, and her fingers pumping, as I spasmed. Isabella was now whispering in my ear, although I couldn’t understand a word she said.

It was a night I would remember forever. Not only was I loved by these two beauties, but I learned quite a bit about myself. I learned, for example, all about my clit and the joy it could bring.

I discovered how to drive them mad as well, as I knelt between them and massaged both of their clits at the same time, and the power I exercised upon exploring the wet, warm depths of their pussies. Even as they climaxed, kissing one another the whole time, I was attentive to the difference between Marianna’s tight slit to Isabella’s full lips.

It was a night of wonder and revelation. It was also the first time in my life that I gave my heart. I loved both of these women.

***

I awoke to the sound of the ship’s bell, feeling happier than I could imagine. But I was also drained. I had come so many times in the night that I’d lost count. I looked fondly at Marianna and her mother as they slept and felt the now familiar tingle starting again between my legs, but, resisting it, I climbed from the cot as gently as I could.

When I had washed and dressed, I fetched the spare key, which I had left on the table, and went out on deck, locking the door behind me. The sun was just brightening the horizon. The sea looked beautiful, with small waves and gentle swells, and the breeze just strong enough to fill the full spread of sail we were carrying.

Davy came over to me. “You lookin’ tired, Matey. Not sleepin’ well?”

I laughed. “No, I didn’t sleep too much.”

He gave me a strange look. Maybe he sensed my good humour, or perhaps I’d spoken too enthusiastically.

The top lookout shouted down. “Sail away, dead astern!”

The first mate came rushing up the companionway and put a glass to his eye, sweeping the horizon.

“Can you see her, Bosun?” I asked, using his proper title, the mate being so close.

“Me? My eyes is useless.”

The mate shouted with an ear-splitting roar. “Clear for action. Bren, fetch the captain, on the double.”

I nearly knocked the captain back down the gangway as he emerged onto the deck. “What can you see, Chambers?” he called to the first mate.

“Not sure what she is, sir. Can’t see her colours. But she’s under full sail, and closin’ on us fast.”

The captain checked the sail we were carrying. “Break out the forestaysails,” he ordered. I hadn’t seen these used before, but I knew that two of them ran from the bowsprit to the foremast, adding a vast amount of sail.

The sails were soon hauled aloft. They were a sight to see, billowing out to the side and front. It was as though the Siren knew what was expected of her. She was being asked to run free, and she did.

The helmsman was ordered to turn two points away from the wind. This brought more of the breeze into the square sails than running close-hauled. We were noticeably picking up speed.

The officers watched the strange ship for what seemed ages. “She’s not gaining on us now, Chambers,” the captain said. “Looks to be a privateer to me. If this wind holds as it is, we’ll outrun her, all right.”

A brig like ours couldn’t carry full sail in too strong a wind, whereas the following ship, being much larger, with far stouter masts, probably could. If the breeze freshened too much, she’d catch us.

The captain stood us down from quarters, allowing the hands to go to breakfast. The chase continued all day. Occasionally, the ship appeared to gain on us, but then she’d drop away again. The god Aeolus was on our side, it seemed.

As darkness fell, the captain tacked the ship back to our original course. As soon as there was no longer enough light to see our pursuer, he called to “darken ship”, then tacked again. We were now on a completely different heading than we had been that morning.

The games were over, at least until daybreak, when we would find out if the captain had out-foxed the hunter.

I went below to see my ladies, whom I hadn’t visited all day, knocking three times before I unlocked the door. This was our signal. Marianna flew to me, hugging me tightly as soon as the door was closed. “What is going on?” she asked. “We saw a strange ship, and we were ordered to black out the cabin.”

I told her of our pursuers, and that we were safe for the time being.

“You must be starving,” she said. “I have prepared a meal for us. It won’t be long.”

Isabella handed me a glass of wine after I had washed. “Sit, Brenda, you look quite tired. I think you have been working too hard.” Her eyes sparkled at her jest.

They had properly covered the stern windows and lit just one candle. I studied Isabella by the flickering light. I judged her to be no more than thirty, and probably younger. She must have married at an early age. Her features were classically Mediterranean – aristocratic, yet not haughty. Her eyes, like Marianna’s, were deep pools of mystery and romance.

Above all, it was her hair that fascinated me. Never had I seen a woman with such long, thick tresses. I could not help but reach across and plunge my fingers into their dark, luxurious depths.

Marianna came back and stood at her mother’s side. It dawned on me once more that I really did love them both, but it was Marianna who had truly won my heart. If only I could escape this life and run with her someplace far away. But I knew it was quite impossible.

I was at a loss for words. All I could think to say was, “I will miss you both. I will never forget you.”

“Nor shall we forget you,” Isabella said. “You promised to keep us safe and you have. Your captain does not seem to be such a bad man, for a pirate. But you – you did more than look after us. You gave yourself to us, and we still have four more nights to enjoy together. I think perhaps, we will yet give you much more to remember us by.”

I saw little point in trying to explain the difference between pirate and privateer. Besides, many would argue that privateers were simply licensed pirates. The Siren had indeed been a pirate ship, but her black flag was now stowed away. We were permitted to attack French shipping, or any ship found to be breaking the blockade to the mainland. It was the latter point that we tended to stretch somewhat, as we had done with the Spanish merchantman.

We all knew that it wouldn’t be long before we were at war with Spain. It is, in fact, what we were hoping for. At this moment though, war was the furthest thing from my mind.

Isabella laughed, “Our Brenda appears to be in a hurry to finish her food, Marianna. Do you think, perhaps, that she’s keen to take us to bed?”

I stopped chewing as Isabella pulled Marianna to her. The girl stood between her mother’s legs, leaning in as their lips came together. The older woman’s hands caressed the bare flesh of her daughter’s shoulders.

Then the hands slipped down her back and over her rear. The fingers took hold of her dress and slowly began to pull it up. I glanced up and saw Isabella’s eyes were fixed on mine. I could see the sparkle within and knew she was having fun teasing me.

The backs of Marianna’s legs came into view. Still, the dress went higher. I was entranced by this lewd display. Her slender backside was slowly revealed, and I found myself struggling to control my breathing.

Isabella tucked the dress up, giving her hands the freedom to roam her daughter’s gorgeous cheeks. I gave an audible gasp as she pulled them apart and exposed the puckered entrance to her arse.

Quite suddenly, Isabella laughed. “I do believe our lovely pirate is getting aroused at the sight of me playing with your pompis. Time for bed. Don’t you agree, my sweet?”

On to Chapter Three!

A brief recap: Single mother and lesbian Amanda receives wonderful news: her eleven-year-old daughter Katie (who has just come out as gay herself) is being considered as a fairy for Latchmore House, a magical kingdom of sorts for young girls. When meeting with Latchmore’s director Cindy, Amanda is thrilled to learn that the fairies are all lesbian girls. To prove the point, Cindy brings in an enchanting young thing named Rayne, who engages in hot sapphic sex with Amanda. Afterward, Cindy sends Rayne out to find Katie and bring her back.

Meanwhile, Katie is getting her own stimulating introduction to Latchmore from a couple of the fairies. Rayne finds her, and the two of them spend some delightful time together.

In this chapter, Katie and Rayne return to Cindy’s office, where Amanda is also waiting. What happens next? The answer can be found below…

by C. Cat

Rayne and Katie lay entwined in bed, basking in the mellow aftermath of their lovemaking. Katie was already fantasising about how much more she wanted to do with her fairy friend. Maybe even my girlfriend? she asked herself. Wow, that would be the best thing ever!

As if she’d been reading Katie’s mind, Rayne whispered, “I hope you join us. I really, really like you.”

“I really, really like you,” Katie said, hugging Rayne tightly.

When they finally got up, the girls agreed to share a quick shower. Katie finished undressing, and they climbed into the tiled cubicle together.

As they washed, Rayne and Katie couldn’t resist the opportunity to do a little exploring, but they didn’t have time for much more than that. The meeting with Miss Cindy and Katie’s mother was too important — this was where it would be decided if Katie would get to be a Latchmore Fairy or not.

Emerging pink and freshly scrubbed into the steamy bathroom, they towelled each other off, then dried their hair. Rayne picked up her fairy outfit from the floor and tossed it in a laundry basket at the bottom of her closet. She pulled out a school uniform to change into and, studying the blue and red plaid skirt and the white button-down top, got an idea.

“You should wear a Latchmore uniform, too!” she said, handing it to Katie, “You’ll look so cute, they’ll be dying to let you join.”

“Am I allowed to?”

“Sure. The students who aren’t fairies yet wear skirts with green instead of blue, but this will show them how much you want to be one of us. Let’s put your hair in pigtails, too… that’ll be super cute!”

As Rayne changed into a similar outfit, Katie noticed that she didn’t bother with a bra or panties. People might not notice her lack of knickers, but the way her nipples showed through the fabric of the top she wore made it pretty obvious that Rayne didn’t have anything on underneath.

Katie started to dress, but her panties were still very wet, and she didn’t want to wear them like that. So like Rayne, she decided to go without them. Feeling a wicked impulse, she slipped the sodden knickers under Rayne’s pillow when her friend wasn’t looking.

A few fairies were still in the greatroom when the two came downstairs. No one said anything, but Katie caught a few glances and smiles of approval. She wasn’t sure if that was because of the uniform she now wore, or because the girls knew what she and Rayne had been doing upstairs. Maybe a little of both, she told herself, suppressing a giggle.

Katie and Rayne were soon on their way to Cindy’s cottage, holding hands as they strolled down the oak-lined pathway. This simple contact was enough to give Katie butterflies in the tummy all over again. And they’d only just met, practically! She stole a glance at her new friend, astonished that a girl so cute would really like her that way. Rayne caught the look and smiled back, giving Katie’s hand a gentle squeeze. Yeah, she’s feeling it too. How awesome is that?

Mounting the stairs to the cottage, Rayne grasped the heavy bronze door knocker – shaped like a ram’s head, Katie noticed – and sounded it once, twice, three times. A moment later, Miss Cindy opened the door. She’d changed out of her dress and heels from earlier, and now wore a stylish flared skirt with a silky blouse that buttoned down the front.

The top three buttons were undone, and Katie immediately noticed how the woman’s heavy breasts pressed against the fabric of the blouse, as well as the enticing cleavage she’d chosen to show. As hard as she tried not to, Katie couldn’t help but stare.

“Greetings, Katie!” Cindy exclaimed with a big smile. “I’m Miss Cindy, the director here, I’ve heard so much about you. I’m glad we’re finally getting to meet.” She took a moment to look the young girl over, nodding her approval. “I have to say, that uniform looks absolutely smashing on you. I hope that’s your way of saying you’ve decided to join us here!”

“Yes, Miss Cindy,” Katie replied, losing herself in the woman’s deep blue eyes. “I – I really love this place! Everyone is so nice, ‘specially Rayne.” She gave her new friend a bashful smile.

“I knew you two would get along. Rayne is a little darling… and everyone needs a special friend, don’t they?” Katie thought she caught a little wink pass between Rayne and the director.

Just then, Katie’s mother entered the room, an apron tied around her waist. “I hope you two are hungry!” Amanda said. “You girls took a while to get here, so Miss Cindy and I decided to make something for dinner.”

“Sounds great,” Rayne said.

Rooted to the spot, Katie’s heart pounded as she stared at Mum, her heart galloping. In the midst of all this excitement and anticipation, something had completely slipped her mind; something she’d learned earlier when Rayne kissed her.

Mum did sex with Rayne, Katie thought. She took her knickers off, then Rayne licked her down there. And later, I got to taste my mother on Rayne’s lips. 

Katie almost wished she could steal away for a moment, just long enough to process the emotions that were pulsing through her… mostly the thrill she felt at the thought of sharing Rayne with Mum. But right then they were seating themselves at a large, ornately carved chestnut table, filling their plates with pasta and a savoury meat sauce.

As they ate, Miss Cindy talked about what made Latchmore superior to the kind of school Katie attended. “In most schools, you are taught to obey rules and compete with each other,” she said. “In class, the person with the highest grades is seen as ‘better,’ by the teachers… and outside the classroom, it’s about who has the best clothes and the nicest things.”

“That’s what it’s like at my school,“ Katie said. The set of her mouth made it clear how she felt about that.

“Here, we focus on what’s most important,” Miss Cindy continued. “We want our students to find a path that makes them happy… and helps others be happy along the way. Of course you’ll still need to work hard and study, but our mission at Latchmore is to always be there for one another.”

“I like that,” Katie said.

All through the meal and the conversation, Katie kept sneaking peeks at Miss Cindy’s chest. She didn’t want to be rude, but the temptation to look was too powerful to resist. The fullness of those lovely breasts and the way they moved under the woman’s shirt made Katie feel all hot and crazy inside. And when Miss Cindy leaned forward, it gave the giddy eleven-year-old a perfect view down the front.

A question drifted into Katie’s mind. If Rayne had sex with my mother, could Miss Cindy have done it with Mum, too? She began to picture the two women naked and sharing heated kisses, their breasts pressed together.

She must have stared too long, because Rayne gave her a little kick beneath the table. When Katie looked up, Rayne gave her a wink before breaking down into giggles.

“So, Katie,” Miss Cindy said, ignoring Rayne’s giddy behaviour. “Now that you know a bit more about what we do here, I’d like to officially invite you to join us at Latchmore and become one of our fairies.”

“Ooooh, I’d love that!” Katie exclaimed, then glanced over at her mother, adding, “If it’s okay with Mum.”

“It would be a wonderful opportunity, sweetheart, but you’ll have to work hard and prove you deserve it.”

“I’ll work really hard, Mommy, I promise!”

“You’ll have to follow the rules, too.”

“Oh, I will! I already know the rule about not lying. I even played the honesty game with Piper and Melissa.”

“That’s a good start,” Miss Cindy said with a knowing smile. “Did they teach you anything else…?”

Katie wasn’t exactly sure what the woman meant by being taught, but she knew better than to conceal anything. “Well, we practised kissing — that was part of the game.”

“Good,” Miss Cindy replied with a nod. “Very good. What about Rayne? Did you practise with her, too?”

“Um, we did kiss…” Katie knew she could be honest, but glanced at Rayne anyway for approval and saw her nod. She felt her cheeks warm at the thought of admitting this with her mum present. “And we touched each other down there, too. We even had a come together. It was my first time with someone else.”

“It’s wonderful to share something like that,” Miss Cindy said, beaming. “We love it when our girls try new things, as long as they aren’t doing anything they don’t want to, that is. We don’t tolerate anyone pressuring girls into doing things before they’re ready. You understand that, don’t you?”

“Yes, Miss Cindy. It wasn’t like that at all. It was a lot of fun… and I want to learn more, lots more!”

“Can we help teach her?” Rayne piped up.

Seeing Rayne’s excitement and the hopeful look on Katie’s face, Cindy smiled. Oh, yes. This girl is going to fit in beautifully.

“If that’s what you two want. Hmmm, perhaps we should leave the dishes for later and go to the living room.”

“Yay!” Rayne exulted, springing out of her seat. Taking Amanda, then Katie by the hand, she led them both to the next room, Miss Cindy close behind.

Amanda didn’t know exactly how far Cindy was planning to take these lessons, but not knowing only made the game more exciting.

“Amanda, please sit there,” Miss Cindy said, gesturing to a large chair, “I just want you to watch until I say so — that means no touching that pretty pussy of yours.”

Cindy saw Katie’s eyes widen when she heard that. Yes, little one… your mother does what I tell her to. And I’m very familiar with her pussy. “Rayne, Katie… why don’t you two join me on the couch?” she continued.

The girls obediently took a seat on either side of the director.

“I’ll bet you two are adorable together,” Miss Cindy said, resting a hand on each girl’s thigh, “Why don’t you let us see you kiss?”

“Sure!” Rayne said. Katie was surprised by the request, but managed to give a quick nod. They leaned across Miss Cindy’s lap until their mouths met in a tender kiss. This time Katie was first to bring her tongue into play, slipping it between her friend’s parted lips. Rayne hummed contentedly, and then the young lovers were caught up in a passionate embrace, tongues flickering back and forth.

After a while, the girls parted, both of them looking at Miss Cindy for her appraisal. “Very good,” she said, “but Katie, you ought not to rush things. A good kiss should be a promise of what’s to come. Here, let me show you…”

Cupping Katie’s chin, she leaned in to kiss the girl. Katie closed her eyes, waiting for it, but the woman took her time. She paused at first, letting the eleven-year-old’s anticipation mount before allowing their lips to gently brush together. The slow buildup of the kiss gave the feelings inside Katie a chance to build as well, and she relaxed into her older partner’s embrace.

Cindy let her kisses trail across Katie’s cheek, then took the girl’s earlobe between her lips. She gave it a little nibble, sending a buzz of pleasure through Katie’s body.

“Mmmm,” Katie purred as Miss Cindy drew her even closer, until their bodies were nestled together. The mere thought of her mum watching this had all the nerve endings in her body tingling like mad.

It was only then that Miss Cindy returned to the young girl’s lips, giving Katie the hot, urgent kiss she so desperately craved. Katie matched the grownup’s passion, somehow knowing this was just the beginning of the delights she was going to experience.

When they finally drifted apart, Miss Cindy looked up at Katie’s mother, recognizing lust in Amanda’s eyes. Without looking away, she bent to give Katie another deep tongue kiss.

“You’re a natural at kissing,” she told Katie when she straightened up, giving her a wink. “I think it must run in the family.”

Katie couldn’t help but giggle, thinking about what Miss Cindy must’ve been doing with Mum earlier. Did they take their clothes off? she wondered. Bet they did. Wish I could’ve seen them doing that!

Miss Cindy took her hand, gave it a friendly squeeze. “Maybe you’d like to help me with a game your mum and I were playing before you got here…?”

“I’d love to, Miss Cindy!”

“Good girl,” the director responded, patting Katie’s shoulder. “Do you ever play with Barbies?”

“Um, sure!” Katie replied.

“Do you ever make them do sexy things with each other?”

Katie blushed at the suggestion, but couldn’t hide her smile. “Yes,” she said. “Sometimes.”

In fact, ever since she could remember, Katie had as much fun undressing her dolls as she did dressing them. Lately, though, she liked to have them pretend to kiss, or lie together naked.

“Well, you see…” Miss Cindy said, speaking just above a whisper, “…your mum and I were playing a game a lot like that, but in our game, she has to do whatever I say — we call that being ‘submissive’ and it gets her very excited. I can be a bit naughty sometimes, so Mummy’s never sure what I’ll make her do.”

It didn’t sound like any game Katie had ever heard of, but just imagining it made those tingly feelings even stronger. The idea of having a grownup do whatever you wanted… who wouldn’t enjoy that? “It sounds like fun,” she said.

“She can stop me any time she wants, mind you… but your mum also likes to be naughty, so I don’t think we need worry about that. Would you like to help me make her do even more naughty things?”

Katie glanced over at Amanda, curious as to how her mother felt about this. “Mum, are you–”

“No, no,” Miss Cindy interrupted. “You mustn’t ask what she wants. That’s part of the game; your mum doesn’t get to decide.” She smiled at the girl. “Ask me your question.”

Swallowing nervously, Katie peeked at Mum again, feeling a surge of warmth at the adoration she saw in her mother’s eyes, knowing everything was just fine. She turned back to Miss Cindy. “Mum’s really okay with me, um, telling her to do stuff?”

Miss Cindy shrugged. “It’s not supposed to matter if she wants to or not, sweetheart. But just to set your mind at rest, I’ll tell you this much: your mother is very okay with you giving her orders. She wants to please you, to make you happy.” She took Katie’s hand, clasping it in hers. “So… will you play the game with us?”

“Um, sure,” Katie replied with a nod, her pulse going like sixty. She’d always adored her mother, and since learning Mum was a lesbian, their relationship had become closer than ever. That was a good thing… but Katie was having other feelings, urges to be her mummy’s lover. She had brought herself off at least a dozen times to images of the two of them naked, doing the kind of sexy things that she read about on grownup websites.

Afterward, Katie had felt unnerved and frightened by what she’d done… but after tasting the delights Latchmore had to offer, those feelings seemed okay. Mummy is beautiful, I love her, she loves me… why shouldn’t I want her that way?

Miss Cindy had turned to Amanda. “What about you? Are you ready to be an obedient little girl for us? You have permission to speak.”

Amanda was trembling with a mixture of nervous excitement and the most intense arousal as she imagined all the perverted things Cindy might command her to do in front of Katie. Or do something TO Katie.

The possibility made her head swim. And if Miss Cindy gave the order, she would be making love to her daughter. I won’t refuse her. She knows me, understands what I need. And right now, there’s nothing I need more than my little girl.

“Of course, Miss Cindy,” Amanda replied, bowing her head. “Anything you ask. Anything.”

The director snapped her fingers. “Take that dress off.”

Amanda did as she was told. Slipping the straps off her shoulders, she let the dress fall to the floor,  revealing her bare body.

Katie had seen Mum in the nude before, but never like this – openly displayed, letting her daughter see everything. Her breasts were generous and comforting, capped by taut nipples.

Down below, Mum’s vulva was shaved smooth, with nary a trace of hair. Katie was thrilled to see a hint of wetness adorning the rosy cleft. She’d already had a taste of that when Rayne kissed her. Naughty as the thought was, Katie knew she wanted more.

“You’re so pretty down there, Mum,” Katie murmured, slowly rising to her feet. “C-can I touch it?”

Miss Cindy rested a hand on the eleven-year-old’s hip, “You can use grownup words, Katie… no need to say ‘down there’. She turned to Rayne, who had a hand under her skirt and was fondling herself. “What do we call that part of a woman, Rayne?”

“Her cunt,” the redhead panted.

“That’s right, love. Now, Katie… tell your mother how pretty she is again, but do it the right way. And when we’re playing the game, that makes her our slut-girl, and you don’t have to ask her permission. Take what you want.”

Katie felt her face get hot as she thought about what Miss Cindy was asking her to do. She’d never been one to use rude words, especially around her mother. Still, she didn’t want to back down now, not when the fun was just getting started…

Drawing a deep breath, Katie said, “You have a pretty cunt, Mummy.” She took one step, then another, advancing to where Amanda stood, gazing into her mother’s eyes as she reached out, seeking and finding the moist opening. Katie traced it, her face a portrait of wonder. “It’s warm,” she said, almost to herself.

As Katie explored, Cindy hiked her dress up, exposing her own smooth sex. Looking back and forth between the two women, Katie noted that Miss Cindy’s pussy was a little smaller but had more prominent lips. It almost looks like a flower.

“Come here, Amanda,” Miss Cindy commanded. “Show your little girl how to fuck a woman.”

Without saying a word, Amanda padded over to the director, where she dropped to her knees and leaned forward, pausing to shift her hair to one side of her neck so Katie would have a good view. She used two fingers to spread Miss Cindy’s labia apart and very gently began to stroke her up and down.

After a minute or so of teasing, Amanda placed her fingers right at the vaginal opening and, after pausing to make sure Katie was watching, drove them deep inside with one smooth thrust. Cindy gasped at the sweet intrusion, then a moan of pleasure escaped her lips when Amanda began to piston those fingers in and out.

“Mmmmm yes,” Miss Cindy exclaimed. “Soooo good, my lovely fuck-toy. Now use your tongue. Katie needs to learn how to lick a cunt.”

Still making eye contact with her daughter, Amanda leaned forward and trailed the tip of her tongue between Cindy’s pussy lips.

As a wide-eyed Katie watched, her mother took several long, slow licks – but she became distracted when Miss Cindy unbuttoned her top, tugged it open and began to caress her bare breasts. They looked so soft and inviting that Katie couldn’t resist – she had to touch them, too.

Extending a hand, she was astonished by her own boldness. Shouldn’t I ask permission first? By then, it was too late – she was cupping the large, soft globe, and Miss Cindy wasn’t doing a thing to stop her. Instead, she gave Katie a dreamy smile, whispering, “Sweet child.”

Katie loved the softness and the heft of the woman’s breasts, but she wanted to feel Miss Cindy’s swollen nipples, too. So she did, rolling each one in turn between finger and thumb.

While she felt up Miss Cindy, Katie kept a close watch on what her mother was doing – feasting on pussy, licking and sucking at the pink flesh as if it was a luscious piece of fruit, the whole lower half of her face dripping with the juices.

It looks so yummy, Katie told herself, desperately hoping that she would get to taste someone’s kitty – cunt, she reminded herself – before the day was done.

Rayne was slouched back against the right arm of the sofa, watching Miss Cindy and Amanda fuck. The young redhead was mauling her own sex, her wrist pumping like a piston. Katie watched her friend for a few heartbeats, then returned her full attention to what Mum was up to.

The curious eleven-year-old was well familiar with the magical properties of the clitoris, the way it always seemed to unlock the best feelings. Now she watched, enthralled, as her mother teased Miss Cindy’s clit with tiny playful licks. Finally, Amanda pressed her tongue flat against it.

A choked gasp exploded from Cindy, who grabbed Amanda by the back of her head with both hands and pulled her in, grinding the younger woman’s face into her mons.

“Your little girl is watching me fuck your mouth, slut,” Miss Cindy growled. “Now show Katie how you make a lover come.”

Amanda responded by licking even faster, slashing her tongue back and forth across Cindy’s clitoris.

Meanwhile, Katie was still toying with Miss Cindy’s breasts, caught up in the incredible sex show her mum was putting on, when the older woman opened her eyes and panted, “Squeeze my nipples, Katie… p-pull them!”

Katie was quick to obey, taking a plump nipple between finger and thumb, giving it a cautious pinch.

“Ahh!” Miss Cindy cried. Her eyes flickered open. “Harder,” she said.

This time Katie took hold of the tips of both breasts. Bracing herself, she gave them a sharp squeeze.

The response was immediate and intense. Miss Cindy screamed, a violent shudder rocking her body, then began to tremble, her breath hissing through clenched teeth. Finally, with a hoarse moan, she went limp, slumping back into the sofa.

As the director’s thighs loosened, Amanda raised her head to look up at Miss Cindy, clearly awaiting instructions. Katie shivered deliciously when she saw that her mum’s mouth and chin were coated with the essence of her lover’s sex.

“Mmmm… very nicely done, my pet,” Miss Cindy mumbled. Her eyes still closed, she felt for Amanda’s shoulder, then gripped it. “Now… clean me up.”

Katie’s mum bent down again to carefully lick all the wetness she could from Miss Cindy’s vulva and inner thighs. Her daughter watched closely, breathing in the thick, musky aroma of cunt. She ached to taste it for herself, especially from her mother’s lips, but when Amanda sat back again, Rayne was there first, giving her a big messy kiss.

Feeling a bit left out, Katie watched her new friend make out with Mum – but then Rayne abruptly ended the kiss and reached out to seize Katie’s hand. “C’mere, you,” she said, pulling the eleven-year-old into her arms until their mouths met again.

Katie melted into Rayne’s embrace, her tongue immediately entering the dance. For the second time, she tasted pussy on the fairy’s lips, quickly deciding she liked the strong, tart flavour.

This time when Rayne broke away, she gazed lustfully at Amanda, then Katie. “Y’know,” she said, “I think it’s time for someone to kiss her little girl.” She nudged the parent and the child toward one another.

Katie trembled as she stood before her naked mother… the most beautiful woman who had ever lived. “I love you, Mum,” she whispered.

Amanda’s eyes brimmed with tears. “And I love you, my precious little girl. You are everything to me.” She opened her arms, and Katie flowed into them.

They were nose to nose, lost in each other’s eyes. The scent of Miss Cindy lingered on Mum’s lips, and Katie was in the mood for another taste of pussy. Going up on tiptoe, she kissed her mother.

