Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

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 young lesbians. To prove the point, Cindy brings in an enchanting young thing named Rayne, who engages in hot sapphic sex with Amanda. Afterward, Rayne seeks out Katie, and they have a lovely time together.

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 before returning to Cindy’s office, where Katie’s mother Amanda is also waiting. Things get interesting very fast… but the best is yet to come. Read on, readers.

by C. Cat

Amanda stood naked before her daughter Katie, who sat in Miss Cindy’s lap, waiting for Mummy to make love to her.

Her heart nearly stopped as Rayne slowly lifted Katie’s skirt, leaving her daughter totally exposed. Her tight little mound was like a budding flower glistening with dew — she couldn’t remember ever seeing anything so beautiful.

She longed to kiss it, to show Katie how wonderful a woman’s mouth could feel… but until Miss Cindy gave permission, all she could do was watch.

Katie’s skirt now fully raised, her new friend Rayne moved to stand next to Miss Cindy, licking her lips as she waited for the incestuous sex show to begin.

“A girl’s first time with her mother is very special,” Miss Cindy told Katie, caressing her thigh. “Are you sure you’re ready?”

“Uh-huh,” Katie said, hardly able to sit still.

“Then, my sweet,” Miss Cindy said, lightly grazing Katie’s slit with the tip of a finger, “you need to tell her what you want. Think of your mummy like one of your Barbie dolls — you get to decide what she does.”

Katie thought about it for a moment. She very much wanted to experience that special kiss between her legs… and having Mum lick her kitty seemed like the best idea ever.

At the same time, she hesitated to actually order Mum to do something like that. Though she was only eleven, Katie knew mothers and daughters weren’t supposed to be lovers.

But I want her to! she told herself. I SO want her to!

Miss Cindy understood. “You can start slowly, if you like,” she said. “Have her do something else for you first. Something nice.”

That notion appealed to Katie. “Okay,” she said, giggling as an interesting notion occurred to her. “Kiss my feet, Mummy.”

“As you wish, Miss Katie,” Amanda said with her eyes lowered, trying to conceal the hint of a smile on her lips. Kneeling before her child, she took Katie’s feet in her hands, briefly caressing them before she began to nuzzle the right foot all over, pausing to suck her daughter’s toes before switching to the right.

Katie shivered, astonished by how good it felt. She’d intended to make her mother do something cute and silly, just to lighten the mood, but having her feet kissed was far nicer than she’d expected.

As her daughter squirmed and cooed with delight, Amanda guided Katie’s feet downward, pressing them against her bare body.

The eleven-year-old’s mouth hung slack. Oh, it was wonderful, the softness of Mum’s lovely big titties as they caressed her feet. Then they went even lower, gliding across her mother’s belly, then further down.

Just as Katie’s toes were about to make contact with her pubes, Amanda paused, letting her child know without words that if she wanted to go beyond that, it was up to her.

Rayne shifted her position to get a better view, and Katie could tell from Miss Cindy’s breathing that the Latchmore director was excited, too. Everyone was waiting for her to make the next move.

Steadying herself, Katie slid her foot down a little bit lower… until her big toe found the warmth and wetness of her mum’s slit. Amanda let out a little gasp at the intimate contact. She brought her hips forward with a slight rocking motion.

Katie quickly figured out how to play this new game. She controlled how hard her mother could press. If she held her foot there, her mother would let out little moans of pleasure as she rocked. If she drew it away, even a little bit, Mum made cute pouting noises.

Wow, this is fun! Katie decided. Wonder how long we can keep doing it?

As Katie continued to tease her mum’s cunt, Rayne bent down to give her a kiss. Closing her eyes, Katie accepted the girl’s tongue, then met it with hers.

Amanda watched the girls as their kiss intensified. She felt a sudden urge to see her daughter and Rayne make love. That thought brought her close to her own climax, a ripple of ecstasy that caused her to moan.

That got Katie’s attention. Breaking away from the kiss, she saw and understood the look in Mummy’s eyes. It was time. She was ready.

Katie spread her legs wide apart, gazing up at her mother with those big brown eyes. “Lick my cunt, Mummy,” she said, a commanding edge to her voice.

Amanda leaned forward until her lips were almost touching Katie’s wetness, close enough to feel their warmth. Inhaling deeply, she savoured the sweet aroma. As she paused, she felt a small hand behind her neck, fingers moving through her hair. It was Rayne, guiding her for the last few inches until her lips found the softness of little Katie’s vulva.

Amanda began by tracing gentle kisses slowly over Katie’s mound and her inner thighs, enjoying the little cries and gasps of pleasure her child made, the way she trembled. As much as she wanted to make this moment last, Amanda couldn’t restrain her hunger, her need for Katie, this enchanting creature that she had given life.

Slipping her tongue between Katie’s lips, then probing down to her core, Amanda finally got a real taste of her daughter’s juices. There was something so fresh and delicate about the flavour… she had to have more. Drunk on love, lust and the forbidden delights of incest, the young mother covered Katie’s cunt with her lips and began to drink from the girl. The thick, rich nectar seemed to warm Amanda’s very soul.

Suddenly a hand grasped a handful of Amanda’s hair and pulled her away. It was Rayne, who leaned in and gave the startled woman a deep passionate kiss, licking Katie’s juices from her lips.

Katie felt excitement churning inside her as she watched Rayne and her mother kiss. She remembered how soft Rayne’s kisses were, then wondered what it would be like to kiss Mum the very same way. It was going to happen, that much she knew.

And she was ready for it. Those uncertain feelings had faded away like morning mist, and Katie needed love. Naked, grownup love. What was threatening to boil over in the young girl couldn’t be held back much longer.

Rayne must have sensed that, too. Breaking her kiss with Amanda, she quickly guided the woman back between Katie’s legs, leaving her there with a pat on the shoulder. Moving to join Miss Cindy, Rayne kissed the director of Latchmore House full on the mouth, giving the woman a taste of Katie’s cunt.

As she went down on her daughter this time, Amanda chose to focus on the girl’s clitoris. She would have preferred to take her time, to nibble on this sweet little slit until mother and child were utterly satisfied. But it was plain to see that Katie was in desperate need of release… and Amanda was determined to give her an orgasm she would never, ever forget.

I’ll lick her the way I want next time, she told herself. And there will be a next time. 

Bringing Katie to Latchmore House was the best decision I ever made, So many new lovers for me to enjoy! And now, my precious little girl is one of them. How lucky can a mother be?

Katie was lost in ecstasy. Mummy’s mouth was doing wonderful things to that special place near the top of her kitty, the bit you touched to get the best feelings of all. It was about to happen again, that moment when the sensations got so huge, she’d go off like a firework. And this one… it’s going to be bigger than ever, so totally, incredibly big. She felt Mummy’s tongue press against her clit, then tease it with four or five rapid flicks.

Her body tensed as a spark of new pleasure made itself known, a tantalising hint of the explosion to follow. She was still nestled in Miss Cindy’s arms, the woman’s nude body pressing against hers. It made Katie wish she’d taken the time to get naked, too. Rayne was taking in the lewd scene with her skirt raised, casually toying with her sex. The sight made Katie’s mouth water, and she promised herself that she’d be licking her new friend down there before the day was done.

Best of all, there was Mummy, doing everything she could to make her feel wonderful. She was gazing at Katie, eyes warm with the love she felt for her daughter. It touched the eleven-year-old deep inside, almost making her want to cry. Mummy’s making love to me, Katie reminded herself, the significance of it sinking in for the first time. She loves me, more than ever!

That was enough to set her off. Katie let out a choked scream as the wave came crashing down, carrying her body this way and that. Her universe was reduced to the ebb, the flow, the push and pull, the rising flood of pleasure that seethed inside. She was caught up in a violent churn of pleasure that slowly, slowly diminished and drained away, leaving the young girl exhausted, but at peace.

When Katie finally opened her eyes, she was stretched out on the couch, lying in her mother’s arms.

“Precious child,” Amanda whispered, “I’m so, so in love with you.”

“I love you too, Mummy,” Katie replied, hugging her mum tightly. “More than anything.” Looking up, she noticed Rayne standing over them. “Hi,” she said, blushing a bit.

“Hello there,” Rayne said, grinning hugely. “Did you like having your cunt licked?”

“It was the best!” Katie answered with a giggle. “I want to try doing it… with Mum, and with you.”

“I like that idea,” Rayne said.

“As do I,” Miss Cindy announced. Everyone looked her way. She was seated in the large chair, still nude, but looking poised and elegant, as if attending an afternoon soiree.

“Katie,” she said, “it’s time for you to prove you can give pleasure, as well as receive it.” She turned her gaze to the girl’s mother. “Amanda… come here.”

Her pulse beginning to throb again, Amanda carefully withdrew from Katie’s embrace and got to her feet, striding over to where Miss Cindy sat. She paused; waited.

“Good girl,” Miss Cindy murmured. “Now sit at my feet.” As Amanda lowered herself to the floor, she added, “You’re about to watch your daughter fuck Rayne. No touching yourself, though… not until I say.”

“Yes, Miss Cindy,” Amanda said with a slight nod.

“However, since you did such a lovely job of pleasuring Katie, I will allow you to rest your head on my leg.”

Without a word, Amanda shifted closer to the older woman, placing her cheek against Miss Cindy’s creamy thigh with a sigh of contentment.

Cindy looked up at Katie. “Undress for us, dear. We want to see all of you.”

The eleven-year-old stood, making short work of the buttons on her white shirt that were still fastened before she shrugged it off. Hesitant to let it drop to the floor, Katie carefully draped the shirt over the arm of the sofa. She then reached down to unhook the skirt, which she peeled away from her legs and laid atop the shirt.

Now Katie was naked. Like her mum, she stood quietly, awaiting Miss Cindy’s instructions.

“You are exquisite, child,” Cindy said. “However, my dear, there is a certain art to removing your clothes in the presence of a lover. That’s something we’ll expect you to learn here at Latchmore. Rayne… show Katie what I mean.”

A knowing smile adorned the young redhead’s lips as she took up position in the room’s centre. She began to caress her thighs, trailing her spread fingers up and down the lightly freckled skin. Seizing the hem of her skirt between finger and thumb, she tugged it upward to reveal more of those lovely legs… but not enough to reveal anything else.

Katie was enthralled. So sexy, she thought. Oh my gosh, so sexy. Katie hadn’t forgotten that Rayne had gone without knickers, and she ached for a glimpse of the girl without the rest of her clothes. She’d  seen Rayne nude earlier when they were changing into the Latchmore House uniforms, but the way her friend was putting herself on display now was something else again.

“See the way she teases, Katie? That’s the idea. When you undress for someone, you want to stir her up, make her burn with desire. You’re playing a game of seduction.”

Standing before Katie, Rayne unbuttoned her blouse, casually nudging it off one shoulder, then the other. She began to slowly twirl, hugging the white top closed with both arms, then came to a stop.

Rayne unclasped the waistband of her skirt and slowly peeled it away, then let it fall to the floor. Aside from her cute knee socks, the girl was nude. By then, they all were.

Taking one last graceful pirouette, Rayne bent forward, presenting her bum to Katie, knowing that she was giving the girl an excellent view of her cunt and anus. By then, she felt certain that Katie had to be imagining what it would be like to taste her.

In fact, that’s exactly what Katie was thinking. She’d admired Rayne’s pretty pink slit before they even met, back when looking up her dress in the fairy garden. Now, after experiencing oral sex for the first time, she longed to try it for herself… and that’s exactly what Miss Cindy intended for her to do.

There was her fairy friend, completely undressed and ready to be licked, but Katie wasn’t sure what to do. She looked over at Miss Cindy, who was toying with her mum’s hair. “Um…” she began, then fell silent.

The woman smiled. “Lie down on the sofa, Katie… then Rayne will feed you her pussy.”

Katie went from uncertain to elated in an instant. Bounding over to the sofa, she stretched out on the dark fabric, wiggling her toes as she settled in, preparing to receive her young lover.

“You know what to do, Rayne,” Miss Cindy purred, idly rolling her left nipple between two fingers.

Amanda’s heart throbbed as she drank in the lewd, lovely scene: her own precious child, about to fuck another girl. It was the happiest moment of her life as a mother.

Just imagine the joy I’ll feel when Katie does that to me, she told herself. My little girl, making sweet love to Mummy.

Rayne moved to straddle Katie, positioning herself above the eleven-year-old’s face, that lovely smooth slit just inches from her lips. She had one hand on the younger girl’s shoulder, pinning it to the couch. With the other hand, she reached down to spread her cunt open. “Is this what you want, Katie?”

“Uh-huh,” Katie nodded, staring wide-eyed at what Rayne had.

“Then tell me the naughty things you want to do. Make sure your mother can hear!”

Katie wasn’t used to saying dirty words, but she found herself pleading. “I want to lick your pussy, Rayne. I – I want to fuck. I want to make you c-come, all over my face!”

Rayne smiled at that. “Well, since you asked nicely….”

“Remember this moment, Katie,” Miss Cindy said as Rayne brought her sex closer to the girl’s lips. “I’m sure you’ve liked girls for a long time, but this is your true initiation as a lesbian.”

When the prize was within reach, Katie managed to sweep her tongue along the length of Rayne’s slit, an instant before it was taken away.

“Rayne!” Katie cried, beside herself with frustration. “Don’t be mean!”

“Do you want more, then?” Rayne teased.

“Yes, pretty please.”

This time, Rayne quickly reversed herself, facing the other direction. Lying down on top of Katie, she burrowed between the younger girl’s thighs.

As Katie joyfully tasted her friend’s cunt, she felt Rayne’s tongue dip into her own pussy. She squirmed with delight, unable to believe her luck. First, Mum licked her, now she and Rayne were doing it to each other at the same time!

“Goodness me,” Cindy said as she lazily caressed Amanda. “Look at your little girl. sixty-nining her new best friend. Have you ever seen anything more adorable?”

“No, Miss Cindy,” Amanda sighed, nuzzling the hand of her beautiful mistress. Without permission to touch herself, every atom of her body was on fire with helpless arousal, and watching the girls, coupled with their moans of ecstasy, made her own need all the more acute.

Soon those moans became squeals of joy as their lovemaking intensified. Katie began to shiver, Rayne quickly followed suit, then the two girls exploded together, their slender bodies jerking helplessly in what looked to be an absolute knee-trembler of an orgasm. They peaked with muffled screams that coincided almost perfectly, then went limp. Somehow, Rayne managed to turn herself around, and sank into Katie’s arms with a happy sigh.

“Oh, my,” Amanda whispered, a few tears rolling down her cheek at the sight of her daughter’s blissful face, which seemed to glow with happiness as she snuggled with her young lover. She brought Miss Cindy’s hand to her lips and pressed a kiss into the woman’s palm. “Thank you,” she said. “Thank you for – for giving us this.”

“You already had these gifts in your possession, Amanda,” Cindy replied. “All I did was help you find them.” She studied the youngsters, still lovingly entwined. “Beautiful, aren’t they? If there’s anything more pleasing to the eye than a girl who’s just made love, I’ve yet to encounter it.”

Katie and Rayne were already beginning to stir. An adult might have been done in for the night after such a workout, but little girls are nothing if not resilient. A moment later, they were kneeling face to face, kissing and licking their juices from each other’s mouths.

Glancing over at their audience, Rayne whispered something to her friend. Katie quickly nodded, her eyes lighting up like nighttime stars.

They crossed the room and stood before the two women. “Miss Cindy,” Rayne asked politely, “May we please make love to Katie’s mummy?”

There was no way Cindy could refuse such a charming request, so she replied, “You may, girls. Make her feel good… but don’t wear her out. I’ve got special plans for the two of us, later on.”

Katie helped her mum up from the submissive position she’d taken on the floor next to Miss Cindy’s chair. Amanda bent to give her daughter a brief kiss, then padded over to the sofa and sat, posing primly with both thighs touching.

Then as the girls approached, Katie’s mother rested a hand on each knee, slowly spreading them apart to reveal the exotic pink flower of her vulva.

“Your mum has such a pretty pussy,” Rayne sighed, her eyes gleaming with desire.

“Um, thanks!” Katie replied. She loved the idea of having a sexy mother.

Rayne stroked her chin as she studied Amanda. “Why don’t you get up on your hands and knees?” she said. “Then me and Katie can both lick you.”

“Very good, Rayne,” Cindy said. Still seated in her chair, a leg draped over one arm, she was idly circling the entrance to her vagina with the tip of a finger. “Do as she says, Amanda. Believe me, you’ll love it.”

Without a word, Amanda climbed onto the sofa, positioning herself on all fours. Rayne whispered something in Katie’s ear, gesturing toward the girl’s mother.

With an eager nod, Katie crawled beneath her mum, arranging herself so that her head was nestled between Amanda’s thighs.

Joining the others on the sofa, Rayne knelt behind Amanda, resting her hands on the woman’s shapely arse. “Okay, Katie… are you ready?”

“Uh-huh,” the eleven-year-old replied.

Rayne bent forward until her lips were brushing Amanda’s ear. “Go on, then,” she said. “Katie wants your pussy.”