It caught Amanda by surprise. She gasped, her lips parting – and Katie seized the moment, licking around the woman’s mouth.

The effect on Amanda’s libido was electric. She responded instantly, kissing her child. Running her hands up and down Katie’s body, she realised the child was completely nude beneath the Latchmore school uniform she wore.

That revelation was accompanied by a sudden touch of fear. She wanted this desperately, to truly love her daughter in a new, special way… but might that be a terrible mistake?

Gently parting from Katie, Amanda studied the girl’s face, trying to read her thoughts as best she could. “Sweetheart,” she said, “are you sure this is what you want? Really and truly?”

Katie was nodding as soon as her mother had begun to speak. “Yes, Mum. It is. I want to do everything with you. Besides,” she added with a naughty-girl smile, “we’re still playing the game, aren’t we? You have to do what I say.”

“Very good, Katie!” Miss Cindy called, clapping her hands.

Amanda and Katie both glanced in the direction of the sofa, where Miss Cindy sat, Rayne nestled in her lap. They were both naked, their clothes in a heap on the floor, and Cindy was fingering the girl’s slit.

“Go on, then,” Miss Cindy instructed Katie. “Tell her what you want.”

Turning back to her mother, a determined gleam in her eye, Katie said, “Kiss me.”

Amanda stared at her daughter, her lust soaring. Submitting to a strong mistress like Miss Cindy was an incredible turn-on, but the idea of giving herself over to Katie, letting her little girl take charge…

My beautiful daughter, using me for her sexual pleasure. Oh, God, my cunt’s a fucking volcano. 

Cupping Katie’s face in both hands, Amanda brought their mouths together. This time, her tongue was first to press the advantage, darting between her child’s lips.

Mother and daughter shared a long, deep lover’s kiss, a sensual tango of lips and tongues. Amanda let her hands glide down Katie’s body, intending to slip them beneath that cute skirt and see for herself whether the girl had really left off her knickers.

But just before she reached her goal. Miss Cindy spoke up. “That’s enough, ladies.”

Almost by reflex, Amanda quickly broke away, taking a step back. Katie pouted briefly, but Miss Cindy paid that no mind. “Come sit here, Katie,” she said, patting the now vacant spot between her bare thighs. Rayne was standing at the director’s side, wearing a saucy grin.

Katie approached the woman, seating herself in the spot she’d indicated. Miss Cindy wrapped both arms around the girl’s tummy and held her close.

She hadn’t wanted to stop kissing Mum, but Katie did enjoy resting against Miss Cindy, especially since she wasn’t wearing any clothes. Her bare titties felt like warm, soft pillows.

Miss Cindy whispered, “Do you want your mummy to make love to you, Katie? The same way she did to me?”

Katie did. Ever since she could remember, she got a special warm feeling inside at the sight of her mother, a feeling that got even stronger when Mum was in her underwear, a bathing suit, or just not wearing very much. When she finally understood what those feelings meant, Katie had no idea how to deal with them… at least, not right away. But before long, sexy thoughts of her mother became a regular occurrence. Alone in bed at night, she often touched herself between the legs, pretending Mum was doing it for her.

Now Katie had the chance to make that secret desire come true… and the hunger in Mummy’s eyes made it clear that she wanted this every bit as much as Katie.

There was one thing she hadn’t thought about, though — Rayne. It hadn’t been discussed, but Katie felt as if they’d already decided to be girlfriends. If she did sex with her mother, would it make Rayne jealous?

It only took one glance at her new friend to reassure Katie. The girl’s excitement was impossible to miss. Rayne wants to see Mum fuck me.

Just thinking those words made Katie quiver inside. It was a big, scary idea – but she wanted to take it in her arms, hug it close, make it a part of her.

Miss Cindy was still speaking, her voice soft as a rose petal. “Do you want your mother to love you, Katie?”

Katie’s shyness was still there, but she somehow managed to say,  “Uh-huh.”

“Very well.” With that, Miss Cindy spread her thighs wide apart, opening Katie’s legs at the same time. Now, all that concealed the girl’s sex was her skirt, and that was too short to cover very much.

Amanda’s head swam as she took in the view of her daughter’s bare legs, exposed up to Katie’s inner thighs. These were still the thin, coltish legs of a youngster, but strengthened by accumulated muscle tone from years of dance practice. She wanted to go down on her knees and caress, even kiss them, but knew to wait for permission from Miss Cindy… or her little girl.

Bending down, Rayne nuzzled Katie’s face. “You’re gonna love this,” she murmured, slowly raising the hem of the girl’s skirt.

On to Chapter Seven!

Go here for a guide to the women and girls who populate “Sweet Poppy.” To get a thumbnail summary of the plot, please check out the Chapter Links.

by Joe Dornish

The sex party was still in full swing when I came to. Mia, bless her, was still cradling my head in her lap.

“How long was I out?” I asked her, giving my body a good stretch.

“Not long. Ten minutes maybe. How do you feel?”

“Mmmm, I’m good, really good. My pussy is still tingling!”

Mia laughed at that. “I’m not surprised… your mum fucked the arse off you. What was it like?”

“Tremendous, just great. Honestly, I think I could feel her hitting my cervix, and with Lilly licking my clit as well… oh, Mia, it was the absolute best!”

“Not today, but, um… could we maybe try that?”

That knocked me for a loop. “You want me to fuck you with the strap-on?”

“Yeah, you made it look like fun. You’ll have to take it easy, though – I’m not used to big things inside me. I’d like to try using it on you, too.”

Sitting up, I kissed my beautiful lover on the mouth – a nice, slow, lingering kiss.

When we parted, I told her, “There’s lots and lots of things we can try, you know. Stuff we’ve never even heard of. We can learn together, Mia. Mmmm, I love you so much. I feel so lucky to have you.”

“I love you, too. I can’t remember what life was like before we got to be girlfriends. What on earth did I do all day? Study? Play kids’ games?”

“Gosh, I know what you mean. This time last year, it was all dolls and the Disney channel. Now it’s all sex and seduction.”

Just then Mum approached us, kneeling by the sofa where we both sat. “Hey girls… how we doing?”

“Good, thank you,” said Mia, politely as ever.

Mum gave Mia a certain look that I was very familiar with. “Have I told you how sexy you look, Mia? Good enough to eat.”

Mia squealed with delight, clapping her hands. “You can eat me any time if you like!”

I thought that’s what Mum was getting at, so I started to get up – but she put a hand on my leg to stop me.

“Oh don’t worry, Mia,” Mum said. “You’re next on my list, but right now we need both you girls to help us with something special. Poppy, remember how I told you we were going to give Henri a little treat?”

“Oooh, yeah, I’d forgotten about that. Do you need us to keep an eye on the girls, then?”

“Yes please, sweetie. Celeste will stay out here, too. Mia, why don’t you round up the girls. Maybe you can think of a sexy little game to play while we grownups are with Henri.” Mum turned to me. “Poppy, Henri told me you were interested in what we’re about to do. She said you could watch if you like.”

So this was really going to happen. Henri and most of the grownups were going to play a pretending game where she was a wicked child who had to be punished, so someone would be spanking her. Maybe all the women did – I wasn’t sure about that bit.

I was curious about the whole thing, couldn’t help it. I knew Mum didn’t want me directly involved, though, and I trusted her on that point. It didn’t sound like anything I’d be into. I mean, who likes being hurt? No one, I’d always thought, but Kiki told Mum that when Henri got spanked, she sometimes came so hard that she passed out.

“Okay, Mum – I’ll come along and watch,” I said. When all’s said and done, I was eager to learn all there was to know about lesbian sex, even if some of it made me uncomfortable.

Mia went over to talk to Celeste and I followed Mum through the house until we arrived at one of the spare bedrooms. We entered, and Mum quietly said, “Stay here by the door, sweetie. When you’ve seen as much as you want to, leave quietly and shut the door behind you. Okay?” I nodded. “Good girl. Remember: first, it’s just make-believe. Second: Henri loves every minute of it.”

“Okay, Mum.”

My mother went over to join Kiki, Lottie and Christina, who were all naked and lined up along the wall. Henri was dressed in her school uniform – white shirt, short black pleated skirt and white ankle socks. No shoes, and her blonde hair was in a ponytail. She stood at the end of the bed facing the others, her head bowed, looking down at the floor.

It was an odd setup, I thought: Henri done up like a schoolgirl, all the women naked and no one speaking.

Then the missing piece of the puzzle emerged from the bathroom. Nicole and Emma came out wearing very official-looking outfits with short skirts. Emma had glasses, and Nicole was carrying a thin cane. Then it struck me – they were supposed to be teachers, and had dressed for the part.

Emma’s expression was stern as she spoke. “Well, Henrietta… what have you got to say for yourself?”

Henri was looking at her feet as she said in a meek, tiny voice, “I’ve been a naughty girl, Miss.”

“What is it this time?” said Nicole, tapping the cane upon her palm menacingly.

“I was touching my vagina in class, Miss.”

“Well, that won’t do. It simply won’t do,” said Nicole.

“Can’t help it, Miss,” Henri protested, a hint of pink in her cheeks. “So many pretty girls at this school… it makes me all fluttery inside.”

“Disgusting,” Nicole replied, pursing her lips. “No self-control whatsoever.” Reaching out, she abruptly tilted Henri’s chin upward, forcing the girl to make eye contact. “You know, we have to look at desirable young girls all day long! Seeing their bare legs, watching their bodies blooming, taking shape. Picturing them naked. But you see, Emma and I are able to restrain our appetites.”

“Know how we treat dirty little sluts like you in this school?” said Emma.

I’d always thought of Emma as sweet, but right then she looked fierce and really scary. So did Nicole, even more so. I was glad not to be in Henri’s place right then.

Henri was shivering, and I suspected it wasn’t because she was scared. “No, Miss, I d-don’t.”

“They get punished and fucked. First, the punishment… then these lovely ladies will give you a fucking you’ll not soon forget,” Emma said, gesturing at the line of nude women.

“Now, girl… turn around and bend over,” said Nicole.

Henri turned around and bent over the bed, then Emma lifted her skirt up and over her back. I was expecting Henri to be wearing some sort of sexy knickers, but these were just plain white panties. Like what she’d really be wearing at school, I realised.

Emma pulled those knickers down around Henri’s knees. “You will count each stroke and say ‘thank you’,” Nicole murmured. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, Miss Nicole.”

Nicole brought her hand down on Henri’s bum so hard it made a loud noise.

Henri yelped, “One! Thank you, Miss.”

Another stroke. “Two! Th-thank you, Miss.”

They continued – Nicole walloping Henri’s bum, Henri counting the strokes. She had to be hurting, but I could also see how wet her cunt was… practically dripping!

The whole thing still made me uncomfortable, though. Deciding I’d seen enough, I slipped out of the room and carefully shut the door behind me.

When I got back to the living room all the others – Mia, Celeste, the twins Lola and Lexi, Lilly, Evie and Beth – were seated all around on the various sofas, chairs, cushions and bean bags, enjoying a nice chat. By then, we were all naked.

Beth had her legs open and everyone was looking at her pussy. “Yeah, so I just thought I’d let it grow a bit,” she was saying. I’d noticed earlier that her bright orange bush looked a little fuller.

“Ah, here she is,” said Celeste in a smokey French accent when she saw me approach.

“I was just saying that I decided to let my pubes grow out,” Beth said.

“I love your bush!” I told her. “Seriously, you and your mum have made me totally hot for redheads.”

Beth actually blushed. “Aw, thanks. D’you think you’ll let yours grow?”

“I’m not sure. I’ve waited so long for it to grow, it seems a shame to shave it all off.”

“Well, I think having hair down there is dead sexy,” Mia said. “So if you shave, don’t do it to make me happy!”

I wrapped my arms around Mia, gave her a juicy kiss. “I’ll do my pussy any way you like, lover.”

She shivered. “God, I love it when you call me that!”

“Hey – what are the grownups doing in there?” Lilly asked.

Now that put me in an awkward position. It didn’t seem fair for me to discuss Henri’s unusual tastes without her okay. Also, hearing about the kinky game she was playing might be a bit much for the younger girls. Spanking for fun? How on earth could I explain that?

“Oh, it’s just some adult thing,” I replied, trying to seem as disinterested as possible. “Honestly, it didn’t look like much fun to me.” Well, it was the truth.

As the girls digested that, I tried to think of some way for all of us to enjoy ourselves. At first I was going to suggest we play Monsters. Then I realised that wouldn’t work – we were already nude, and let’s face it, getting undressed was half the fun of the game. Besides, if we ran about trying to hide, somebody was bound to burst into the bedroom where Henri and the others were. No, we needed to have fun without actually going anywhere.

Then I had an idea. “Um, why don’t we see if we can all come at the same time?”

The little ones seemed to like that idea. Mia was grinning eagerly as she said, “That sounds fun… how do we do it?”

“Um, we could all sit in a circle and touch our pussies together,” I suggested.

“This seems fun… but perhaps there is another way?” Celeste spoke, pronouncing it ‘annuzzer way’. I thought that sounded so fucking sexy.

“What way is that?” said Mia.

“We could have a, erm… you call it a daisy chain.”

“YES! A daisy chain!” I exclaimed, clapping my hands.

“What’s a daisy chain?” asked Lilly.

“We all lie in a circle… on your side is best. Each person has their head between the legs of the next person, and we all lick each other at the same time.”

Lilly frowned. “I… I’m not sure I get it.”

I reached out, gave her nipple a little tweak, “I’ll show you.”

We arranged ourselves in a circle, I had my head between Mia’s legs, then in front of Mia was Lola, then Beth, Lexi, Celeste and Lilly. Evie completed the circle with her cute little face resting on my inner thigh.

When we were all in place, Lilly giggled and announced, “Okay, I get it now!”

“Good,” I said. “Remember, now, we’re trying to come at the same time!”

Mia said, “How about this: if you’re about to come, say, ‘close’, but try to hold off until we’re all ready.”

“Sounds good,” I said. “Okay, let’s start. Nice and slow to begin with.”

With that, we were off and running. Evie ignored the slow start completely, going straight for my clit. By then, we’d had loads of sex, and she knew the tricks it took to drive me wild. Shit, I’m in trouble, I thought. Evie’s gonna have me coming right away.

Rather than try to stifle my own orgasm, I decided to hurry Mia’s along. I certainly knew how to pleasure her, after all. I was rewarded with a moan, and Mia began to shiver. That jolt of excitement seemed to spread around the circle like a wave, accompanied by soft sounds of pleasure that soon grew louder.

“Close!” Lilly gasped. I wasn’t surprised; she had Celeste licking her. I knew from earlier that she was good at giving oral. Maybe that’s why it’s called French kissing, because they’re so talented with their mouths.

“I n-need more time,” said Beth.

“It’s okay, I go slower with Lilly,” Celeste replied, amused by our little game.

Good luck with that, I thought. I know my sister; once you take Lilly to a certain point, her clit is on a hair-trigger. Sure enough, a minute later I heard her going, “Oh, oh, oh, oh!” like Lilly always does just before she comes.

Then Beth, who needed more time just a moment ago, blurted, “Coming!” and off she went. Bugger, it wasn’t working out like I’d hoped. Well, nothing else for it but to get into that headlong sprint for the finish line.

“Right, go for it, everyone!” I exclaimed.

It was fucking hilarious, those liquid sucking and slurping noises suddenly getting louder as we ate pussy as if our lives depended on it. And soon enough, the sounds of ecstasy were added to the mix.

I was the last to come. Lilly brought Evie off in a big way, and the child’s orgasm left her all but helpless, unable to give me the mouth action I needed. In the end, I reached down and brought myself off. I didn’t blame her at all, the poor little thing was wiped out.

Anyhow, by the time I came, most of the others were finished. Undeterred, we decided to switch direction and try again. What fun we had, trying to time it right. Someone would shout “Close!” then all hell broke loose as the rest of us played catch-up. I think that’s the first time I had a laughing fit while climaxing. It was a head rush, like being on a rollercoaster. Once again, we failed to come at the same time, but it was a lot of fun trying.

Afterwards, hunger drove us to the kitchen, where Kiki had left out a nice spread of finger food, cold cuts and sweet treats we could snack on as we liked. I was munching on seasoned chicken wings while sitting at the kitchen island with Beth and Evie. The others were wandering around or relaxing in the living room. For the moment, at least, we were all pretty well fucked out.

Some of the adults rejoined the party shortly thereafter, heading straight for the kitchen where they all tucked into the buffet. Lottie told me, “Henri’s still in the bedroom, Poppy… she wants to talk to you.”

The bedroom door was closed, so I knocked. “Come in,” Kiki said.

Henri was laying on the bed in between Mum and Kiki. They were all naked.

“Hey, Pops,” Henri said in a sleepy voice. “How are you?” Her eyes were puffy and her makeup was a mess,

“I’m good. Um… have you been crying?”

“Yeah. Happy tears, though. Here, don’t be shocked. I’m so proud… I took everything they had to give.”

I gasped and closed my eyes as soon as Henri turned her bum to me, then peeked through my fingers. Her bum looked so sore! Eventually, I was able to take my hands away and look more closely. Mum had some sweet-smelling lotion on her hands that she was rubbing into Henri’s cheeks.

“Does it hurt?”

Henri smiled. “Yeah, but It’s good pain, not bad pain.”

“It’s okay, sweetie, come and sit with us.” Mum’s smile was sweet and calming.

I climbed up on the bed, still feeling a bit confused. “Good pain?”

Kiki spoke. “Have you ever done a lot of exercise, then felt kind of sore afterwards?”

“Sure,” I nodded.

“You hurt, but it sort of felt… satisfying, right? You pushed yourself past what your body was capable of.”

“I guess so.”

“Well, that’s a sort of pain that you might think of as good. A bad pain… well that’s like injuring yourself when you don’t mean to – stepping on a nail, let’s say.”

I looked at Henri again. She was smiling and clearly very happy. I knew her post-orgasm face well and that was it. Her bum cheeks were bright red all over, and in the middle they were a darker red. From the back of her knees all the way up her bum in neat parallel lines, I could see the marks of the cane. Mum’s hands gently worked the soothing lotion into Henri’s skin.

“Pops, it’s not often I get a chance like this,” Henri said. “It’s a fantasy come true, and I milked it for all I could. Thank you for helping make this happen… it meant the world to me.”

Leaning in, I gave her a tender kiss. “You’re welcome. I’m always happy to help, you’ve done so much for me. I am sort of wondering what the little ones would think about all this. They were asking me about what was going on in here, but I wasn’t sure what to say.”

“The other kids’ mums are speaking to them now. When you go out, they’ll bring the girls in to show them Henri is okay,” Mummy said.

I had to laugh. “Cool! After that, just lick their cunts, then give them some cake…  That’ll get everyone in a party mood!”

***

Later on, after the younger kids had spoken to Henri, we were all gathered on and around the sofas, basking in the warmth of the fireplace. Most of us had eaten, everyone had rested, and the time was right for more sexy fun.

One of the twins whispered in her mother’s ear, then Chrissie said, “Kiki, it’s the twins’ turn to draw a name from the bag. Can they do it now?”

“What a lovely way to get the festivities underway again,” Kiki purred. “Henrietta, my love… have you got the bag?”

Henri produced the bag, then held it open, and the two naked little angels each drew a name. Lola picked out Kiki, and Lexi came up with Evie. They scampered over to the sofa where I was sitting and perched themselves next to me, the two of them side by side, then Kiki and Evie came over and knelt between their legs.

It was like someone flipped a switch – everyone started getting sexy with whoever was close at hand. Well, everyone but me. The twins were swapping deep tongue kisses while Evie and Kiki went down on them, and I didn’t think it was appropriate for me to butt in.

Emma was sitting opposite me with Beth sat next to her. They were kissing and cuddling, but not getting too heated just yet. Catching my eye, Emma beckoned me over. I carefully stepped over the cushions and bean bags on the floor in front of me, where Mia was just starting to have sex with Lilly and Lottie.

“You looked a little lonely over there, Poppy,” Emma said. “Care to have some fun with Beth and me?”

“I’d love to!” I answered.

I have a little crush on Emma, so a little mum-and-daughter threesome with these two stunning redheads felt like just the thing for me. I straddled Emma, facing her, and we kissed. Beth’s hands went straight between my legs – one fondling my bum, the other fingering my pussy.

Meanwhile, sex was going on all around us. Nicole and Chrissie were kissing nearby, each masturbating the other. Mum was half hanging off the sofa with Celeste licking her pussy, while Henri had climbed onto the sofa and was squatting over my mother’s face. What a show!

After we’d swapped a few juicy kisses, Emma and Beth had me down on my back. Emma was kneeling just above my mouth. I raised my head to lick her, but she pinned my shoulder to the carpet.

“No, not yet,” Emma said. “First, I want you to look at my cunt. Smell it. Feel the warmth of it, think about how much you want to lick me. Do that first, then I’ll give you a taste.”

Okay, that was different. But I figured, Why not? Think of it as a new experience. Anyhow, Emma did have a beautiful cunt, and it smelled divine. So I relaxed and enjoyed the view, just like I was studying a work of art.

In the meantime, I could feel Beth between my legs, preparing me for what seemed to be a tribbing session. She raised my leg up high, giving it to her mum to hold. I couldn’t see what Beth was doing, but knew tribbing was even better when you spread your pussy lips open to expose the clit. So I reached down and did just that before I felt Beth’s hairy cunt push into mine.

It’s funny – tribbing was really hard for me to do when I first tried it. There’s a certain knack to rubbing pussies. Getting the angle right and working out a mutual rhythm, to name two. For me, it was far easier licking pussy to achieve the same result. But as I got more and more used to doing it, my love for tribbing increased. It’s a very intimate way of having sex with a woman, especially useful when you want to climax at the same time as your lover. Mia and I had it down to a fine art.

Now Beth was grinding up a storm between my legs. By then, Emma had taken mercy on me and lowered her cunt to my mouth, so I was eating her like nobody’s business. There wasn’t a lot I could do for Beth, just lie there while she fucked me. I had a lovely orgasm while gulping down Emma’s strong, savoury juices. We enjoyed a few cunt-flavoured kisses, then went our separate ways to seek out more fun.

As you can imagine, the twins were a huge hit. We weren’t sure when or even if they would come back to spend more time with the Mad Eleven, so everyone wanted to make sure they got some quality time with those adorable little redheads. Chrissie kept a close eye on them, but Lola and Lexi were in their element, having sex just like the rest of us were.

At one point there was a big pile of naked bodies entangled on the floor and sofas, tongues and fingers busy everywhere. I loved it when someone I couldn’t see was licking or fingering me. Occasionally I could work out who it was, especially if it was Mum, Lilly or Mia.

I had my clit licked over and over and was finger fucked like crazy, especially by the adults, I got kissed dozens of times, and at one point, Evie was eating my pussy while Lilly rimmed me. Of all the girls there, I was the youngest one in the room who liked being penetrated, and nearly everyone took advantage of that.

My bum got a lot of action, too. Emma loved slipping a finger in my arse whenever she had the chance to, but while we were all entangled in our massive orgy, it happened a few times, and I’m pretty sure it wasn’t always her. It was a bit naughty of me, but I slid a finger in Lilly’s bum, and she definitely liked it.

Kiki and Henri left the party at one point, then came back with a vast array of sex toys. Even the little ones were allowed to use them, long as they didn’t involve putting anything into their vaginas. Lilly and Evie were in another world as they used bullet vibrators on themselves.

For Lola and Lexi, though, it was a new and thrilling experience. The two five-year-olds squealed and giggled as they dared each other to touch this strange new plaything to their clits. It was lovely to watch them having fun learning about their beautiful little bodies and how they worked.

I was gently easing a small dildo into Mia – just for my own amusement, because she’d climaxed moments earlier. Nicole was working a vibrator inside me and stroking my bumhole. On the sofa, Lottie and Henri were tribbing and Kiki was licking each of the twins in turn. Mum and Lilly were on the carpet near the fireplace, fucking Celeste. I came hard while all this was going on and passed out for a minute or two. I didn’t know what kind of vibrator Nicole was using on me, but I definitely wanted one!

Around one in the morning, the little ones started to wind down. Bless them, all four had been very active that night, receiving as many orgasms as they’d given, so it was no surprise they were all knackered. The grownups picked the girls up and carried them to Kiki’s room, which had the most spacious bed. It was the cutest thing in the world to see all four of them tucked in together, happily dozing.

We chatted and fucked, ate more food, then fucked some more. By three o’clock, my eyes were getting heavy, my pussy was sore, my jaw ached and I was utterly drained. Being the birthday girl, I wasn’t left idle for more than a moment or two.

Finally, I crawled over to Mia and collapsed into her lap.

“Are you tired?” she asked.

“I’m wiped out,” I mumbled back.

She gave a huge yawn. “Mmmm. Me too.”

We snuggled up next to the fire. Henri draped a blanket over us, and seconds later my little lover and I were snoozing away.

It was the most wonderful birthday a young lesbian could ever have. The presents and meal were lovely, but the good company was what made such an incredible night. My Mad Eleven sisters and the rest of our friends went all out to make sure it was special, and they certainly succeeded.

That was what made our little club so amazing. It was about giving, not receiving. Not just sex, but kindness and friendship as well. The bonds we forged ran deep and would never be broken.

We were there for each other, no matter what.

The End

Authors Note:

We’ve come to the end of Sweet Poppy. It’s been an absolute joy to write, and even more so to see the wonderful reactions and lovely comments. Above all else, that is why I write – for you, our fantastic readers. So, from the bottom of my heart… Thank you for all your support.

I can’t remember exactly when I first reached out to Jetboy with a story idea, but it was probably over two (maybe three?) years ago. During that time I’ve learned a lot about who I am as an author, I’ve grown and developed skills that were lacking. This is in no small measure down to JetBoy and his patient and tireless efforts to make my story the best it can be (as he does with every story he works on). That’s the best praise I can heap upon him, to attribute some small measure of my improvement as a writer to his helping hand. Thank you, my friend, for all you’ve done.

Will there be a Part Two? Originally yes, there was one, but the process of writing and publishing Part One was so exhausting that I decided to leave it here. Having said that, I love these characters so much, and have come so far with them that I’ve begun to write Part Two after all, although it’s a long way from complete. Watch this space… I’m sure we’ll see more of our darling Sweet Poppy soon.

Thanks, everyone, you’re amazing!

Note from JetBoy: Juicy Secrets has been enlivened considerably over the last year by the contributions of two authors I like to refer to as The Sisters Kinky (being siblings in real life): namely, kinkychic and kinkys_sis. Between them, they have added six excellent works to our erotic library, including kinkychic’s recently concluded historical saga, “A Bordello in New Orleans.”

So it gives me enormous pleasure to unleash another sexy tale from our beloved sisters, this time writing as a team. It’s a tale of hard living on the high seas, filled with swashbuckling and sexual antics aplenty, and we hope it thrills you to bits. Read on, me hearties, read on…

 

by kinkys_sis and kinkychic

THE PRIZE

“Stupid boy!” Davy shouted at me. “Don’t spill no powder – ’less you be lookin’ to blow us all to ’ell!”

I smiled to myself. The captain was close by and Davy had to be seen to be doing his duty even though we were the best of mates. His bluster was a sham. “Yes, Bosun. Sorry, Bosun. I’ll be more careful.”

I ran on to the nearest cannon, which was ready and primed to fire, although the gun ports were still closed. The gun captain grinned at me. “Ready for a fight then, Bren?”

“Yes, sir. Do we fire on them now?”

He laughed. “Keen, is it? No, we don’t waste shot ’til we ’as to. They might strike their flag afore we needs to pound ’em.”

I looked over the gunwale and gulped when I saw the size of the ship we were attempting to take – a huge, three-masted merchantman, and well armed by the look of her. She flew Spanish colours, which meant she could be a gold ship. That would explain the risk our captain was taking.

“She’s got a lot of guns, Mr Oates.”

“We got more, but some of ’ers likely be bigger’n ours, so best keep yer ’ead down, boy.”

A look around told me that none of the crew were at all apprehensive, even faced with such a formidable foe. They were all itching for a fight.

The ships were converging, and it wouldn’t be long before broadsides could be exchanged. I estimated that she was about half a mile away.

“I want the sail handlers ready but kept hidden so the officers over yonder can’t see my intention,” the captain said. “As soon as the guns have fired, we will wear ship to come across her stern. The smoke’ll hide what we’re about. Pass the word – I want the fastest reload possible, and tell the gun captains to fire on her stern as soon as they bear.”

Half an hour later, the merchantman fired her big guns almost simultaneously with ours. He helped our ruse by doubling the amount of smoke.

I ducked low when I heard the whistle of balls flying overhead. I felt the wind on my cheek when a severed rope flew past my head. It would have killed anyone it hit, but we were all crouched low. Lucky for us, there was little other damage.

We had fired a few of the guns many times in practice, besides the occasional shot across the bows of another ship. I was used to the smoke and noise. But a broadside was something else again. The ship seemed to almost jump out of the water. My ears rang so much I was partly deafened. Far worse was the smoke and the stench of burnt gunpowder. My eyes stung and watered. I hurriedly rubbed them for fear someone might see, although I noticed others that were busy doing the same.

The captain had already given the order to wear ship. Like many brigs, the Siren was handy in a tight spot. In no time at all, or so it seemed, she was on the new heading and the first gun had fired – then the second and the third.

“Cease fire!” the captain roared.

We swept past with no further retaliation from our opponent. I’d seen that she had a stern chaser, but it remained silent. Perhaps we had hit it with one of our shots.

“She’s in irons, Captain,” someone shouted.

It was true. For some reason, she’d turned into the wind. Her sails were out of control and flapped wildly in the stiff breeze. The gun captain grinned at me. “We must have disabled her rudder. She’s got to strike now.”

Even as he spoke, I saw her flag coming down. “Reef all sails!” the captain ordered, “Grappling hooks ready!”

We were almost alongside. Now was the moment she could have fired her guns, despite having struck, but she didn’t. Her captain was apparently an honourable man. The hulls crashed together, hooks caught hold, and the boarding party were either swinging or climbing aboard our prize. With my heart in my mouth, I clambered over with the rest of them, sword in hand, though I dreaded the idea of actually using it.

The victors yelled furiously as they charged through the smoke. I would have thought that alone would have been enough to make the defenders lay down their arms. And indeed it was so. The token resistance was over in moments, though the captain made one last show of defiance.

“I must protest at being attacked and boarded,” he snapped. “Are we not allies?”

“You aren’t my ally. You’re just another fat Spanish pig,” our captain replied, prodding him in the chest with his sword. “And don’t you be getting uppity with me, or I’ll have my men string you high.”

The Spaniard looked like he might burst a vein, but he must have realised how grave his situation was, for he suddenly bowed and swept his hat low.

“My apologies, Captain, I am yours to command.”

Our captain laughed and very quickly we all followed. “Command, he says, lads. What shall I command him?” I was really quite surprised. I hadn’t seen this side of our captain before. Perhaps he was drunk with the prospect of gold.

We laughed even harder as the suggestions came – “Walk the plank!” “Give us a dance!” And quite a few more, some most unsavoury.

“Enough!” the captain said. “You, señor, may tell me where the gold is. I shall take it, and you may sail away. If I am obliged to search for it, you go down with your ship.” I knew our captain would never do such a thing, but the Spaniard did not.

For a few moments, he wrung his hands together, but then he saw sense. He had no choice. “The gold is in the centre hold, hidden in the brandy barrels.”

The captain turned to the first mate. “Take a party and check the hold. And if any of the barrels happen to have brandy in them, don’t let the men get at it.” He beckoned Davy. “Go check the captain’s cabin. I want his logbook and manifest and see if there’s a chest, maybe his own stash.”

Davy motioned for me to follow him below. The scream as he pushed open the door to the captain’s quarters made me jump. Davy waved his hands in what I suppose he thought was a placatory manner. But the woman screamed even louder.

“Put your hands down, Davy,” I said, pushing past him. “They’re enough to scare anyone.”

I approached the lady and gave her a small bow. As I straightened, I saw a small frightened face peer around her shoulder and guessed it belonged to her daughter. Now I would find out if my Spanish was any good. “Señora, we are not here to harm you. We only seek the captain’s books.”

She immediately calmed and pointed to a desk. A quick search and I had the log in hand. Upon opening it, I found the ship was bound from Cadiz. Two passengers were listed – Doña Isabella De Toledo and Marianna De Toledo. I knew that name. The woman’s husband was the governor of one of the Spanish territories. I couldn’t remember which, though I did recall his reputation as a cruel and ruthless man.

I glanced back at the pair of them. So, one was an important lady, that much was clear. I passed the log and other documents to Davy. “Take them to the captain, and tell him of the passengers. I’ll keep an eye on them.”

The doña was gazing at me intently, a puzzled look on her face. As soon as Davy closed the door, she spoke. “You are not what you seem. Only a woman could tell. You are a chica, no?”

I was terrified, but I could not allow her to think I was in any way in her power. “Señora, I must insist you keep that to yourself.”

She tossed her head. “And why should I? You are nothing to me.”

I’d already guessed what the captain would do. These two would be taken aboard the Siren and held for ransom. How they would be treated in the meantime was not difficult to imagine.

“Because, señora, I and the big man who just left will keep you safe from being … maltreated … by any of our crew.” I looked at her daughter, who had now stepped fully into view. Oh, she was pretty. “Especially Marianna there.” The girl blushed furiously at my words.

The doña considered. Then: “Very well. We shall do as you ask – for now, at least.”

At that moment, the captain entered. His eyes swept over our captives, and he gave a mock bow. “So, an important lady,” he said in English. “Captain LaFarge at your service, madam. However, I must trouble you to gather your things. You will be coming with us. You have one hour.”

The doña nodded slightly. She clearly understood.

He turned to me, “You will stay here. Lock the door behind me and allow no one in without my instruction. Oh, and search for any gold.” He turned and left.

It felt like a promotion – from deckhand to guard and prize hunter.

The doña walked over to me. “Can we trust you?”

“My captain trusts me and I’ve said I and Davy will look out for your safety. You have no choice but to trust me.”

She pulled out and opened a small valise, revealing a handful of gold coins. “It is all we have. May I keep it?”

“Hide it well among your clothes. I will not speak of it to anyone. Now you must select what you need to take with you.”

For the first time, she smiled – weakly, to be sure, but at least she no longer looked frightened. “What is your name, may I ask?”

“Bren, señora.”

She took my hand. “Then thank you, Bren. And yes, I do trust you.” She turned to her daughter,

“Ven Marianna. Decidamos lo que tomará.” I busied myself searching the cabin while they packed their few possessions.

The chest was behind a curtain, and so heavy I found it impossible to move. Naturally, it was locked, but a short search of the captain’s desk soon produced a likely looking key. As soon as I had raised the lid, I realised why I had failed to move it. The treasure was covered under a pile of books, some quite massive, and I had to cast many aside before I found the bag, which held more gold coin than I had ever seen – fifty guineas at least.

All the gold and silver from the Spaniard, including the cache I had found, were loaded onto our little brig. I had no idea of how much bullion was recovered from the barrels, but I knew, from the excited chatter among the crew, it must have been a fortune. Most likely, we were richer than we had ever dreamed of.

We also took a substantial amount of powder for the guns. We even slung over one of the Spaniard’s two twelve-pounders, together with the balls for it. Once the carpenter had it fitted, it would be a great boost to our firepower. Their captain had protested – Were we not satisfied with the gold? Would we also leave him defenceless? – but he was wasting his breath.

We cast off the merchantman, the crew raising a hearty cheer as it dropped astern, and set sail for Barbuda. The crew were no trouble to our hostages. They were too busy reckoning how rich they’d become, drinking their celebratory ration of rum, and speculating how they would spend the small fortune that each now possessed. A side issue for the captain would be how many of the crew he would lose. A good portion were sure to choose a different life now that they had money, although those that did leave could soon be replaced by eager volunteers. A successful marauder always attracted men without difficulty.

The captain moved into the first mate’s cabin while the carpenter erected a light wooden partition to divide his quarters. I was to stay there with the ladies, the reasoning being that, given my youth and apparent innocence, I would not be tempted to abuse them.

I ate my meals together with the mother and daughter. At first, I felt awkward. My ways were rough and ill-mannered compared with these two cultured ladies. Isabella sensed my discomfort and made a small effort to put me at my ease.

“Bren, we are not going to judge you for your lack of etiquette,” she said. “You seem to be a very kind and caring person – for a pirate. That is what matters to us.”

It was a pleasant time. The company of these two ladies soon proved to be far more congenial than toiling on deck, and we came to know one another well over the next few days. They told me that they came from an aristocratic family near Cadiz and were travelling to join Marianna’s father, whom they both despised. As for Marianna, she’d led a sheltered life, with a private tutor who gave her lessons at home. She was pampered, but lonely.

She was thirteen years of age, as was I, but while I was thin, boyish-looking, and calloused, she was the embodiment of youthful femininity, with an emerging shapeliness, thick black hair and dark, fathomless eyes that seemed to bore into me. Several times I wondered what she was trying to see in me. Why that intense gaze?

I suppose I had been on my way to being pretty, though certainly not beautiful, before Davy had hacked off my hair. But whereas life at sea had made me hard and sinewy, Marianna, who had been nurtured like a hothouse flower, was blossoming into a full-figured woman. I continually found myself staring at her.

She had been dressed quite modestly when they had first come aboard. But now, with no men allowed in, other than the captain’s cook, she was content to appear more deshabille, in loose, low-slung bodices that revealed the slopes of her young breasts. Of course, I stole glances at them whenever her face was turned. But I was not quite sure why. Was I jealous of their size? Was I fascinated by their shape, their firmness, the shadowy rift between them? Or was it something more? Perhaps living with men for a year and listening to their bawdy stories had got me thinking like them. It was all so very odd.

One evening, as we sat and chatted about our lives, and drank more wine than we ought to have done, the conversation turned towards more intimate, womanly topics. All that did was confuse me. I had lived as a boy for so long that I had no idea of how to respond. Yet there was something strange in my attitude toward Marianna. I was beginning to think how wonderful she was.

Isabella trundled off to her cot, and when we heard her snoring softly, sedated by the wine, Marianna got up, came around the table and sat beside me. I tensed when she put her hand over mine. We looked at one another in silence before she said, thoughtfully, “I see you looking at me. It pleases me. I’ve never been kissed by anyone other than my mother. She says you’re a girl, but you’re not like any girl I’ve known. You’re much more like a handsome boy, but I think you would be more gentle than a boy. Would you like to kiss me?”

My mouth turned to ashes. I could do nothing but clear my throat and reach for my glass of wine.  How could this well-bred girl be asking another girl to kiss her? It was unheard of.

Certainly, I liked her, and the look in her eyes seemed sincere enough, but how could I judge? I was as inexperienced as she. I had once kissed a boy on the streets of Charles Town, but that was all. I didn’t count the pox-ridden sailors who had groped me in the tavern where I used to work.

But if it makes her happy, I told myself, what harm could there be? Then, too, it might make her a more cooperative prisoner. But such thoughts were merely a cover. Suddenly, the truth hit me: I wanted to kiss her.

Marianna leaned closer, inviting me to bring my lips to hers. Her small fingers touched my cheek. “Por favor,” she said.

I wasn’t sure what to expect, but it certainly was not what happened when our lips met. I had never felt such softness, and yet such pressing need. Then her arms came around me, pulling me closer.

I wondered how well I could kiss her back, but I quickly found there was nothing to it. I drew her tighter as the kiss grew more insistent. My pulse raced and my breathing grew ragged. She took my hand and placed it on her breast – the first I’d ever touched, other than my own, which of course, withstood no comparison.

Uncertainly, I dipped my hand inside her bodice, cupping a firm half-globe. Her nipple was hard beneath my palm. I squeezed it between my fingers and was rewarded by her sigh. It was something of a shock to realise that I liked touching her. This new experience was undeniably eliciting some unfamiliar feelings in me.

She began to unfasten my shirt, and that alarmed me. No one aboard ship had ever seen my breasts, which in any case were small, even before they had been bound beneath the cloth that pressed them flat to my chest. She pushed my hand away when I tried to stop her, and her hand went inside. She found the cloth and pulled it down, exposing my little nubs to her touch.

Marianna knew exactly what she was about. She must have done this before, I thought. How could it be that she’d never been kissed? She teased my jiggling tits, stoking my growing need. I nearly jumped when she squeezed a nipple. She pulled her head back and smiled at me. “Do I please you?”

She didn’t wait for an answer, but merely ducked her head and took the nipple between her lips. I was lost to her, and to the strange new feelings that were surging through me. Pleasure, yes, but also a desperate sort of ache. I didn’t know what was happening. All I knew was that the sucking lips and the flicking tongue felt wonderful.

She unfastened my belt and shoved her hand down my breeches. I’d hated being groped there in my life as a girl, but now I held my breath, wondering what it would feel like. Her fingers traced the fleshy keel between my legs. She seemed to be examining me.

“So you are a girl,” she said, smiling wickedly. “And you are ready for me, so slippery and warm.” She didn’t take her eyes away from mine as she pushed a finger into me. It was divine. She saw the pleasure that must have shown on my face. “Yes, my Bren, let yourself go. Surrender to me, my pirate boy.”

A huge jolt hit me. My eyes bulged, and I was about to cry out when her hand hastily covered my mouth. Her smile grew even broader. “You have never been loved before. I can tell. I am your first, no?”

I nodded. I couldn’t talk anyway, as her hand still covered my mouth. “Then I will make you happy,” she said. “I want to give you pleasure.”

Her fingers went on rubbing my pussy. Something strange was happening to my body. My hips were jerking of their own accord. I felt the rising pressure, and I clutched her breast as my body tightened.

“Now, my boy who is a handsome girl, it is time.”

Her lips came back to mine and she kissed me hard, her fingers went faster in my breeches, and the spasms spread from the core between my legs. I started to shake, there was a small, warm gush from my insides, and I clung to her, soaring up to heaven.

She was kissing me all over my face, her fingers caressing my cheeks, and I smelled the pungent scent that I knew was me. She pressed a finger to my lips. “Taste, my love. That is the taste of a new you.”

It was then that we heard a rustle. Hastily Marianna drew back and took a glass in her hand. I rearranged my clothes just as the screen was moved.

“Sorry, Mama. Did we wake you?” Marianna asked her.

“No, I don’t think so. A noise on deck, I think.”

Her nostrils twitched, and was that a little smile I saw?

“Marianna, will you pour me some wine, please?”

Her eyes, however, were on me. “You seem to have grown breasts,” she said. “Or perhaps your bandage has slipped.”

With a shock, I realised that she knew. I clutched at my shirt, reflexively trying to hide my identity.

“Don’t bother,” Isabella said. “But it’s strange, isn’t it – a girl in a man’s world? Tell us, Bren, how did you become a pirate? And a boy?”

Slowly, the memory came back of where it had all begun – Port Royal, Jamaica. It was barely a year ago, yet it seemed an eternity. My life now was so utterly different.

I told them my story.

On to Chapter Two!

 

by Allison Collier

Julie Tyler, twenty-two years old, sat propped up in her bed with one leg hanging off the side, idly smoking a cigarette and reading a book on her phone. Julie was a stocky, fit young woman with a round, all-knowing face, a sharp-angled bob of jet-black hair with dark blue highlights, thick athletic thighs and big, fleshy tits. She sat on top of the covers in a tight white tank top and navy-blue lace panties. The window was open. It was a cool summer evening for a change, and already getting dark.

Someone knocked on her bedroom door – two soft knocks spaced far apart.

Julie placed her cigarette in the ashtray clip and let the hand with the phone fall gently onto the bed.

“Yes?”

The door, already slightly ajar, received a meek poke and drifted open into the room. Standing in the doorway was Julie’s nine-year-old sister Emily, a tallish kid with lanky arms and legs and long brown hair, dressed in Minecraft pajamas. She inched into the room a few timid, silly steps.

“What’s up, buttercup?” Julie said.

“Nothin’.”

“Back for more?” Julie said. She and Emily had spent some time earlier playing a video game in the den.

“Um, Mom is staying at Rick’s tonight…”

Julie shifted and crossed her legs on the bed. She raised her eyebrows and blinked, then picked up the cigarette from the ashtray and took a drag. Emily stuck out a barefoot and tapped the carpet in a few places with her toes. Her toenails were painted robin’s-egg blue.

“Uh-huh?” Julie said, exhaling a stream of smoke.

Emily tossed her hair back and cocked her head to one side, trying to balance on one foot with both arms out. “What’re you doin’?” she said.

Julie gave Emily a quizzical look, then took a deep breath. She loved this part. “Reading. Just, like, hangin’ out, buddy.”

“Are you busy and stuff?” Emily said. She put her foot down and allowed it to slide across the floor until her legs were spread far apart. Her hands went behind her back.

“Nah, why?” Julie narrowed her eyes. “Whatcha got goin’ on in that noggin, Em?”

Emily bit her lip, weighing a decision, then made up her mind.

“Can you, um, ya know, do the thing tonight?”

Julie looked her kid sister up and down. She took a last drag from her cigarette, then crushed it out in the ashtray. “Ohhh I don’t know-ww,” she said in a sing-song voice.

“Oh, no, that’s okay,” Emily said. She looked a little crestfallen.

Sooo sweet, Julie thought. She raised a hand to one side of her mouth and whispered, “I didn’t hear the magic word.”

Emily came right back to life, her face and limbs bristling with renewed energy. She clasped her hands as if in prayer, holding them to her chin, and her eyes became humongous pools of brown. “Please!?”

Julie waited a beat while she stared into her sister’s begging face, then smacked the tops of her own pale thighs, ready to get to work. “Sure,” she said. ”Dry or slippery?”

“Slippery,” Emily said, hopping up and down in place.

“Get the stuff. It’s back in the closet.”

Emily ripped open the closet door and fell down hard on her bony knees, gathering up what she needed in her noodle-thin arms. Julie stood up and stretched.

The nine-year-old stood up and closed the closet door with her pint-sized butt, her tongue hanging out of her mouth. In her arms, she held ‘the stuff:’ a massive towel that fit almost completely over the bed, a squat jar filled with clear liquid, and a few other items they likely wouldn’t get to that night.

She dropped it all at the foot of Julie’s bed, then began to spread the towel methodically over the mattress. Julie watched her do it with the hint of a smirk, then went around the room to close the bedroom door and shut the window, bringing the shades down and drawing them. When Emily had finished arranging the towel, she stood still and locked eyes with her sister across the bed. Julie addressed her matter-of-factly.

“Okay. So.”

Emily’s face was bright and alert. Excited. Waiting. Julie continued.

“Why… don’t we tell anyone about this?”

“’Cause sisters have secrets, and if you break the secrets you can’t be sisters anymore.”

“Right. And why do we do it?” Julie raised her head high and looked down at Emily, waiting to approve of her answer.

“Because relaxing is better when you do it together, and we need to relax.”

“And?”

“And ‘cause it feels really, really good, and — ”

They both finished the sentence together: “ — there’s nothing wrong with that.”

They shook their heads in agreement with that statement. Julie crossed her arms in thought. Emily did the same.

“Is there a single, solitary bad part on a girl’s body?” Julie asked.

Emily shook her head furiously before the question was even finished. “Absolutely not.”

“A dirty part? A part you should feel bad about?”

“Nope.”

Julie nodded, holding Emily’s stare. She let the moment linger a bit too long, making Emily wait like a dog expecting a treat. Suddenly, she flicked a thumb toward the ceiling and made a loud wshhht sound.

That was the signal. Emily’s head dropped as she hurriedly unbuttoned her pajama top and let it slide off her arms. Then she dropped the bottoms to the floor and playfully kicked them away. She wasn’t wearing panties.

Horny little twerp, Julie thought with a chuckle.

Julie circled around the bed, beholding the nine-year-old’s petite, naked body. It was the indescribable thrill of a lifetime, every single time.

Emily had been the tallest girl in her third-grade class that past year, but she showed no other signs of becoming a young woman. Not even close. She was still a string bean with skin just a shade darker than her older sister’s. Her chest was flat, her arms had no muscle, her hips were sharp and her legs were long and lean. Her prepubescent pussy was hardly anything at all, like a half-forgotten anatomical detail on an oversize doll. Julie had noticed that its lips were becoming slightly thicker, which caused her to sigh with nostalgia for the old days of just under a year ago.

“Can I turn on our lights?” Emily said.

“Hold on. Lemme get a good look ‘atcha.”

Julie whirled an index finger in a spiral. Emily obediently tippy-toed around in a slow spin. Her butt had gained an ounce or two of plumpness that summer, but it was still a child’s pert, scrumptious ass. When she came all the way back around, Julie kept her eyes fixed on Emily’s mesmerizing lower half while she pulled off her own clothes. Just like clockwork, when her milky tits flopped down out of her shirt — not without a dash of dramatic embellishment — Emily’s eyes went wide in a hazy dream.

Julie stepped daintily out of her panties and inspected herself. Her pubic hair was trimmed to a thin black line, hardly anything at all. She sashayed a little as she took a few steps, putting her curvy feminine wonders on display for the slender little girl who gazed at her in open-mouthed, hypnotized awe.

As Julie approached, Emily hooked her hair back behind her elfin ears and smiled warmly at her big sister, her role model, her idol. Reaching out to clasp hands, they looked into each other’s eyes.

“Ready?” Julie whispered.

“Yep,” Emily said in a small voice.

What happened next was a kind of rehearsed call and response that Julie had made up. Emily spoke first and Julie spoke second. It went like this:

Emily   /   Julie

“I love you”   /   “And I love you”

“Sisters do”   /   “What sisters do”

“You do my thing”   /   “Every time”

“And if I want to”   /   “You do mine”

When it finished, they hugged tightly, rocking from side to side. Julie kissed the top of her kid sister’s head while they embraced, her bare tits mashed against Emily’s upper chest and neck. She closed her eyes and caressed her sister’s impossibly soft back, letting the intoxicating girly scent of Emily’s shampooed hair fill her head.

After a few moments they pulled away and held hands again, staring deep into each other’s souls.

“I love you so much,” Julie said. “Sooo much.”

“I love you, too,” Emily said. She closed her eyes and imitated Julie. “Sooo much.”

Emily’s brilliant eyes reappeared. Her face was an ear-to-ear smile. The kid was going to pop if they didn’t get started soon.

“Go ahead,” Julie said, and she nodded toward the lamp.

Emily dashed around to the other side of the bed and crouched down on one knee. On the floor was a power strip. She flicked its switch, and strands of off-white Christmas lights blinked on around the room. Then, shooting up from the floor, she turned off the lamp on the nightstand, and Julie’s bedroom became an enchanting, magical fairyland aglow in all the pinpoints of light, like their own private fort.

It was darker now, but cozy — and very comforting.

“C’mere,” Julie said.

She opened the jar and placed it on the desk that stood along one side of the room. Emily came back around to stand before her and raised her arms. Julie dunked both hands into the full jar, one after the other, and brought them out dripping with coconut oil. Then she plunked them on Emily’s chest and slid them around, getting her sister’s body good and oily.

Cherishing the moment, Julie made sure to take her time. She moved her hands over Emily’s shoulders and arms and down her long, slender back. When that was finished, she crouched down and coated Emily’s lower half, rubbing the oil into her stomach and hips, then up and down each wiry leg. When she stood up to get more oil, Emily let her hands slide casually down over Julie’s tits.

Can’t wait, huh? Julie thought. My naughty little sister. Gonna be a slut just like your big sis.

“Do you think I’ll have big boobies?” Emily asked.

Julie got more oil from the jar and knelt down to finish Emily’s legs.

“I think so,” Julie said, almost done with Emily’s thighs. “Me and mom have ‘em. Ready?”

“Mm-hmm,” Emily said.

Julie looked up at her, then slathered coconut oil all over Emily’s pussy and butt. Just routine stuff. Emily lurched to the side at the sudden sensory overload, then righted herself.

“You okay?” Julie said. She stood up and wiped both hands on her sides.

Emily nodded.

“Too much?”

Emily shook her head.

“Okay, now me. Help or watch? You watched last time.”

“Help,” Emily said, nodding enthusiastically.

They took turns dipping their hands into the jar and began oiling Julie’s body together. Emily got down on her knees and did Julie’s lower legs, and Julie got to work coating most of her upper body. She left her tits alone, and when Emily stood up, having completed her task down below, Julie jiggled them a bit for effect. “Keep goin’,” she said.

Emily licked her lips and got more oil. She raised her hands like a cat about to pounce, then cupped them over Julie’s breasts. Emily was in heaven. She squeezed and massaged her sister’s tits for much longer than it took to properly oil them. Julie watched for a moment, then shut her eyes, enjoying the sensation of the child’s silky fingers.

“Music?” Julie said.

“’Kay,” Emily said in a croak.

Emily begrudgingly took her hands away, then Julie spun around to retrieve her phone. As she connected it to the Bluetooth speaker on the desk, she felt two small hands clutch her ass, massaging and bouncing the cheeks. “Hold on, hold on,” Julie said, laughing.

She selected one of the Spotify playlists she liked to use for their special times together, then pressed play.

Low, dulcet beats of calming electronic music pulsed through the speakers, the kind you might hear at an upscale spa or massage parlor. She turned the volume down a notch, then set her phone on the desk and turned back around.

Emily stood still, waiting. Glistening. Ready to play.

They drifted together in a loving embrace as the low ambient music surrounded them. At full height, Emily came almost up to Julie’s collarbone. Their lower bodies pressed together, slipping and sliding over the slick coats of oil, and they let their hands and arms glide over each other’s wet skin.

“I love you more than anything in the world,” Julie said, her voice soothing and low. She reached up and smoothed some hair away from Emily’s angelic face, then slid a hand down her bare back. “I would do anything for you. I would die for you. There is nothing as close as sisters.”

“Nothing,” Emily said. Another rehearsed part of their private ritual.

Emily’s chin grazed one of Julie’s nipples. They swayed leisurely from side to side, in unison with the music.

“We’re gonna be naughty,” Julie said.

“Yep.”

“What kind of naughty?”

“Sister-naughty,” Emily said, and she smiled a dazzling, mischievous smile.

“Hey.”

“Good-naughty,” Emily said, correcting herself but unable to suppress a giggle.

“And what does good-naughty mean?”

“It means you’re… kinda being bad, but you like it. You really like it.”

Julie smiled approvingly and nodded. She waited a moment, then continued.

“What does bad-naughty mean?”

“It means you’re scared and you want to escape.”

“Good,” Julie said.

A long, comfortable silence passed as they looked into each other’s sparkling eyes.

“Cannn I kiss you?” Julie said. It sounded less like a question and more like Heeere we go.

“Yeh,” Emily said with a puff of breath, just a ghost of a whisper if it was even a word.

Emily turned her face up, her eyes jammed shut and her lips open expectantly. Julie smiled wide, then closed her own eyes and bent down. Their lips met.

From Julie’s diary entry, dated May 12th (about three months prior): 

Dear Diary,

Making out with a little girl is like nothing else ever. Emily doesn’t know what to do with any part of her body while we’re kissing, and we’ve been kissing since before Valentine’s Day. It takes my breath away. Her body sort of tenses up, her hands lose their grip, and her tongue just kind of goes all over the place. Her teeth and tongue are so small, and her breath is hot and sweet. She’s getting better at responding to my lips with hers, but I think that takes all of her puny brain to do and everything else gets kind of forgotten. She makes these faint animal-ish yummy noises and she tries to stand up on her toes if we’re standing. My heart.