Slowly lowering her hips, Amanda braced herself for the touch of Katie’s mouth. When she felt the first caress of the girl’s warm, wet tongue, a shudder of lust jolted her body.

A groan escaped the woman’s lips, quickly mounting into a wild cry when Rayne moved in to lick the pucker of her bumhole.

The feeling was exquisite. Two pretty nymphs were making love to her, yet somehow making love to each other at the same time. She was part of the kiss, almost inside it, feeling every bit of the girls’ passion as their tongues explored her.

Amanda found herself longing to kiss them back, and imagined their mouths against hers even as the girls continued to pleasure her cunt and anus. These mingled kisses carried the bold, heated flavour of pure eroticism, leaving the thirtyish mother giddy with arousal.

Rayne pulled away for a few seconds, bending down to whisper something in Katie’s ear before she returned to rimming the girl’s mum. Amanda couldn’t hear what was said, but suspected that something crucial was about to happen.

Her instinct was confirmed when Katie clumsily wriggled two fingers into her vagina. It took the girl a few tries to get a decent motion going, but soon enough she was fucking her mum.

“Oh, yes,” Amanda moaned, pushing her knees even further apart to give her daughter better access. Then Katie eased a third finger inside, followed by a fourth, and the woman’s eyes widened. Bloody hell, is she going to…

When Katie’s thumb joined the party, Amanda braced herself for the explosion to come. Inch by glorious inch, her daughter’s hand worked its way deeper into her lust-slicked tunnel. She’d never been fisted before, and it did hurt a bit, but the thought of asking Katie to stop was unthinkable.

Before Amanda was expecting it, that hand slipped past the tight vaginal ring, filling her in a heartbeat. She was perfectly motionless for an instant, staring into space.

Then the sky came crashing down.

A low moan issued from Amanda’s lips, quickly building into a wild, beast-like cry. “Oh God, YES!” she wailed. The two little girls worked even faster; one vigorously licking her bum, the other probing her womanly core.

It was like no orgasm she’d ever felt before. This was a mighty tide that enveloped her body and soul, transporting her away to another, higher plane. The phrase la petite mort drifted into her mind. Yes, this was the “little death” that she’d encountered in poetry… a moment of perfect, blissful emptiness. It rose swiftly to one last unimaginable peak, then Amanda slumped forward when her limbs gave out.

Katie sat up, grinning at Rayne, and the two young lovers drifted together in a tender kiss, exchanging the flavours of Amanda that were smeared on their mouths and chins.

Turning to her mother, now curled up on the sofa, Katie bent to kiss Amanda’s cheek. “I love you, Mummy,” she said.

Amanda gazed deep into her daughter’s eyes… then she began to cry. “Thank you, baby girl,” she sobbed, taking Katie in her arms. “That was… oh, my, it was perfect.” She gazed round the room, smiling at Rayne and Miss Cindy. “I – I love you all.”

“We love you too, Amanda,” Cindy said, advancing to the sofa. She caressed the woman’s damp brow. “I don’t think you’re in any shape to drive home… so tonight, you’ll be sharing my bed.”

“Oooh!” Katie squealed. “We get to stay over?”

“Indeed you do. Rayne, can you look after Ktie for the evening? You both can stay in the spare room upstairs.”

“I’d love to!” the redhead exclaimed, taking the younger girl’s hand in hers.

“Then that’s settled.” Cindy peered at the clock. “Dinner will be served in the Latchmore dining room in about forty-five minutes… that’s enough for us to get cleaned up and dressed.” She pointed toward a door to the left. “I’ve a shower in there. It’s not big enough for all four of us, but we can use it in pairs. Amanda, I think you and Katie should shower first. It seems to me that a little mother-daughter time would be useful for you both. Rayne, you’ll be sharing with me.” Reaching out, she teased the girl’s nipple with a fingertip.

“I’d like that, Miss Cindy,” Rayne replied.

“Excellent. Come, ladies…” Clapping her hands briskly, the nude woman turned, leading the way to the bathroom. The others followed, their eyes drawn to Miss Cindy’s shapely arse.

***

The next morning, Amanda and Cindy were taking coffee and croissants. They had been served by a smiling young maid, who also brought Amanda her clothes, which had been cleaned and pressed for her.

The rest of their evening had been marvellous. After a savoury evening meal, Amanda was taken to a cozy bedroom next to Miss Cindy’s office, where the two women explored lesbian lovemaking from every conceivable angle. In the process, Amanda had sampled many sexual delights for the first time. Some of what they’d done was a blur to her, though a very pleasant blur.

By unspoken agreement, their love play had been put on pause. Now Cindy was speaking to Amanda as the mother of a potential student. Of course, this particular mother still radiated in the afterglow of amazing sex, her breasts barely contained by the silken dressing gown Miss Cindy had loaned her, but their conversation was a serious one.

“Even though you live close enough for Katie to come here as a day school student,” Cindy said, “I think living in Fairy House would be good for her. Still, I couldn’t imagine you two being apart.”

Amanda sighed, “I know she’d be happy here, but I’d miss her terribly – especially now that we’ve finally made love. God, I already want her again.”

“Which leads me to my proposal. How would you feel about living here yourself? We’ve an opening for a house mother, one who can handle a good-sized group of our junior girls. Along with your Katie, there will be fifteen of them.” She gave Amanda a sly smile, certain the suggestion would appeal to her.

“But… I d-don’t have any experience…” Amanda protested, her cheeks reddening at the very thought.

“You’ll have our full support,” Cindy said. “Besides, it’s plain to see that you have a way with girls. Caroline tells me you have a psychology degree – and by the way, she thinks you’d be ideal for the job. At any rate, the decision is mine to make, and seeing what a fine girl you have raised on your own, I’m convinced you’re the one we want.”

“I… Christ almighty,  don’t know what to say!”

Cindy took Amanda’s hand, gave it a squeeze. “It’s simple. Say ‘yes,’ and we’ll get started on the details.”

Being impulsive was out of character for Amanda; so was making hasty decisions. Can I really do this?

The chance to be open about her sexuality and her attraction to young girls would be downright liberating, but there was more to Latchmore than that, much more. In her short time there, she’d seen how seriously  the students took their vows of sisterhood, how much honest affection they shared. She wanted to be part of that — she had to be!

I don’t even know how much the job pays, she reflected, but I’ll find a way to make things work. First thing tomorrow, I ring up Mr. Goulden to tell him I’m chucking his bloody office job.

“I’ll do it,” she said, feeling more confident than she’d expected.

Taking a napkin, Cindy scrawled something on it. Amanda assumed it was a telephone number until she got a good look, her eyes widening as she read the figure.

“I trust this will do for an initial salary… it includes room, board, and full benefits.”

Amanda saw the pound sterling sign in front of the number, but it still took her a while to process. “This is so much!” she gasped.

“Not at all,” Cindy said, “It’s not like we can hire just anyone, after all. We take good care of our staff.”

Soon the girls came down dressed in nothing but short silk robes, having enjoyed breakfast in bed. By then, Miss Cindy’s plans were nearly worked out. Amanda would have the summer to get everything in order and prepare for the new position, Cindy assuring her the Foundation would provide whatever assistance she might need.

When the girls heard the news that Katie’s mum was going to be a Fairy Mother, they were beside themselves with excitement. Upstairs, they had been discussing whether Katie would stay at Latchmore with Rayne or live at home with her mum. Katie didn’t want to be apart from either one… now, she wouldn’t have to!

Once the excitement died down, Miss Cindy placed a small black box on the table before Katie. “Here’s a little something for you.”

Katie opened the box to find a white gold necklace with a charm of stylized interlocking wings, just like the ones she’d seen the other fairies wearing.

“Oh, my goodness!” the girl exclaimed. “Thank you, Miss Cindy!”

“Here, let me put it on you,” said Rayne, taking the necklace.

“Is that okay?” Katie asked, “I mean, before I’ve started here?”

“You only have to stand and say our pledge,” Cindy told her.

“Oh, Piper and Melissa taught me that!” Getting to her feet, Katie solemnly spoke. “The bond of sisterhood unites all fairies. We love, honour, and trust each other. I promise to never break that bond.”

As she completed the words, Rayne deftly clasped the necklace around her neck.

Miss Cindy took Katie’s hands in hers. “I accept your pledge and make you a solemn promise: follow the Latchmore way, and you will always have a place in our family.”

There was a moment’s silence. “Is that it?” Katie finally asked. It seemed too lovely to be true… but sure enough, she was now a Latchmore Fairy!

“Congratulations!” Rayne announced with a giggle as she leaned in for a kiss, which Katie eagerly returned. As the girls’ passion grew, their hands seemed to find their way inside each other’s robes.

“Before we get too distracted…” Miss Cindy said, chuckling as the two girls drew apart, “I have something here for Amanda, too.” She produced a similar necklace, but this one had a larger set of wings in the centre, interlocked with smaller wings to each side. It was the same charm Cindy had worn when she and Amanda first met.

Clasping the necklace around Amanda’s neck, she said, “Our family is more than just our young fairies. You are now joining us as a fairy mother.”

“Mommy Amanda!” Rayne exclaimed, almost jumping into the woman’s arms, “Can I kiss you, too?”

Kisses were shared all around and robes began to fall open. Rayne had shrugged hers to the floor when Cindy interrupted again. “You two need to get showered and dressed. You’re to take Amanda to Fairy House and introduce her to the girls.”

“Cool!” Rayne exclaimed. “C’mon, Katie!” She seized her girlfriend’s hand, and they raced from the room.

“You too, missy,” Cindy continued, giving Amanda’s bum a playful slap. “I’d love to be there with you, but a certain naughty girl distracted me from my work yesterday, and I’ve some business that won’t wait.”

“”I’m sorry to have distracted you, Miss Cindy. Are you going to spank me later?” Amanda said in her best little girl voice, looking down at her feet.

Cindy drew close. “Oh, spanking isn’t the only thing I’m going to do with that hot arse of yours, but that’s going to have to wait. Now go get ready to meet your new little girls.” Abruptly pulling Amanda close, she kissed the woman, briefly tongue-fucking her mouth, then strutted into the bathroom and closed the door.

Amanda stared at the closed door, her heart racing, then gave a shaky laugh. Taking her neatly folded clothes from Cindy’s desk, she exited the office, making her way upstairs to join Katie and Rayne.

On to Chapter Eight!

For a useful summary of the plot thus far, please consult the Chapter Links before reading.

 

by kinkys_sis and kinkychic

CAPTAIN BREN

Gentle swells rocked the ship as she lay at anchor and we waited for the boats to return with fresh provisions. The time passed slowly and tensely, for certainly, we were not welcome here in Tortola. Indeed, we were barely tolerated, but I had chosen to resupply in the Virgin Islands because they offered multiple escape routes, should we be forced to flee.

For the hundredth time, I swept the foreshore of Road Town with my spyglass, searching for any signs of hostility. A large, six-oared cutter was slowly approaching, though none of the men showed any weapons. In fact, I was surprised to see a woman perched on the thwart, holding a parasol as protection from the merciless sun.

The boat drew closer, and a man called out. “Are you be’in’ the Siren?”

“An’ who be askin’?” the bosun snapped back.

The woman suddenly stood. “Is that you, Davy?”

My heart jumped in my breast. That voice! It could belong to only one person, but I did not dare allow myself to believe it.

Davy’s quizzical expression told me he had the same thought. I nodded slightly, granting him leave to wave the boat alongside and order a chair to be sent down. I raced across the deck as the delicate cargo was being lowered amidships, but came to a sudden standstill short of the goal, staring dumbfounded at the vision that had turned to face me. Those of the crew still aboard watched speechlessly. Some might remember her, though many would not.

It was Davy who broke the silence. “Er… Cap’ain… “

Marianna took a hesitant step forward, I raised my hands towards her, and she ran to me. The parasol flew away, her hat followed, and she was in my arms. Her body was wracked with sobs, and her small fists beat my chest. “Where have you been? So long I’ve waited for you!”

I pulled her close, trapping her flailing arms between us, and pressed my face to her hair. It wouldn’t do for the crew to see that I was close to tears myself.

“Marianna – dearest! – I searched for you when I could, but I could find no trace of you. It was as if you had vanished from the face of the earth.”

She looked up at me. “You did? You really looked for me?”

“Yes, I did. Truly.” I forgot that I was the captain of a ship as I bent my head. Our lips came together, and five years melted away in a second.

Raucous yells and whistles shattered our bond. We pulled apart, red-faced, but still, we gazed at each other. She lifted a hand to my unkempt, free-flowing hair before lowering her eyes to my jutting breasts.

“Bren, you’re not hiding what you are from them anymore. And Davy just called you captain. How can that be?”

“A long story. But first, may I ask? Is this to be just a quick visit? Or can you stay a while?”

“That is entirely up to you. I can stay as long as you wish.” Suddenly she stamped her foot. “Bren, can we stop being so damn’d formal! Are we…can we still be l–?”

Davy saw the awkwardness of the situation. Now, as so many times in my life, he came to the rescue once again. “Back to work, you lazy lot!” he roared at the crew. “You’s ’ad yer fun!” He turned to us. “Best be takin’ our guest to your cabin, Cap’ain.” He touched Marianna’s hand. “It be’in’ a pleasure to see you ag’in, missy, that it is.”

I barely had time to lock the door behind me before she was back in my arms, exclaiming, “Dios mío, tanto tiempo!” It was indeed – five long years. Then she crushed her lips to mine. Long ago, her lovemaking had been gentle. Now, she was a demon ripping at my clothes. Not that I was especially restrained myself.

Suddenly, I was naked, and her own gown was half off. I reached for her, determined to complete the job, but she pushed me back. “I want to look at you, see how you have changed.” Her eyes sparkled. “You are no longer a young girl, but a beautiful woman. My God, so very beautiful.” Her hand felt my arm. “And your muscles… so strong.” Her hand moved to my breast, caressing it softly. I was dying to ravish her.

The look of wonder abruptly changed to a grimace. I saw she was struggling for the right words. I thought for a moment it was the scars that had shocked her. “What is it, my love?” I asked “What’s wrong? Tell me.”.

“H… have you, have there been… others?”

Was that all that was worrying her? I chose my words carefully. “One small encounter only. It meant nothing. It took care of a passing need, that’s all.”

She seemed to consider my answer, and then she smiled. “Then in that case, it is forgotten.”

Her eyes went to the long diagonal scar just below my breast, and her fingers slowly traced its length. Then she reached up and brushed my hair aside, exposing another scar. “I can see you have been in battle. You look like a beautiful warrior. The question is, are you my warrior? Do you still want me?”

I saw the pleading in her eyes when I lifted her chin. “I have never stopped loving you,” I said. “There have been days of hope and then despair when I searched for you. I thought you might have returned to Spain after I heard Isabella and your father died from the fever. I knew you had inherited sufficient means to do as you pleased. More than that… nothing! It didn’t matter how much I asked. And I could hardly sail into Cuba and enquire. They would have executed me and my crew on the spot.”

I kissed her lightly. “But now you are here.”

“And now I am here.” Her hands went to the fastenings of her dress, completing the task I had begun. Her smile was back, dazzling in its radiance. “What would you do with me?” she asked. The playfulness in her voice was like a knife to my heart. She gave a shrug, the dress slipped down her arms, and her two wonderful breasts bobbled into view. “As with you, I have grown, and these have not been touched, not since before my mother passed away.”

She giggled as she skipped back from my grasping hands. “Wait, love.”

“I can’t!”

“But you will,” she said.

Calmly, she pushed the dress over her hips. I wasn’t prepared for the sight of the neatly trimmed patch of black hair. I had no idea that ladies did that. My eyes travelled to the gorgeous folds that formed the lips of her pussy. It was almost as if I were looking between her mother’s legs. The faint glistening was obvious. She was aroused, and for me.

She was also watching me intently. “Bren, say something. Or do I disappoint you?”

“What? Disappoint? My God, Marianna! You were pretty when we were girls. Now, you are so beautiful.” Her smile blossomed as I dropped to my knees – half from desire, half from weakness – and buried my face in her fine hair. I marvelled at the softness that tickled my nose. Then I caught the aroma, which released the flood of memory.

I nuzzled lower until I felt the damp on my lips. Pressing deeper, I grasped her backside and pulled her to me. Her fingers ploughed through my hair before her hips moved. She began to rub herself against my face. “Bren,” she said in a strangled voice. “My Bren, love me. How I have yearned for this moment… fuck yes, fuck me, Bren!”

If I had stopped to think, her words would have shocked me, but I was beyond taking any notice. Her hips seemed to gyrate in all directions, her clit now palpably beneath my tongue. Somehow, I managed to get two fingers inside her pussy. I sucked, I licked, I fucked.

The gyrations suddenly stopped as she went rigid. Then I felt her lifting on the balls of her feet. Her fingers tightened in my hair, and she grunted lustily. I worked my tongue faster, flicking and teasing her clit, even as I pumped the hot and slippery depths of her cunt. Her inner muscles seemed alive as they clutched at my fingers. God, how she shook!

I went to stand when the swells of her orgasm had passed, but she dropped to the deck with me. Her arms drew me into a solid embrace. Her lips sought mine. She poured her years of frustration and despair into that kiss. Once again, I could feel the wetness of her tears.

When we finally pulled apart, I saw those tears were an expression of happiness. Her eyes sparkled through them as she caressed my face. “I have my Bren back. Don’t you ever leave me, I could not endure that torment again.” Once more we kissed, but this time it was the soft, lingering kiss of lovers reunited.

She turned to look at my cot. “Shall I love you here? Or will we move to your bed?”

“The bed, of course.”

But, for a short trip, it proved to be a difficult manoeuvre. Our hands took on lives of their own as we stumbled across the cabin, grabbing at one another’s breasts, bottoms and pussies. And, with our lips sealed together, and our tongues rolling about like jollyboats in a storm, we could hardly see where we were going. It was an awkward, bruising few steps. My bare hip struck the centre table, her foot caught the leg of the captain’s plush chair, and we tumbled sidewise over my cot. I smacked my head against a beam on the way down. We had to laugh, but the low comedy was quickly forgotten as Marianna slid to the deck, kneeling between my outstretched legs, and planted her mouth right where I had so often dreamed of it.

A good time later, we lay in each other’s arms, exchanging dozens of soft kisses before Marianna finally spoke. “Did you get this in a battle?” she asked, delicately touching the scar on my cheek.

“Not the kind you’re thinking of. It was a battle though, one for my own survival.”

I explained to her how the quality of crew aboard a privateer depends on the skill and success of its captain. The more captures he makes, the more volunteers he attracts. The richer he makes them, the harder they are willing to work for him – or her.

***

We had a good crew aboard the Siren, as disciplined and well trained as any in the Royal Navy. But good fortune had turned its back on us. Mutterings of discontent were growing louder and more distinct by the week. Being a legally warranted privateer was not now paying enough to keep the crewmen satisfied.

The captain called me to his cabin. “What do you hear, Bren? Is there trouble afoot?” His trepidation was clear to see, and for the first time, I saw how weary he looked.

“Aye, Captain, I believe there might be.” I had been about to say more, but he waved me to silence.

“I’m tired, Bren. The truth of it is I’ve had enough. I would rather hand over to someone else and go of my own accord than to be overthrown. D’you see?”

His words shocked me. Over the past five years, I had grown accustomed to his guiding hand, and the trust he had placed in me. It was as if he had become more of a father than a commander. I considered what he had said, however, and clearly saw the sense of it.

“But who will become captain? I can see the crew being split several ways.”

His next words stunned me. “You will, my lad. Probably not without a fight, but I believe you can do it. I’m certain that you will have more than enough of the crew to back you. It’s what I want. I’ve seen how you have won the respect of the crew. You have fought alongside them. Indeed, they were following you before you were in a position to lead them. You led by example before you even knew it, but they knew it. You must have wondered why I made you first mate at such a young age.”

It was a lot for me to take in. In one year I had gone from a deckhand, albeit the captain’s assistant, to first mate, and now potentially, captain. Was it possible? Was I ready for the responsibility? What I did know was, ready or not, I wanted it.

The captain had one last point to make. “I own this ship. I will retain ownership. But, in all other respects, she is yours to command. I shall naturally expect a percentage return for my investment in you.”

A short time later, the crew gathered on deck as the ship swung slowly on her anchor. Ships such as the Siren don’t have officers in the sense the navy does. The officers were simply those who commanded respect through special knowledge or superior skills.

The crew peered up at us – the captain, the sail master, the gun captain, the surgeon and myself, the first mate. The captain wasted little time with words. He more or less just told them he was about to retire. Had we been sailing as a true pirate ship, the new captain would have been elected by the crew. Things were different aboard a privateer. Here the captain had more say. Besides, it was his ship. He simply told them that I would be the new captain. He had made up his mind, and that was that. That evening, he was gone.

It was Davy who warned me of the trouble brewing. A small faction was refusing to accept me as the captain, led by a man who had been grumbling ever since I had become first mate. He believed that distinction should have been awarded to him.

On deck, this man demanded this be settled the pirate way. I could have refused, but I saw he carried enough support to make for a very unhappy ship. I had no choice but to agree. Davy offered to fight in my place, but I told him no, I would never gain the crew’s respect that way.

He was a big brute of a man, though in a duel of cutlasses, sheer strength counted for little. His thrusts would be deadly, but I was faster and far more nimble on my feet. Strangely, it did not occur to me that my sex placed me at a disadvantage.

I was foolish enough not to expect the directness of his attack, and that’s how I got the scar on my face. After that, I used my speed to strike fast and then retreat. Within ten minutes he was bleeding from numerous cuts, but still, he kept on coming. It was when I slipped on his blood that he saw his chance. Before I had fully recovered, I received the slash across my chest. He very nearly had me.

Then he slipped in his turn. It was the opening I needed. I managed to wedge the hilt of my sword on the deck as he fell straight onto it. He was dead in seconds. He must have received twenty, maybe thirty cuts. I had only the two. The crew thought it a resounding victory.

I managed to walk myself to the surgeon, who, of course, discovered my breasts. He was a loyal man, however. He swore to keep my secret, and he honoured his word. It was after we had taken two valuable prizes that I decided to reveal my true identity.

We knew our privateer’s charter would soon expire, and we would be pirates once more. I got the black flag from the locker and called for the crew to muster.

The new first mate and I held the flag spread between us, although I was standing behind it. “We will soon be sailing under this flag again. What is our ship named?” I shouted.

“The Siren!” they yelled.

“And what is a Siren?”

“The mermaid,” they yelled again, pointing at the flag.

“And do we not have a mermaid as our figurehead?”

They were clearly puzzled as to where this was going, yet still, they cheered.

Having previously removed my bindings, I wore naught but a thin linen shirt, loose enough to reveal the gully between my tits – shallow, certainly, but noticeable to anyone who bothered to look. “Then would it not be fitting to be led into battle by a siren?”

With that, I stepped from behind the flag and raised my cutlass high in the air, thrusting out my breasts for all to see.

There was a stunned silence for a few moments, and then the mutterings began.

I yelled for quiet. “Have I not fought to be in my position? Have I not taken you to victory? Do you not at this moment have more coin to show than ever before?”

Davy came and took my corner of the flag. He and the first mate held it high as they called, “The Siren!” The crew took up the chant until I once more raised my arms.

“Then there is only one question… do I lead you to more success, to more wealth? Are you with me?”

There was a halfhearted murmur of assent. The men looked askance at one another, each hoping someone else would take responsibility for the decision.

“Anyone who does not care to serve under a woman is free to leave,” I said. “But if you join with me, know this: grab my tits or my arse, and you will be minus one hand.”

That last comment brought a laugh, followed by a raucous cheer.

***

“So, there you have it, my love,” I said. “I am now Captain Bren, the only feminina ship’s master in the Caribbean.”

She had listened to my story in silence. Now, she touched my face. “The Queen of the Pirates,” she called me. “Who would have thought? So young – just nineteen – and those men follow you like any other captain.”

With a mischievous grin on her face, she asked, “Now tell me – who is the captain’s woman?”

Soon to come: Chapter Five!

 

Note from JetBoy: Since this second chapter picks right up where the previous one ends, here’s a brief summary.

When obliged to invite a new student from school to her sleepover, thirteen-year-old River worries that the presence of Alyssa, a girl she barely knows, will put a damper on an evening of sexy fun with her best girlfriends. However, there’s much more to this new acquaintance than meets the eye… as it turns out, Alyssa likes girls, too.  Intrigued, they settle in for a game of Truth or Dare, hoping it might lead to something exciting. Does it? Read on and see, friends…

***

By No One

“So, my turn to ask a question, right?” Kacey said once they’d all settled down.

“Are we still doing that?” River asked. “And wait, isn’t it my turn? I didn’t ask anything yet.”

“Okay, ask this then.” Kacey leaned in to whisper her suggestion in River’s ear. In typical Kacey fashion, it was the most embarrassing thing imaginable.

“I’m not asking that!” River protested.

“Well, you’re boring then. And boring people skip their turn.” Kacey turned to Alyssa. “So, what’s the most times you’ve masturbated in a day?”

Livi rolled her eyes. “Jesus, Kacey.”

“What? It’s a valid question.”

“Is it, though?”

Alyssa laughed nervously. “Wow. Err, well… I mean…”

Livi shrugged. “Don’t be embarrassed, I guarantee you won’t have the highest count,” she said, with a meaningful glance at Kacey.

“Heh, okay… Well, I guess like, um, three times.”

Livi nodded. “Same.”

Kacey turned to River, arching an eyebrow.

River felt the heat rise to her face. “Err… I think… four times?” She was definitely not a compulsive masturbator, but there were just some days when everything seemed to make her horny…

“Hah! I win!” Kacey announced, looking very pleased with herself.

“It’s not a competition…” Livi said.

“So, how many…?” Alyssa sounded as if she might not want to know the answer.

“Ten times!” Kacey looked rather smug, as if that was something to be proud of.

“Ten? Like, how? And, um, why?”

Kacey shrugged. “Just one of those days, I guess. Gotta admit, I was really sore by the end… but might as well finish on a round number, right?”

Alyssa stared for a moment, then glanced at River and Livi. “She serious?”

“I wasn’t a witness to this so-called accomplishment, but… yeah, I believe her,” Livi said. “This one’s a real hornball.”

“Heh, I guess you would know. I still can’t believe that you all… y’know, do it together. Um, how did that even start?”

“Well, that was, what, a couple years ago? Year and a half?” River said, and the others nodded. “It was a sleepover just like this, and, well… speaking of Kacey being a hornball…”

“What? I can’t sleep if I don’t get myself off first,” the girl in question interrupted.

“So you keep others from sleeping instead?” Livi said.

“Wasn’t that loud.”

“Eh, pretty loud.” River turned back to Alyssa. “Anyway, Kacey was doing you-know-what while we were in bed, and I was too polite to say anything, but Livi called her out and—”

Kacey pointed from River to Livi. “And you both had to admit that you usually did it, too!”

“Well, yeah.” River still remembered what a turn-on it had been to know her friends touched themselves at night, just like she did.

“And then someone suggested that we all do it in front of each other. Y’know, just to see,” Livi said.

Kacey looked at her pointedly. “And who was that someone, Livi?”

“I don’t remember,” Livi replied, her face a portrait of innocence. “Could have been anybody.”

River and Kacey exchanged a look, then each raised an eyebrow at Livi.

“So it might’ve been me. I was curious and… y’know, wanted to watch my best friends fuck themselves. Who hasn’t been there?”

They all laughed, then River resumed the tale. “So we did that and, well… it was really hot.” She couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed, though not enough to keep her from grinning at the memory of that incredible night. Her friends were smiling, too.

“Wow. I… I bet.” Alyssa looked rather stunned. “And then you… tried doing it to each other, huh?”

“Well, not that night. But it kinda became a thing that we would, um, jill off together. And then, yeah, eventually—”

“Then some genius thought it would be even better to rub each other, and damn, she was so right,” Kacey interrupted. “That was me, by the way,” she added, as if there could possibly be any doubt. “Yep, then we tried it all. Rubbing, licking, fingering… And for River, in—”

Now it was River’s turn to interject. “Okay! She doesn’t need to hear all the details!” There were some things that ought to remain private, even when you were trying to get a new girl into bed.

“Holy crap…” Alyssa shook her head, overwhelmed. “That’s… that’s really wild.”

“Soooooo…” Kacey began, eyeing Alyssa, stretching out the word until it became painfully obvious what she was getting at. “You wanna join in?”

“Wha… For real?” Alyssa looked at the three of them like she still expected the whole thing to be some kind of prank. “Whoa, um, I… I dunno… Things are moving real fast right now. Uh, I think I’d need to think about it…”

Kacey shrugged. “I’m just sayin’… Well, you’re dead sexy. And we’d have a lot of fun.”

“Don’t push her,” River said. “It’s okay if you don’t feel like it,” she told Alyssa. To be honest, she was dying to get her hands on the girl, but knew the risk of coming on too strong.

“Or you could just watch…” Livi added.

Alyssa laughed, perhaps thinking it was a joke. “Hmm, well, that could be tempting.”

“Fine with me!” Kacey said. “So I say that means the challenge is back on!” She pointed at Livi. “You’re going down!”

“Well, yeah. That’s the point, isn’t it?” Livi replied, deadpan.

River snorted. Kacey frowned, confused, then burst out laughing when she got the joke.

Alyssa glanced at River, looking puzzled. “Huh? The challenge?”

“Oh, these two have a kind of bet going on about, um… well, about who can make the other come the fastest. Like, at the same time. Y’know, sixty-nining.”

Alyssa’s eyebrows shot up. “Whoa! Wild. And… kinda hot?”

“And now we have two judges for this very important competition,” Kacey said. “So let’s do it.” With that, she unceremoniously pulled off her tank top to reveal her bare chest, nearly as flat as a boy’s. Despite teasing the girl about that from time to time, River still thought Kacey was very sexy in her own way. Now she was feeling a little jealous of Livi, who’d get to enjoy that tight, thin body very soon.

Alyssa’s jaw dropped. “Wait, wait. You’re talking about doing… all that stuff… right now?” She stared at River. “What about your mom?”

“Oh, don’t worry about her,” River said. “She has, like, insomnia problems, so she takes sleeping pills that put her out like a light. Mom always tells us to keep the noise down, but I don’t think she’d notice if we blew up the house.”

“Oh, huh… That’s cool… Err, I mean! It’s not cool for your mom! But—”

“I know what you mean, don’t worry. And yeah, we might have put the situation to good use a few times.”

“Lots of times,” Kacey added, grinning.

Meanwhile, Livi was taking off her own shirt, those perky breasts coming into view. River thought she had to be at least a B-cup by now, maybe bigger, though she’d never actually asked. Whatever the case, Livi looked hot as hell stripped down to those little shorts. Now River was envying Kacey, who would get to taste her first.

Maybe this challenge had been a bad idea after all. River didn’t want to sit on the sideline anymore.

Kacey and Livi looked at each other, maybe wondering if they should get straight to it or not, but it seemed that they couldn’t keep things strictly ‘business’, because after a moment they slowly drifted together in a kiss that quickly heated up to a full boil.

“Wow, they’re…” Alyssa whispered.

“Hot?” River suggested.

“Well, yeah.” Alyssa chuckled. “But also, like… beautiful? I mean, in a different way than just sexy or hot… if that makes any sense.”

“Yeah, I get it. And you’re right.” River had noticed it before, how there was just something special between Livi and Kacey when they kissed, something beyond the sight of two cute girls making out. It was funny, in a way. The two of them were always sparring about something, but when they got together like this, they became… yes, beautiful. Perfectly matched in some way. River sometimes had to wonder if she was the third wheel in their little group.

“So, they’re really going to… you know? In front of us?”

“Uh-huh. They sure are. You okay with that?”

“Um… I guess so! Just… never had someone have sex right in front of me, y’know?” Alyssa laughed. “It’s sure not how I imagined this night going!”

“Is it better than you thought?”

“Well…” Alyssa’s lips curled up in a mischievous smile. “I’m not complaining!”

All the while, Kacey and Livi were making out like they were the only ones in the room. They finally came up for air, flushed and out of breath.

“Phew,” Kacey said, exhaling deeply. She noticed River and Alyssa staring, and gave herself a shake. “Um, right, I guess we should get to it.” She pushed her panties down like she didn’t care at all who was looking—she probably didn’t, actually—revealing the sparse reddish curls that adorned her sex.

Livi hesitated for just a second, then shrugged and followed suit, taking off her shorts to expose her pussy., The lips were framed by dark brown pubes that were a little thicker than Kacey’s. “You want top or bottom?” she asked her rival.

“Whatever.”

“Okay! I’ll be on top then!”

Kacey frowned. “Wait… Is that better?”

Livi flashed a mysterious smile. “I don’t know? Is it?”

Kacey grimaced. “I hate when you pull this shit!” She furrowed her brow, apparently trying to decipher if there really was some strategic advantage for top over bottom.

“How about we flip a coin?” River suggested.

“Works for me,” Kacey said with a last frown directed at Livi.

Crossing the room to her desk, River fetched a quarter, then said, “Okay, let’s see… Kacey, heads and it’s your head facing up, tails and it’s your, well, tail.”

Kacey chuckled. “Okay!”

River spun the coin into the air, caught it and flipped it down onto the back of her other hand. “Tails! All right, Kacey on top, Livi on the bottom.”

“Excellent,” Livi said, still smiling.

“What? You wanted on top!” Kacey exclaimed.

“Did I, though?”

Alyssa laughed. “Wow, the mind games here.”

Kacey let out a resigned sigh. “Whatever, just lie down!”

Livi complied, positioning herself on the bed. Kacey climbed over her, and they aligned their mouths and sexes as best they could, what with the height difference between the girls. Kacey glanced at River. “Okay, count to three.”

River snorted. “So official. All right then. One… two… two and a half…” She giggled when she got two identically annoyed glares. “Three! Go!”

And go they certainly did. The girls buried their faces into each other’s pussy, twin muffled moans echoing through the room as soon as their eager tongues got to work. River almost felt like moaning herself, just from watching. God, she needed her pussy licked, too.