They stood there kissing for a while, their bodies pressed together. Growing impatient for more, Emily began to instinctively hump Julie’s leg. Julie stroked Emily’s back and butt while they kissed, and as they began to rock again, she cupped her hands beneath Emily’s haunches and raised her up. Emily wrapped both legs around her sister’s waist as Julie sat back onto the bed.

The girls continued to squish their oiled bodies together as Emily straddled Julie’s lap. Julie’s hands roamed over her sister’s back, shoulders and arms as Emily wiggled around, pressing herself against Julie’s slippery tits.

Julie gently broke away from their kiss. Her eyes still closed, Emily placed her hands on Julie’s chest.

“I’m gonna put a finger on your butthole, okay?” Julie said. “Just on the outside.”

“Uh-huh,” Emily said.

“And… why am I gonna do that?” Julie said.

“Cause it’s… my favorite.”

Julie was unable to contain a devious smirk. “Stick out your tongue, Em.”

Julie slid her fingers into Emily’s buttcrack. Emily stuck her tongue way out, and Julie began swirling her own tongue around with it. One of her fingers found Emily’s tiny oiled asshole and began circling the tight, velvety rim. It flexed with a squishy wink.

Emily’s nine-year-old asshole was, in fact, how they’d gotten started down this particular road in the first place, though that had actually been when Emily was almost nine. Playing with it and hearing the sounds Emily made when it was stimulated had become Julie’s obsession.

The little girl whimpered into her big sister’s mouth. If Julie wasn’t as wet as a lake already, she was now.

“Oopth,” Emily said. She retracted her tongue and swallowed. “I drooled on accident. Sorry.”

“Well we’re wet anyway, ya goof.”

“Heh, yeah.”

They hugged tightly, their heads resting on each other’s shoulders. Emily let her hands drift down Julie’s sides, stroking them tenderly but absentmindedly. Julie brought that very special finger up to her nose and sniffed. All she could smell was coconut oil.

Good fucking girl, she thought. She’s cleaning up before she even asks now.

“Can I play with your you-know-whats?” Emily said.

Julie broke out of their hug and held Emily before her at arm’s length like a kid who’d just landed herself in trouble.

“My whatty-whats?”

No response.

“What are they called, dude?” Julie said.

Emily gave a shit-eating half-grin and nodded towards Julie’s chest. “Those right there, those things.”

Julie yanked her close and, trying not to giggle, attempted to speak fake-tough through clenched teeth.

“What. Are. They. Called?”

Emily was about to burst out laughing, but instead she did something else. Suddenly, she lunged out and licked Julie’s lips and nose.

“You little shrimp!” Julie cried.

She tossed Emily off of her and onto the bed. Emily erupted into uncontrollable hysterics. Julie got on all fours above her sister and began to lick her slender, oiled body in random places. Emily wiggled and jerked around, laughing and almost unable to breathe.

From whatever unintentional Pavlovian conditioning they had put themselves through, Emily’s wondrous child laughter drove Julie into a primal sexual frenzy. They rolled around for a few minutes, but Julie couldn’t hold back any longer. It was time.

“All right,” Julie said, trying to catch her breath. “Are you still feeling good-naughty?”

“Yeah,” Emily said, still laughing. It rapidly died off as Julie held still and Emily realized what was coming. They had kissed and hugged, so now it was time to move on.

“Your turn, Em,” Julie said. “You say it.”

Emily sucked her lips into her mouth, smoothed her hands on her sides and bounced a little, hyping herself up to say the words. She popped her lips back out and swallowed.

“We’re gonna have sex now,” she said.

Wet warmth bloomed in Julie’s pussy. Her mouth went dry. She couldn’t decide which was hotter: getting her to say it, or getting her to do it.

“Right,” Julie said. “And soon I’ll do the thing.”

Julie was now propped on her elbow next to Emily, her tits hanging down to one side. Emily cupped them and squeezed them, massaging them and playing with their heft as Julie ran her free hand over Emily’s oiled skin. She had decided to start slowly.

Emily played with Julie’s tits for a minute or two, then slowly stretched her arms over her head. She very much looked forward to this part, especially when she was covered in oil.

The adult took control. Julie rolled Emily onto her side so they were spooning, and she began to run her hands and legs more fervently all over the girl’s dainty body, grinding her pubic mound against Emily’s ass. She licked her sister’s neck, only this time neither girl laughed. Emily calmly closed her eyes, allowing herself to be bathed in nice, perverse affection.

Julie, a full-figured twenty-two-year-old woman with a college degree, made love to her nine-year-old sister. She had sex with a child. It was taboo. It was forbidden. It was wrong. It was obscene.

It was divine.

The music thrummed along and the Christmas lights twinkled in the inviting glow. Julie kissed her little sister everywhere, from her face to her toes and almost every place in between. She turned Emily’s body over and around to get what she wanted. She licked. She sucked. She groped. She savored every luscious inch. She slid her oiled hands down Emily’s skinny arms and legs, listening to the secret child-sounds she made that no one else on Earth would ever know.

Julie had worked very hard for very long to be able to do what she was doing. After so many months of biding her time, after so many nights taking baby steps in the right direction, Julie had gotten Emily comfortable enough to allow her to gorge, and she absolutely could not get enough.

A gluttonous mania briefly engulfed her. She sloppily indulged her senses in the sumptuous girl, giving entirely new meaning to the phrase adults often say to young children: I could eat you all up.

For Emily, it was all part of some magnificent show starring her own body, where every part of her got showered with attention. She hadn’t felt ‘bad-naughty’ about what she and her sister were doing for a long time. She knew Julie truly loved her and wanted to give her this thing that no one else possibly could. Emily gave something like it to herself sometimes, but that wasn’t nearly as good.

Julie rolled the little girl on top of her so they were face to face, and Emily began to mindlessly hump Julie’s left thigh. Their mouths came together for a tender moment, then Emily sat up as if in some kind of sleepy trance. Her eyes were half shut and her mouth hung open. Her hands played lazily with Julie’s tits while Julie held her up by her armpits and watched, trying to etch the image into her memory so she would never, ever forget.

Emily drooled again, a thick goopy line coasting down and landing on her own tight stomach. Julie caught some with her hand and brought it to her mouth. Emily didn’t notice — what was left of her attention was focused on Julie’s chest. Her brown hair hung all around her face as her head tilted forward. She looked like a preteen sexual automaton, gyrating and rocking back and forth.

Julie jammed one hand down to her own pussy to masturbate, then stopped herself.

It was nearly time to do the thing.

“Okay, Em, come on,” Julie said, trying to catch her breath. She shifted Emily off her leg so the automaton was on her hands and knees on the bed, then crawled around behind her. “Em-girl. Em. You still with me?”

“Yup,” Emily said. She shook her head like a dog shaking off water, then looked back at Julie, who was positioned behind her butt.

“I’m gonna try something I haven’t done before, okay?” Julie said, attempting to make it sound as safe and normal as possible.

“Okay,” Emily said.

“You know how… when I do the thing with my tongue on your puss?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m gonna do that on your butthole. I think you’ll totally like it. Wanna try?”

Emily looked down at her hands and pondered. She seemed confused. Julie let her deal with it for a moment. Then Emily glanced back toward Julie, but didn’t make eye contact.

“Isn’t that, like…“ she said, trailing off. “But, um…”

“I promise it’s really, really great.”

Emily thought some more. “Are you sure that’s… okay?”

“Totes sure,” Julie said. She spoke with infinite patience and caring.

“What if it’s… um… bad-naughty, though?”

“Then I’ll stop.”

From Julie’s vantage point behind Emily’s upright ass, she could see everything. Emily squeezed her asshole shut, then relaxed it.

“Do you like it?” Emily said.

“You mean when I do it, or when someone does it to me?”

“Um, when someone else does it.”

“I love love love it!”

That did it. Emily seemed to instantly recharge. She braced herself and waited for Julie to engage.

“And can we do the upside down thing after that?” Emily said. She meant sixty-nining.

“Is that how you wanna do the thing tonight?”

“Yeah, it’s so super fun.”

“Well okay then.”

Julie had waited a long time to try this on her little sister. She had learned a lot about Emily in the past nine months. She had learned that of all the boundaries she’d carefully attempted to push past, playing with Emily’s asshole was the trickiest, even though that had been where it all started. She was determined to gain more access to it. For Julie, it was the final treasure. Emily’s hymen could wait.

Well, here you go, Jay-girl, Julie told herself. Congratulations! You get to eat a little kid’s ass.

Emily glanced back. Her big sister knelt behind her with her head bent down below Emily’s waist and butt. Emily’s eyes grew wide, then she turned away.

Julie dove in. She held Emily’s bony waist and gave her perfect pink asshole one quick lick. Then, she listened.

Emily was silent. Motionless.

Julie licked again, then swirled her tongue around the soft rim. Emily’s asshole was wet and clean. Julie wanted a few more magical seconds with it before checking to see if her sister wanted to stop. She pushed inside with the tip of her tongue, but Emily’s puckered sphincter was closed for business.

Juilie pulled back, keeping her hands planted on Emily’s waist. “What do you think?” she said.

Emily’s eyes were closed, and her brow was furrowed. “Um, I think it’s nice,” she said, almost whispering. “Like when you do it to the other place – err, I mean, to my puss.”

To Julie, it sounded like there was a ‘but’ coming.

“Yeah? Want me to do it some more?”

“How do I… ya know… tell if it feels bad-naughty again?”

Julie swallowed. This was a delicate moment, and she really, really wanted to keep going. She crept up and knelt next to her beloved sister. Emily responded by pushing her knees back and lying on her stomach with her feet in the air. She turned to look up, and Julie spoke reassuring words.

“If you want me to stop, if you’re scared, if you feel really bad like a bad guy, any reason at all,” Julie said. “If you don’t like it, I don’t do it. That’s forever.”

Emily propped herself up on her elbows and looked around the room, deliberating. Julie stroked her beautiful slender back with a few fingers and let her think.

“Do you remember the first time I licked your puss?” Julie said.

“I know. I thought it was gonna be bad-naughty.”

“Yup, and now you know it’s totes not.”

The music continued to pulse gracefully. Julie shifted slightly and lengthened her strokes on Emily’s back.

“Nowadays,” Julie said, “you know — like you told me one time — you even get excited when you think about it at school. When you’re in the bathroom.”

Suddenly, Emily’s expression brightened. “Oh, can I tell you about a TikTok thing from today?” she said.

“Yeah! What happened?”

Julie settled in, eager to hear the story. She knew from experience that this was good news. Emily was probably just trying to get the courage to say she wanted Julie to go on eating her asshole, but it felt weird at the moment and she had to distract herself with something unrelated before she came back to it. It had happened most recently a few weeks before, when Julie had gotten her to try on some mini-fishnet stockings she’d ordered online. Emily had ended up loving how it felt to wear them, but did the same thing before she came out and said so: started talking about something else.

Emily rolled onto her back and burst into an animated story that involved some of her friends from school. It was altogether adorable and childish, and it made Julie soaking wet.

When Emily was done, she climbed back onto her hands and knees on the bed and stretched like a cat.

“Okay,” she said.

“Okay what?” Julie said.

“I’m ready for… ya know, what you… said, err, I mean… what you were, uh, doing.”

Julie didn’t risk asking any more questions. The moment had come for her to eat nine-year-old ass, and she had brought a ravenous appetite. She promptly guided Emily’s ass back to her mouth and began to feed like a hungry animal: wet and smacky.

Emily moaned a real, honest-to-goodness moan of pleasure. It gave Julie goosebumps. Her sister had only ever moaned like that a few times in their nine months of doing what they’d been doing. Julie kept her tongue square on Emily’s clenched, satiny hole and tried to wriggle it inside. Emily pressed back against it, and then, for just a split second, her asshole instinctively relaxed.

The very tip of Julie’s tongue slipped into the nine-year-old’s tight anal cavity, finding a paradise of soft, warm flesh. She tried to push harder. It took all of her tongue’s reserve energy.

Then Emily began to gently bounce.

Jesus Christ, Julie thought. She wants more!

By this point in their relationship, Julie had successfully inserted her index finger into Emily’s asshole up to the first knuckle, but she’d done it only once, stopping immediately when she sensed that Emily did not want it. And yet she knew for a fact — had known since November 18th of the previous year — that her angelic sister, Emily Susan Tyler, had been secretly exploring her own butt big time.

It certainly seemed to be Emily’s most private body place. Until now. Another sacred boundary was melting away. It was finally happening.

Julie’s tongue pushed and prodded, and Emily’s supple wet butt cheeks danced on her face. It was one of those times when Julie wished she could break the promise she’d made to herself: that she would never, ever film what they did together. She wished she could see what this looked like from another point of view.

Emily began to grunt with each bounce, and the bounces got heavier and harder. She was essentially fucking Julie’s fat tongue with her ass. The grunts came huffing deeply out of her throat, and it didn’t seem she was even aware of doing it.

Julie pressed her tongue into her kid sister’s asshole with all the energy she could summon, but she was gradually losing strength. She could just imagine what Emily looked like up there: eyes jammed shut, mouth wide open, hair swinging back and forth with each thrust.

After what felt to Julie like a very long time, her tongue just died like a slug at the end of its sluggy life. Her neck hurt and her arms were giving out. She often sacrificed body and soul for these sisterly sessions. She had to — she just didn’t know when they might abruptly cease for good.

Julie drew back from Emily’s ass, and she took in the view: Emily hadn’t caught up yet. She was still rocking on an imaginary tongue, looking just as Julie had imagined her. A dollop of drool spilled from Emily’s slack mouth onto the towel. Julie sat up and enjoyed the show for five or six glorious seconds.

This was something that Dr. Julie, Amateur Child Psychologist, had discovered about kids in the midst of her new relationship with Emily. It seemed that when children got involved in something sexual with a highly trusted other person that felt very, very good, they mentally disappeared into a kind of foggy animal state. On one occasion, Emily had peed a little while Julie had been playing with her microscopic candy clit, and it hadn’t seemed like Emily had even noticed. It was like some variation on sleepwalking. Julie guessed that the broad field of child psychology knew nothing about this state, probably because no child psychologist in history had ever taken the time to very gradually, comfortably, lovingly sexualize a nine-year-old child the way she had.

She thought of herself as a pioneer, the explorer of a frontier that just might have never been crossed before in human history. Through sheer luck, meticulous consideration, tireless patience, and a dash of creativity, she had come into possession of knowledge she could never share with anyone, except perhaps under a pen name on some little-known child erotica site on the Web, disguised as a work of fiction. What she had in her sacred possession, however fleeting it might turn out to be, was the rarest, most decadent, most unattainable delicacy known to all human existence: sublime sexual access to a willing, innocent, beautiful and charming child.

An exhausted Emily flopped down on the bed, and Julie stretched her jaw a few times. The music still played, pulsing soothingly in hushed tones. Julie moved into position upside down next to Emily, tipped the little girl over to face her, lifted one of Emily’s legs, and began to lick her smooth, nondescript preteen slit.

Julie preferred to have sex with her sister without oil. She liked to taste and smell the delicious little girl, especially if she had just come flying into the house, dirty and sweaty from playing outside. Emily loved the feeling of the oil on her skin, though, and they hardly ever did anything sexual without it.

Emily’s body tensed as it always did when Julie ate her pussy. Then Julie felt a weak hand try to lift one of her own legs. She cocked that leg up, and Emily moved in to lick, her pointy, tiny tongue flicking haphazardly across Julie’s labia. Julie had tried to teach Emily to focus on certain parts, but they weren’t quite there yet.

She brought Emily’s long, slender upright leg down until it rested against Julie’s ear, framing her face between the younger girl’s soft inner thighs. She found Emily’s hidden clit and tenderly moved it up and down with the tip of her tongue, then began lapping at her entire pussy. It didn’t last long. Julie just couldn’t get her tongue and jaw to stop screaming with soreness.

“Em, I gotta take a rest, kid,” she said.

“Okay,” Emily said from down between her legs.

Julie took a deep breath and rolled onto her back. “I’m still gonna do the thing, don’t worry.”

“I know,” Emily said. “I’m already getting really twirly.”

Uhhh I’m sorry, Julie thought. What was that little chestnut?

“Sorry, Em, what’s up? You’re really what?”

“Um, like, just how it feels,” she said.

Julie sat up and rearranged herself so she was on her side. Emily, still on her back, rested both hands on her stomach like an otter and looked up at her sister, whose head now loomed over hers.

“But… what did you call it?”

“Twirly…” she said, suspicious of Julie’s curiosity.

“Did you get that from somewhere? That word.”

“No.”

“Oh,” Julie said. This was a special thing. A special, precious gift. “Well, what does it mean, dude?”

“Like, cause the thing almost happened. It… me and my puss and stuff… got all twirly, like I was gonna… come, and stuff.”

“Oh my fucking God, little girl,” Julie whispered. She said it to herself, under her breath, but Emily heard it anyway.

It appeared that Emily had coined her own little word for being close to orgasm. In the aftermath of this discovery, Julie felt compelled to bring her to climax immediately. She scooped her gorgeous young sister into her arms from behind and lifted her up so their legs were sprawled over the towel and their shoulders rested on the pillows, spooning.

Emily knew the time had come. She let herself get picked up. Her big sister was strong.

Julie slipped her right arm under Emily’s, bringing her closer, then with her left reached down past the little girl’s tummy. Two fingers found Emily’s pubic mound and sank into the soft slit. Emily looked down and watched her do it, then pressed her back against Julie’s tits and reached around Julie’s neck to grip the pillow in anticipation of the approaching ride.

Emily lifted her head slightly, gazing into Julie’s eyes. Their lips brushed together, and Emily was helpless. Julie played her body with the singular devoted fire of a virtuoso. Her woman’s curves moved in sultry rhythm against Emily’s scrawny frame. Her full lips devoured Emily’s small child lips. Her thick tongue snaked inside Emily’s small child mouth. Her experienced hands did things to Emily a child’s hands never could.

Everything intensified. Emily’s body grew rigid as a washboard, and her thin legs bowed out and stiffened. Their lips separated. Julie carefully rolled onto her back so Emily was mostly on top, her butt resting on Julie’s pussy. She masturbated her little sister with care and skill — gently at first, but with increasing ferocity, faster and harder than she had ever done it before. A fleshy, percussive sound rose into the hum of the soft music. The girl in her arms was her object, her toy, and she used the toy to her liking.

It didn’t take long for Julie to finally do the thing.

The rigid, trembling little girl reached the border of her orgasm and bucked her hips into the air towards the dim ceiling of their cozy sister sex chamber. Julie held Emily up by her clenched ass, grasping her tightly as she went on vigorously fingering her clitty.

The lustrous shine of the Christmas lights on Emily’s glossy skin cascaded down her lithe, thin torso and appendages as she strained outward as if being electrocuted. Her back arched and her hands tightened into white-knuckled fists. Her right eye squinted closed and her left eye rolled back into her head. Her pretty mouth contorted into a twisted shape she had no control over.

Julie applied the final touch. With Emily’s raised arm still gripping the pillow, Julie lifted her a little more so she had full access to her hairless armpit. As she fingered her sister’s quivering pussy, she placed her tongue on Emily’s underarm and began giving it great big licks. The reaction was instantaneous and explosive.

Emily came.

She yelped once, twice, then began to convulse. Her delicate frame was not built to withstand the superheated orgasm Julie had taught it to have. This wasn’t some kind of nice-feeling joyride a little girl would take all by her lonesome, humping her pillows and plush toys in the middle of the secret night. This was an overwhelming eruption of numbing, rattling ecstasy.

Emily breathed hard and loud over the music — huhhh, huhhh, huhhh. She fought to keep her flailing legs and feet from slipping on the mattress as her taut body was wracked with wave after wave of devastating pleasure. Julie refused to relent, keeping the pressure on and the speed up. Her wrist felt like it would break from the frantic effort.

The orgasming toy began to collapse from exhaustion, her stomach shuddering and her chest heaving violently, and Julie knew it was time to let go. This was her greatest performance yet, and she didn’t want it to end, but she also didn’t want to do any lasting damage.

She knew from experience that the second she stopped and let Emily slide down onto the bed, her sister would have already passed out, her sexually shorted-out nervous system awash in fuzzy, sleepy bliss.

Julie kissed her sweet sister on her sweaty cheek, then released her fingers and shifted the spent girl’s body onto the mattress.

Emily was gone.

Cords of muscle along Emily’s legs flexed and relaxed, then her body simply quit. She slumped on the bed like a sack of sand and slept.

Julie knew she had maybe eight minutes. It was her turn.

She reached over to the nightstand and grabbed her gear with one hand. She deftly pushed the pink plug into her asshole with a hushed grunt — it didn’t need any lube, not with Julie’s trained hole fully oiled. With her other hand, she activated the small oval-shaped vibrator, one she had found in online reviews to be particularly quiet.

Julie crept on her knees down to Emily’s open legs, pushed one of them out farther, then scooted up between them. She bent over with her plump ass in the air, pressed the vibrator into her swollen clit, grabbed one of her tits with the other hand and pressed her chin down onto the bed, just inches away from Emily’s immaculate child goodies.

She mashed the sex toy into her pussy, taking in the sight of her little sister’s succulent miniature parts. With a desperate sigh, she gently pressed her lips and nose and chin into Emily’s cunny as she brought herself to a searing, blinding climax. It took all of her remaining willpower not to cry out at the whole-body surge. She flicked the vibrator away onto the floor and diddled her clit quickly and expertly with her slippery fingers, riding it as long as she could. After several toe-curling spasms, a few remaining jolts of hot orgasm flashed through her thick legs and strong arms, and she was done.

She plopped down flat on the bed, her nose mere centimeters from Emily’s creamy slit. A merciful blackness enshrouded her mind, and for a brief moment, she napped. Heaven.

“Jule?”

As always, Emily woke up just minutes after her orgasm coma set in, and she sprang up, swinging her legs off the bed. She stood up with her hands on her hips, ready to jump around. Ready to run a marathon. Ready to climb onto the roof of the house and do a few dance numbers. It was another unique phenomenon of the frontier.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m comin’,” Julie said.

Emily bounded from the room, bursting with newfound vibrancy. Julie slunk off the comfy, enticing bed and fumbled around getting dressed. She was still covered in a semi-absorbed layer of oil, but felt too tired to clean it off.

When she’d tugged some jean shorts halfway up her legs, Emily came pounding back into the room dressed in sweatpants, a hooded sweatshirt and sneakers.

“Ready yet?” Emily said.

Julie, her disheveled hair hanging down as she attempted the impossible — getting her feet into a pair of Vans slip-ons — looked up into her crazy kid sister’s bright face and smiled.

“Gettin’ there,” she said.

The big sister and the little sister did what they normally did after one of their special times together, especially when they were home alone. They shot out of the house with the moon and the stars above them and walked three short blocks to the playground in a nearby park. It was hard for Julie to get moving, but she always found the strength to make the trip. She knew that Emily had a lot of energy to burn after orgasms.

While they walked, they held hands, swinging them and talking. Emily chattered about some YouTube channel, and Julie checked her phone — there were no new text messages.

This was pretty normal — Julie didn’t have much of a social life anymore. Her whole existence revolved around working, then hanging around in case Emily came looking for sex. She kept herself busy in the meantime, but didn’t mind the isolation at all.

Julie understood that you only have so much time with kids. Before you knew it, they were all grown up.

When they got to the playground it was deserted, as it usually was at that time of night. The only light came from the surrounding streetlamps, which sent an ethereal yellow radiance through the big, bushy trees.

Emily gazed off into the distance. The breeze lifted a few strands of hair from her ear.

“Jule, can, um…”

“Yeah? What’s up, buttercup?” She put her phone into her pocket and looked longingly at her sister.

“Can you, like, be my… girlfriend?”

It was the first time Emily had ever asked anything like it, but Julie didn’t flinch. She had the answer in a nanosecond.

“Em, I’m your sister. I’ll always be your girlfriend. No matter what.”

Emily hugged her briefly with a tight little squeeze, gave her a cute little kiss on the chin, then skipped off in long strides, searching for something to climb.

“I’m in love with you,” Julie whispered out into the world for no one else to hear.

The End

***

Allison Collier is a quaint queer living in a quaint town doing quaint things. Currently, she is (supposed to be) hard at work on a longer story in our niche genre called ‘The Little Girls of Lakeside.’ You can find what she’s written so far by visiting her page at Archive of Our Own.

by Kinkychic

Chantelle had been looking under the weather of late. Not enough so most would notice, but I did.

“I’m fine, Francine,” she said, waving her hand dismissively. “Perhaps a little tired, but there is no need for concern.”

“Chantelle, you needn’t spare me,” I persisted. “Something is troubling you, I can see. Have you seen the physician?”

“I don’t need the pox doctor, if that’s what you mean. I told you, I’m all right.” I was surprised at the terse way she spoke. It was quite unlike her.

“Oh, you know that’s not what I mean,” I said. “I have every right to worry over you, and I am worried.”

I watched her closely over the next few days, and I saw little things I had not noticed before – the way she would clutch the bannister whenever she ascended the stairs, the occasional grimace of discomfort with no apparent cause.

At last, I had had enough. “Chantelle, I don’t care what you say, I’m going to fetch the physician. If, as you say, there is nothing wrong, then there’s no harm done. But I want to know.”

I saw the resigned look on her face. She almost looked defeated. “Very well,” she whispered.

The physician lived quite close by. I went to see him myself. Although I was worried for Chantelle, as I walked I still had the time to marvel at the difference in the streets compared to a while ago. The Americans had brought law and order. It was now possible to walk, at least in the daytime, in reasonable safety.

The physician wasn’t very long with Chantelle. He came straight to see me. “I do believe it is a good thing you called me. It is not too serious at the moment, but it very soon might have been. It would appear that Madame has a partially blocked intestine. At least I hope that’s what it is. One can never be sure with these things. I will prescribe a physic for her, and we shall see. In the meantime, she must rest. Can you see to that?”

I assured him that I could, and that I would collect the medication later that day.

Not without some difficulty, I finally persuaded Chantelle to go home. “You will stay there,” I added. “Antoinette will come to take care of you.”

The next few days were a worry. She seemed to get worse. The pain she suffered was plain to see. Then there was a turning point, and things began to improve. It appeared as though the physician had been correct in his diagnosis.

But I was shocked at her appearance. Her beautiful features were quite drawn, and she seemed badly debilitated. Antoinette told me that her weakness most likely arose from her lack of appetite and her inability to consume anything but the thinnest of soups. Our only comfort was that, despite her suffering, she seemed happier, somehow, within herself.

“I will be in to see how things are tomorrow, Francine,” Chantelle told me.

“You most certainly will not,” I said. “Things are fine. You will stay and rest. Antoinette will remain with you, I will pay her a wage to make up for what she is losing by not being at work. There is nothing for you to worry about. Our business is as it should be.”

It seemed as though she was going to argue with me, but Antoinette took her hand. “My love, please let Francine look after things, She’s doing very well in your absence.”

I was startled at Antoinette’s endearment, but then I saw the look they exchanged, and all became clear. Why had I not seen it before? It should have been obvious.

“Very well, just as long as you’re managing, Francine,” Chantelle said. “But promise you will tell me if there are any problems.”

Naturally, I assured her I would, even though I had no intention of troubling her. Not that there were any problems. Things were running smoothly.

It seemed that Chantelle and Antoinette were enjoying their time together. Clearly, they were happy. Then Antoinette came to see me. She was nervous, that was plain. I sought to calm her. “Antoinette, I know you so very well. You needn’t worry. Simply tell me what’s on your mind.”