“Holy crap…” Alyssa breathed, her eyes round as saucers.

River grinned at her, then leaned to one side to get a better view. Kacey was tonguing Livi’s sex with wild abandon, pausing only briefly from time to time when an especially forceful moan escaped her lips. At the other end, it looked like Kacey had tried to squirm away from Livi’s mouth, but now Livi had a firm grip on her rival’s ass, holding Kacey in place so there was no escape from her probing tongue.

The air was filled with the scent of arousal, the sounds of licking and sighs of pleasure. River didn’t need to slip a hand into her shorts to know she was soaking wet. Didn’t need to touch, but definitely wanted to.

Glancing sideways, River saw that Alyssa was transfixed, intently watching the others, a hand resting in her lap. Now and again, the girl’s fingers seemed to press into the crotch of her leggings, maybe unconsciously… maybe not. Suddenly noticing that River was looking at her, Alyssa hurriedly took her hand away. Had her cheeks just turned a shade darker?

River gave Alyssa a wink. She couldn’t blame her new friend for wanting to play with herself. Hell, she was dying to do the same. With a shrug, she made a show of pulling on the waistband of her shorts and plunging a hand in. She’d normally be way too shy to do something so overt in front of a relative stranger, but fuck it, she was too horny to care. Besides, she wanted Alyssa to be totally at ease to masturbate if she cared to.

She gasped as soon as her fingers made contact, rocking her body with a jolt of pleasure. The look of mixed surprise and arousal she saw on Alyssa’s face only turned her on more.

Soon, she was pleased to see that Alyssa’s hand was back between her thighs, though still outside the leggings she wore. River alternated between watching Kacey and Livi going at it and eyeing Alyssa as she timidly touched herself, both very hot displays.

River was dipping a finger between her pussy lips every few seconds, teasing herself but avoiding going all out on her clit just yet. She yearned to come, but knew she’d have a much stronger orgasm if she waited for Kacey or Livi to give it to her. Or maybe even… Giving Alyssa a sideways glance, she wondered if the girl was having second thoughts about joining in.

Scooching closer to her, River whispered, “Enjoying the show?” Livi and Kacey were still going wild on each other, their moans growing more urgent, but neither of them had surrendered to ecstasy just yet.

“Omigod, they’re soooo sexy.”

As Alyssa leaned forward a little, intent on the action, River got an eyeful of cleavage through the collar of her oversized shirt. She bit her lip, thinking she sure wouldn’t mind some action of her own with this beautiful black girl. Should she try anything?

Pushed forward by her fierce need, River said,  “You’re pretty hot yourself, y’know.”

Alyssa turned to meet her gaze. “Th-thanks. You, um… you too.”

River smiled, and Alyssa responded with a rather nervous smile of her own. River was very conscious of how close they were sitting, their faces less than a foot apart. She eyed Alyssa’s full lips, longing to taste them. “Ever kissed anyone?”

Alyssa shook her head.

River hesitated, then figured she might as well go for broke. “You don’t have to, but…  wanna try it?”

Alyssa stared at her for a few seconds, and River began to regret making the offer. She hadn’t meant to push too much or make her guest uncomfortable. Once more, she reminded herself that this was all new to Alyssa.

Just as she was about to apologize, though, Alyssa spoke. “Okay,” was all she said.

“Oh, yeah?” River replied. “Cool!” Excitement surged through her. She’d only ever kissed Livi and Kacey, and they were well used to each other by now. The prospect of making out with someone new—especially someone as pretty as Alyssa—had River’s pulse racing.

She leaned forward, closing her eyes, and their lips met. The kiss was rather tentative at first, with Alyssa’s inexperience showing, but soon enough they got a feel for each other. Alyssa’s lips were nice and soft, slightly different from Kacey’s or Livi’s in their own way. River figured that every girl’s mouth must feel subtly distinct when kissing.

“Mm. That’s nice,” Alyssa said once their lips parted.

“Right?”

They exchanged smiles, Alyssa’s more assured than before, then River went back in for another kiss. Her partner eagerly welcomed it, quickly growing in confidence as their mouths moved together. River decided that Alyssa would fit in quite nicely with their little group.

Lost in the kiss, River let a hand wander to Alyssa’s thigh, then up her side, her ribs, her… She paused just before reaching the girl’s breast, realizing just in time that her new partner might consider that a big step to cross. “Is this okay?” she asked.

This time, Alyssa hesitated only a second before giving a quick nod, then leaned forward to capture River’s mouth with her own.

River was pleased that Alyssa was already taking the lead—oh yes, they’d get along very well—and even more pleased that she’d been given permission to fondle to her heart’s content. She wasted no time cupping one of Alyssa’s ample breasts. Damn, they were definitely bigger than Livi’s. She quickly found the stiff nipple, straining against the fabric of Alyssa’s shirt, and teased it between finger and thumb, making her partner moan into their kiss.

She rested her other hand on Alyssa’s thigh, already wondering if the girl would let her slide it between her legs, or even inside her leggings…

Urgent cries suddenly reminded River that they weren’t alone in the room. Breaking apart, they turned towards the bed, where Livi and Kacey were both trembling, moaning loudly as they ate each other. She was pretty sure they were both coming.

“Uh, oops. Did you notice who came first?” she whispered to Alyssa, who only gave a helpless shrug. “Shit.”

Kacey finally rolled off Livi, and for a moment both girls lay spent, sweaty, panting and utterly sated… and sexy as hell. Kacey struggled to sit up, then lifted an arm up in victory. “I win!”

“What? No way! You totally came first,” Livi protested.

“Nuh-uh. You cried out before me!”

“Just one cry doesn’t mean I’m actually coming… You were shaking all over. I know how you are when you come, girl.”

“I know how you are, too! Okay, River, tell her I’m the winner.”

Both girls turned towards River expectantly.

“Ummm… actually, it was… pretty much at the same time,” River said. It might have been the truth, but she simply wasn’t sure. “Right, Alyssa?”

“Uh, yeah, sure. I’d say so.”

Kacey and Livi both frowned, serious doubt etched on their faces.

“No way,” Kacey said. “Were you guys even paying attention?” She peered at River and Alyssa suspiciously, taking in the fact that they were practically in each other’s lap. River belatedly took her hand away from Alyssa’s thigh, which probably just made her look even guiltier. “Wait a minute, what’s going on over there? I thought you were just gonna watch, New Girl!”

Alyssa scratched the back of her head, looking extremely sheepish. “Welllll… you know… it got a little, um, heated around here… and maybe one thing led to another…”

Livi and Kacey looked at each other. “They were fooling around instead of doing their damn job!” Kacey said.

“Unbelievable. Failing their sacred duty.” Livi shook her head with the intense disappointment of a parent whose child flunked all their classes.

“Now we’re gonna have to do it all over again, some other time,” Kacey sighed. The two looked somber for a few seconds, then broke into a grin. “Well, that’s fine with me!” she added.

Livi turned to River and Alyssa. “So… do we also get to have fun with Alyssa, or is it a private thing between you two?”

“I’m okay with sharing,” River said, then looked at Alyssa. “What do you think?”

Alyssa blinked, looking at each of them in turn, then finally shrugged. “When in Rome, I guess!”

“All right!” Kacey pumped her fist, then jumped down from the bed to join River and Alyssa on the mattresses. “I think you’re wearing too much, though.”

Alyssa looked down at herself, then at the very nude Kacey. “Oh… maybe?”

Kacey glanced at Livi. “You thinking what I’m thinking?” At Livi’s nod, she shouted, “Get ‘em!”

Alyssa squealed as Kacey pounced on her, grasped the waistband of her leggings and tried to pull them down. Meanwhile, Livi grabbed the bottom of River’s shorts and gave them an insistent tug.

“Hey, you don’t have to force me,” River said, laughing. She was only too happy to get naked.

Lifting her butt, she let Livi yank off her shorts, then took off her own top and tossed it to the side. Now teaming up with Livi, they each snagged one side of Alyssa’s shirt and pulled it over her head—without much resistance, as the girl lifted her arms to help. At the same time, Kacey finished taking off the leggings, leaving all of them buck naked.

“Holy shit!” Kacey exclaimed, staring at Alyssa’s chest. “Move over, Livi. We have a new Queen of Tits.”

“Queen of… ugh.” Livi facepalmed. “Did you really just say that? First of all, you of all people should know that it’s not the size that matters.” She reached out to pinch Kacey’s nipple, and got furiously swatted away. Turning back to Alyssa, she added, “But that said… yeah, wow, amazing boobs, gotta say.”

“Um, th-thanks? God, this is so embarrassing.” Alyssa squeezed her eyes shut, as if that would make the situation go away.

River protectively wrapped her arms around the poor girl. “C’mon. Leave her alone, you guys.” She could well imagine how awkward it would be to find yourself the center of attention like this. Still, her friends were totally right: Alyssa had magnificent tits. They were big for a girl her age, but perky and perfectly shaped. River had a strong urge to fondle one, but restrained herself for the moment.

Instead, she turned to Alyssa and said, “It’s okay. They just think you’re super hot. As they should.” She gave the girl a soft kiss, pleased to feel her relax in response.

“Yeah! I wasn’t making fun at all. I’m super jelly, actually,” Kacey said, shifting closer. “So… Can I touch them?” she asked—blunt as always, but flashing a cheeky grin. “I mean, you can feel mine, too, but…” She looked down at herself. ”Yeah, there’s not much there.”

Alyssa gave a shaky laugh. “No, I think you’re… pretty hot, too.”

Kacey thrust her chest forward. “Go ahead, then.”

Alyssa giggled at the absurdity of the situation, but a mischievous smile played on her lips. She reached out with one hand, hesitated a second, then ran her palm over one of Kacey’s little boobs. She gave it a squeeze, her smile growing wider, then dragged a thumb across the stiff nipple, making Kacey draw in a sharp breath.

Then it was Kacey’s turn to explore Alyssa’s tits. Gazing into the girl’s eyes, she waited for a nod, then grabbed two big handfuls. “Woooow,” she said, clearly impressed, while Alyssa let out a cute little whimper.

River was watching the scene, partly aroused and partly jealous of Kacey, when Livi pressed up against her back. A quick lick at her ear made River gasp.

“So… Did you at least get wet watching us, or were you too distracted?” Livi’s hand snaked around River’s tummy and slipped between her legs, one finger deftly pushing straight into her. “Mmm, damn… sure is juicy down there.”

River cried out at this sudden but very pleasant intrusion. That got the notice of Alyssa, who grinned at her when she noticed what Livi was doing. But her attention was soon taken away when Kacey claimed her mouth in a heated kiss.

River watched the passionate exchange as Livi’s finger moved back and forth inside her, then it slipped out and began to rapidly tickle her clit. “God, yeah, Liv. I need it so bad,” River moaned, leaning back against her friend.

“Well, then… maybe you should have done your job properly.” And with that, Livi suddenly withdrew, letting River fall back on one of the mattresses. “So instead, Alyssa gets to come first,” Livi said, moving towards the other girl but looking back at River, making a show of sucking on the finger that had been inside her.

“What? That’s not fair!” River protested. “Alyssa got distracted, too!”

“Maybe. But I have a feeling I know who started the distraction.” Livi playfully nudged Kacey away from their guest. “My turn,” she said, then began to kiss Alyssa herself.

River couldn’t exactly deny that she was the one who had initiated things with Alyssa when they were supposed to be “judging” but… it still seemed unfair. Grumbling to herself, she sat back up, watching her three friends.

Kacey shot Livi an annoyed look—which the girl completely ignored, busy as she was making out with Alyssa. With a shrug, Kacey bent to use her mouth on Alyssa’s nipple instead. She extended her tongue to flick at the stiff little nub while fondling the other breast.

“Ah! God!” Alyssa gasped. She glanced from one girl to the other, looking rather taken aback. “This is… so wild,” she said before meeting Livi’s lips again.

Kacey raised her head from Alyssa’s breast just long enough to say, “Wait ‘til we get to your pussy!”

River smiled. She knew full well how deliciously overwhelming it could be to find yourself the center of attention of two horny girls. And if two were so great, what about three?

She eyed the scene. There was a very choice spot left for her.

Crawling forward, she gently pushed Alyssa’s legs apart. There was a muffled sound in response, but Alyssa’s mouth was filled with Livi’s tongue at the moment, so whatever she meant to say was unclear. In any case, she didn’t resist, leaving her legs open as River trailed kisses up her inner thigh.

Pausing a moment, River admired her new friend’s sex up close. The lips were adorned with dark, curly hair, though it was rather short, and River wondered if Alyssa kept it trimmed. A strong scent of arousal wafted to her nostrils. Alyssa was clearly excited about what was to follow, and River was only too happy to fulfill her expectations.

Leaning forward, she let her tongue slip out for a taste, gently parting Alyssa’s labia to find abundant wetness within. The flavor was at once familiar and subtly different, and River was eager to discover all the uniqueness of her new partner. She pushed her tongue deeper, teasing Alyssa’s entrance for a moment, then trailing upwards.

A loud moan caught River’s attention. Alyssa had broken the kiss and was now staring down at her, open-mouthed. On either side, Kacey and Livi were fondling those awesome tits. River winked up at the girl, then tickled her clit with a flick of the tongue.

Alyssa let out a great cry and her eyes rolled wildly, as dramatic a reaction as River could have wished for.

“Shhh,” Livi said. “I know we said the noise wasn’t a problem, but… maybe not that loud.”

“S-sorry!” Alyssa panted. “God, that feels soooo good.”

“I know, right?” Livi chuckled. “River’s got a very talented mouth.” She favored River with a smile, then began to nibble at Alyssa’s earlobe and nuzzle her neck. Meanwhile, Kacey had her mouth on Alyssa’s breasts, occasionally switching from one to the other.

It had to be quite the sensory overload, but River wasn’t going to give her new lover a moment’s rest. This was Alyssa’s first sexual experience, and it was going to be absolutely mindblowing. River set to pleasuring her partner with a new fervor, exploring each fold of her sex, dipping inside now and then, and of course, frequently returning to her clit. She was intent to show Alyssa all the wonderful sensations that a skillful tongue on her pussy could conjure up.

Alyssa twitched, a whimper escaping her lips. It appeared that she’d gone limp in Livi’s arms, but then she spread her legs even further apart, thrusting her sex against River’s mouth. She’d been hesitant to join in at first, but now Alyssa had fully given herself over to this new experience. River silently rejoiced at the thought—it seemed that their little circle might just get a fourth member.

“Oh! I… I can’t… Shit! I’m… I’m gonna…” Alyssa whispered haltingly.

It was good that Livi had the presence of mind to muffle Alyssa with a kiss just before she came, because by the sound of things, she might have awakened the neighbors with her cries. River was thrilled by the response, and did her best to prolong Alyssa’s ecstasy, stopping only when the girl had quieted down, reduced to a panting, quivering mess.

Sitting up, River exchanged a satisfied smile with Kacey and Livi. “Well, I’d say that was a job well done!”

“Looks like it,” Kacey said. “What do you think, New Girl? Still with us?”

“Oh… oh, my God…” Alyssa breathed. “That was… How did you do that? I’ve never… y’know, it was never so intense for me before.”

River smirked. “I’ve had some practice. And anyway, it’s always better when someone else does it for you.”

“Don’t be modest,” Kacey said, crawling up to River. “You’re damn good at eating pussy… own it.” Turning to Alyssa, she added, “I mean, we all are, to be clear. But River has a pretty great tongue, and speaking of which…” Turning around again, she went straight for the French kiss, meeting River’s “great” tongue with her own.

River was happy to welcome Kacey into her mouth, and they drifted naturally into making out. Never one to waste time, Kacey slipped a hand between River’s legs, pressing a finger to her clit.

River threw her head back and moaned, a sudden jolt of pleasure coursing through every nerve in her body. Damn, she needed this.

“Ready to get off, then?” Kacey said, sporting a wicked grin.

“God, yes! Please.”

With that, Kacey unceremoniously pushed River down on the mattress and nudged her legs open. For a moment, it looked like she intended to dive right in, but then paused, looking as if she was considering something. Looking over her shoulder, she said, “Hey, New Girl… you want to do the honors?”

River squirmed a bit, unsure what to make of this. As turned on as she was, she was very much in the mood for Kacey’s aggressive approach, but on the other hand, she was thrilled by the thought of giving  Alyssa her first taste of pussy.

“M-me? Um…” Alyssa pushed herself up, clearly surprised. She met River’s eyes, then glanced down at her sex, on full display between embarrassingly splayed legs. A shy smile appeared on Alyssa’s lips as she resumed eye contact. “I mean, I’d like to make you feel as good as you did me but… um, not sure I’d know how to.”

“Don’t worry, it’s easy,” Kacey said. “Here, I’ll show you.” She patted a spot on the mattress between River’s legs, and a nervous Alyssa crawled up for a better look.

“It’s not rocket science or anything. Like, I don’t need to tell you this is a pussy. You can start by opening her lips, like this.” Demonstrating, Kacey spread River’s labia apart with both hands, revealing her most intimate spot.