“I want to ask something, but I don’t want to let you down. I want to leave the Palacio. I want to live with Chantelle, and I am not happy with the work anymore. She told me she didn’t mind if I kept on here, but it was plain she didn’t mean it. We want to be together. ”

I took her hands in mine. “I’m happy for you, both of you, and there’s no need to worry. I’ll find another girl.” I laughed. “Perhaps prettier than you?”

She seemed hurt, but then she saw my look and heard my laughter. “You are quite wicked I’m sure, Francine, but thank you for understanding.”

“In any case, I planned to see Chantelle this afternoon,” I said. “There are some changes I want to make, and I need her approval. Perhaps I should walk back with you now.”

I felt that the lower salon needed renovation. Perhaps it would not be so elegant as the upper salon, but it should certainly be more comfortable. The drunken brawling had come to an end – Americans preferred duelling to fistfights – and there was no need for furniture that could be replaced cheaply. I also wanted a small stage for various sorts of entertainment.

Chantelle listened to all I said. She looked over the drawings I’d made with Veronica’s help as I awaited her verdict.

“I think it’s marvellous,” she said at last. “And I have to agree, it’s overdue. But has it been costed?”

I passed her the sheet of estimates. They were quite dear, but I was confident that they would soon show a benefit and shouldn’t take too long to recoup the expense.

She pursed her lips, and I felt my heart drop. But then she smiled. “Francine,” she said, “I believe you have it just right. Yes, we shall do it. You will be in charge. Just be careful though. These rogues will try and cut corners, and then they’ll tell you the costs have gone up.”

“Not with me they won’t,” I said. “And not with Bill standing behind me.”

***

I sat in the garden, sipping my wine, marvelling at this new luxury called ice and waiting to see the girl Veronica had found to succeed Antionette. “She will surprise you, that I promise,” Veronica had said.

Old man Bill brought the girl to me. So young, so pretty. Oh my God – she was delicious. Perfect, even, at least in appearance. I experienced an old, familiar feeling, thinking of the day I had first walked into this garden for my interview with Chantelle. It now seemed so long ago.

“Come, child, sit and talk with me.” I couldn’t help it, but I had to laugh at myself. Here I was, just seventeen, and I’d called her “child”. “Now, tell me all about yourself.”

She wasn’t apprehensive in the least. Indeed, she quite over bubbled with enthusiasm. “My name is Josephine,” she said. “I’m twelve years old, which I heard is what you wanted. My sister is a friend of one of the girls who works here, and she thought I would be right for the job. I want to work for you because it’s what I want to do. And I heard the money is good.”

I held up a hand. “Wait. Why exactly is it what you want to do?”

Her grin was broad and delightful. “I love sex,” she said simply.  “And I’ve been told that this is the best place to work, especially for you. I know all about you, Madame. How you taught Antoinette. Would you teach me as well?”

“But, if, as you say, you love sex, how much is there for you to learn?” I said. “In my day, we were much more innocent.”

“Well,” she said, “I’m sure there is room for improvement.”

I had to laugh again. What could I say? She looked to be so right for what I needed. Even her name met Chantelle’s standards. If anything, she was even lovelier than either Antoinette or I had been – though of course, I would have to make a more thorough inspection. But first, I asked her about her family and said I would want to meet them, to be reassured they would accept her working here.

She told me she had expected that, and I could come around whenever I pleased.

Chantelle’s old room was now mine. I let Josephine study the paintings, and I noted her expression as she stood before the most explicit of them. Her pleasure in the details was evident. When she turned to face me she looked quite flushed.

“Will you undress, Madame?” she said. “Then lie on the bed, and I will show you what I can do.”

Her flush deepened when she saw my body. She appreciated me for a moment, and then waved me to the bed. I wasn’t at all used to such a young girl telling me what to do, but I played along, intrigued by her initiative.

Her method of disrobing was almost exactly as I would have taught her. Certainly, it was more provocative than I had cause to expect. When she stood naked and posed for me, I applauded. “Who showed you that – someone, surely?”

“Oh yes. It was Emmanuele, my sister’s friend.”

I made a mental note to give Emmanuele a bonus.

“So, Josephine. Will you show me what else you have learned?”

She was exquisite. I would find it difficult to explain exactly how she was different. Perhaps it was the way she touched, or how she teased. Several times, she brought me close to my peak, but then she backed off, plying me with a few light touches as I calmed down. Sex with a woman was nothing new to this girl, that much was plain. I wondered who had been fortunate enough to enjoy her first.

I also noticed that she had played with her own pussy throughout our session. And so, when she sat on me, and her treasure came down on my mouth, she was as ready for release as I was. She had timed it to perfection.

My tongue went straight for her clitty, and my fingers ploughed up into her vagina. I felt her lips and tongue on me. Her delightful aroma filled my senses as her juices flowed over my face.

Then, suddenly, she pressed down hard, forcing herself against me. My hips rose, and we both began to shake. The orgasm wracked my body, wonderfully intense, and it seemed to last forever.

When she turned about and lay next to me, I could only smile. “Don’t even ask. You start tomorrow,” I said. “I may have the perfect lady for you. She likes a firm hand, and I think you might be just the one to give it to her.”

“I’ll try, Madame.”

“You won’t try. You’ll succeed. Can you handle a whip?”

“Oh!” she said. “Shall we be going riding?”

“I see I do have some things to teach you after all.”

***

Chantelle made her first visit for several months, chatting with Bill and several of the girls before following me to the office. She riffled through the account books, not really seeming to absorb them in any detail. All she looked at was the bottom line.

She seemed to be her old self again, and if her vitality was not yet what it was, it soon would be. She looked better, but moreover, she looked content.

“Well, Francine, I must say that I’ve enjoyed my forced holiday. And you’ve done well on your own. The upward trend in our profits has continued. Your new salon is a success. I can see that my faith in you was well placed.” She took my hand in hers. “I’m proud of you.”

She looked at me, perhaps seeking a reaction. I suppose that I must have looked both pleased and relieved.

“I have decided to retire properly,” she said. “Would you like to take over the Palacio, become the Madame, working partly for me and partly for yourself? I would like to offer you an equal share of the business, perhaps fifty-one percent in your favour, so you may do as you please.”

She had astonished me once again, just as she had done the year before. “I would love to, Chantelle, but I don’t have the money to buy half of the Palacio.”

“Oh, but you do, at the price I’m offering it to you for. I already have more money than I will ever need, and I will still get a share of the profits.”

It was true. I could easily afford the figure she put forward. “But Chantelle, why? It’s a fraction of what the business is worth.”

“You have been the daughter I never had, or ever will have. I want to see your future secured and to know the Palacio is in good hands. It is my bequest to you.”

***

I took my coffee to the upper balcony, just as Chantelle had always done. I felt like a queen surveying her domain.

I thought of Veronica and how happy we were together, how we loved each other. I would ask her whether she would like to stop work. Her mother had remarried and was content with her life. The man ran a small business supplying ships with produce. He was by no means wealthy, though he did own his own house. I had already insisted that my mother leave as well. She had also met a man, a kind and thoughtful sort who knew her past and did not judge it. He treated her well, and I liked him. I hoped they would marry.

Over the next year, I would introduce a cabaret style of entertainment and add gaming tables. Although the bordello would continue, I wanted it to occupy a less prominent position. The time was coming – it might be soon or it might not be for years – when a more respectable façade would be needed, and I wanted to be ahead of the game.

My only concern was that Bill was getting too old to continue in what could at times be a dangerous job. I didn’t want to lose him. Perhaps I could find him a tough assistant. Most likely, he would know someone himself. Yes, I would ask him.

Down in the street, I saw Veronica walking toward the Palacio. She looked up and waved to me. I waved back and beckoned for her to come up. I’d suddenly thought of having a stable built. We would have horses, and go for long jaunts together. I was eager to tell her, for I knew how she loved horses.

Life was good, so very good.

The End

by Karin Halle

It was a part of the city that was best avoided, but that’s where I found myself early one morning. An old friend from college had been in town overnight, in between flights from who-knows-where to someplace else. We’d spent the night catching up – in fact, we caught up three or four times. Her hotel was in this cruddy precinct that just happened to be near the airport. And it met all our requirements – namely, low rates, four walls and a bed that wasn’t too uncomfortable. Now, looking forward to getting some sleep, I was heading to where my car was parked. And I was hurrying – like I said, it was a sketchy neighbourhood, no place for a woman of thirty-one to be after hours.

Turning a corner, I was confronted by a very disturbing scene — a grown man was shoving and berating a young girl. While he was nicely dressed, the girl was utterly dishevelled. Her clothes — skimpy shorts and a tube-top — were shabby, her hair was unkempt and she wore tarty make-up.

Although I didn’t know what was going on, there was no way I was going to let this guy bully a mere kid.

They were near the kerb, so I walked close to the wall, as far away as I could get. The guy turned and glared at me, but seeing that I was pressing myself against the wall as I passed behind, he turned back to the girl. He was a tough guy who didn’t see me as a threat.

That was when I moved. When I was directly behind him, I spun on one foot in a pirouette and drove the edge of my hand into his throat…hard.

He spluttered and clutched at his throat, his eyes bugging out.

Using the remaining momentum from my spin, I drove my shoulder into his belly and, marshalling all the strength in my legs, pushed forward. The impact shoved him backwards, and he staggered back and crashed into the wall, my shoulder still in his abdomen. His impact against the wall drove the breath from him, and he sank to the footpath, gasping and choking.

Turning to face the girl, I found her staring at the scene with a bewildered expression, as if she was trying to figure out what she’d just seen.

Seizing her hand, I began to tow the girl along the street. She neither yielded nor resisted, just let herself be led along.

When we reached my car, I bundled her inside, then asked, “Where to?”

She looked blankly at me, and I wondered for a second if perhaps she didn’t speak English. However, she repeated my words – she understood the language, but seemed to be having trouble parsing what I meant.

I hastened to get behind the wheel. Not that I was concerned about the bully, mind you – he wouldn’t be breathing steadily yet, let alone be able to rise to his feet. Nevertheless, I was anxious to be gone.

Hoping for a more useful answer, I asked, “Where do you live?”

“Um… at Benny’s.” Her reply made me wonder if she had a learning disability.

Although I felt certain I knew the answer already, I asked anyway – “Benny? That’s the creep back there?”

“Yeah.” I waited for more, but she was silent.

My next attempt to get something helpful from my dull passenger was spoken clearly and slowly – “Where’s home? Where does your family live?”

“On the west coast.” She paused. “I can’t go home. Things are bad there.”

With a sigh, I started the car, put it in gear and drove off.

Finally, after we’d been on the road for about five minutes, I asked her name.

At least this question received a meaningful reply. “I’m Macy.” She extended a hand.

Of course, I couldn’t shake the hand she offered – I was on the highway. So I simply replied, “I’m Helen.”

“Thank you, Helen. For the help – and for caring.”

Before then, I didn’t even know that I had maternal instincts. At thirty-one, I was currently unattached, and gay. The notion of caring for a kid was alien to me. And yet, I did care. Looking back on it now, I admit that I may also have felt some illicit attraction to Macy, due to her age, but honestly, that wasn’t important to me. Leaving this kid to fend for herself simply wasn’t an option.

“So who’s Benny? Is he your boyfriend, or something?”

An emphatic shake of the head. “No. He looks after me.”

“Yeah, I saw how well he looks after you,” I observed. She didn’t pick up on my sarcasm. “What was all that fuss about, then?”

“He thought I was holding out on him.”

At long last I was getting the picture.  “That’s no excuse to hit you,” I muttered.

The girl fumbled inside the rolled material of her top, carefully extracting two fifty-dollar bills. “Well, actually, I did keep this.”

“That’s still no excuse!” I fell silent for a bit, then asked, “How much does he take from what you earn?”

“Oh, it’s his money. I work for him. He pays me wages.”

It was a good thing that I had my hands on the steering wheel, or I might have been tempted to throttle her. “And how much does he pay you as ‘wages’?”

“Well, after I pay for my room and meals and stuff, he gives me twenty-five dollars a week.”

I grasped the steering wheel tightly, still feeling the urge to grab this ridiculous girl round the neck and give her a good hard shake. However, an idea was beginning to form. “When was the last time you slept in a bed, Macy – I mean, a real bed?”

For the first time, her face showed sadness. “At home,” she whispered.

“I’ve got a spare room,” I announced, “and the day off.”

A hint of light appeared in her eyes, and I got a glimpse of the real girl beneath that numb exterior. “Really?”

***

A short while later I was showing Macy my spare room. I had to move some clutter, but at last she had a bed to sleep in. I shoved stuff into the closet, shut the closet door and turned around.

She was standing in the doorway to my spare bedroom – her room – stark naked.

“That – that’s not why I brought you here,” I stammered.

Her face showed the same look of incomprehension as it had before, when I took her away from Benny.

Before I could say any more, I saw something that took the whole of my attention. I stepped closer, to get a better look.

What I saw shocked me. Just above Macy’s left breast was a bruise – large and ugly. And recent. It had a twin, below the breast and further around, more toward her side.

“Oh, no,” I gasped. “No, no, no!” She was too young to be treated like that. And being so petite, she was virtually defenceless. The paleness of her skin made the injuries look even worse than they were. Then I noticed, on her right arm, marks that could only be made by the tight grip of a strong hand.

“Are there any more?” I asked, praying that there weren’t.

Without a word, Macy turned to show me her back.

Another massive and hideous bruise was visible, right on the shoulder blade.

But there was something else – something even more appalling. The poor kid’s buttocks were criss-crossed by a series of barely healed welts, obvious signs that she’d been struck with a cane or whip or something similar. And they were nearly healed by now… those marks would have been literally running with blood when they were made. God, how it must have hurt!

“Oh Christ, you poor little thing!” Tears ran freely, and I repeated, “You poor little thing!” hugging her thin body to mine. She didn’t say a word, just stood there and let me hold her.

After a moment, I’d regained control of myself. “Come on,” I said. Giving her no opportunity to reply, I simply scooped the girl up in my arms and carried her into the bathroom.

While the tub was filling with water, I checked some bottles in the cabinet over the vanity, selecting one containing crystals. Most of the crystals went into the water, along with Macy.

As she sat down in the water, Macy tried to stir up the water, with no result. “Is this supposed to be bubble bath?” she said, frowning. “It’s not very good.”

“That’s because it isn’t bubble bath. Those are crystals that dissolve in the water and help to repair muscles. Do you feel the water tingling?”

Macy was thoughtful for a split second, then giggled and sank down in the tub. She squirmed about and chirped, “Yeah! It does! Wow!”

Kneeling next to the tub, I turned off the water, then sprinkled some of the crystals onto a wet washcloth, which I applied the cloth directly to the fierce bruise on her back, rubbing very gently in a circular motion. After a while, I repeated the treatment with the bruises on her side and chest.

Macy submerged herself in the water – an easy achievement for such a small girl in a large tub. Raising her legs from the water, she rested her heels on the edge of the tub.

In that position, I had a clear view directly between her legs. I wasn’t trying to look, but I couldn’t fail to see her pussy. Macy had no pubes that I could see, so I assumed that she shaved herself bare. She looked so lovely displaying herself that way, and I felt a twitch of arousal that immediately made me feel ashamed. I didn’t know whether she’d noticed me looking, but I quickly turned away and fetched fresh towels. I let Macy soak for a while, to absorb more of the healing waters into her abused flesh.

I finally helped her step out of the tub, then gently patted her down with the towel. While drying her, I checked the bruises, telling myself that they seemed a little less ugly than they had been.

Once Macy was dry, I dusted her body with a mixture of powdered herbs, also intended to assist with the body’s healing processes. Finally, I adorned her with a fine mist of citrus spray.

Macy waved her hand to indicate the various treatments I had applied to her. “What is all this stuff? Where’d you get it?”

“I’m a naturopath,” I replied. “Sort of a doctor. These are the kinds of medicines I work with.”

Looking around the room as I put my things away, she finally asked, “Why are you doing this? Being so nice to me?” Her big brown eyes seemed to peer into my soul.

“I – I’m not sure,” I confessed. Macy didn’t reply, just gazed at me. “Okay, look, I’m gay… but I’m not into little girls!”

She remained silent – I hadn’t exactly answered her question, after all. When I spoke again, it was as much for my benefit as it was for hers.

“I just can’t bear to think of you being used like that. Not at your age.” I paused. “The world’s a shitty enough place.”

Macy nodded, thinking over what I’d said. I was looking elsewhere and didn’t see her face when she asked, “So… you’re not gonna jump me?” There was a lightness in her voice, but I still had to look back at the girl to figure out whether she was being serious or not.

A big grin on her face gave me my answer, so I knew I didn’t have to be too serious myself. “Oh, not right away,” I assured her. “But in the future, well, um… who knows?” I gave a nervous laugh, and we both smiled.

I hung up the damp towel I’d used to dry Macy and wrapped the other one around her. Then, picking the girl up, I carried her to the second bedroom – her room, now.

I put Macy down on the bed, and she wriggled about like a caterpillar emerging from a cocoon, then stretched out on the bed, casting the towel away.

As she had done in the bath, she spread her legs. This time Macy made it obvious that she wanted me to look… and I didn’t bother pretending I wasn’t.

She was making me feel all hot and crazy inside. Once again I was captured by her bare beauty. So young, so lovely…

That led to another thought. Almost afraid to ask, I said, “Macy… how old are you?”

She opened her mouth to answer, but she must have breathed out first, because she seemed to physically shrink and her voice was barely there when she said, “Thirteen.”

To judge from how slightly built she was, I wouldn’t have been at all surprised if she had been even younger.

Folding my arms, I asked, “How long have you been on the game?”

That hit a nerve, one that was even more sensitive. She avoided looking at me as she mumbled, “Too long.”

For a minute or so we were silent, but there was one thing I wanted to tell her. Eventually I said, “I don’t want to hear about it. At least not now. Okay? You’re out of it, so let’s leave that part of the story behind for the time being. Is that okay?”

The hurt lingered in her eyes, but she gave me a sad smile and nodded. “That’s fine by me.”

“Good,” I told her.

“Thanks,” Macy said. “I do appreciate this, really. S’pose I’m not used to people being so nice.”

I didn’t know what to say to that, so I kept silent.

Then she gave me a shy smile. “Now are you going to jump me?” Concern must have been written on my face, because she added, “I’d like you to, really… long as you’re gentle.”

Oh, God, the urge to strip off and join Macy on the bed was like an ache inside. Just the sight of her sweet pink slit… and she had such a pretty mouth. I couldn’t help wondering what they both tasted like.

Still, it seemed wrong to have sex with such a young girl, even if she did claim to want it. “Maybe you should just rest. I’ll bet you’re tired. And I’m sure you’re still sore.”

A smirk on her face, Macy’s jumped up from the bed and padded, naked, into the living room. There she stood on one leg and stretched the other out in front of her horizontally, before doing a forward flip into a standing position without even touching the floor with her hands.

It was an amazing exhibition – at least it was to me. “What are you… a dancer?”

A wide smile appeared on her face, broad but obviously part of the show. She raised both arms over her head in a kind of salute, then leapt into the air and spread her legs in a full split before landing on her feet. Without touching the floor for more than a second, she was in the air again, this time kicking one leg straight out in front, the other straight out behind. On landing, her knees hardly bent at all.

I could hardly believe my eyes. “You’re… you’re amazing!” I exclaimed.

“Gymnastics,” she informed me. She wasn’t even breathing heavily!

“You’re very good. You must’ve been some kind of champion.”

She shrugged. “I was good, and could have been really great… but then I hurt my shoulder. I can’t put any weight on it now, which means I can’t do any of the inverted positions – no vault, no bars, no beam. Even most of the floor work. Which meant the end of gymnastics.” Macy drew nearer, once more wearing that bashful smile. “So unless you want me to stand on my hands, I think I would really like to make love to you. I need someone to hold me… to kiss me.” She paused. “Please?”

My ability to show restraint was never strong, and Macy was doing everything she could to tempt me. Racing back to the bedroom, she did a kind of roll onto the bed, twisting in the air so that she landed on her back, legs spread wide apart. I stood trembling in the entranceway. Her eyes met mine.

It was as if she was presenting her sex to me, saying You can have this.

With that, my resistance completely gave way. It would have taken a far, far stronger woman than I was to refuse this bewitching creature. I had to have her.

As quickly as I could, I stripped off my clothes and climbed onto the bed. Prostrating myself between Macy’s thighs, I placed a delicate kiss on her labia, then licked it a few times. She tasted wonderful.

“Oh, yeah… I love that,” she moaned.

I could’ve gone down on Macy for hours, but felt the need to kiss her mouth, to show her that I wanted more than her pussy. Nuzzling my way up her thin body, I paused just enough to lick each nipple, then we were face to face.

My kiss wasn’t hungry or heated, but gentle; affectionate. There was no need to hurry things – we could get wild later. Her lips were cool, soft and moist, utterly delicious. When my tongue ran over her lips, she parted her lips so that our tongues lightly touched. But that touch was electric.

Feeling Macy’s growing passion, I opened my mouth to accept her tongue. She gave me a French kiss that made my head spin, then those luscious lips were caressing my neck.

“Oh, Macy… you’re so sweet,” I whispered.

Suddenly she stopped and looked at me – stared, actually.

“Macy’s gone,” she finally declared. “She doesn’t exist anymore. Maybe she did once, but not now. From now on, I’m…. Elspeth!”

I grinned. “That’s pretty. Why Elspeth?”

“She’s a teacher,” she said wistfully. “I had her a few years ago. I loved her…” the memory faded instantly, and she gave me a nervous glance. “Not the way I love you, though! We didn’t do sex or anything.” She gave a sigh. “I wanted to kiss her… but I was too scared.”

“It’s okay, honey,” I replied, patting her shoulder. “You can love lots of people, but be in love with only one.”

Her smile returned, and in a quiet voice, she said, “Y’know something, Helen? Elspeth’s never made love before. She’s still a virgin. Will you please be her first – my first, I mean?”

“Oh, darling… that’s the loveliest thing I’ve ever heard. I’d be happy to do that for you.”

“She’s not, um, intact, though,” Elspeth added. “Maybe she tore it sometime. One day long ago.”

“In a previous life, perhaps,” I suggested, making my young lover beam with joy.

Our lovemaking was slow and gentle. I’d asked her what she liked to do in bed, if there was anything in particular that she especially enjoyed. Her only condition was entirely reasonable. “No rough stuff, okay? I’ve had way too much of that.”

She didn’t need to tell me. Elspeth looked so fragile that I couldn’t help but worry that I might break her. In addition to being very slight in build, she was waif-thin as well. It was easy to guess that Benny hadn’t been feeding her well.

Or his other girls, for that matter. I felt sure he ran other girls apart from Elspeth / Macy. I found myself wishing I’d hit him even harder… with a few swift kicks added for good measure.

Pushing thoughts of that wanker to one side, I continued to pleasure Elspeth – kissing her all over, sucking her tongue, licking her nipples, fondling her bum. I ran my tongue from her ankles to her inner thighs, until she was squirming with the need for release.

Her labia were engorged, but still pressed together like those of a little girl. Nothing of her inner lips was visible, nor was her clitoris.

I tenderly kissed her vulva, then delicately spread it open with my fingers. The pink interior of her vagina was open and glistening with her wetness, so I put my mouth there and sucked. My reward was a trickle of her nectar, which I savoured as if it was the finest wine.

I was reluctant to enter her with my fingers too soon. She had, in my opinion, already been penetrated far too often – and every time had been rape, even if she had been a willing party. Instead I kissed and licked Elspeth’s slit, and toyed with her labia.

Her head was rocking from side to side on the pillow, her breath ragged. Suddenly she shivered, a choked gasp escaping her throat. Knowing what was about to happen, I slipped a finger into her vagina and curled it back, seeking her g-spot.

I found it, too. No sooner had I pressed my fingertip against the tissue than her belly trembled and she began to come. A long, drawn out “aah” came from her mouth that quickly built into a squeal, and her sweet essence flowed once more. I drank down every drop.

I eased off until her climax began to abate, then massaged that special place again. In no time, she was coming once more.

When I withdrew from her, she whispered “Sooo nice…” then almost immediately drifted into slumber. I took a moment to study the peaceful expression she wore. For the first time, Elspeth really looked like the little girl she once was.

I’d yet to get off myself, but right then, it didn’t seem so very important. Reaching to switch off the lamp on my night table, I drew the dozing child into my arms, cuddling her as I fell asleep.

***

By the time we woke up, it was the middle of the afternoon. We’d been asleep for over ten hours. I guess she and I had really needed the rest. After all, Macy had worked the streets the previous night, and my occasional girlfriend and I had been working each other.

I ran another bath for Macy – Elspeth, that is – and she was delighted to be pampered once more. Another healing treatment with the crystals and the bruises showed considerable improvement. I was pleased with her progress.

Less satisfactory were the weals on her poor backside. I wanted to count the ugly marks, yet I didn’t want to know how many there were. I had no real treatment for those — kissing them better, with tears dripping from my face, was no help whatsoever. I did it anyway. Only time could help those to heal – I didn’t mention it to Elspeth, but I feared that there would be permanent marks on those pale buttocks.

I tried rubbing them with an aloe vera cream from my collection – even if it didn’t help to actually heal the welts, it might at least soothe them. She knelt on the bed, bent forward so as to rest her head on her arms, her arse raised for me to apply the ointment. As I rubbed her cheeks, they spread to reveal the cleft and the little pink star hidden there. Her slit was also displayed, the entrance to Elspeth’s vagina slightly open.

It was such an appealing sight… in fact, it was irresistible.

Pausing in my rubbing of her bum, I slipped my hand between the girl’s legs to finger her from behind.

Elspeth sighed, already wet. I reached around with my free hand so I could touch her clit while I explored her cunt. As her wetness coated my fingers, I felt an impulse too powerful to refuse.

I coated my thumb in her slick fluids and, when it was sufficiently moist, pressed it against the star between her buttocks. She squeaked in surprise, then pushed back against my hand. I could feel the strong ring of muscle begin to yield, and as my thumb started to slip into her rectum, I eased two fingers into her vagina, gripping her as if she was a bowling ball.

Slowly working my digits in and out, I fell into a steady rhythm – my thumb pressing deep into her anus, then retreating as I slid my fingers into her cunt. Then the fingers withdrew while the thumb entered. At the same time, I was playing with her clit.

Elspeth didn’t have to wait long for her climax to hit. With a growl, she pushed back against my loving invasion, driving my thumb even deeper into her anus. As ecstasy gripped the girl, her body jerked hard, then trembled like she was freezing cold. I kept my thumb still, concentrating on stimulating her pussy.

She moaned loudly as she shuddered though several peaks, finally slumping forward, exhausted.

Elspeth lay still for so long that I figured she had fallen asleep, but I was happy just to get another glimpse at her when she was relaxed and peaceful. I sat contentedly on the floor at the foot of the bed, gazing at my new lover.

However, I’d been mistaken. Elspeth hadn’t fallen asleep, she was catching her breath. Rolling onto her back, she said, “That’s twice you’re got me off, and I haven’t done a thing for you yet. I owe you.”

I shook my head. “You’re wrong, darling. You owe me nothing. Nothing at all. I’ve taken so much pleasure from loving you, and treating your hurts. And from watching you come. You had such a happy look on your face, just now… it made me feel good.”

She pouted a bit. “You have to let me. I can make you feel even better than that. Please?” She actually rose to her knees on the bed, both hands clasped before her.

That excitement was returning, dragging my lust along for the ride. This thirteen-year-old girl was begging to fuck me!