It seemed that River was now a demonstration model in some weird sex ed lesson. She’d never felt quite so exposed, but had to admit it was exciting in some strange way. Livi moved up next to her, watching the proceedings with interest as she idly caressed River’s hair.

“Down there is her hole… lots of fun to play with,” Kacey continued. She illustrated the point by shoving her middle finger inside, making River cry out in surprise. “And up here is her little love button. You know what that’s for, right?” She gave River’s clit a few tweaks as she spoke, almost too rough for comfort.

“Aaah! God, Kacey!” River gasped and shuddered, a surge of pleasure nearly overwhelming her.

Kacey smirked at her, then continued Alyssa’s lesson. “So yeah, I’m sure you’ve already got a good idea of what feels nice. It’s mostly just… following your instincts, I guess. There’s no bad way to do it. You just lick all around her pussy, and when she gets loud, you keep doing that.”

Alyssa reached out to River’s sex and gave it a tentative caress, much gentler than Kacey had been. It was a nice contrast. Glancing up at River, Alyssa flashed a quick grin. “You’re so wet!”

“Now you know why they call her ‘River,’ ” Kacey said.

Alyssa snorted in laughter, but River just rolled her eyes. The joke wasn’t as funny after the tenth time you heard it. Kacey needed new material.

Examining the traces of wetness on her fingers, Alyssa tried a cautious lick. River remembered how she’d worried about the taste, too, the first time she went down on Livi. But like River, Alyssa seemed satisfied that it wasn’t at all unpleasant, and she moved closer, her face now inches from River’s pussy.

The caress of warm breath on River’s sensitive flesh was tantalizing, and she felt unable to restrain herself for much longer—especially when Livi joined in and began to caress River’s breasts. She needed to get off, damn it!

The first uncertain lick brushed River’s clit, making her shudder with delight. Alyssa smiled nervously at her reaction, then went back in for a more thorough attempt, slipping her tongue between the lips to better explore River’s sex.

“Like this?” Alyssa asked after a moment.

“Mmm, yeah,” River purred. “Keep going.”

Alyssa bent to her work. She was doing quite well for a beginner, and the fact that it was her first time somehow made things even more exciting. Each swipe of the tongue set River’s nerve endings on fire, and she soon found herself moaning in time with Alyssa’s movements.

Kacey sat next to them, a hand tucked between her legs, observing her pupil with a critical eye. From time to time, she reached out with the other hand to tickle River’s clitoris, even kneeling down at one point to team up with Alyssa in a double-tongued assault, which felt positively divine. But Kacey mostly let Alyssa do the work, though, perhaps because she didn’t want River to come too soon, or she wanted to give the new girl plenty of practice, or she just found it hot to watch. Maybe all the above.

Meanwhile, Livi was teasing River’s nipples, gently pinching them until they were at their stiffest, sending echoing jolts of pleasure down to her pussy. Leaning in, she slipped her tongue into River’s mouth, quickly kindling a passionate French kiss. River had some trouble focusing on Livi’s tongue while Alyssa’s felt so damn good on her sex, but it was a nice “problem” to have.

Gently breaking their kiss, Livi smirked down at River. “How’s she doing?” she asked, nodding towards Alyssa.

“Mmmm, real good. She’s—aah!—a quick learner, for sure.” River’s breath was growing ragged, her pulse hammering as Alyssa’s tongue flicked and swiped, bringing her ever closer to satisfaction. For all her inexperience,  the new girl was having no trouble leading River to a nice, juicy orgasm.

Perhaps thinking along the same line, Kacey suddenly said, “Hey, wanna know the trick to making River come like it’s the fucking Fourth of July?”

“There’s a trick? Sure,” Alyssa said, pausing in mid-lick.

At the same time, River exclaimed, “Kacey! No!” God, so embarrassing. She didn’t need Alyssa to know about that just yet, maybe end up thinking she was some kind of weirdo. Still, she felt her pussy twitch at the very thought of it.

“What?” Kacey said as if she didn’t see the big deal at all.

“Shush, you know you want it,” Livi agreed, before muffling River’s protest with a kiss.

God, they were right. River did want it. She couldn’t even really explain why she enjoyed such a dirty thing, but damn, it turned her on so much.

“See, first you get a finger all nice and wet,” Kacey explained, sticking one of her digits all the way inside River’s vagina, twisting around until it was well lubricated. “Then you move a little lower and…”

River tensed up as she felt Kacey withdraw that finger from her pussy and trace a path downwards, though she did try to relax in anticipation of what was about to come. She whimpered when Kacey gently pushed against her anus, her finger slowly gaining entrance.

She heard Alyssa exclaim, “Holy crap!” but couldn’t see her expression as Livi was in the way. Maybe that was for the best. It seemed slightly less embarrassing if no one was staring at her, though that didn’t stop her cheeks from getting very warm.

All that paled in comparison to the excitement she felt, though. It wasn’t even about the physical sensation. Not just that, at least, though it did feel pretty nice in a weird way. But beyond that, simply being aware that this was something so lewd and obscene, that… well… there was a finger up her ass, was enough to turn her arousal up to eleven.

“Now just lick her clit and you’ll see… she’ll come in five seconds flat,” Kacey was saying.

River shook her head, desperate to prove Kacey wrong. This wasn’t going to get her off that fast, come on. But as soon as Alyssa’s tongue touched her clit, making her asshole clamp snugly around Kacey’s finger, it was like getting hit by blissful lightning, and she knew that there was no stopping the orgasm that was about to crash into her. She wasn’t sure how many seconds had elapsed, but suspected that Kacey’s five-second guess wasn’t far off.

Then she stopped thinking, and embarrassment was the last thing on her mind as she came and came and came. Eyes squeezed shut, her world was reduced to the tongue licking her pussy, the finger penetrating her rectum, and the amazing sensations they gave her.

As if from far away, she heard Kacey laughing. “See? I told you!”

Let her laugh, River thought, feeling way too good to care. As she began to slowly descend from her ecstatic high, she found herself nestled in Livi’s arms.

“Big one?” the girl asked with a knowing smile.

River nodded emphatically, unable to speak.

“Um, should… should I stop now?” Alyssa asked, pausing her licking and giving River an opportunity to catch her breath.

River nodded again, glad for the reprieve. She’d become too sensitive down there for more stimulation. She felt Kacey carefully pull her finger out, which made River twitch with one last jolt of pleasure as it popped free of her ass.

“Wow, you girls are kinky,” Alyssa said as she sat up.

“Don’t look at me,” Livi said. “Nothing goes in my ass.”

“Yeah, I tried once, but it doesn’t do much for me,” Kacey added. “That’s just River being a butt slut.”

River gaped at that, giving her head a shake to clear her foggy brain. “I’m a what? Hey, who dared me to try it in the first place? And who keeps wanting to do it to me?” She felt her cheeks flush.

Kacey shrugged, looking completely unconcerned with her role in the matter.

“It’s okay,” Alyssa said. “Whatever floats your boat, right? It was, um, really hot to watch you come so hard.”

“Yeah?” River said, a little mollified. “Well, that’s thanks to you. You did really great! You sure this was your first time?”

Alyssa laughed. “It was! I really did a good job, then?”

“Mmm-hmm.” River motioned Alyssa closer with a finger, then showed the girl some appreciation with a juicy kiss.

“So… how’d you like your first taste of pussy?” Kacey asked.

The shy smile that appeared on Alyssa’s lips soon grew into a grin. “I, um, I loved it. It felt sooo… I dunno, sexy to feel her like that with my tongue, and see her respond and hear her moan and all that.” She let out a timid chuckle. “Damn, I’m all turned on again.”

River exchanged knowing smiles with Livi and Kacey. “Sounds like you’ll fit in just fine with our little group!”

“And hey, if you like eating pussy that much…” Kacey said, slipping a hand down to her sex and spreading the lips, “I got one right here that could use your help.”

Alyssa snorted. “Still can’t believe this is all happening but… yeah, I’m game!”

As she began crawling towards Kacey, Livi interjected, “Hey, what about me? I need some, too. I got all hot from watching.”

River smiled, wrapping both arms around the girl. “Give me a minute and I’ll take care of you,” she said, feeling her energy—and desire—returning with a vengeance.

“My hero,” Livi said, affecting a mock-swoon.

“I got a better idea,” Kacey said, “since I think we’re all horny again… wanna try our longest daisy chain yet?”

Now there was an inspired notion. The look in Livi’s eyes said she was definitely up for it. River had just come a few minutes earlier but… why not? She definitely felt aroused enough to give it a shot.

Alyssa furrowed her brow. “Daisy chain?”

“Never heard of that?” Kacey said. “See, it’s simple. You eat me, and… let’s see. Livi eats you, River eats Livi, and I get River and close the loop,” she explained, pointing at each of them in turn.

“Holy crap,” Alyssa said, her eyebrows rising up as she contemplated the notion. “For real? You’ve done that before?”

“Yeah, few times. Bet it’s even more fun with four links in the chain, though!”

Alyssa considered that for a moment, then flashed a mischievous grin. “Okay, I’m in!”

“All right! Get over here, then,” Kacey said as she lay down and spread her legs wide.

Alyssa got into position between Kacey’s legs, then turned her body towards Livi. “This way?”

“Oh, yeah,” Livi murmured as she drew closer to the black girl’s gorgeous pussy. “That works.”

Livi took her place, roughly parallel to Kacey, then River maneuvered into the last spot, completing the wonky square shape. She laid her head on Livi’s thigh and pushed the other leg upward, opening her friend’s pussy. Seeing it up close and breathing in the strong scent of arousal made her own sex twitch in anticipation.

“Well, let’s do this, then,” Kacey said, and with that, she immediately dove in, clutching two handfuls of River’s ass and lapping at her pussy with great vigor.

River moaned, pure pleasure rushing through her body. The only problem with daisy chains was that it could be hard to focus on your task when you were feeling so good. It was tempting to just lie there a moment, enjoying Kacey’s attentions, but she forced herself to lean forward and slip her tongue between Livi’s pussy lips, letting it roam from her hole to her clit.

Soon, the room was filled with muffled moans, and it sounded like everyone was having a great time. From time to time, River let her fingers take over for her tongue so that she could crane her neck and catch a glimpse of Livi licking Alyssa licking Kacey. They looked hot and sexy as hell, fueling her excitement.

She gasped when she felt Kacey reach between her ass cheeks, pressing against her anus. Her friend stopped short of penetration this time, simply caressing her rosebud, which still felt really nice, especially along with the wonderful things Kacey was doing with her tongue. River was beginning to wonder if Kacey wasn’t more into butt stuff than she claimed to be.

Meanwhile, River was doing her best to pleasure Livi. When she began to circle the girl’s clit with her tongue, Livi reached out to hold River’s head in place. The message was pretty clear. Focusing her attention on the little bud, River flicked it repeatedly with her tongue, accelerating the rhythm as Livi’s moans grew  urgent.

Kacey’s cries were also getting more intense. Not so much in volume, muffled as they were by a faceful of pussy, but River could feel the vibrations reverberate through her sex. It felt strange, yet stimulating.

Suddenly, Livi’s thighs clamped around River’s head, her body going rigid. River knew what that meant. At the same moment, Kacey’s tongue slowed, then paused, her breath hot and harsh against River’s pussy. Were her friends both coming? Livi and Kacey really were weirdly in sync at times. Maybe they had got off at the same time during their challenge.

Whatever the reason, Kacey was no longer licking her. River was a little frustrated by the abrupt interruption of her pleasure, but at least it allowed her to concentrate on giving Livi the most powerful orgasm she could. She used her tongue for all she was worth, making Livi quiver and shake until she finally pushed River’s head away.

Now free to move, River took a look around and saw that both Livi and Kacey were panting hard, slowly catching their breaths after their climax. Alyssa looked rather pleased with herself, no doubt happy with her newfound skill at making girls come.

Positioned as Kacey was, her lips were lightly grazing River’s pussy, making her ache for attention. When she couldn’t take it anymore, she tapped Kacey’s forehead with a finger. “Hey, doofus… finish the job!”

“Yeah, yeah,” Kacey mumbled. “Mm. You were right, New Girl’s pretty good…”

A moan from Alyssa indicated that Livi had been quicker to resume her task. River had a good view of her friend giving Alyssa’s pussy great big licks, a lovely sight that made her a little envious. Thankfully, Kacey didn’t let her languish for too long. Soon, the girl’s tongue was back where it belonged, parting River’s labia and giving her a thorough probing.

“Mmmm, yeah,” River murmured, tangling her fingers into her friend’s short hair as she reveled in the blissful feelings Kacey was giving her. Damn, the girl sure was no slouch when it came to eating pussy.

Keeping an eye on Livi and Alyssa, River found it very erotic to watch them going at it, amplifying her own excitement. Alyssa looked so sexy, one hand coming up to caress her boobs, letting out little mewling cries, doing her best to be as quiet as she could but not quite succeeding.

Their eyes met, and Alyssa flashed a bashful smile, maybe still feeling a little shy about everything. That didn’t stop her from ogling River and Kacey, though. Her lustful gaze roamed over the scene, not missing any detail.

River grinned back. There was something thrilling about being observed during sex, she’d discovered. Maybe Alyssa was feeling it, too. The girl bit her lip as they leered at each other, her breath quickening, sweat pearling on her dark skin, eyes glazing over with ecstasy. She looked radiant. Not to take anything away from Kacey or Livi, but Alyssa might just be the hottest girl in their little group, River decided.

And then Alyssa squeezed her eyes shut, clamping a hand over her mouth just in time to muffle a long wordless cry. Her back arched up from the mattress, her body trembling in the throes of an intense-looking orgasm.

That was enough to set River off. Kacey’s amazing oral skills had been steadily bringing her closer to the edge, and the sight of Alyssa coming pushed her right off. Pure bliss radiated outward from her sex, and Kacey knew just what to do to keep it going. River shook her head from side to side, jaw firmly clenched to keep her moans in. God, that was a big one.

Finally, her pleasure slowly began to fade, and she squirmed away from Kacey’s mouth, managing to catch a much-needed lungful of air. She lay motionless for a while, waiting for her brain to function properly again.

When River opened her eyes, she found Kacey sitting next to her, flashing a self-satisfied smirk. River couldn’t fault her. She motioned weakly and the girl leaned over for a kiss. Between them, they shared the flavor of River’s pussy, a sexy and very intimate part of lovemaking that River had always enjoyed.

Glancing over at the others, she saw that Alyssa was cradled in Livi’s arms, looking a little dazed. She crawled over to where they lay, Kacey close behind. They all rested there in a heap, slowly recovering.

After a while, Alyssa suddenly burst out laughing, and the rest of them turned to her, confused.

“I guess I know why you all were acting so weird before. You were afraid you wouldn’t get to… well, do all this if I was around, huh?”

“Well… yeah,” River sheepishly admitted. “See, it was nothing against you. We just had, um, a different kind of fun planned.”

“But I’d say it all worked out in the end,” Livi said.

“For sure! I didn’t think it would go this well!” River said. “So… should we invite you next time?”

Alyssa grinned. “Oh, no way I’m missing more of this!”

“Hell yeah,” Kacey said, high-fiving their new friend. “Welcome to the club, Alyssa.”

“Oh, did I get promoted from ‘New Girl’?”

“Eh, we’ll see. I guess we did get to know each other pretty intimately there. Not a bad initiation!”

They laughed, then Alyssa said, “Okay, are we gonna get some sleep now, though, or…? Gotta admit, I’m exhausted.”

“Sure, we can sleep,” River said, chuckling.

“Does that mean that Kacey won’t start things up again in the middle of the night?” Livi asked.

Kacey raised an eyebrow. “No promises.”

Giggling, they turned off the lights and snuggled up on the mattresses. No need to get into their sleeping bags, they were already warm enough like this.

Before closing her eyes, River reached out to take Alyssa’s hand and gave it a squeeze. She could barely see the girl smiling back in the darkness. They’d ran into each other by complete coincidence that afternoon, and now they’d had some pretty wild sex, but somehow River was certain that they would become even closer in the months to come.

The End

Introduction by JetBoy: Those of you who have been long-term denizens of the Juicy Secrets community will probably recall a wonderful yet tragically incomplete story entitled “Pages From a Diary.” It ran for seventeen chapters, then the author vanished from our radar in early 2019. Since then, it’s become one of the most longed-for of our unfinished works.

Fast-forward to August of this year, when we received a heartfelt apology from Ms. Yukey. Personal reasons had obliged her to abandon “Pages” in midstream, and she was still conflicted about taking it on again… but lo and behold, she did have something else for us: a brand new novel-length story. She gave us the first two chapters, and Amanda and I immediately concurred that yes, this little saga looked to be a serious contender. We accepted, I applied a hint of editing here and there… and now, we officially launch the opening of Rachael Yukey’s new 23-chapter novella.

Rachael told us up front: This is a mystery novel that prominently features Ff lesbian erotica, NOT erotica first and foremost. There’s lots of sex in it, much more than you’ll find in any ordinary novel, but the sex is not necessarily the primary focus of the plot. So if a straight-up stroke story is what you’re after, go read something else. If you dare dump on Rachel’s story because “there’s not enough sex,” I will hunt you down and administer a wedgie that will leave your eyes permanently crossed.