“Please, Helen. It isn’t fair if you don’t let me. I want to fuck you, honest I do! Please let me. Pretty please?”

Won over by her sincerity, I reached out to Elspeth. With a gleeful squeal, she wrapped her thin arms around my neck, then hoisted herself up to wrap both legs round my waist. I fell back onto the bed with her on top. She kissed me before I could speak, sucking my tongue into her mouth.

As we kissed, I could feel the heat of her sex, pressed into my tummy. It was warm and wet, proof of my young lover’s excitement. Grasping Elspeth’s buttocks, I raised her just a bit, shifting her body so that juicy slit was sliding against me. I lowered her, then lifted again.

“Oh, my God… that feels lovely,” she whimpered.

My belly was teasing Elspeth’s clit as I gently worked her body into mine. She sighed into my mouth, then moved her hips forward to increase the pressure.

Suddenly she pulled away, breaking that lovely contact, giving her head a defiant shake. “No! That’s not what I want now. It’s my turn. I’m s’posed to be fucking you!”

As much as I was looking forward to being taken by this eager nymphet, I wasn’t yet finished with her.

In order to stifle any further protests she might make, I shifted her weight in my hand – an easy task – and repositioned one hand. Satisfied that it was correctly aligned, I extended my index finger and slid it into Elspeth’s arsehole.

She squirmed, and I went back to what I’d been doing – working her tiny body against mine.

“Oh, fuck… you bitch. You’re gonna make me come again!” she protested.

“I hope so!” I told her. Pushing upward with my finger, I penetrated her rectum even further. “Do it. Come for me again, Elspeth. One more time. I want you to.”

She only needed that much encouragement. I was giving her plenty of stimulation, and she was still on fire from everything we’d already done.

“Arghh,” she growled, bucking against me. I ground into the girl, wanting to feel her dew on my bare skin when she exploded for the third or fourth time. Seconds later, a fervent, “Oh, fuck!” exploded from Elspeth’s lips as she came.

While she was caught up in ecstasy, I quickly extracted my finger from Elspeth’s bum and rolled her onto her back, scrambling between the girl’s thighs. I pressed my mouth into the fiery pink flesh and sucked, slaking my thirst for the fine, sweet wine that flowed from my new lover.

I felt Elspeth’s hands snatch at my leg, and instinctively understood what she wanted. Quickly shifting my body round, I swung a leg over the girl’s face and lowered my cunt to her parted lips.

I already knew that Elspeth had experienced lesbian sex at some point, but found myself astonished by how  skilled she was at pleasing a woman. Her tongue was a hot, slippery snake, gliding up and down through the folds of my labia. Just as I was beginning to tremble with the approach of my release, she found my hard clit, taking it between her lips to lick and suck and flick with quick swipes of her tongue tip… oh, my God…

Seconds later, I began to come.

I was knocked off my fundament by the strength of that orgasm. In fact, I’m not sure I ever climaxed that hard in my life. It’s not for me to make a lot of noise when I get off – but that time, I screamed.

A little later, as we snuggled lovingly into each other, I told her just how right she’d been about her talents as a sex partner.

Without missing a beat, she boasted, “I told you so. Next time I tell you it’s my turn to fuck you, you’re not gonna stop me, are you?”

“No way,” I assured her. “I know you’re new at fucking but believe me, you’re a natural at making love.”

She nodded thoughtfully. “It’s something I learned about in a past life… before I was Elspeth.” A wistful sigh escaped her lips.

I reached up to cup her face in my hands. “Listen, sweetheart, I can’t make those bad times go away… but if you really want a new life, there’s one right here, waiting for you to step into it.”

“Wh-what are you saying…?” she asked me in a small voice, suddenly looking as if she was ten years old instead of thirteen. The bold nymphet was now a vulnerable young girl.

“Stay with me,” I said. “This can be your home… and we can be lovers, if you want. I’ll take care of you. Just think – it’s a chance for you to be, well, a girl again.”

Elspeth stared at me, her brow furrowed slightly. Then a tear ran down her cheek, and she began to cry.

“Oh, sweetie…” I began, but she buried her face in my chest, sobbing helplessly.

I held her closely, patting her back, whispering, “It’s okay, my love… let it out.” We gently rocked from side to side as she wept.

After a while, Elspeth was quiet. Raising a tear-stained face to mine, she spoke. “Does that m-mean that, from now on, you’re g-gonna be, like, my mum?”

I felt myself fall into those yearning eyes. “Is that what you want, angel?”

She thought for a moment, then slowly nodded. “I – I think so. See, I’ve not had a real mum for… oh, gosh, for ages.” She sniffled, then hesitantly added, “Um… is that okay?”

I pondered the idea. Was it okay? And I immediately decided that yes, it was.

Placing a tiny kiss on her pert little nose, I said, “It feels right to me, too… but I’d be more than just your mother, right? We’d still be lovers.”

A bashful smile, a hint of crimson in her cheeks. Elspeth responded, “I’d like that.”

Her lips found mine, and we came together in a kiss that positively glowed with affection. She rolled onto her back, pulling me on top of her, and once again, this young girl and I were caught up in a helpless rush of shared desire.

And when Elspeth knelt before me and pressed her mouth into my womanly centre, I gave myself over without hesitation to the pure, shining rapture of love.

A daughter’s love.

The End

A brief recap: Single mother and lesbian Amanda receives wonderful news: her eleven-year-old daughter Katie (who has just come out as gay herself) is being considered as a fairy for Latchmore House, a magical kingdom of sorts for young girls.  When meeting with Latchmore’s director Cindy, Amanda is thrilled to learn that the fairies are all lesbian girls. To prove the point, Cindy brings in an enchanting young thing named Rayne, who engages in hot sapphic sex with Amanda. 

This chapter begins in the Latchmore garden where the fairies gather, just like the previous installment, and takes place simultaneously. This part features Katie getting the grand tour with a pair of new fairy friends… while her mum is busy in Cindy’s office. What next? Read on…

by C. Cat

Sitting next to her mum in the clearing, eleven-year-old Katie kept stealing furtive glances up the dress of the red headed fairy. That tight little body and those long, slender legs were dead sexy, but it was the view Katie had of the girl’s pretty pink slit that stole her breath away. It was also a certain look in her eyes. Katie could tell that this particular fairy was interested in her – and unafraid to let that interest show.

It was driving Katie mental. Squeezing her thighs together wasn’t enough; she just needed to touch herself for a few seconds. If she could apply just a bit more pressure to the throbbing warmth between her thighs, it would afford her the relief she so desperately needed. Carefully slipping a hand beneath the skirt, Katie let it drift toward her centre, an inch at a time.

She didn’t notice that two other fairies had drifted up behind her, so Katie nearly jumped out of her skin when one of them bent down to whisper in her ear, “Would you like to come play with us?”

Her heart pounding frantically, Katie spun round to see two lovely young girls. The one with long blonde hair that spilled to her shoulders had the long coltish legs and figure of a runway model. The brunette was a little shorter, with more of an athletic build and more prominent breasts.

Katie was always nervous around pretty girls… and with beauties like these, she found herself unable to reply. Luckily, Mum was there to accept the fairies’ invitation. “Go ahead, sweetheart,” she said, “I’m sure they have a lot to show you.”

With that, each of the girls took one of Katie’s hands and led her away through the soft grass.

“You must be Katie, right?” the girl with the long blonde hair said.

Still feeling bashful, Katie nodded.

“I’m Piper, and this is Melissa. Our director, Miss Cindy, asked us to show you around.”

Somehow finding her voice, Katie spoke. “Is this like, um, a tour or something?”

Melissa spoke up. “Kind of like that, but it’s more of a surprise. She’s hoping you might join us.”

“Join?”

“You know, go to our school and be one of the fairies. Your dance teacher, Miss Caroline, used to be a fairy here and she told Miss Cindy about you.”

Katie came to an abrupt halt, shocked to within an inch of her life. Me… a Latchmore Fairy? Her head swam as she digested the idea, trying to make sense of it.

It didn’t make sense, thrilling though the notion was. Even though Katie now knew that they weren’t genuine fairies, she still had it in her mind that some girls were born for the privilege, and some weren’t. It never occurred to her that she could become one.

“But you’re all, like, so pretty. There’s nothing special about me.”

“Don’t say that.” Melissa piped up, “you’re super cute.”

Katie didn’t believe Melissa, but she couldn’t help feeling a little rush inside when a girl that beautiful said something like that. A shy smile crept across her face, and she felt her cheeks getting warm.

“She’s right, you are cute,” Piper said. “Besides, just wait ’till you see Melissa without her hair and makeup done. It’s almost scary.”

“Hey!” Melissa yelled, swatting at her friend. “Look who’s talking, Miss Split Ends!” She tried to scowl, but couldn’t keep from breaking into giggles.

“Seriously,” Piper said, “You’ll love it here, Katie. I’m sure you’re going to fit right in.”

“Me too,” Melissa added, “It’s a lot better than regular school. There are some different rules, but there’s much more fun.”

“Rules?” Katie said. “Like what?”

“Nothing too hard. The big one is that we never, ever, lie to our sisters.”

“Seems easy enough,” Katie said.

“Oh, it’s harder than it sounds,” Melissa said. “See, it’s all about trust. Would you like to play our honesty game?”

“Sure!” Now that the possibility was at hand, Katie would do anything to prove she had what it took to be a Latchmore Fairy.

Just then, they came to an alcove in a secluded part of the garden with a statue of a Greek goddess and a polished granite bench. “Let’s sit here,” Piper said, and they settled down, the fairies flanking Katie on each side..

“Okay, this game is kinda like Truth or Dare, except without the dare part,” Piper began. “First we say our pledge. Now, repeat after me. “The bond of sisterhood unites all fairies. We love, honour, and trust each other. I promise to never break that bond.” Katie obligingly spoke each phrase after Piper.

“Now we ask each other questions. You can’t lie; that breaks the bond. You’re supposed to ask hard questions, but you can’t ask something that will hurt the other person, or use anything they say against them — that breaks the bond, too.”

“I think I get it,” Katie said with a nod.

“Okay, I’ll go first.” Piper took both of Katie’s hands. “Before we met, you were sneaking peeks at Rayne — she was the girl with the bright red hair. My question is: what were you thinking about when you looked at her?”

Oh God, Katie thought. Her first instinct was to lie. She’d admitted to her mother that she was gay, but had never admitted to anyone the kinds of thoughts she had about pretty girls like Rayne. As her heart raced, she tried to think of how to answer.

Suddenly it became clear to her: the game wasn’t about her secret — they’d probably figured that bit out anyway — it was about trust. She needed to tell them the truth, even if it was embarrassing.

Katie took a deep breath. If I’m wrong and they freak out, at least I’ll never have to face them again, she told herself.

“Well… she was really pretty… that’s why I was looking at her at first. Then she moved and, um, I could see up her skirt, and she wasn’t wearing knickers. See, I like girls, so that made me feel all excited, and I wanted to, y’know… touch myself. Down there.”

She braced herself for whatever reaction Piper and Melissa would have, relieved when they both smiled and gave her hugs.

“Good answer!” Piper exclaimed, “That wasn’t too hard, was it?”

“A little,” Katie replied. She was still embarrassed, but it also felt good not having to hide her secret.

“Now,” Melissa added, “to seal the bond, you have to kiss the one who asked the question.” She glanced expectantly from Katie to Piper.

“Really?” Katie said. That part of the rule didn’t bother her a bit.

“Really,” Piper confirmed, then with an exaggerated eye roll added, “Like, we just got done saying we don’t lie, so…” At that, the three girls broke into giggles.

“Okay,” Katie said, trying not to seem too eager as Piper came near.

She closed her eyes, expecting a gentle peck. Instead, Piper took Katie into her arms, bringing their lips together in a passionate, open-mouth kiss. Katie was shocked at first, but the warmth and tenderness of the fairy’s kiss felt absolutely wonderful. Without a second thought, she parted her own lips, and soon their tongues were engaged in a lustful dance.

As they hugged, Katie felt the girl’s lithe body through the thin dress, quickly noticing that she wasn’t wearing a bra. She found herself wondering if Piper had gone without knickers, too. The temptation was there to fondle the teen’s bum and find out for herself, but Katie didn’t want to behave too aggressively, not until she knew it was okay.

Their kiss seemed to last a long, lovely while until Katie gently broke away. Still holding each other, she and Piper shared friendly smiles.

“Nice, huh?” Piper said.

“Yeah, really nice,” Katie caught her breath, “I… I never had a kiss like that before. I guess maybe you’re not freaked out about me liking girls, then?”

“No fear of that!” Piper exclaimed.

“Besides, it wouldn’t matter what you said,” Melissa added. “We’re s’posed to trust that we’ll be sisters, no matter what.”

Piper laughed. “It’s not like we haven’t all seen Rayne’s cunny before — she hates wearing knickers.”

“Now it’s your turn,” Melissa said. “You can ask either of us anything.”

Katie turned to Melissa. Taking the brunette’s hands, she quickly came up with a question. “Okay… are you, like, a lesbian?”

Melissa smiled back, “Yeah… but that’s too easy. Ask me something harder.”

As nervous as Katie was about people finding out she was gay, it was a shock to hear Melissa admit the same thing so casually. “Have you, er, ever had sex with a girl?”

“Come on,” Melissa said, making a face. “Think of something that’s not a yes or no question. Yes I have, plenty of times… but go on, try again.”

Katie blurted out the first thing that popped into her mind. “What’s the wildest sex thing you’ve done?”

“Now you’re getting it!” Melissa said. “Hmmm, now let me think…”

Katie noticed Melissa had an adorable way of scrunching her nose as she concentrated. I wonder if she kisses as nice as Piper?

“I don’t know if this is the ‘wildest’ or not,” Melissa began, “but when I was thirteen I used to babysit for this girl named Kit. She was only like nine, but really cute. Whenever I watched her, she insisted on me giving her a bubble bath. I’d undress her, wash her hair, and give her a good scrubbing all over. I wasn’t planning on doing anything more, but this one time I told her she had to clean ‘down there’, and she wanted me to do it. I tried not to make it sexy, but that didn’t seem to make any difference, ‘cos I barely touched her pussy and she came! After that, Kit wanted a ‘special’ bath every time I came over.

“So one night, her mum came back in time to give Kit a bath herself… but Kit made a big fuss, saying she still wanted me to do it. I could kinda tell her mum liked me, and I had a major crush on her, so I said we could pretend Kit and I were sisters, then she could give us a bath together! Kit loved that idea. Her mum – her name was Nicole, by the way – acted like she wasn’t so sure about that, but I could see she really wanted to. So it didn’t take a lot to get her to say yes.

“Anyway, we ran the bath, and I took Kit’s clothes off like I always did. Then, since I was pretending to be Nicole’s daughter, I asked her to undress me, and she did. She was trying not to let it show how much she liked seeing me naked.” Melissa giggled, “but I could tell. I was calling her ‘Mummy’… wow, that really got her going! I got in the bath first, then Kit sat down between my legs. Her bum was pressing right up against my cunny… oh, that felt lovely. I was washing Kit, touching her body all over.

“Nicole started washing my hair, then she started scrubbing the rest of me. It got me so hot that I took one of her hands and put it right between my legs. I thought she might yank it away, maybe even get mad… but instead, she started rubbing my pussy! And while she was doing that, Kit was pushing her bottom back against her mum’s hand. She was getting pretty excited, so I reached round and touched her clit.” Melissa shook her head, still awed by the memory. “It was amazing. Me and Kit ended up coming together, right there in front of her mum!”

Katie’s eyes were huge as she drank in the older girl’s story. “What happened then?”

Melissa smirked. “That’s another question, and you’ve already had three,” she said, “Now we get to kiss!” With a deft sideways motion, Melissa straddled Katie’s lap and, taking the younger girl’s face in both hands, brought their mouths together.

Katie was prepared for the kiss to be passionate, but this was even better than she expected. Melissa’s mouth was soft and sweet, and she was grinding her body into Katie’s as their tongues mingled. And Piper was right there too, caressing them both. She began to nibble at Katie’s ear, then travelled down her neck, finally nuzzling her way in to make it a three-way kiss.

It was marvellous, a little taste of heaven. Katie loved being sandwiched between these two enchanting girls, their bodies pressed snugly together. Her panties had been damp earlier; now they were positively sodden. If Melissa wasn’t straddling her, she would have a hand buried in her knickers.

Katie was beginning to wonder if this might be her first time having sex. That was exciting, but also a little scary. She wasn’t really sure how to make love with another girl. At the same time, Katie didn’t want to back down and risk having her new friends think she wasn’t grown up enough.

Suddenly Melissa broke away and gazed deep into her eyes, a warm smile on her lips. “Katie, I really like you… and I want us to do more, a lot more.” Wrapping an arm around Piper, she added, “We both do.”

“Yeah, you’re awesome, Katie!” Piper exclaimed. “I can’t wait ‘till you’re one of us.”

“And we can’t wait to do all kinds of sexy stuff with you,” Melissa continued, “but let’s not rush things. We want you to be sure you’re ready. Is that okay?”

Katie was disappointed, but also a little relieved. She didn’t want to embarrass herself in front of Piper and Melissa with her lack of experience. She wanted her first experience to be special and, as cute as they both were, she knew this was not the right time.

“I think I get it,” Katie said, “I can wait.”

“Well then, we should probably meet some of the other girls,” Piper said, “I know they’re going to love you. Miss Cindy is probably talking with your mum right now about being one of us. When they accept you, we set up the initiation.”

“Initiation?” Katie said, a little worried.

“Yeah, You’re gonna love that part,” Melissa said before giving her one last kiss.

“This is a shortcut to the school,” Piper said as she and Melissa led Katie through a small iron gate and down a trail through a wooded section of the garden.

The path took them to a large Victorian looking building. “This is Fairy House. It’s where we hang out… and where the younger girls live. The older girls live in Belle House, just down the way.”

They entered through a side door, where Piper and Melissa both took off their wings, carefully hanging them on a rack beside about a dozen or so other sets.

“We have a guest, girls!” Melissa announced as she walked into a spacious lounge.

There were seven other fairies present, all of whom had changed out of their costumes. Three were seated at a large table who appeared to be doing homework, Melissa introduced them as Willow, Maggie, and Claire.

Two more girls were seated in big overstuffed chairs with ear-buds in, listening to music. These were Emma and Ella. Finally, a pair of girls sitting very close to each other on the couch were identified as Naomi and Sophia. They all looked up and smiled at Katie, calling out friendly hellos.

“Is she here?” came a voice from the stairs. Katie looked up to see a young brunette coming down to greet her, with a much younger Asian girl close behind.

“And this is Rachel and Aiko,” Melissa said with a knowing smirk, “I’m glad you two managed to join us.”

Katie noticed that these last two had flushed cheeks, and their hair was a bit mussed. It wasn’t hard to guess what they’d been doing.

The introductions came so quickly that Katie knew she wouldn’t be able to remember all their names, but promised herself to learn them quickly. After all, they’re going to be my new sisters, I hope. Oh, God, I hope!

All the girls were friendly, though a couple of them had to beg off and finish their schoolwork. The others asked Katie about where she went to school, what she liked to do for fun, what music she liked and more. They were pretty much like the questions any new girl would be asked at her own school, but Katie noticed one glaring exception: none of the fairies asked her anything about boys. She wondered how many of them were gay.

As shy as Katie was around pretty girls, especially girls that seemed to take an interest in her, something about being in the company of the fairies felt so pleasant and cosy that she found it surprisingly easy to relax and be herself.

When Melissa first referred to the girls at Latchmore as sisters, Katie assumed it was just something they said. After spending an hour or so in their company, she realised that this really was something of a family. Like genuine sisters, they seemed protective, caring and affectionate toward each other. It was a far cry from the cliques she knew from school, with their social games that so often turned vicious.

At one point, Melissa hooked an arm through Katie’s and took the girl aside. “It might be a few days before I get to see you again,” she murmured, “so I figured I better finish that story – you know, about me, Kit, and Nicole…”

“Oh, yeah, I really wanted to know what happened,” said Katie. “So, um, Kit’s mum gave you good feelings with her fingers, and you did the same thing for Kit. Then what?”

Melissa was grinning hugely, barely able to restrain her glee. “Well, soon as I caught my breath, I stood up in the tub, put my arms around Nicole and kissed her. And she kissed me back!”

“Wow. Tongues and everything?”

“Yeah,” Melissa replied. “That’s when I knew she wanted to do sex stuff with me, right? So I started unbuttoning her top. She stopped me and said, ‘Let’s get you two dried off, then we’ll go to my bedroom’. Well, that’s what we did.”

By then, Katie’s panties were so wet she could have wrung them out. “And then…?”

“Then Nicole took off her clothes, all of them! Bloody hell, she looked good naked. I wanted to fuck her sooooo bad.”

“Um… d-did you?” Katie asked, her voice a whisper.

“I did,” Melissa replied with a nod. “She lay down on the bed, and I got between her legs and licked her pussy ‘til she came in my face. Kit was there the whole time, watching us. But then things really got crazy. You’ll never guess what happened next.”

Unable to speak, Katie shook her head.

“Nicole did sex with her little girl!”

The revelation hit Katie like a gust of hot wind. “She didn’t.”

“She totally did,” Melissa responded. “Turned out she’d been thinking ‘bout Kit like that for ages, since she was, like, six or so. They sexy kissed for a while, then Nicole got on her back and told Kit to climb on her face, so she could lick her pussy. Which she did.”

“My gosh. Her own mum…!”

Now that she knew such a thing was possible, Katie’s thoughts inevitably drifted to her own mother. She’d been thinking a lot about her of late, especially since their little chat about them both being gay. Some of those thoughts had thrilled Katie, but also made her feel uncomfortable, knowing it was wrong to dream of kissing your mum, of seeing her naked… of touching her body. Now, she wasn’t so sure about that.

Could Mum ever love me like that? the eleven-year-old asked herself. Would she like to?

“Katie!” a new voice came from the back hallway, breaking into her reverie. She turned to look, and saw the little redhead coming to greet her.

“See you later,” Melissa whispered, giving Katie’s shoulder a quick squeeze before moving away to join the others.

“I’m Rayne,” the redhead said as she padded over to Katie, giving her a big hug. “I wanted to be here sooner to meet you, but I was with Miss Cindy, getting to know your mum. She’s really cool – I like her a lot!”

The moment Katie saw Rayne, she felt those butterflies in her tummy. Now they were embracing, and the warmth and softness of the girl’s body against hers only made that feeling stronger. She’d had crushes on girls before, but this was more than a momentary infatuation. In fact, it felt an awful lot like love.

She closed her eyes, made a wish. Please, please, PLEASE let her like girls too! 

Returning the pretty redhead’s hug, Katie did her best to make it seem relaxed and casual, but inside she was bursting with joy.

“I’ll be taking you over to see Miss Cindy and your mom pretty soon,” Rayne said when they finally broke apart, “but I need to change first. Come with me so we can chat?”

It wasn’t really a question, so Rayne took her by the hand and they climbed the stairs together. On the way, Katie detected knowing smiles from some of the other girls. Maybe she wasn’t being that casual after all…

“Are you going to be a Fairy?” Rayne said as soon as they got to her room.

“I totally want to. It’s up to my mum, really.”

Rayne burst into an enormous grin. “You’ve nothing to worry about, then. She’s already said yes!”

Covering her mouth with both hands, Katie squeaked, “She has?”

“Why on earth wouldn’t she? Your mum loves Latchmore! I bet she wants this as much as you do.”

“Yeah, I love it here. I wasn’t sure at first if I’d fit in, but…”

“Oh, you’ll be fine. This place was made for girls like us.”

Gazing into Rayne’s bright green eyes, Katie saw something in them that had her feeling warm all over. “You mean…?”

Rayne nodded before leaning in and putting an arm around her. “That’s right,” she said, “All us fairies are lesbians.”

“Really?” Katie had suspected that Piper and Melissa couldn’t be the only ones who liked girls, but it was a surprise to learn that they all did.

“Yeah, it’s always been like that,” Rayne said, doing a few carefree dance steps around the room. “Our founder, Mommy Charlotte, wanted a family. She didn’t want to get married to have one, though, ‘cos she was gay. But she figured there were lots of girls like her out there, so she made a family of her own, just for them. That’s what the fairies are.”

“But some of the girls are, um, girlfriends, right?”

“Oh, sure. You were hanging out with Melissa and Piper, right?” Katie nodded. “Well, they’re a couple. Crazy in love, those two.”

That caught Katie by surprise. “But… they both kissed me!”

“That’s how things are at Latchmore,” Rayne said. “You can be in love, but it’s still important to share with your sisters. You’re not s’posed to have any girl all to yourself. See, that’s being possessive, and you can get in big trouble for that. Some girls even have to leave the Fairies, ‘cos they can’t handle it when a girl they like makes love with anyone but them.” She slowly shook her head. “That’s not the Latchmore way.”

“Do you, like, have a girlfriend?” Katie asked, not realising until the words left her mouth that she was being totally obvious about her attraction to Rayne. That made her blush.

Thankfully, her new friend didn’t seem to notice. “Not yet,” Rayne replied. “Everyone says sex is even better when you’re really in love.” She giggled. “I can’t wait to find out!”

“I wouldn’t know about that, either,” Katie said with a shy glance. “I mean, I know I like girls, but all I’ve done so far is kissing.”

“Kissing girls is the best. I mean, other girl games are really good too, but kissing is special.”

“I think about sex a lot… but I kinda worry that I won’t do it right.”

“Aw, don’t worry. Figuring stuff out is the fun part – like an adventure. You don’t have to stress out about it, just let things happen.”

“I can do that,” Katie said with a growing confidence.

Rayne nodded and smiled. “I’ve got to take you to Miss Cindy’s office, so she can meet with you and your mum… but we’ve still got some time.” Turning around, she presented her back to Katie, “Can you unzip me?” she said, gesturing to the back of her fairy dress.

Katie’s hand trembled a little as she slowly tugged the zipper down, revealing the smooth skin of Rayne’s back.

Slipping her arms out of the sleeves, Rayne pushed the dress down, taking her time so Katie could see the stretchy fabric slip over her narrow hips, revealing a tight little bum. Katie felt lightheaded, her heart pumping like mad… then she let out a gasp as her new friend bent forward, sliding the colourful material down until the dress ringed her ankles. She stepped out, now completely naked.

“Do you like looking at me?” Rayne said as she turned around to face Katie, biting her lower lip.

“Uh-huh,” was all Katie could say, transfixed by the wondrous sight.

“I like how you look… makes me feel all tingly inside.”

“M-me too.”

A shy smile. “Can I kiss you?”

Katie nodded. “Sure…”

Drawing closer, Rayne extended her arms, and Katie floated into them, fully embracing the nude girl.

When their lips met, it felt like fireworks going off. Katie immersed herself in the warmth of Rayne’s body, the sweet smell of her, the silky soft skin.

Her intoxication only grew as their kiss became more passionate. As lovely as it felt kissing Piper and Melissa, this was even better. Rayne’s tongue was a ribbon of sweetness, beckoning Katie into a dream world where love was everything and everything was love.

As they kissed, she noticed something familiar: a rich, heady fragrance that was somehow different from the floral notes of Rayne’s scent, filling her with a strange hunger. It was a smell she knew, too. Some part of her mind recognised it, despite being out of place. But what is it? she wondered.

A memory from the previous week abruptly flashed into her consciousness. Katie was tucked up in bed and touching herself between the legs, holding a pair of Mum’s dirty knickers she’d filched from the laundry hamper. She was pressing them to her face, giddy with excitement as she breathed in the strong aroma of a woman’s pussy

Now she was confronted by that very same scent on the lips of a young girl. A girl who was kissing her.