I should also add that there is a smidgen of hetero activity in the story as well, nearly all of it early on. Fear not: the vast majority of the sex is lesbian.

Finally, an additional bit of good news. I kept dropping hints to Rachael (with all the subtlety of a flung shovel) that it would be a Very Fine Thing if she’d at least consider picking up the thread of “Pages From a Diary,” once more. Maybe just read the thing once again, I suggested, see if you get inspired? Well, out of the blue, Rachael informed me that not only had she delved back into the story, she’d penned two new chapters! Since then, I’ve received another four installments, so “Pages,” is up and running, people! By mutual agreement, though, we’ll be holding off on making those public until “Strange Brew,” has run its course. And with that, let me cease my endless rambling and let you get to the story. Please enjoy.

 

By Rachael Yukey

“3520, Franklin – we’re pulling up on scene.”

“Copy that, 3520, your time is 06:21.”

Before the county dispatcher had completed his sentence, I was dropping the mic onto the magnetic clip. My partner eased the ambulance around the front of the ladder truck that was blocking both lanes of country blacktop, killing the siren but leaving the lights flashing. I timestamped our arrival on my laptop, flipped it closed, and was already pushing the passenger-side door open as the rig came to a halt just abreast of the two ruined cars in the ditch. Between the fog and the morning dusk of early spring, I couldn’t see a whole hell of a lot.

I’m Antoinette Hastings, by the way. I’m a paramedic with Thormleton Ambulance, a privately owned small-city Advanced Life Support service in the upper midwest. My partner Justin and I had just hauled ass twenty miles through the fog and over bad roads in response to a collision.

Entering the back of the rig through the side door, I tossed the laptop onto the bench seat and tugged the first-in bag from its compartment. Justin popped the rear doors and pulled the cot out.

“Just leave it on the shoulder for now,” I told him as I hastily cranked the heat in the back all the way up. The patients still trapped in the vehicles had to be getting pretty damn cold by now.

As I exited the rig, a second ambulance pulled in behind us. Peering into the ditch, I could see a little better now. A blue Toyota Camry was on its side, with no activity surrounding it. Firefighters were working around a white Chevy crossover that looked like it had struck something head-on, then rolled a couple of times. One of the firefighters was wielding the jaws of life, working at cutting away the roof support beams. Another small group of rescue personnel were about twenty yards into a freshly plowed field, clustered around something I couldn’t quite make out.

I took a step towards the ditch, only to be brought up short by a hand on my elbow. I turned to face a short but sturdy blonde woman in the brown uniform of a Franklin County Sheriff’s deputy.

“Down here, Nettie,” said Cindy Koep, guiding me away from the cars and towards the cluster of bodies in the field. “The guy from the Toyota’s already out and sitting in the back of my squad to keep warm. I don’t think he’s hurt. The driver of the Chevy is trapped inside. She’s obviously intoxicated, but she’s talking to us, at least. Her passenger was unrestrained, and got ejected. Eleven-year-old girl. She’s hurt pretty bad.”

“Did you call flight?”

“Flight was a no-go for weather.”

“Shit. Do we know who it is?”

“You probably know the driver. Lisa Milne? She lives in your town. Her daughter is the one that got ejected. Chelsey, that’s her name.”

My pulse quickened. Little Chelsey. Dammit.

The little circle of humanity parted as we approached, revealing the half-grown body sprawled across the rough ground. The girl tried to lift her head to look up at us, but gentle hands restrained her.

I dropped to my knees beside her, my partner Justin coming around to the other side. I sized up the situation at a glance. The left forearm was deformed; a clear and obvious fracture. The jeans looked suspiciously tight over her left thigh. Blood oozed from scrapes on her exposed hands, and from a laceration to the right side of her head. She was shivering violently with cold, moaning with almost every breath. All the firefighters had done was place a cervical collar around her neck, but they had a backboard ready to go.

Justin pulled his trauma shears from his trousers, clearly intending to begin cutting clothing. I held up my hand. “Uh-uh,” I said. “We need to get her out of the cold first. Justin, you stabilize c-spine. One of you other guys, grab a dressing out of my bag and hold pressure on that head injury. The rest of you pick her up and put her on that backboard, and let’s move.”

With Justin holding the girl’s head still and counting off the moves, they gently lifted her onto the backboard. Chelsey screamed as they picked her up.

I gripped her hand. “Listen to me, sweetheart,” I said, as the group of men lifted the board on Justin’s count and hastened across the field. “I know it hurts, but we have to get you out of the cold. We’ll get you something for pain once we’re in the ambulance. Don’t try to talk right now, just rest.”

I had no idea if the child was coherent enough to comprehend any of this; I just had to hope for the best. I did a half-assed trauma assessment as we walked, checking pulses at the wrists and ankles, listening to her lungs, and getting the best look I could at the injuries. As we passed the cars, I noted that Lisa Milne had been extricated from her vehicle, and was being loaded into the other ambulance. I hope it hurts, you stupid meth-addled bitch.

As they set the backboard on the cot, I addressed the firefighters. “I need my partner in the back,” I said, “so I’m gonna need one of you guys to drive. Take us to Pinewood, and don’t spare the diesel fuel. Once we’re rolling, radio the hospital and give them a heads-up that we’re activating a trauma code.”

I entered through the side door of the rig as the firefighters shoved the cot in from the rear. Justin came in behind it, the men outside slamming the doors closed.

“Wrap a pressure dressing around that head injury, then start cutting her clothes off,” I instructed him. I yanked my trauma shears out and cut a slit up the right arm of Chelsey’s jacket, rapidly exposing the uninjured arm. The front door of the rig slammed, the siren wailed, and we lurched forward, almost knocking me from my perch on the bench. Goddamn firefighters. 

Twisting my body around, I waved my badge in front of the scanner on the narcotics safe mounted above the bench seat. The lock opened with an audible click, and I extracted the narc box. Selecting a vial, I drew up half of it into a syringe, and turned back to the little girl on the cot..

Justin was cutting the rest of the jacket and shirt off with quick, efficient movements, flipping the material over so it hung from beneath the little girl’s body like the flayed skin of a dead animal. I cleaned the upper right arm with an alcohol prep, then uncapped the safety needle.

Justin looked at me with raised eyebrows. “No IV?”

“Oh, I’ll get one,” I said, “but I want to get some pain meds on board before I traction that leg, and this way is faster.”

I turned my eyes to Chelsey. She was staring at me with glazed eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks.

“I’m going to give you something for the pain, Chelsey,” I told her. “There’ll be a quick sting on your arm, but then you’ll feel better.”

The little girl just sobbed, and it dawned on me that she had yet to utter a single word. I got a firm grip on her arm, then plunged the needle in. She tried to flinch away, but I held on tight and pushed the plunger home.

Justin had just finished cutting off the right leg of the jeans, and was now cutting a slit up the left. Chelsey screamed and tried to jerk her leg away.

“Chelsey, listen to me,” I said urgently. “I need you to be as still as you can, even if what we do hurts. That pain medicine should start working soon. Do you understand?” I gazed straight into her eyes as I said it, and she gave a small nod. Tears stood on her cheeks.

Justin completed his cut, and I examined the swollen thigh more closely. It did nothing to improve my disposition. There was almost certainly a femur fracture under there. I looked up, and Justin was staring at me, waiting for instructions. I sighed inwardly. Justin is a decent technical EMT, but he’d be a catastrophe as a paramedic. He’s utterly incapable of taking the initiative.

“Get me a full set of vitals,” I told him, trying to keep an impatient edge out of my voice. “Then put a SAM splint on that arm. Make sure you check radial pulses both before and after you do it, please.”

Sliding across the bench seat towards the front of the rig, I flipped up the cushion where my ass had just been parked. The traction splint was stored in the compartment beneath it. I closed the compartment, slid back down the bench, and slipped the splint under Chelsey’s leg. She shrieked again, but somehow managed to keep still.

Chelsey moaned as I began to apply traction, but it was nothing like the noise she’d been making earlier. Good; the pain meds were working their magic. She was a slender girl, of normal height for her age, and I applied traction based on what I hoped was a reasonably good estimate of her body weight. I checked to make sure she still had a pulse in her left ankle, then mopped the sweat from my forehead with a hand towel. Justin pushed a button on the monitor, and the blood pressure cuff he’d placed on the right arm began to inflate. I noticed that Chelsey was still wearing panties.

I caught Justin’s eye. “Cut her underwear off, too. With this kind of major trauma you really do need to inspect every square centimeter of her body. Just throw a blanket over her once you make sure we didn’t miss anything.”

Justin hastened to comply as I wrapped a rubber tourniquet around the unbroken right arm, and started poking around for an IV site. I glanced over as the girl’s pubic area came into view. The clinical part of my mind was dominant at the moment, taking note of a merciful lack of injuries, aside from a contusion on the left hip that had been concealed by Chelsey’s panties. But another, less disciplined part of my brain took note of the barely-visible dusting of prepubescent hair, and the sweet puffiness of the outer lips.

I brutally shoved the thought aside. What the fuck is wrong with you?

The ambulance leaned heavily into a curve. Justin, who was standing at the moment, was hurled against the wall.

“Watch those curves!” I shouted to whoever the hell was driving. “I’m about to start a line; I need a little stability back here.”

Luckily, Chelsey had terrific veins. “There’s gonna be another poke in your arm, honey,” I informed her. “I need you to hold still. On three. One… two… three.”

Chelsey took it like a trooper, not even flinching as I slid the needle in. I advanced the catheter, flushed it in, and secured it to her arm. “Okay, Chelsey,” I said. “How’s that pain right now?” If she didn’t start speaking soon, I was going to get a lot more worried.

“G-getting worse again,” she got out in a weak, raspy voice.

“Okay, I’m going to give you some more pain medicine,” I said. “It’s called Fentanyl, and it’ll make you feel a lot better.”

“Isn’t that the stuff that kills people?” she croaked.

I tried for a reassuring smile. “Fentanyl is a really scary street drug, honey,” I informed her as I attached my syringe to her line and began slowly pushing the drug, “but the amounts I’m giving you are very safe. It’ll help with the pain, but that’s all. Okay?”

She gave me a little smile, and my heart melted. “Okay,” she said in a hoarse whisper. “Your n-name is Nettie, isn’t it?”

“It sure is,” I said, detaching my syringe from the line. I glanced up at the monitor, which had just finished taking a second blood pressure. It was lower than the first, enough so to make me a bit nervous. She hadn’t lost all that much blood from the head wound, so that meant there had to be some internal hemorrhaging going on. I briefly debated my options, decided they were all bad, and resolved to simply keep an eye on it until we got to the hospital. The rig was slowing, and I glanced out the side window. Were we already pulling into Johnstown?

“I need to call in a report to the hospital,” I told Justin. “See if you can get a second line. You’ll have to put it in the same arm; we can’t use the broken one.” Justin nodded and began rummaging in the IV kit.

“Nettie?” Chelsey was tugging on my sleeve with her good arm.

“What is it, honey?”

“I didn’t have my seat belt on. It was really stupid, wasn’t it?”

“Don’t worry about that now.”

“I only took it off for a minute. Mom asked me to reach in the back seat and get her a pack of cigarettes.”

Jesus Christ, this just gets better and better.

“Nettie, am I going to be okay?” Her voice trailed off into a sob.

“They’ll take good care of you at the hospital,” I said. “We’re almost there. Try to rest… I have to call ahead and tell them what’s going on.”

“Nettie– can you hold my hand while you do that?”

I gripped the child’s hand, taking care to avoid the cuts and scrapes along the back of it. Reaching up to the mounted radio with the other, I switched channels and called the hospital.

***

That evening I lay sprawled on the couch, wearing nothing but a bathrobe I hadn’t bothered to tie shut, with the stereo cranked as loud as apartment living will allow. Mine is the generation of tiny earbuds, crappy desktop speakers, and streaming in compressed formats, but fuck that. I know high-end audio is mostly a male hobby, but it’s hardly the only quirk that separates me from other women. My audio system takes up an entire wall of my living room, and is worth more than my car.

And I hate bubblegum pop. Hate, hate, hate it. I’m a metalhead through and through. The soundtrack for this particular evening was provided by Iron Maiden. “Run to the Hills!” screamed Bruce Dickinson. Good plan, I thought, wondering for the millionth time what kept me tethered to this little slice of nowhere. Bronning is a dying agricultural town, with a population of 963 if one includes dogs, cats, chickens, and goats. Over 50% of the population is above the age of forty-five, and with the county using these little outlying towns as a sort of rural section eight, a depressingly large percentage of the under-forty population is on meth.

But, you know– it’s home. I grew up here, and small-town inertia keeps me hanging on somehow. I could move the thirty miles to Johnstown and live where I work instead of commuting forty minutes one way, or simply ditch Franklin County altogether. There’s a national shortage of medics; I could walk into a job at a nice, big, vibrant city and just start over. Yet here I sit.

I haven’t really described myself. I’m twenty-six, slender, and quite tall for a woman, coming in at just over six feet. I have black hair that I wear long– almost down to my ass– and I wear glasses with orange plastic frames. I like orange; I feel like it does a certain thing with the deep black of my hair.

I’ve been in EMS for my entire adult life. I took an EMT course while still in high school, and celebrated my eighteenth birthday by taking and passing the national registry test. I joined my hometown volunteer ambulance squad the next day. Four months later, I got a job at Thormleton ambulance in Johnstown, and started paramedic school. A year after graduating, I got my critical care certification, thinking I might like to become a flight medic. But I never did, because that would have required me to move. Like I said, something I can’t define keeps me hanging onto home.

The record I was listening to ended, and I got up to put on another. Blind Guardian this time. Before settling back onto the couch, I poured myself a glass of bourbon.

I know damn well I drink too much. I’ve been trying to cut back, but it’s tough. I don’t need a shrink to tell me that I’m dealing with emotional trauma stemming from life with a domineering bitch of a mother, and spending weekends with a distant, disinterested father. My job doesn’t always help. Badly injured children aren’t something one deals with every day, but when it does happen you can take it to the bank that little Nettie is going to polish off the day with a nightcap. Or two. Or six.

“Imaginations from the other side,” Hansi Kursch bellowed through my speakers. Where the fuck do I find the other side? I wondered. I sipped at my bourbon, willing myself to refrain from tossing it back and immediately going for another. Images of that poor, damaged child filled my head, along with an incandescent rage at the mother who had caused her suffering. I tried to block out the images of the injuries, focusing my mind instead on her sweet, cherubic, slightly freckled face.

But that wasn’t so easy, either. I have a problem, you see, one much bigger than childhood emotional trauma, or the stresses of emergency service. I’m bisexual, but that’s not the problem. The problem is that I’m excited most of all by females who are, shall we say, a wee bit on the young side. Or a large bit. Okay, fine– I get hot thinking about girls on the cusp of, or just barely into, puberty. I’ve never acted on my desires, and with discipline I can often avoid even thinking about them, but in moments of weakness my fantasies are dominated by images of myself naked and in bed with sweet young girls, performing deliciously salacious acts. Like I said, it’s a problem.

The bourbon was starting to mellow me, and images of Chelsey Milne’s sweet face and dirty blonde hair were kindling the first stirrings of excitement in my loins. And then, all unbidden, the image of her lovely, exposed vulva popped into my head. I closed my eyes, and my imagination did indeed begin to take me to the other side. I envisioned my fingers stroking the wispy down coating her smooth, still-childlike lips, imagined the softness of her skin; the moisture of excitement coating my fingertips. My own excitement was building, and I knew from long experience that if I reached down to touch my womanly center, I would find plenty of wetness there.

Stop it, damn you. By then I was thoroughly aroused. Masturbation was, at this point, inevitable. But dammit, the time had come to pick a different fantasy. Under these circumstances, I avoid concentrating on women. If I start thinking about pussy, my thoughts will inevitably turn to the sexes of underage girls, bald or with the lightest coating of down. So when my incipient pedophilia begins to manifest itself, I deliberately and forcefully turn my fantasies to men.

As I slid a hand down my belly and through the soft curls covering my pubis, I conjured images of a lean, youthful male face framed by shoulder-length chestnut hair. As I teased my slit and the first wave of pleasure engulfed me, I envisaged another hand– a small hand, attached to a willowy child’s arm, with a young girl’s face inches from mine. “Bright Eyes, burning like fire,” the recorded voice was crooning, as Chelsey Milne’s bright eyes burned holes in me through the window of my imagination. Goddamn it.

I tried again, but this time I was too distracted, too at war with myself for my fingers to conjure any response. My body was aching for release in every nerve ending, but at this rate I could go for hours and not get anywhere within shouting distance of a climax.

It was time for desperation tactics. I put down my whiskey and called the man with the lean face and the shoulder-length chestnut hair. Ninety minutes later, I was drifting off in Terrance Wilder’s bed.