It took a moment for Katie to grasp the full significance of what this meant… but once she had, it shocked her to the core.

“You… you and my mum?” Katie gasped between kisses.

“Uh-huh.” Rayne answered.

Of the many surprises Katie had experienced that day, this one shook her hardest. She was confused, not knowing how to respond.

Should I be jealous? Katie asked herself. But Rayne’s words from earlier echoed in her head: That’s not the Latchmore way. 

In fact, the more she thought about Rayne and her mum doing sex, the more excited she felt. After all, you’re supposed to share with your sisters… why not with Mum, too?

“I love your mummy’s pussy,” Rayne whispered, her lips brushing Katie’s ear. “It’s so juicy and sweet. I licked her ‘til she came in my face… and I didn’t wipe my mouth after, ‘cos I wanted you to taste her when we kissed.”

Katie’s knees were weak as Rayne made love to her, tracing kisses over her cheeks and down to her neck. Then she felt the girl’s hands slide down and cup her bottom through the thin cotton of her sundress. She wanted to do the same. Soon she was cupping Rayne’s tight bum as their bodies pressed together.

All the while, Katie was imagining this sexy, adorable girl playing lovely lesbian games with Mum. Now she was in love with the idea. And it had her thinking even more about her mother as a sexual being, wondering, Would she let me do that to her? Put my mouth on her pussy?

She didn’t know. But Katie was certain of one thing: she wanted to. Sex with Mummy. Yeah, I’d like that.

Still, those thoughts were for another time. She had Rayne in her arms, already suspecting they were going to do more than just hug and kiss.

Without a word, Rayne brought one of Katie’s hands to her face, then took two fingers into the moist heat of her mouth. Katie didn’t want to miss a moment, but she had to close her eyes and enjoy the odd but amazing sensation of Rayne’s lips and tongue caressing her fingers. She imagined the girl doing that all over her body, and it made her shiver.

But Rayne was just getting started. Quickly guiding Katie’s hand between her legs, she deftly slipped those moistened fingers into her vagina. Katie was so startled that she nearly jumped away; luckily, she managed to keep still, then felt herself melt as the reality of it sank in. 

I’m… I’m fucking a girl! she marvelled. It’s really happening!

Rayne began to work her hips, falling into a clumsy rhythm. Quickly catching on, Katie began to move her arm in time with Rayne’s pelvic thrusts. She was cautious at first, not wanting to hurt the girl, but it soon became apparent that Rayne had done this kind of thing before.

Katie loved it. She loved the warmth and wetness of Rayne’s mound, especially with her finger sheathed in the older girl’s secret place. The best part, though, was the little gasps that escaped Rayne’s lips with each shuddering pump of their bodies.

Thrilled as she was, Katie felt her excitement soar to new heights when Rayne touched her inner thigh… then that hand began to move upward, beneath the skirt she wore. Katie knew a twinge of fear, but wasn’t about to back down now. Instead, she spread her legs, inviting Rayne to go higher still.

Waiting as those fingers moved closer and closer was a blissful agony. She wanted, needed, ached to be touched between the legs by her new lover.

“Please, Rayne,” she managed to say as the sweet redhead nuzzled her neck. “Oh, p-please!”

She felt the fingers slide across the front of her panties and whimpered. It was lovely, but Katie hungered for more, more!

Suddenly Rayne’s hand slipped into Katie’s knickers, pressing against her vulva. “Ohhhh…” she moaned.

This was it. For the first time, a girl was touching her down there. Her body seemed to buzz with electricity as Rayne explored and caressed her lightly-downed slit.

“Let’s… let’s come together,” Rayne whispered. “God, I’m s-so close!”

“Uh-huh, yeah,” Katie panted. It wouldn’t take much, she was certain. Powerful currents of pleasure crashed and churned inside her, getting steadily wilder until… until…

It came down fast and hard, an orgasm so powerful that Katie had to cling to Rayne to hold herself erect. Was she screaming? No way to tell; there was a roaring in her ears that drowned out everything. She was shaking, all but helpless in the face of such intense ecstasy.

Then, just as those amazing sensations were reaching a peak, she felt Rayne go tense, and knew that  her partner was coming too. Katie clutched the squealing girl, and they rode their shared release together.

Finally, the two exhausted girls fumbled their way over to Rayne’s bed and collapsed on it, still clinging to one another as they caught their breath.

Snuggling with the nude redhead, Katie found herself wishing that she’d also undressed, so they could be naked together. Oh, well, she thought, I’ll take all my clothes off next time.

And there would be a next time. She knew that for certain, and Rayne felt it just as strongly as she did. They had shared something truly special… and to Katie, it felt a lot like love.

On to Chapter Six!

by Kinkychic

Bill was to walk Antoinette home, as he had walked with me when I was a novice. Chantelle gave her a basket of food to take along, and when the girl was safely out the door, poured me a glass of champagne.

I was about to report on my first encounter with our new apprentice, but Chantelle spoke first. “That was so sweet, Francine,” she said. “I can see that she will fit in well.”

“How … how do you know?” I stammered.

“The years you’ve been here, and you don’t know? I can see in every room if I want to. I seldom look but this was different. I wanted to see. I wanted to see how you would do, and whether Antoinette would be suitable or not.”

“But how?” was all I could manage.

“There is a narrow passageway from my room to every other – courtesy of our Spanish host, who designed the place. You should study the large picture in your room.”

“I guess I understand with Antoinette, but why would you be that bothered at how I would do?”

“I have a surprise for you – if you want it, that is. I have respected your wishes when it comes to men, and I know that you’ll never change. I told you that you were getting too old for some of the ladies, although there are still those that love you. Soon you will be sixteen. I trust you and I love you as if you were my own daughter.” She paused to pour herself some wine.

I could not begin to imagine where she was going with this.

“You are my confidante already,” she said, “But I want you to become my assistant. Of course, it will mean longer hours some days, and some evenings. But I would like to be able to take a bit of time off. You would get a wage besides what you bring in yourself. What do you think?”

I could hardly believe what I was hearing. “Chantelle, I’m shocked. Do you really believe I could manage? And what of the older girls? Won’t it upset some of them? I mean, I’m still so young.”

“I wouldn’t have offered you the position if I didn’t think you could manage. Of course you could. As for the girls – well, they come and go. Only one or two have been here longer than you, and they won’t be bothered. There’s only one who I think will object, and I’ve been thinking of dismissing her anyway. I don’t much care for her attitude at times.”

“Davina,” I said.

“There, you see? You’re wiser than you think. Don’t forget that Bill will always be here to help you if you need it. Now tell me, or would you prefer some time to think about it?”

I jumped up and flung my arms around her. “Oh Chantelle, you don’t know how proud you’ve made me. Of course, I don’t need time to think. I’d be honoured to take the position, and I thank you for your faith in me. I do wonder what Mother will say.”

Chantelle laughed. “Oh, I’ve already consulted her. She’s as delighted as you are.”

We clinked glasses. “A prosperous future then, you and I, Francine,” she said.

I returned home on my own. Bill was still off with Antoinette, but the streets had seemed safer of late. I guessed it was the American administration that had improved things. And of course, we lived closer now to the Palacio.

It was true what Chantelle had said: my mother was indeed happy for me. She saw it as my chance to build some security into my life. Veronica was just as pleased for me, but she asked quite a few questions about Antoinette. I sensed that she was worried, and perhaps jealous.

“Veronica, my love, you have no need to worry,” I said. “She’s a sweet little thing, and I think she will fit in. I’m teaching her, but that’s all there is to it, and it’s all there will be, so please don’t be silly.” But I felt a twinge of guilt as I spoke. Antoinette had indeed touched my heart. She was so delightfully naïve, and now Veronica’s words showed me the danger of entangling my work with my emotions.

She looked contrite. “I’m sorry Frances, I should have known better. I just thought of how I saw you when we were the same ages as you and she are now. It was stupid of me.”

When I got to the Palacio the next morning, the first thing I did was to check the painting in my room. At first, I saw nothing, but then, feeling with my hands, I found it. The girl in the picture was quite naked, standing with a parasol in her hand. And there it was – a hole in the black knob at the tip of the ferrule that  was almost invisible until you knew it was there.

Antoinette arrived looking fresh and bubbly. I asked her whether she wanted to walk for a bit, but she shook her head. “I want to go straight to your room. I want you to show me what to do.” Then she lowered her voice, as if afraid someone would hear, and spoke with some urgency: “And I want to come again!”

Well, she certainly seemed to have overcome her shyness. When I suggested we undress, she didn’t hesitate, and she watched my every move. I did not tease her at all, and soon I stood naked before her, inviting her gaze. It was much the same for me. I had felt her beneath her clothes, but I had not yet seen all of her. I found that she was everything I could have hoped for.

Yes, she was young, but her figure had begun to develop – soft curves, well-shaped legs, a pleasantly muscled stomach, and beautiful little breasts with slight pink puffs about the nipples. Her mound was quite pronounced, and adorned with a light sprinkling of blonde hair. Lastly, her pussy – the tightest little slit I had ever seen. No wonder I’d had to keep to one finger when I’d fucked her.

As for myself, I was becoming quite the mature young woman. Many would say my body had achieved the perfect balance between girlishness and adulthood. Nor was this conceit on my part. My profession demanded beauty, and I was fortunate to have it.

I opened my arms to her. “Come here,” I said, and she ran to my embrace. For a while we kissed, pressing our naked flesh together, and I soon found how much she had retained from the previous day.

I dropped my hands to her ass, giving each cheek a soft caress. She clutched at mine in return, and I knew it must be the first time she had ever touched another’s behind. I moved my mouth to her ear. “Be gentle, my sweet,” I whispered. “Urgency comes later.”

She did as I instructed. Her touch became lighter and more pleasant. She began to mirror my movements as I cupped and slightly separated her cheeks. When I slipped a finger gingerly into her crack, she did the same for me. She hesitated when I reached her little rosebud, but not for long. In a moment, her finger was tickling my bumhole. She even pressed when I did.

Both of us had begun to breathe harder. “Shall we go to the bed?” I suggested.

I lay on my back and pulled her alongside. “Prop yourself up with your elbow – yes like that. Now you can see and explore, use your fingers to find where my body responds. Touch me, and when you’re ready, then use your lips and your tongue. Your aim is to drive me mad with your teasing, to make me want you.”

The tiny smile on her face told me she was now completely willing. She had begun a journey of discovery that she eagerly wished to embrace. Her mind was in the right place – but could her skills fulfil her intentions?

Her tongue just showed between her lips as her fingers began to stroke me. Remembering what I had done to her, she began at my neck with beautiful, soft touches that never quite relented. My breasts anticipated her caress, but I resisted the urge to guide her. She must discover the secret for herself.

I involuntarily closed my eyes when her hand covered my breast. She squeezed gently, and my nipples stood to attention. I felt her breath on my neck, followed by the caress of her lips. They worked their way down until they joined her hand. Quick pecks followed, all over my bosom. Her teasing was perfect – it seemed an age before her lips encircled a nipple. She sucked before I felt her tongue flicking me.

My stomach clenched when her hand went lower, her fingers barely touching as they roamed about. I could feel my arousal increasing. It was becoming more difficult to let her play at her own pace.

The palm of her hand passed briefly over my mound, her fingers grazing my pussy lips. I jumped then, and almost started to reach for her. But she lifted her head. “Don’t move,” she said. “Allow me.”

She kissed my belly button, her tongue extended, wet and warm as it dipped inside.

She spread my lips carefully, her face close as she peered into me. She looked up at me but once – a quick glance before her focus returned to my pussy. Her finger went inside, and I clenched wholly at the contact. It stopped her for a second, but she continued as I relaxed.

My need had become desperate. Again I fought with myself, but even then, my hips lifted, bringing her deeper into me. The sensations grew more insistent. She knew to add a second finger before she slowly began to fuck me.

My eyes had screwed tightly closed once more, my hands clutched at my breasts, and I moaned softly as the pressure built within my body. With an effort, I forced it back. I must not climax. Not yet.

Her fingers groped the top of my pussy. She had remembered to search for my clit. Her first touch there sent shivers through me, and I jolted quite noticeably. She chuckled at that, clearly relishing her power over me. Then she was tweaking my clit, followed by a rub.

Suddenly, I could no longer hold back. She had achieved such total control over me that I was desperate to come.

“Now, Antoinette! Make me come! Fuck me harder! Please!”

She did as I entreated. My body spasmed, and I shuddered more violently than I had in some time – even with my beloved Veronica.

Antoinette lay between my legs, her fingers still inside me. Reaching for her, I drew up beside me and took her fingers into my mouth. Her eyes widened in surprise as I licked my juice from her hand. I saved a little, however, and put one finger to her own mouth. “Taste me,” I said. “I think you’ll like it.”

She sucked tentatively, then smiled. “Ooh, that’s nice.”

“That’s nothing, my sweet. You just wait. Now give me a kiss.”

Although I wanted to rest for a bit, I knew that she was aroused and needed my attention. “Are you ready for your next lesson? I think you might be surprised.”

She nodded her head, and the look on her face told me everything. Not only did she want to be taught, she needed to be.

I began by reciprocating what she had done to me, but this time, when I kissed her mound, I carried on down, licking her slit. A look of shock came to her face as my tongue traversed the length of her pussy.

She went on staring as my fingers pulled her open and my tongue went deep. Then I drew my tongue along her opening, and her expression changed to one of sheer pleasure when I reached her clit. I thought she would come right then, she was so wet with arousal, but her slender hips began to rotate beneath my tongue, and her hands took hold of my hair.

I used all of my little tricks, dipping a finger into her pussy and then sliding into her crack, teasing her rosebud, even pushing inside a little way before returning to her pussy. Inside her pussy, I found her pee hole and tickled her there, my tongue never slowing on her clit.

Soon, she was lifting her hips, arching her back and stiffening. And at last, after a long, delicious approach that made me envious of her self-mastery, she came. She emitted a desperate screech, calling my name just as I was splashed in the face. She was squirting on my throat and breast. I wanted to drink it up, but I would not leave her clit. I was determined to keep her going, to break down every vestige of her control, her very identity. And in this I was victorious: I impelled her to three climaxes, each louder and more potent than the last, before leaving her in an incoherent, semi-conscious state. She collapsed into the bed.

Softly, I licked her pussy dry. Not that it mattered, as the bed was soaked. I crawled up alongside her again and kissed her cheek and her forehead, all the while whispering to her how wonderful she had been, though, truly, I was much more pleased with myself.

When she finally opened her eyes, there was a questioning look. “I think I peed. How can that be?”

I just smiled at her. “I thought you would, so I forced you. You had no choice.”

“You wanted me to pee?”

“Mmm, ” I said, rubbing my jaw, which, I noticed, was aching.

“It’s strange,” she said, “but it is very naughty.”

“Some of your ladies will want that. Others won’t. A few will want to do it to you, and you must learn to accept it – even if you don’t like it. We’ll find out soon enough when I come on your face.”

She rested her head on my shoulder, her hand fondling my breast. “Francine, you’re a lovely teacher. I’m glad I have you to help me.”

“Oh yes, every minute of it. Do you mind? I won’t watch anymore if you say so.”

I laughed. “No, I don’t mind, I wouldn’t care if you were in the room with us. Hey now, that’s an idea. Would you like that?”

For the first time ever, I saw Chantelle blush. “You’d let me? God yes, I’d love that, Francine.”

I gave her my most wicked smile. “Well, you’d best keep tomorrow free then.”

***

Antoinette’s mother looked like a lady who had suffered. The lines on her face marred her looks, and I could see she was aged beyond her years.

She was shy before me, too, just as Antoinette had been. She seemed embarrassed but grateful as well, as she accepted the basket I had brought for her. I nodded at Antoinette to leave us, and suggested we go into the small garden. There was a somewhat rickety bench that creaked beneath our weight.

“I can see that you’re worried for your daughter,” I said. “I came to tell you that there’s no need. She’s safe, she’s well liked, and she’ll be well looked-after. She is my protégé, and I shall take responsibility for her. She will come to no harm, that I promise you.”

She looked at me directly, carefully weighing her words. “You are still a child yourself, and yet I find you like an adult, and a clever one at that,” she said. “Annie thinks you are special. I see the high regard she has for you, but I told her to guard her feelings. I think you understand?”

“Yes, of course I understand. I already have a love in my life. I’m not looking for anyone else. I will guide her carefully, and teach her the difference between work and love.”

Some of her misgivings seemed to lift. Her face softened, and she smiled. “I only just met you, but you seem kind.  I feel a bit happier now, although I must say that this is not the life I would have chosen for her.”

I squeezed her hand. “She won’t be exposed to men at all, and the ladies she will see are all carefully chosen. They will not mistreat her in any way. That’s another promise.”

She cried softly, and I heard her whisper, “My little girl.”

I pulled her to me and embraced her. “If you want to come and see the Palacio, you have only to ask. You’ll be welcome.”

“No, I don’t think so,” she replied. “I can live with the knowledge. but I don’t want to see it. I mean no disrespect, but I hope you can understand.”

I told her I could, perfectly.  Then I told her that I would be taking Antoinette to get her some new clothes the next day and invited her to come with us. This time, she did say yes. She would like that.

Antoinette might have been in heaven as she gazed at the colourful fabrics on display at the shoppe of New Orleans’ most fashionable modiste. I selected three dresses for her to try. When she appeared in the first, looking at us apprehensively, her mother gasped. The cut suited her somewhat, but I felt it wasn’t quite right. I sent her to try the next one.

“It does seem to expose a bit too much for her age,” her mother said.

“Not enough, actually,” I replied. “That’s why I rejected that one.”

She was about to speak, but at that moment, Antoinette came back. This time, she looked stunning. The dress emphasised her waist, and the bodice squeezed her nascent titties together into an enticing, if shallow, cleavage.

I clapped my hands with delight. “Perfect! It makes you quite the desirable young lady. Now, all we need is a pair of slippers to make you taller, and some silky underthings.”

Her mother had a hand to her mouth. Again she turned to me. “It’s very revealing, but … if you say it’s right …”

They both blushed at the undergarments I chose. They blushed even more when I asked her to lift her skirts and show us. But she did show us, and she even smiled coquettishly as she did.

When she had gone back to change, her mother took my hand. “I think I’ve said goodbye to my little girl.”

With the new items safely wrapped, a beaming Antoinette and her mother went home. I told Antoinette I would see her at the Palacio in the morning, and she was to wear her new clothes.

Antoinette had never been in the salon, and today I took her in and introduced to the girls. They gave her a warm reception, as they did with every newcomer. I had expected the few raucous wolf-whistles would make Antoinette blush, but to the contrary, she lapped up every moment of it. She clearly felt at home.

Chantelle passed around the champagne, then left me to it as she sat to one side. It was comical for her to see Antoinette take her first drink of sparkling wine, just as it had been when she watched me take mine those few years ago.

Chantelle also took this opportunity to announce my new position. Davina had already gone, and so, again, the response was heartwarming. Everyone looked pleased and expressed their delight for me.

I led Antoinette to my room, and she looked quite startled when Chantelle followed. Tongue in cheek, I told her, “Your final examiner.” Chantelle sat in a corner, though I knew that we’d soon forget she was even there.

I invited Antoinette to sit on the bed.  “Today, I will show you how you should undress,” I told her. “Not always, but in most cases.” I gave her my most beguiling show, explaining the fine points of self-exposure as I proceeded.

Then it was her turn, and she did not disappoint me. Indeed, I was beyond astonished. Where was the girl who had been so shy only a few days ago? She was confident, knowing, and I could not help but feel my arousal mounting. A glance at Chantelle assured me she felt the same.

Antoinette stood before me, naked, awaiting my approval with a slightly apprehensive look. “Come here, you little beast,” I said, and I pulled her with me into the centre of the bed. We kissed and our hands wandered, giving each other wonderful little caresses.

“Are you ready for some fun, something very different?”

“Whatever you say, Francine. Just tell me.”

But I did not tell her. Instead, I guided her to sit on my chest, facing toward my feet. She glanced over her shoulder at me, clearly puzzled, and I grasped her hips, pulled her pretty backside toward my face. Then I gave her back a gentle push until she was lying along my abdomen. Her hindquarters rose, and her pussy came to my mouth. At once, I licked at her slit. She had not yet tasted pussy, except for my juices on her finger. Would she understand? And would she be brave enough to follow?

Of course, I need not have worried. It was only seconds before I could feel her hair tickling my legs, and her warm breath at my centre. I opened her slit as I elbowed her legs further apart, allowing me easier access to her delights.

As I’d expected, I had forgotten Chantelle’s presence, but a rustle of clothes drew my attention. I managed a peek, and was delighted to see her skirts pulled up to her waist, her hand between her spread thighs. She watched us with an intensity I did not remember ever seeing in her before. The sight of her moving hand only served to increase my arousal.

Antoinette recaptured my attention. Her fingers played with my lips for a few moments before she eased them inside, her other fingers firmly exposing my clit. She paused in her movements, however, as my lips encircled her own clit, and I knew what was going through her mind. I willed with all my might: “Please Antoinette. Take that step.”

I had long been used to the feeling, and yet still I jolted when her lips touched my pussy. It always felt so very wonderful. I sucked her quite hard, and she did the same for me, and then we both lapped at each other. She was mirroring my movements exactly.

I set her a challenge. I put a finger to her rosy bumhole, teasing and tickling and getting it nice and wet with the juice from her pussy. She tried to emulate me, but found it difficult to penetrate the crack of my ass. It was a long few seconds before she struck upon the solution of lifting my legs, passing her arms through and tucking them back. Such a clever girl!

I expected her fingers there, but got her tongue instead, licking and tickling my tight hole. Her fingers remained at my clit. I eased a finger into her and was rewarded when she pushed back, taking my finger ever deeper into her burning ass.

She responded by pushing her tongue until it entered me. I had always loved that feeling – that first irruption into my ass – but this sensation was wholly new.  Somehow, Antoinette had succeeded without having first opened me with her fingers. I had learned long ago that I could come when my ass was fingered, but I had never climaxed with a tongue there.

I sucked her clit, I fucked her ass, and I knew that she was close.

I focussed my mind on her fingers. They went from my clit to deep within my pussy, then back again, as her tongue snaked into my rear.

Finally, she tickled my pee hole, and I knew what she expected – what she wanted.

It was almost time. I fucked her ass faster, rubbed her clit harder, and pressed my tongue further up her cunt. The motion of her fingers became more erratic, but she did not falter.

I let myself go, and in seconds my body shook with my release, and I spurted profusely. She came then, shaking violently and forcing herself down on me. Her own flood hit me harder than I expected. I was drowning, struggling to breathe and swallow, her pussy flush against my lips, her pee filling my mouth and nose.

I pushed her up, for I had to breathe, but still I was coming. I could have died then, drowned or suffocated, but I would only have traded one heaven for another. I came harder than I could remember. On and on it went, one orgasm flowing into another.

In the end, I collapsed, with Antoinette an inert object on top of me.

Chantelle’s voice came from directly above us. “My lovely girls, so beautiful, so very lovely,” she said. “Will you let me lie with you?” She stood naked beside the bed, and her body was as inviting as the day she had first disrobed in my presence. I raised my hand and guided her down.

She came alongside, and I spoke in her ear. “We’ve discovered an angel.”

“Francine, there are two angels here, and it was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, watching them make love.”

I reached for her pussy but found Antoinette had arrived first. I placed my hand over hers, and we both pressed. Antoinette’s smile was wicked. She arched an eyebrow, and then we both lowered our heads, each of us taking a breast in her mouth.

Chantelle was soon in paradise. I had long been her favourite, but now she had another. Antoinette was almost exactly as I had been a few years ago. More forward, perhaps, and more desperate to please, but with the same zeal to learn.

Between us, we drove Chantelle wild, roving across her body, licking and sucking. One moment her breasts, then her ass, her pussy and clit. We rolled her over and loved her from every direction. We took it in turns to fuck her in every possible way.

When she started to come, my tongue was in her ass. Antoinette was sucking her clit, we both had fingers in her pussy, and our eyes were only inches apart.

She looked at me in triumph, knowing she had done well. I knew, too, that I had met my match. This girl was extraordinary, and she would earn us a fortune. Of that I was sure.

At last, we lay still, gasping and spent. No one needed to speak. What was there to say? Chantelle had never reached such heights of ecstasy, and Antoinette and I knew it had been a pinnacle of sexual congress.

She leaned across Chantelle’s body, and our lips met. Then she pulled back a little. “Did I give satisfaction?”

I stared at her, totally dumbfounded. One minute this girl had been so timid and afraid. Now – what? She was the most sexually voracious girl I had ever encountered, one whose skills were commensurate with the sort of experience she did not possess.

“What happened, Antoinette? How –?”

She laughed. “Yes, I was frightened. I did not want to be here – not truly, in my heart. But when you made love to me, I experienced something I could never have imagined. You gave me a pleasure I did not know was possible. I came alive, and I want more.”

Antoinette was an immediate success. Word of her youth, her beauty, and her forwardness soon spread among ladies of high standing, several of whom competed against for the right to lie with her first. This was not our way, in general, but the ladies were adamant. The winning bid was the highest sum ever paid to the Palacio for a one-to-one encounter.

I handed Antoinette a fistful of guineas, trying to mask my excitement. Astonishment showed on her face. “Is there some mistake? How much is here? It’s a fortune!”

“No, my sweet. There’s no mistake. Ten guineas and here are two more – your lagniappe from the lady.”

“But, Francine, twelve guineas! That’s more than my brother earns in a year. How can this be?”

“Don’t question it,” I told her. “Just enjoy it. You won’t get that much for one fuck again.”

Certainly, she did not, as this was an unheard of amount. But in a short time, she would command the highest fees ever seen at the Palacio. She would also earn the sobriquet I gave her the day I first ate her pussy. I had only meant to tease her with it, but her clients and her fellow whores all agreed it suited her. She became known as the Little Beast.

On to Chapter Seven!

Go here for a guide to the women and girls who populate “Sweet Poppy.” To get a thumbnail summary of the plot, please check out the Chapter Links.

 

by Joe Dornish

By the time our limousines made it back to Kiki’s and our pack of scantily-clad females emerged into the cool of the evening, we were in the giddiest mood imaginable, ready for anything to happen.

It didn’t take long for us to get started, either. “Off with that dress!” Mum told me as soon as the front door closed behind us.

“I would’ve taken it off in the limo,” I said, pausing to tug that sexy little black dress up and over my head,  “if the driver wasn’t a bloke.”

“Ooooh, too bad it wasn’t a lady driver! We could’ve all got undressed!” Lilly exclaimed.

“A sex party on wheels,” said Nicole, rolling her eyes heavenward. “Be still, my heart.”

Kiki nodded, wearing a wicked grin. “Now that’s an excellent idea. Next time, I’ll hire a limo with a lesbian behind the wheel, and we can fuck our way through London.” I liked the sound of that.

We were all given fresh drinks and spent a while just hanging out and chatting. Since we were celebrating my birthday, I was already the centre of attention, but being the only one in their underwear was a real thrill for me. I loved it when they looked at me with desire, especially the adults, and soon found myself doing a lot of teasing and flirting.

Mum had awakened me to the power of my sexuality, how it affects those around me. Now I was making full use of that power, hopefully getting everyone in the mood to fuck.

Kiki came over and whispered to me, “So, Poppy… we’ve got maybe forty-five minutes before our next little game. Ready to give your mum her big surprise?”

“Yes, please!” I said.

This was the one part of the evening I’d been allowed to plan. Since Mum was so incredibly turned on by little girls, I’d arranged for the four youngest in our group – Nicole’s daughter Evie, Chrissie’s five-year-old twins Lola and Lexi, and my little sister Lilly – to share a bed with her at the same time. They were all incredibly cute, they loved sex with older women, and Mum had been gasping for a chance to play with the twins. She’d never had it off with a girl that young before.