Terry showed up out of nowhere four years ago, and soon came to refer to himself as the Conquistador of Jenkins Manor. The Jenkins practically founded the shining metropolis of Bronning (population 963 at the last Minnesota state census) with their bare hands, and the palatial home they built for the original patriarch has been in their family since the 1880s. If the old-timers are to be believed, children have been known to get lost in the cavernous old house trying to find their bedrooms.

The sale of the place came as a bit of a shock to the drugstore gossips, but to have a successful author with money to burn take possession was an even bigger surprise. People like that have been known to move to the country, but they’ll normally pick a nice resort town with good fishing and some summer nightlife. He didn’t even have family in the area, so far as anyone could determine. Nobody could quite figure out what he was doing in Bronning. I’ve been sleeping with him off and on for over three years, and I still can’t.

Folks liked him, though. Terry has a way with people, and it didn’t hurt that he immediately immersed himself in community service. He and his kids put in time at the food shelf once a week, could always be counted on for participation (to say nothing of a generous donation) at fundraisers, and around the end of his first year in town, he joined the ambulance squad.

You see, Bronning has an all-volunteer ambulance service. I’m the only paramedic on the squad, so most of the time a crew is made up of two EMTs. That’s what we call a Basic Life Support crew, or BLS for short. The paramedic level of care is Advanced Life Support, or ALS. The Bronning service is licensed and equipped for ALS, but most of the time there isn’t an ALS provider to give it. In short, it’s an ALS service if I’m there.

It’s really tough to keep a two-person volunteer crew on call 24/7 in a dying little town like Bronning. There’s never enough EMTs, and scheduling is a nightmare. Terry, after living in town for a year, learned how desperately short of personnel we were and signed up for a course. I met him when he was preparing for his skills testout. Since I’m the highest-level provider on the squad, I’m also the training officer, and I helped him practice for his skill stations. He was attractive, flirtatious, and fun, and he impressed the hell out of me with the energy he brought to what was, for him, strictly volunteer work. We got together at the station to practice his skills, and ended up in his bed that same night.

Since then we’ve had a tumultuous on and off relationship. We’ve been an official couple a few times, but never can seem to make it last very long. Part of it is that we’re so damn alike in some ways, but different in ways that get on each other’s nerves. Part of it is me; I may be bisexual, but I’m just that little bit more oriented towards women. Part of it is that regular exposure to his two oldest daughters, aged ten and twelve, brings out that wicked part of me that I fight so hard to suppress.

But, for all that, no matter what our relationship status, we always manage to remain friends, as well as occasional fuck-buddies. And on those nights when I need some dick to get my mind off of my craving for underage girls, Terry is always the first person I call. I still don’t understand what he’s doing in Bronning, or how he makes his living; I do know that he doesn’t work a regular job. He’s become a mainstay of the ambulance squad, doing over three hundred hours a month of on-call time. He’ll never be a paramedic, but he’s matured into an outstanding EMT.

None of that mattered to me that night as much as his ability to get a girl off. He excels at that, and two orgasms later I was physically sated, drifting towards sleep. But my mind wouldn’t quite shut down, and I fell into unconsciousness haunted by the image of Chelsey Milne’s girlish pussy lips.

I woke up from a nightmare. I won’t go into it… I can’t. Let’s just say that this particular nightmare and I are old companions, and it’s linked to a memory that’s too painful to bear. But it’s been almost a year since I’ve had this dream, and I’d thought I was putting it behind me. Yet there it was, back again, and I woke with a start, barely managing to choke back a scream.

I looked around wildly, and in the dim moonlight through the window a shape coalesced. I started to recoil, then my eyes came into focus. Terry lay on his side, propped up on an elbow and looking down at me. His shoulder-length chestnut hair hung carelessly to one side.

“Jesus,” I murmured, letting my head fall back to the pillow. “How long was I out?”

He caressed my cheek. “Not very long… maybe half an hour. Bad dream?”

I looked away. “No– why? Did I say anything?”

Terry’s expression turned thoughtful. “You said– I think it was that you’re going to clean my garage tomorrow. And you’ll do it naked.” Then he grinned. “Naw, just a little shifting and mumbling. It only lasted a few seconds before you woke up.”

“Must be the cocaine messing up my sleep,” I murmured, rubbing my eyes.

Terry snorted derisively. “As if you could score decent coke out here in the land that time forgot. Be honest… you’re on meth.”

I smiled, but it dwindled into a deep sigh. “You might be surprised. There’s a fresh batch of heroin floating around Johnstown.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. There’ve been three calls for heroin OD in the past five days; Shannon at work transported one this afternoon. If it goes the way it usually does, we’ll be busy with it for two or three weeks, and then we’ll get another week or so of withdrawal symptoms. Some of it might trickle out this way… it’s hard to say.”

Terry pursed his lips. “You ought to give the squad a refresher on opioid overdose,” he observed.

I rolled my eyes. “What for? If you’re running BLS, the only tool you have is nasal Narcan. If you’re running ALS, it means I’m there and it’s my problem anyway.”

“Sure, but it wouldn’t hurt to remind people what they ought to be looking for. Stacy, for instance — I had to stop the dumb twit from giving the nose spice to a guy with dilated pupils last week.”

I wrinkled my nose. “Jesus. Was that the meth overdose over at Hillcrest?”

“That, my dear, is in fact the incident in question.”

“Do you call her a dumb twit in bed?” I asked with a sweet little smile.

Terry lay his head back against the pillow, closed his eyes, then snickered. “Come on, Nettie– are you accusing me of compromising a married woman?”

I laid a hand on his arm. “You do get that the whole ambulance squad knows about it, right? You’re just lucky nobody likes her husband.”

Terry shrugged. “I should have guessed. Whatever. Being fun to touch doesn’t make her any less of a twit.”

“So what do you say about me when you’re in bed with her?” I tried to keep my tone serious, and failed.

“That you’re the best piece of ass in the Great Northern Pine Forest, of course. I wouldn’t lie about something like that.”

I slapped him playfully.

Terry laced both hands behind his head. “You missed one hell of a day here in town.”

I nodded. “I imagine there’s a lot of concern about Chelsey and Lisa Milne.”

“Well, about Chelsey, anyway. The fact that she’s in ICU and her fat-ass drug addict mother only sustained minor injuries is eloquent proof that there’s no justice in the world. That being said, the rumor mill has it that you’re the medic who hauled Chelsey in. True story?”

“You know damn well it is,” I said tartly.

Terry grinned that rakish, go-to-hell grin that I found by turns so endearing and annoying. “Guess I do. Think she’s going to make it?”

“Probably. There was some hemodynamic instability that I think was secondary to an internal bleed somewhere, but since she’s still alive I have to think they’ve got a handle on it by now. But it’ll be a long road to a full recovery. And not to change the subject, but what was the scoop with that train wreck here in the service area last night? I heard them page out a mutual aid from Melville. Could we seriously not get a crew for the second truck?”

Terry snorted. “We couldn’t even get half a crew for it. The on-call crew took the A rig out, but not a single person was available to take the B rig. If we could’ve just got one EMT, they could have had a first responder drive.”

“So why didn’t you go? Were you not in town?”

“Bad luck,” he replied. “Halee and Naomi were at a slumber party last night, and I can hardly leave Dawn and Maya home alone while I run out on a call.”

I nodded. At ages eight and six respectively, Terry’s two youngest daughters weren’t old enough to be home by themselves.

“You know,” I told him, “if you called my mom in a situation like that, she’d drop what she was doing to run over and watch your kids for you. She’s two blocks away.”

“At four AM?”

“You don’t know my mom very well.”

“That’s because she hates me.”

“So stop having sex with her daughter, you perv.”

We both laughed. I snuggled up close, and he put his arm around me. I must have been more exhausted than I realized, because that’s the last thing I remember before I awoke in his bed the next morning.

On to Chapter Two!

 

“Here, in this room, we stand naked before Almighty God.”

by Jacqueline Jillinghoff

Original illustration by Bruno Traven

If you asked Sister Lucretia, she’d say it was my own doing. It was my wickedness that brought God’s wrath down on my ass. She was only His instrument, His avenging angel. I deserved every painful smack she inflicted on my bare behind.

I tried to be a good girl. I only touched myself once. It happened in the morning, when I woke up with a hand down my pajamas. I was warm and slick down there, and it felt so good I couldn’t make myself stop. But as soon as the pleasure had peaked, I knew I’d done something wrong. I wasn’t sure just what, and I was too embarrassed to bring it up in confession, but it had to do with sex, so it must be bad. I promised myself I’d never do it again.

I kept thinking about it, though, and that was a sin, too. Jesus said if you even look at somebody with lust, you’ve committed adultery in your heart, though nobody ever bothered to explain to us what adultery was. Sister said it was possible to sin in thought and word as well as deed. Well, I’d sinned in deed, and I was probably sinning in thought, but at least I kept my mouth shut. When the boys in the schoolyard told dirty jokes or ragged each other about “jerking off,” or the girls gossiped about some other girl they called a slut, I did what Sister told us to do when someone “makes the Blessed Mother weep in their speech.” I walked away.

Then, in spite of everything, I sinned in deed again. It was the first really nice spring day we’d had since Easter, and the change in the air gave me the fidgets. My panties felt damp and tight. After lunch, when I went into the girls’ room to pee, I took them all the way off — pulling them over my clunky saddle shoes — and stuffed them in the pocket of my uniform. It wasn’t a sin, I told myself, if nobody saw you. It was my body, after all. I was keeping it hidden, and anyway, Jesus never said you had to wear panties.

Outside in the schoolyard, the breeze blew up my skirt and gave me goose pimples on my butt and my thighs. I liked the way it felt, and even more, I liked having a secret none of the other kids knew about.

Once we got back inside, it was hard to concentrate. I kept thinking about my secret, and how it might be fun to, like, lift my skirt up in front of a car on the walk home. Okay, that would be a sin. I spent all afternoon trying not to think about things like that. It felt warm between my legs, the way it had in bed that morning a week before, and I spread my knees a little to let the air in to cool off. I was lucky Sister Lucretia never called on me, because I wouldn’t have known the answer. I probably wouldn’t even have heard her. I hardly knew where I was.

The three o’clock buzzer finally went off. I actually sighed with relief, snapping my legs shut and sitting up straighter. I thought, on the way home, I’ll sneak behind some bushes and put my panties back on, and that’ll be that, but just before the kid came on the intercom to announce the dismissal lines, Sister Lucretia looked at me over her desk — I was sitting right in front of her — and said, “Miss Beaver, would you stay after class for a moment? I’d like to speak with you.”

“Yes, Sister,” I said. It’s what you always said when a nun asked you anything. I couldn’t guess what she wanted, but I never suspected it had anything to do with my being out of uniform. She didn’t sound mad, though with nuns, you could never tell.

I sat with my hands folded on the edge of my desk while the kid called out the buses and street lines over the PA.

“Allen Street,” he said, and some of the other kids in my class lined up and went out.

“Benchley,” he said, and another group left.

“Parker” — that was my line, and I missed it.

Sister never moved from her desk. She never looked at me. It was almost a half hour before we were alone, and she ignored me for another five minutes or more while she marked her grade book. It’s not a good sign when they keep you waiting.

Finally she said, without looking up, “Miss Beaver, come over here, please.”

Suddenly my legs felt weak. I got up and went around behind her desk. She turned in her seat and faced me with her whole body. Her habit was white linen, with brown panels down the front and back, draped over her shoulders, and tied at the waist with a white rope. The tips of her black shoes peeped at me from under the long skirt. She had on a brown veil, and her white wimple was wrapped tight around her face like a bandage. A crucifix sat on her bosom. It was dark wood, with a silver Jesus on it, and it hung from her neck on a brown string. She had taken a vow of poverty, she told us once. A chain would be a vanity.

“Lift your skirt up,” she said.

I just stood there.

“Do you not understand English? Take hold of your skirt and lift it up.”

I pulled the pleats an inch above my knees.

“All the way up.”

“What for, Sister?”

“Because I’m telling you to.”

She knew, and there was nothing I could do. She would have sat there and stared me down all night. I pulled my skirt higher, slowly, steadily, and her eyes trailed up my legs until I felt them on my brown puff of hair. Then I dropped the skirt, fast.

“I thought so,” Sister said. “Do you think I’m blind? That I can’t see you when you sit there with your legs wide open? I’ve seen a lot of whorish things from the girls in my class, but you, miss, take the cake. Where is your undergarment?”

“Im muh puh,” I mumbled.

“Where?”

“In my pocket,” I said.

“In my pocket, what?”

“In my pocket, Sister.”

“Let me see it.”

I took it out and held it low at my side, balled up in my fist. Sister yanked it out of my hand.

“I’ll keep this, since you have no interest in it,” she said. “And if you cannot dress decently, you might as well not dress at all. Take off every stitch of your clothing.”

The message went over my head. A nun would never say anything like that, so, obviously, Sister Lucretia could not possibly have said what I just heard. I stood there some more, looking stupid.

“Miss Beaver, we can do this one of two ways,” Sister said. “Either I can call your parents and tell them what a wicked daughter they’ve raised, or you can accept your punishment now, and we can keep this between us. The choice is yours. Which do you prefer?”

“Please don’t call my parents, Sister.”

“Then strip, girl.”

So I took my clothes off. Or tried to. My fingers went numb as I fumbled with the zipper on the back of my jumper. I couldn’t get a grip on the pull-tab, and Sister was in no mood to wait. She sighed angrily, grabbed my shoulders and spun me around. I heard the zipper go down and felt the jumper come apart. Something ripped.

Sister yanked the jumper to my feet, and I stepped out of it.

“Turn around,” she said. “Do you think you can do the rest, or are you such a baby that you need an adult to undress you?”

She kept her eyes on my chest while I unbuttoned my blouse, unhooked my bra, and let them both fall to the floor. I began to toe off my shoes, but she said, “Unlace them.” I got down on one knee, then the other, but when I tried to get up from the crouch, I lost my balance and fell on my ass. My legs were spread wide, and I saw Sister’s gaze shift to my gaping crotch. I pulled my shoes off sitting down, and my knee socks, too. When I stood up again, I had nothing on but the miraculous medal around my neck.

“Now pick up your things and fold them neatly on my desk,” Sister said.

This was even more demeaning than getting naked in the first place. It was Sister Lucretia who made me take everything off, and now she was blaming me for making a mess. But at least it gave me something to think about besides my exposure, and I could hide behind my jumper and my blouse while I folded each one lengthwise, clasping it under my chin, then into thirds. I laid the jumper on the corner of the desk, square with the edges, placed the blouse and bra on top, and tucked my socks into my shoes.

Now, with nothing more to focus on, I felt totally nude again. I tried covering up — one hand over my skimpy bush, the other in front of my titties — but Sister slapped my arms away.

“Stand up straight,” she said.

I squared my shoulders, lifting my breasts. Not that there was much to lift.

“Not quite ripe, are you?” she said. “But you are nice and slim.”

“Thank you, Sister,” was all I could think to say.

“That was not a compliment. A body like yours is an occasion for sin. The boys are already looking at you with lust in their hearts. Some of the girls, too, I imagine. They’re marching into hell with you at the head of the line. Do you understand the kind of perversion a girl like you is responsible for?”

“Yes’ster.”

“I doubt it,” she said. “But you’re about to learn. Are you ready to accept your punishment?”

“Yes’ster.”

“Enunciate!”

“Yes, Sister.”

“Fine. Do you know the door at the end of the hall on the third floor? The one we keep locked?”

“Yes, Sister.”

“Wait here for ten minutes, then go up there and knock. I shall be waiting for you.”

“Yes, Sister. May I put my clothes back on?”

“Of course you may,” she said. “All you have to do is come upstairs and get them. It’s that simple. Oh, don’t cry. Crying won’t help you now.”

“Sister, please,” I said. “I won’t do it again.”

“You certainly won’t,” she said, standing up. “Don’t keep me waiting.”

And she walked out of the room, taking my clothes with her.

She didn’t even bother to close the door. When I was sure she was gone, I went over, leaned out and pulled at the knob. But the door wouldn’t budge: it was held open by a latch on the floor. To unhook it, I’d have to step out into the corridor totally bare-assed. I was working up my courage to do just that when I heard some keys jingle. I dashed to the back of the room and ducked behind a desk. Somebody walked by outside. I peeked over the back of the seat, and from there, I watched the clock. The minute hand crawled around, and the more it crawled, the more frightened I got. I hugged myself to keep from shivering. Ten minutes dragged by — plenty of time to think about the long, naked walk ahead of me — and when it was up, I had to hurry upstairs no matter who saw me. If I was late, even by a minute, Sister would not be pleased.

I came back down the aisle and stuck my head out of the doorway.

The corridor was empty, thank God. At one end were the glass doors of the main entrance to the school. The sunlight was bright outside. The north stairs were down that way, to the right, but to get to them, I’d have to pass the main office, and the principal or the secretary might still be working, and they’d see me. At the other end of the corridor was a plaster statue of Saint Theresa, wearing the same habit our nuns did, standing on a pedestal at the spot where the hallway T’d off toward the east and west stairs.