“Jolly good,” Kiki replied. “Give me a half a mo to gather up the little ones and spirit them away. When I give the signal, tap on your glass to get everyone’s attention. The girls will be in my room, naked and ready to play.”

Off she went and gathered up the girls, sneaking them away one by one. Naturally, Kiki had spoken to the girls and their mothers beforehand. The little ones were super excited to be in on this sexy surprise, while Chrissie and Nicole engaged Mum in conversation, so she didn’t notice that some of the girls had gone missing.

When I was ready to speak, I got up on a chair – first taking my heels off – and tapped my glass with a fork.

Mind you, I’d never been one for speaking to a group of people, even at school – so yeah, I did feel a bit jittery. Then it occurred to me: I’d fucked or been fucked by everyone there. That sort of took the edge off speaking to them in my knickers and a top you could practically see through. And before long, they’d see a lot more of me.

“I just wanted to say… thank you to everyone for making my day so special. And you look totally hot, all of you. This is the sexiest, best birthday ever!”  They all clapped and then I carried on. “Um, so I think Kiki and Henri should get a BIG round of applause setting all this up, and letting us use their beautiful home,”

Well, that nearly brought the roof down. Everyone cheered and went crazy, stomping their feet and yelling.

When it died down, I continued. “But I also want to give a massive thank you to the best mum in the world, who I love in every way possible.” I went over and kissed her. “Mum, you are awesome… and I couldn’t think of a better way of showing how much you mean to me than this.” I took her hand. “Come with me.”

I led my mother to Kiki’s bedroom, her hand in mine. I didn’t look back, but I knew that everyone was  following us. Somebody whispered, “What’s she up to?” I just grinned, picturing Mum’s response when she got her surprise.

When I opened the bedroom door, the four little ones were on the bed and waiting, big smiles on their faces and completely naked. When Mum saw them, she gasped and covered her mouth, then Lilly jumped up, ran over to where she stood and exclaimed, “Surprise, Mummy! We’re your gift from Poppy.”

Wrapping both arms around Lilly, Mum gave her a great big hug, “Oh, my precious, precious child. I love you so much.” Then she turned to me, her eyes smouldering with lust. “As for you…” She drew me into a rough, heated kiss that stole my breath away. “I’ll be thanking you properly later on.”

“I don’t know about that, Heather,” said Nicole, studying the girls. “You may not be able to walk by the time this lot is done with you!”

Glancing over towards the bed, I could see what she meant. Evie was practically bouncing where she sat, while the twins were looking at Mum as if she was a scrumptious dessert and they hadn’t tasted anything sweet in weeks.

“All right, ladies,” Kiki called, briskly clapping her hands, “let’s take this back to the living room so Heather can enjoy her surprise!”

We obligingly exited the bedroom. I looked back just as the door was closing, and smiled to see that Mum was already halfway out of her dress.

Henri sidled up to me as we made our way through the house. “That was a nice thing you did for your mum, Poppy. She was thrilled to bits, I’d say!”

“Yeah. She deserves it, too.”

“True. So… d’ya fancy doing something else nice?”

I paused just outside the living room. “Well, sure. What did you have in mind?”

“Your mum told me you spoke to her about my… naughty side.”

“It’s okay that she told me some stuff, right? I was interested.”

“Of course it’s okay. I think your mum is right, though – for now, maybe it’s best you don’t get involved. It can get pretty intense.”

“What was it you wanted to do, then?”

“Oh, yeah. Um, later tonight, I’d really love to get a bit of one on one time with all the adults, just them and me. I was hoping you and Lottie would take charge out here with everyone else… y’know, while I have a little fun. Would that be okay?”

“Sure, I’d love to help. Don’t worry, we’ll play sexy games and have all the girls eating pussy by the time you get back!” I giggled.

“You’re the best, Poppy. Thank you.”

“So, erm, what will you be doing? Can I ask?”

Her eyes were dancing with excitement. “I’m going to pretend to be a naughty schoolgirl, and they will be the teachers who punish me. I’ll get my bum spanked and stuff, then they’ll fuck me. Sounds freaky and weird, I guess… but it’s sooooo much fun when you get used to it. Definitely not for the little ones, though.”

“Yeah, I get that! I’m sure it’s fun and everything for you… but, er, I think I’ll pass.”

Henri gave me a pat on the bum as we joined the others in the living room. “I don’t blame you, Poppy. Stick to what you know for now.”

***

An hour or so later, Kiki’s dining table had been moved against the wall, and most of the chairs had been taken away. The result was a big open space with plenty of room to unwind… and enough space for fifteen women and girls to enjoy a full-on orgy. One chair remained in the centre of the room, the one I’d been seated in when Celeste went down on me before we went out to dinner. I figured Kiki had left that chair where it was so we could play a few more turns of Draw a Name.

We were waiting for Mum and the girls to return before the real fun got started, but things were definitely starting to heat up. Henri had put some music on, and Nicole and Lottie were dancing. Lottie had removed her dress and was dancing in nothing but a small black G-string and heels. They were dancing in a very sexy way, grinding their bodies together. Mia and I were watching them in between kisses and caresses. I loved the feel of the silk stockings she wore, and kept running my hands up and down her legs.

Suddenly the little ones came racing out into the main room, all of them still naked, Mum followed soon after. She’d put her dress back on for some reason, but couldn’t conceal that freshly fucked look.

She sat down next to Mia and me. “So how was it?” I asked her.

“Words fail me, sweetie,” Mum answered. “Honestly, it was just sheer bliss. All those little hands and mouths, making love to me at once…” She fanned herself with her hand. “I’m still weak at the knees. It was the loveliest gift imaginable, Poppy, and I adore you for giving it.”

I was about to say something soppy when I heard the buzzer for the gate. As far as I knew, all the guests were there… but when a hush went around the room, I could tell that something special was about to happen, and it was probably a surprise for me.

Kiki opened the door to reveal a very tall blonde woman. She was stunningly beautiful, in her early twenties, with a figure to die for. As she entered, Kiki took her long mac style coat and hung it up. The woman was wearing a tight black cocktail dress, black mesh stockings and stilettos. I thought she looked like a catwalk model.

She followed Kiki across the room, and my heart began to pound like crazy. This sexy stranger was heading my way, and there I was in skimpy undies, my pearl-adorned pussy on full show.

I stood up to be polite; Mia did too.

“Poppy, this is Erin,” said Kiki.

I offered my hand, but she kissed me on both cheeks instead. With a big warm smile, Erin said, “It’s lovely to meet you, Poppy, I’ve heard so much about you… and let me say that you’re even more beautiful than I expected. Oh, and happy birthday!”

Lola and Lexi were half-hiding behind their mothers, peeking at the newcomer. Evie wasn’t hiding, but she did have a hand over her slit. As for Lilly, she didn’t seem to be bothered. In fact, she appeared to be very interested in our guest. But Erin didn’t take any notice of the others – which was sort of odd, considering how they were dressed – or undressed!.

“Thank you,” I said, feeling myself blush as everyone watched us. Something was about to happen, but what could it be?

“Are you really only eleven?” Erin asked. “I thought you were older at first.”

“Um… it’s the heels and the makeup, I guess?”

She nodded. “Those are great shoes. And I love your chain harness, you look divine in it.”

“Aw, thanks. You look wonderful, too. Are you a friend of Kiki’s?”

“I am. Kiki and I go a long way back. But tonight, it’s you I’ve come to see.”

I’d suspected that to be the case, but it wasn’t enough to keep me from squeaking, “Me?” like I couldn’t believe it.

Erin laughed. “Yes, you. Tell me, Poppy… have you ever had a lap dance?”

I didn’t even know what that was, but something told me I was going to like it very much. “No, I haven’t.”

“We’d better set that straight then, hadn’t we? Come along, love.”

She took my hand, led me to the chair and sat me down. Everyone gathered around, standing back far enough to give us some room. I looked up at Mum, a surprised shiver racing through me when I saw her holding a video camera, recording this.

Erin bent down and whispered in my ear, “I’m going to dance for you, love. Normally there’s a no-touching rule… but since you’re not a fella, I’ll let you do it. I may touch you, too, if that’s okay.”

“That’s very okay,” I beamed.

She kissed me on the forehead, “Kiki’s right, you are very sweet. Okay… just relax.”

She gave a thumbs up and the music started. It was a dance track, played extremely loud. Erin walked around my chair and stood behind me, gyrating and running her hands over my chest. Everyone was cheering and clapping, shouting things that I couldn’t hear over the music. Erin came round the front and bent over, wiggling her bum at me. Her dress rode up, and I saw her stocking tops.

She danced and swayed around the space we had cleared, going over to different people, dancing right in front of them and even rubbing her body against theirs. She even went over to the four little ones and danced for them. Lilly grinned up at Erin as if she wanted to crawl right under her skirt, and though Lexi and Lola were still nestled against their mum, they seemed a lot less timid than before.

Erin executed a perfect spin, then slowly peeled the dress off, revealing a lace bra and tiny French knickers. I was hypnotised by her. The way she did everything in time to the music while always keeping her moments slow and sensual really did my head in. I was sure there would be a great big puddle in the chair when she was done with me.

I was just building up the courage to touch her when Erin suddenly straddled me, putting one leg on either side of mine so her crotch was inches away from my face. She wiggled and swayed and bent like a willow. I put a hand on her leg, and she smiled at me. Then I began to caress both thighs, running my hands over them.

Giving me a wink, she reached behind, unclasped her bra and carelessly tossed it away to cheers from the crowd. Erin’s generous breasts were now bare but for black tassels dangling from her nipples. Her eyes seemed to be daring me to be bold, so I reached out and played with the tassels, then covered those amazing tits with both hands. Gosh, that was exciting, feeling her up like that while she danced for me.

Turning back to the others, Erin began to work the small but very excited crowd, making those tassels spin like crazy. It was totally awesome! She worked her way around the dance floor, gliding, strutting and flirting with everyone. At one point, she paused to stroke Lilly’s face, and I thought my little sister might go into a swoon on the spot.

Moving back to the centre, Erin made a big deal of easing her French knickers off, leaving her in just a tiny g-string. She tossed those warm panties to Mia, who immediately pressed them to her face and inhaled deeply. Then Erin moved toward me, doing a lewd strut that made my mouth water.

At my age, I’d seen lots of women I thought of as sexy, but I’d never been exposed to a woman quite like Erin, who knew how to harness the pure power of sex and make it work for her. She must drive the blokes bleeding mental when she performs for them, I told myself, though I liked to think that she preferred to dance for other women.

She certainly seemed to be into it as she ground her body into mine for a long while, pressing all her bits against me. I felt her bum and boobs for a bit and touched her pussy a few times, but mostly I just sat back and enjoyed what Erin was doing.

The best bit was when I finally got to peel off her g-string, slowly revealing a beautiful shaved pussy. She was so close, I could smell her scent. Then, while I was breathing it in, Erin shoved me back into the chair and stuffed the g-string into my mouth.

God, I could taste her! Right then, I’d have given anything to get my face between Erin’s legs.

Once again, she moved around the room, showing her body off, bending over and giving everyone a good view of her cunt. A few times, she even reached back and spread the cheeks of her arse, putting her bumhole on display. She even did that for Lola and Lexi, and they squealed with delight. By then, the twins were whispering to each other, their shyness was completely gone. I knew what they wanted, too – an hour or two in bed with this incredible woman. By then, we all did.

The finale was amazing. Erin laid on the floor at an angle so we could all see, then began to rub her clit with one hand and finger herself with the other. There was a pink vibrator nearby with the rest of her things, and she picked it up, turned it on, then shoved the length of it in her cunt and fucked herself hard.

Mum and Henri were openly masturbating, and I noticed others shifting about and looking like they would be touching themselves soon. Even better, Nicole had both arms wrapped around Lottie, a hand buried in her eldest daughter’s shorts as they watched the show.

As Erin thrust the vibrator in and out of herself with increasing ferocity, she began to tremble. Then she let loose with a sharp scream, and oh my gosh, she just exploded. A gush of liquid shot out of her pussy with such force that we all jumped. It must have gone six feet or more, narrowly missing Emma and Beth. Mind you, I’m sure they wouldn’t have minded if it had soaked them.

Erin squirmed through a shuddering orgasm, then got to her feet and took a bow to rapturous applause. Strutting back to where I sat, she gave me a deep, sexy kiss with her tongue, then whispered, “God, you’re so fucking hot, little girl.”

“Thank you,” I replied, suddenly bashful. “I… I love how you dance.”

What Erin did next surprised me more than anything. She padded over to where her things were and retrieved a black leather handbag. Fishing about inside, she took out a business card.

She handed it to me. “Okay, I must be crazy to do this… but here, this has my number. I’ve never been with a girl as young as you, but, well… you’re pretty hard to resist. So if you’d ever like to hang out sometime, call me.” She was actually blushing!

I was totally chuffed. This hot, sexy stripper had just given eleven-year-old me her number! All I could say was, “Thanks, I’ll call you.” She gave me a saucy wink, then went to gather up her things.

It would’ve been lovely to have Erin stay, but she had somewhere else to be that evening. “A bachelor party,” I heard her tell Kiki with a sigh. “Won’t be nearly as fun as this was.” Erin made her way to Kiki’s downstairs bathroom to tidy herself up before she left.

When I told Mum about Erin giving me her number, she was as shocked as I was, but did agree we could invite her over for dinner one evening. Lilly was so excited that she was doing a dance of her own.

Kiki suddenly clapped her hands to get everyone’s attention. “Okay, time to get this party started,” she said, Ladies, if you’re wearing a dress, remove it now. Everyone is to be in their undies or completely nude from this point on!”

There were wolf whistles and laughter as the women and girls began to abandon their clothes. Within a couple of minutes, everyone was now at least topless and about half were wearing knickers of one kind or another.. Me, Mia, Nicole and Emma were the only ones wearing stockings. Mine and Nicole’s were black, Mia’s white and Emma’s natural. I was the only one with a suspender belt, which made me feel special.

When everyone had stripped and the noise had died down, Kiki spoke up again. “It’s time for the next round of Draw a Name! Chrissie, you got called up last time, so it’s your turn to draw from the bag.”

Chrissie came over to the empty chair where Kiki and Henri stood on either side. She was wearing high heels and red, see-through bikini-style knickers. She stuck her hand into the bag that Henri was holding and passed the folded piece of paper to Kiki, who smiled when she saw it.

“The names on the card are… Lola and Lexi!”

Everyone clapped and encouraged the twins, who went skipping happily over to their mother, not quite sure what was happening. Chrissie knelt down to their height and spoke to them. We couldn’t hear what she was saying but the twins’ eyes lit up. Then Chrissie straightened, slipped her knickers off and sat on the chair with her bum perched near the edge of the seat.

“Come on, girls – show everyone how you make Mummy come,” Chrissie glanced up at the assembled group and smiled. “Lucky me, I get to experience this nearly every day!”

The twins were already naked, and when one knelt down to kiss her mother’s pussy she had to stick her bum out, giving all of us a good look at her pretty pink holes. Meanwhile, her twin – I still couldn’t tell them apart – went for Chrissie’s clit.

So there they were, two adorable naked five-year-olds, making love to their mummy with all the childlike enthusiasm I‘d experienced with them that same morning.

I was ready for everyone to see my cunt, so I carefully slipped out of my pearl string knickers and put them on a nearby bookshelf. Now all I had on was stockings, heels and that sexy chain harness. Perching on the arm of an overstuffed chair, I began to rub my clit.

Kiki approached me and said, “Would the birthday girl like some help?”

“Oh yes, please!”

She knelt down in front of me, I bent my knees a little and she licked my slit while I watched the twins bring their mother off. I came quickly and hard on Kiki, who was fingering me while her tongue worked its magic. The smell and sounds of sex filled the room as Chrissie and several others had orgasms.

I felt like being wild, so when I came, I cried out, “Lick my cunt… oh yeah, lick my fucking cunt!” It felt so deliciously naughty, swearing like that in front of grown-ups. Mind you, getting oral sex in front of an audience seemed perfectly normal to me by then.

When Chrissie had recovered, she got to her feet. Everyone gave them a round of applause, then the twins took a bow, and we clapped even harder.

Kiki took the floor again, “Right then, everyone… I think it’s high time we got down and dirty!” There was loud cheering and whistling, then Henri, who was completely naked, stepped forward carrying two strap-on cocks. She handed one to Kiki, then mother and daughter stepped into the harnesses, buckling them around their waists. Kiki’s was purple like the one I owned, while Henri’s was bright pink.

Once the dildos were securely in place, Kiki smiled at my mum. “Heather, are you ready?”

“Oh, yes,” Mum said, taking off her knickers. Now nude, she came forward. “Let’s do this.”

I felt a rush of heat surge through me. Mum was going to do a sex show with Kiki and Henri!

“Henrietta, darling, let’s get her lubed up,” said Kiki, squirting a dollop of clear, thick liquid into her hand from a small green bottle, which she passed to Henri. Kiki rubbed the fluid into Mum’s cunt from behind, though I noticed that she dabbed some in the crack of her arse, too. Henri was massaging my mother’s vulva from the front, taking the opportunity to share a few heated tongue kisses with her.

Mum was in ecstasy, letting herself be kissed, fondled and felt up. Watching her, I was getting worked up myself. Oh sure, I’d just had an orgasm moments ago, but somehow my hand still managed to find its way between my legs.

Kiki took Mum in her arms for a passionate kiss, then bent her over. I was surprised how flexible my mother was, she managed to fold herself all the way forward and grab both ankles while still standing, presenting her anus and pussy to us all. Clutching Mum’s hips, Kiki wasted no time sliding the purple dildo into her.

“Oh! Oh, yes, Kiki. That’s it, lover.”

With her usual grace and elegance, Kiki fucked Mum with slow, steady strokes for awhile, then she made way for Henri, who was much more forceful, her belly slapping against Mum’s arse with every thrust.

They fucked Mum in a variety of positions to warm her up, then Kiki got Mum on all fours. This time, instead of putting the dildo in her pussy, she slipped in her bum! Mum was taking the purple dildo an inch at a time, and it was plain to see how much she loved it. She had a hand between her legs rubbing her clit as Kiki eased her cock in further and further.  When the dildo was all the way inside Mum’s arse, she gave a long, low moan that made me shiver with excitement.

That was when Henri came over to me, still sporting that big pink willy. I remember thinking that it must feel awfully weird having something like that dangling between your legs all the time. It was glistening with Mum’s fluids, and I hoped Henri would ask if I wanted a taste.

Instead, she offered me something far better. “Would you like to put this on and use it to fuck your mum? She wants it in the cunt and bum at the same time.”

I was about to jump up screaming, “Yes!” but then something occurred to me. “Um, I’d love to… but, well, I’ve got no idea how to use it. I’ve never worn one.”

“Oh, it’s easy-peasy,” Henri said. “All you have to do is strap it on, then lie down on the carpet. Your mum will do the rest.”

I went from hesitant to eager in a flash. “Cool! Okay, I’m in.”

“You will be, too!” Henri said, grinning as she unfastened the harness. “Oh, by the way, this thing has an extra bit that goes inside you when you wear it. You’ll be fine – it’s not very big.”

While Henri helped me get the apparatus fastened round my waist, Mum was getting fucked hard in the bum by Kiki. Looking around, everyone was either touching themselves or someone else. Lottie and Nicole knelt next to each other, each with a hand between the other’s legs. Lilly and Evie were sitting on the floor, legs wide open and masturbating.

The short, bulbous bit of the strap-on did go in me easily, especially as I was so wet, and it already had Henri’s juices all over it. “Hell’s bells, this feels weird!” I exclaimed. “But I kinda like it.”

“Nice, eh? Sometimes you can get yourself off while you’re fucking someone else.”

Henri helped me lie down on my back, and Kiki took that as her cue. She withdrew from Mum, and they came over to me.

“Hey, sweetie, having fun?” Mum asked as she knelt astride me, leaning down for a kiss.

“Soooo much fun, Mum. Best birthday ever!”

“I’m glad you’re enjoying it – I am too. Listen, in a minute, there’s going to be a grand finale, with you as the star.”

“Me? Gosh, what’s going to happen?”

“D’you recognise the purple dildo Kiki’s wearing?”

“Yeah, it looks like the one I have at home.”

“It is yours! My idea is that we’ll put on a Webb Family sex show for everyone here. I’ll fuck you with your dildo, while you eat your sister’s pussy. How does that sound?”

“Wow, that sounds totally awesome!”

Mum laughed. “I thought you’d say that. But before that happens, are you ready to fuck me?”

“Absolutely! So, er, what do you want me to do?”

“Just lay right where you are, sweetie.”

I couldn’t see what she was doing but I felt Mum reach down between her legs and fiddle with the dildo I wore. As she moved about and carefully mounted it, the bulbous end moved about inside me – and I gasped at how that felt. “Okay, Kiki,” Mum said. “I’m ready.”

Kiki’s face appeared over my mother’s shoulder, her brow furrowed in concentration. Mum waited, then her eyes went wide as Kiki’s cock pushed into her arse. “Ohhhhhhh,” Mum groaned. “That’s it.” She began to move on top of me.

Everyone had formed a circle around us, watching the action unfold. I was looking up at Emma’s lovely orange bush, glistening with her juices as she circled her clit with a finger. Mia had both arms wrapped around Evie, smiling at me while she masturbated her little sister.

Up above me, Mum was making noises I was very familiar with. She was close to getting off, I could tell that much. She and Kiki were moving in the same rhythm, each stroke moving the dildo. And each time it moved, the bit inside me moved too.

The feeling was fast becoming very pleasurable. I wondered, If it was just me and Mum fucking, there’d be a way for her ride this thing and bring me off, too. I made a mental note to try it later. Maybe Mia and I could also fool around with it.

I could hear orgasms kicking off around us, I couldn’t see her, but I heard my little sister coming, as well as one other child and at least a couple of adults.

“Oh God, I’m c-c-coming! Ohhhhhhhh!” Mum shrieked. Her body jerked, and a jolt of pleasure shot through me as the bulb inside my vagina jerked too. Now my mother was shaking in tiny little quivers, and she actually dribbled on me a little. Thanks for that, Mum, I thought, wiping it off my face. I was smiling, though..

Kiki finally pulled out of my mother’s arse, then Mum raised herself up from me, my dildo popping out of her cunt with a juicy sound. Now on her knees, she gave me a deep tongue kiss, then whispered, “Ready for the grande finale?”

“Uh-huh, I’m ready.”

Kiki unfastened the strap-on and said, “I’ve got to wash this off. Be right back.” And she padded from the room.

Why’s she doing that? I wondered, but didn’t say anything. I asked Mum later, though, and she told me something I didn’t know: you should never put a sex toy into your vagina if it’s just been used for anal, not without cleaning it first. Otherwise, you could get a nasty infection.

Soon Kiki emerged with the freshly scrubbed dildo and handed it to Mum. While she was putting it on, I took mine off. My sister Lilly had joined Mum and me, now naked and looking very thrilled indeed.

Kiki faced our audience. “Ladies, we’ve saved the best for last. In case you haven’t noticed, our little birthday girl Poppy isn’t quite as innocent as she looks.”

Shaking the chain harness I was still wearing, I said, “You call this looking innocent?”

“Ha! You’ve got me there, darling. Not so innocent tonight, that’s for sure. Speaking of which, are you ready?”

“Yup, I’m ready,” I said. I was excited and not nervous at all. I’d fucked myself with that purple dildo loads of times by then, and I could always count on Mum to know what she’s doing when it came tt sex..

“Ladies, I present to you…The Webb Family in a beautiful display of incestuous love, featuring Poppy Webb’s first time on the receiving end of a strap-on!”

There was a round of applause with lots of encouragement and excited oohs and ahhs. Mum led Lilly and me over to where a big comfy pile of cushions had been spread out on the floor. We laid down together and began to share kisses and caresses.

Soon we were getting sexual, sucking each other’s nipples and touching pussies, warming ourselves up as well as the crowd. They especially loved it when Lilly finger fucked me and Mum at the same time.

When she thought I was ready, Mum gently laid me on my back. “Once we’ve started, I’ll get Lilly to sit on your face,” she whispered.

I shook my head, giving my sister a lustful look. “No. I want her pussy now.”

Mum had to smile at that. “Okay, sweetie.” I knew how happy it made her, having daughters who loved each other the way Lily and I did… even if our love wasn’t as strong until we started having sex.

Lilly quickly straddled my face. There it was, the familiar scent and sight of my little sister’s cunt. Her eyes were filled with delight as she gazed down at me, using two fingers to part her puffy lips.

I licked the tiny button of Lilly’s clit as Mum’s fingers probed my pussy. Then I felt the cool caress of lube being applied to my vulva, followed by the tip of the dildo as it nudged past the entrance of my vagina. Mum grasped the back of my knees, lifting them up and apart, penetrating me deeper.

I could feel the close presence of the crowd, gathered in a tight circle around us. Emma was standing close by, near enough for Lilly to lean sideways and bury her mouth in those fiery orange pubes.

Mum carefully eased the dildo inside me, far more slowly than I did when using it on myself. When I first tried the toy with Mum and Henri, it looked and felt huge, but after a few weeks of practice I was well used to the size and had come to love the feeling of my vagina being completely full. I remembered Henri telling me, “My advice is to use it as often as you can.” Now I found myself wondering if her motive had been to prepare me for this evening.

My head swam as the dildo slid in and out, going a bit further each time. Finally I heard a gasp from the crowd, then Mum saying, “There… all the way in, nice and easy.”

Then she really started fucking me. The rhythm built up faster and Mum’s strokes were harder than I’d ever done to myself. My legs were now pushed right back over my shoulders, and Lilly was helping Mum by gripping my ankles while she fed me her cunt. In this position, which Mum called the pile driver, I could really feel the dildo going deep, deeper than I’d been able to manage by myself.

After fucking me like this for a bit, Mum switched us about. First she got on her back and I rode her cowgirl style, while Lily sat on Mum’s face. I enjoyed that a lot. It gave me the ability to take as much or as little of the dildo as I wanted, plus I could play with clit easily. Lilly was facing me, so we kissed like lovers and touched each other everywhere we could reach.

Soon I went off in an orgasm, as did Lilly – and several of the others who were watching. Nicole’s climax was especially loud; she had Emma’s twelve-year-old daughter Beth licking her clit while she took in the lewd sex show we were putting on.

I was still on the tail end of my climax when Mum moved me into the last position, on all fours. I’d never tried masturbating that way with the dildo before, so it was a new sensation. I was quickly learning that being penetrated felt different nearly every time, depending on the angle and position I was in. At that particular moment, I was on top of my sister in a sixty-nine while Mum was doing me from behind.

Even though I was still recovering from that last orgasm, my sexual appetite came roaring back as Lilly sucked my clit and Mum pounded me with the purple dildo. By then, I’d forgotten anyone was watching me. The world was reduced to two things: the hot, hard tug and thrust taking place in my vagina, coupled with the sweet taste and earthy scent of my baby sister’s pussy.

It all got a bit hazy for a while. I’m not sure how it finished up, but I remember lots of shouts and cheering.

Someone was touching me. At first, I thought it was Mum, but it was Emma and Kiki who helped me up and practically had to almost carry me over to the sofa. Mia, who was stripped off to her white lace top hold-ups, was seated at one end. The gentle hands of my adult lovers laid me down so my head was resting in her lap, then draped a blanket over my exhausted body.

Mia gazed down at me, her beautiful face radiant with love. “Shhhh… time to sleep,” she whispered, stroking my hair.

I drifted off, serenaded by the sounds of lesbian sex taking place around me.

On to Chapter 21!