I tiptoed out toward Saint Theresa. I don’t know why, since I was barefoot and no one would hear me anyway. More than anything, I was aware of the sticky tiles against my feet, and how hard and pointed my nipples were. I pulled on one of them nervously, and something between my legs sort of swelled. It felt heavy, like a ball of lead in my stomach was trying to push its way out through my vagina. It made it hard to walk, but I kept on, scared I was going to pee myself any second.

Left around the corner, past the girls’ room, one of those heavy, hissing fire doors opened into the east stairwell. The stairs were metal, and cold, with round handrails on either side. Everything was painted green, and there were columns of square bars beneath the center rails that rose in front of me, towering over my head as they reached the landings and turned back on themselves. I felt like a monkey in a cage.

The overhead lights on the third-floor were turned off, and the old, dark wood along the walls smothered whatever feeble illumination was left. I peeked around the corner. arms crossed over my titties, to make sure the coast was clear. All the classroom doors were closed, except for one, about halfway along, where a pale strip of daylight cut through the murk.

The room where Sister was waiting was down at the other end of the hall. The door looked smaller than it did back when I was in first grade, but it was just as forbidding. It was made of thick-grained oak, with deep-set panels, a black knob, and an old-fashioned keyhole in a black plate. We kids never knew what was behind it. The nuns never told us, and we were afraid to ask, but everybody imagined it was something spooky. One boy said the room was haunted. Another said it was where they kept dead bodies before funeral Masses at church.

I always thought it was just used for storage, but now, on the last leg of my walk of shame, I was thinking that a third boy came closest with his theory: he said they took bad kids in there and chained them up.

The corridor smelled of chalk dust, sharpened pencils and that stuff they sprinkle on the floor when a kid throws up. The floor up here wasn’t tile, either, just old, wavy planks that had been sanded almost to dust over the years. My heart was pounding, and I went slowly when I should have been racing to get out of sight. Every inch of my body felt prickly.

I passed the open classroom door. I didn’t see anyone inside, but I hadn’t taken another three steps when a booming voice behind me yelled, “YOU!”

My skin stood up all over. I stopped dead, still facing the oak door, which looked farther away than ever, until the voice commanded me in a crazy accent: “Turn ar-rount, younk voo-man.”

I did. A little nun I’d never seen before was standing outside the open classroom. I wouldn’t have believed anybody so tiny could yell the way she did, but her hard face made it plain she was holding back a storm. Big round glasses sat on her little beak of a nose, flashing with a milky light that hid her eyes. She glared up at me like an owl.

“Vot chu doink, trepp-sink aroun’ de school vit no close on?” she said. “Leetle children study here. Mebbe dey still here. Mebbe dey see you.”

“Sister Lucretia told me to do it,” I said.

“Vy?” the little nun demanded. “Vy good Seester Lu-kreetz make you do some-sink so eef-il? Tell me dot.”

“She told me to.”

“You said dot. I vant know vy.”

“I did something bad,” I said. “And this…this is part of my punishment.”

“Vot you do that was so bad? — Vell?”

There’s really no excuse for getting caught without your clothes on. All I could do was tell the truth.

“I wasn’t wearing panties in class,” I said.

“Ah!” the little nun said. “I see! So you go to de pen-antz room! Seester Lu-kreetz, she teach you lesson, ja? You know, venn you come out, you not be de same dirty gull dot go in.”

She marched up to me and clapped a hand between my legs.

“Vet!” she said. “You like your leetle poosy-cat, ja?”

She rubbed me a few times, back and forth. I was surprised how slick I was down there, and how easily her fingers slid around. I went up on my toes, with my hands on my head, knees bent, butt sticking out. Every muscle in my body was straining. I bit my lip and grunted.

“Ja?” she repeated. She rubbed harder. “It feel good?’

“Yes, Sister,” I confessed. “It does.”

“Den you are dis-kress!” she hissed at me. She pulled her hand away. “You go! You go to de pen-antz room! You safe your soul, you vicked tink! I vant hear you screm!”

She spun me around and gave me a nasty shove. I stumbled on. When I reached the door to my fate, I placed my hand on the knob and looked back over my shoulder. The little nun was still there, her owl eyes boring into my bare ass. She hadn’t moved, except that she was sniffing the fingers she’d shoved in my pussy.

I knocked. Nothing happened, so I knocked again, harder.

“Come in,” Sister Lucretia called.

The little room was darkened with blood-red curtains and ablaze with tiny flames. Candles were everywhere — in sparkling brass sticks, on metal racks, in cups of blue and red glass. They were on the floor, on the walls, hanging in chains from the ceiling, and lined up on a rough wooden table over on the right. There was other stuff on the table, too — stuff I couldn’t see clearly, but laid out evenly in a row — and, on the wall above it, a crucifix that must have been five feet high.

“Close and lock the door,” Sister Lucretia said.

She was standing in the middle of the room. She had her wimple on, and her brown veil spread across her shoulders, but other than that, and the crucifix that hung between her breasts, she was completely naked.

“Tell me. Do you think I’m beautiful?” she said.

“Yes, Sister!”

I meant it. The thing about the nuns at my grade school is that they were all either midgets, like Sister Owl-face, or Amazons. Sister Lucretia was one of the Amazons —long-legged and full-hipped, with broad shoulders, and, I saw now, big, round, high, firm tits. Her skin was soft and golden in the candlelight, and so smooth she could have been a statue, except for her dark red nipples and the black triangle between her legs.

“The Lord blessed me with beauty,” she said. “Or cursed me. When I was your age, I incited my share of lust. I became a bride of Christ to hide my body from the world. But here, in this room, we stand naked before Almighty God. We cannot hide from Him. He sees us as we are. Now come here.”

I was so awestruck, I had no will of my own. I took three wavering steps forward, my eyes locked on those perfect globes and their garnet polar caps.

“Put out your hands,” Sister said.

I obeyed without a thought, and in a flash, my wrists were bound in a pair of heavy leather cuffs. They were lined with fur, but they were awfully tight, and my fingers went cold when Sister tightened the buckles. She worked swiftly, passing a red cord between a set of rings and tying it off with a practiced touch. The cord was looped through an eye-bolt in the ceiling. Sister drew down on the other end, and my hands flew above my head. I went up on my toes and began to rotate, slowly, like a pig on a vertical spit, while Sister, with all due deliberation, tied the cord to a bar on the wall and made her way over to the table.

“Sister, what are you going to do?” I asked. I had gone from awestruck to terrified in a very few moments.

Naturally, she wouldn’t grant me the small comfort of an answer. I’d spun halfway around, facing the bar in the wall, and couldn’t see what she was doing. She knelt behind me and, after giving me a soft but icy pat on the butt, she began messing with my feet. Looking down, I could only see her fingers snaking around, clutching one ankle, then the other. When she stood up again, I couldn’t close my legs. A footlong metal bar was propping them open. It hurt even to try to touch my knees together.

Sister twisted me around and looked me over.

“I think we’re ready now,” she said.  She slipped her hand between my legs and rubbed lightly. Trussed up like I was, there was nothing I could do to stop her, even if I’d wanted to. And that was the most humiliating part, because as much as I hated her at that moment, my pussy was swimming in juice, and more than anything I wanted her to keep fingering me.

“Yes,” she said. “You are definitely ready.”

I whimpered when her hand went away.

“Be patient,” she said.

She returned to the table, and with her back to me, she made a show of fingering the objects she’d laid out, like she was trying to make up her mind which one to pick. But she took longer than she needed to. I was sure she knew what she was looking for. She just wanted me to squirm. Or maybe she wanted me to admire her ass.

When she faced me again at last, she was holding a small, square cutting board. It was at least an inch thick, and it had a handle on the side. It looked like something you’d buy at a kitchen store, but it hardly seemed likely Sister was about to chop vegetables.

“This is the instrument of your salvation,” she said, and she held it under my nose. “Kiss it.”

I touched my dry lips to the wood. It was ridiculous, but when you’re strung up naked, you do as you’re told. Sister circled behind me. She patted my ass again, with the same icy touch as before, though her hand was surprisingly soft. It felt almost as good on my behind as it had between my legs.

“Such a cute little heinie,” she said quietly. “It’s almost a pity to — ”

The end of that sentence was lost in the ear-splitting whap on my ass. The sting was paralyzing. Tears shot from my eyes, and I shrieked — as much from shock as from pain, but definitely from pain. If Sister Owl-face was listening at the door, she got her wish to hear me “screm.” And her wish was going to be granted again and again.

“Aw, poor baby,” Sister Lucretia said. “Did that hurt?”

“Yes, Sister!”

“Well, it was not one one-hundredth of the pain your Lord and Savior Jesus Christ suffered on the cross for you,” she said. “And it is not one one-millionth of the pain you will suffer in hell if I fail to save your soul. Thank your lucky stars you’re getting off so lightly.”

She hit me again, and I shrieked again.

“Now, how much did that hurt?”

“It hurt a lot, Sister. Please don’t do it anymore.”

“Oh, we’ve hardly begun,” she said. “Two whacks are never enough to exorcise the demon of sex. Pray while I cleanse you. Say a Hail Mary. Go on. Start.”

And I recited the words we all learned as babies while Sister paddled my poor bottom.

“Hail, Mary — ugh! — full of grace — ugh! — the Lord is with thee — ah! Blessed art thou — ah! — among women — ow! — and blessed is the fruit — aah! — of thy womb — Jesus! Holy Mary — ugh! — Mother of — God! — pray for us — ah! — sinners — ugh! — now — ah! — and at the hour of — ow! — of our death — ah! — Amen… ow! — Amen! Ow! Please! Ow! Sister, stop! Ow! Pleeaaase! Aah!”

“Twenty!” Sister cried.

My ass was on fire. I wept out loud. The tears stood in my eyes like a wall of water, blurring the candle flames into one throbbing white shimmer. Beyond the light the room was spinning, and Plaster Jesus swooped through the air on his cross.

“Oh, Jesus,” I sobbed, “save me!”

“Jesus is saving you,” Sister said. “He’s saving you through me. You should see your bottom right now — such a rosy glow. I do excellent work. But your lesson isn’t quite over.”

“No, Sister, please. Don’t do it anymore. I’ll be good. I won’t ever do it again, I promise! Please!”

“How many times have I heard that before?” she said sadly.

She went back to the table and laid the board aside. My eyes cleared enough for me to see her pick up a crinkled tube and a stubby white candle that wasn’t lit. She held the tube over the candle, like she was putting toothpaste on a brush, and a string of clear jelly flowed from the narrow mouth, glittering in the candlelight. Sister smiled at me over the tube.

“It’s always fun to go to the drug store and buy this,” she said. “They can never figure out what a nun would need it for.”

She put the tube down and smeared the jelly all around the candle. Then she held the candle to my face.

“Kiss this, too” she said. “It is the bond of a new covenant.”

Up close, I saw it wasn’t a candle. It was plastic, not wax, and there was no wick, not even a hole for one. But I kissed the tip, just the same, and licked the grease from my lips.

“Now—” Sister said, and she went out of sight behind me.

She slid her hand into my butt crack, over my asshole and between my legs. Her fingers were oily from the stuff in the tube, and her touch was soothing on my scorched behind. I let out a deep breath.

“Feel better?” Sister asked.

“Yes, Sister. A little.” It was so weird. She was having a great time making me suffer, and yet I was grateful for any little show of sympathy.

I felt myself filling up, stretching around something hard and slick. Sister was stuffing the big lubed candle into my vagina.

But I was right: it wasn’t a candle. Something clicked, and the plastic thing started to buzz. A trickle of pleasure, hardly noticeable at first, began to spread from my insides to the jillions of nerve endings that ringed my pussy lips.

“Don’t you dare let that fall out,” Sister said in my ear. “If it hits the floor, I will paddle you senseless.”

“I won’t, Sister. I promise.”

I clenched my inner muscles around the buzzing tube. The tingling grew stronger, and I almost forgot about my sore ass.

Sister made one last trip to the table and came back with yet another contraption. This one looked like some kind of medieval toilet brush, with a bundle of black ribbons hanging from a stick. She swung the ribbons lazily from side to side, and then, with an evil smirk, she slashed them across my chest. I gasped in fright — the lashes felt like they all had tiny teeth along the edges — but the pain didn’t seem so bad. Between my buzzing pussy and my stinging titties, I barely knew what was happening.

Sister held the whip beneath my chin.

“Tell me you’re a slut,” she said.

My mind was whirling. I couldn’t make myself talk, and Sister Lucretia was very clear on the need for instant obedience. She swatted my chest again, even more savagely.

“Say it!” she said.

“I’m a slut,” I said.

“Tell me you’re a fucking dirty little whore.”

“Sister, we’re not allowed to say that word—”

Slash!

“I’m a fucking dirty little whore!” I cried.

“Now say, Holy Mary, pray for me, for I am a lustful, filthy little cunt.”

“Holy …holy Mary —” I never finished the prayer. The buzzing in my lustful, filthy little cunt had become overwhelming, and Sister had begun to twirl the heavy black lashes around my little breasts. My nipples were agonizingly sensitive, and the scratching of those tiny razor teeth was enough to drain my mind of any thoughts of atonement. I could only wail and babble as my body convulsed endlessly. It was the same feeling I had when I touched myself that time, but far, far beyond it — the difference, really, between feeling God’s presence in your heart and actually seeing Him in all His glory.

Sister stopped whipping my tits. She gripped the back of my neck and pulled me close.

“Suck it,” she demanded.

My face sank deep into the pillowy breast. My lips went around the nipple, which swelled and hardened in my mouth. I sucked and sucked, like a starving baby, while the vibrating mass in my cunt sent tongues of fire shooting through my body.

“You are a wicked little girl,” Sister moaned. “Suck harder, you wicked little bitch. It’s all you’re good for. Oh … sweet Jesus!”

I couldn’t see, with a mouthful of tit, but I heard a wet slapping sound, and Sister’s wrist was knocking against my stomach. I knew what she was doing. She was going at her own cunt, and with some kind of fury. It would have shocked me — she was committing the same sin she was punishing me for! — if I hadn’t been half out of my mind with sex. She gasped the words “come” and “coming,” and oh, did she take the Lord’s name in vain, and the whole time, all I could think was, if this is penance—

I barely noticed when Sister finally turned off the vibrator. I hung limp in my leather cuffs, dead weight, unable to straighten up or move. If not for the rope in the ceiling, I would have crumpled to the floor.

Sister took a fistful of my hair and yanked my head up. She looked me sternly in the eye, but I wasn’t afraid anymore. Mostly, I was numb, but somewhere in the back of my mind, there was a glimmer of awareness that my soul had been cleansed.

“If you ever tell anyone about this, you’ll go straight to fucking hell,” Sister said. “And if I ever catch you dressing indecently again, I will drag your ass back up here and whip you within an inch of your life. Now, go and sin no more.”

***

“Excuse me, Sister Lucretia?”

“Yes, who’s there? Come in.”

“Remember me?”

“Miss Beaver! Of course, I remember you.”

It was late on a Friday. The kids had all gone home, and I found Sister Lucretia at her desk. Alone, as usual.

“To what do we owe this pleasure?” she said.

“I was passing by on my way home —”

“You’re at St. Sebastian’s now,” she said. “You’ve traded our uniform for theirs.”

“Everything but the shoes,” I said.

“What year are you in?”

“Still a freshman,” I said.

“So you only graduated last year,” she said. “I do lose track of the time. You’re becoming quite an attractive young woman.”

“You told me once that wasn’t a compliment.”

“Beauty is more trouble than it’s worth,” she said. “The important thing is, are you being a good girl?”

“I am,” I said. “I’ve never let a boy touch me — and I have you to thank for that.”

“Then we’ve done some good.”

“That wasn’t a compliment, either.”

“Nobody likes a smart-mouth,” she said.

“And nobody likes a cruel bitch.”

“Is that what you came back here for — to insult a nun?”

“No, I came back to ask you a question,” I said.

“Then ask.”

“Do you remember what you said to me that day in the penance room?”

“I said a lot of things.”

“When it was over.”

“Remind me.”

“That if you ever caught me again, you know…”

“Oh yes. If I ever caught you dressing indecently again, I would take you back upstairs, and it would be much the worse for you. What about it?”

“Did you mean it?”

“I never say anything I don’t mean. Why?”

I hiked my skirt up to my waist.

“I might have known,” Sister said.

“I’ve been traipsing around like this all day.”

“You need another lesson.”

“Yes, Sister.”

“Very well, then. Take your clothes off. Every stitch.”

“Yes, Sister.”

The End

 

By No One

River walked through the underwear aisle, perusing the bra section, sparing an admiring glance for the fit models on the packages. With a sigh, she looked for the smallest sizes that the store had. Well, at least she had some boobs, unlike her friend Kacey.

She did find one design that she thought was rather cute. One glance at the price tag made her eyes goggle. “Bras are that expensive?” She’d never really paid attention before.

“Uh-huh. Welcome to life as a woman, sweetie,” her mom said, following behind.

River grimaced. Well, at least she wasn’t the one paying—for now. As her mom grabbed a few boxes to put in their basket, River gazed across the aisle and noticed the lingerie section, where the underwear was a lot skimpier. She had to wonder what it would be like to wear something so sexy. She smiled as she imagined the faces her friends would make if she took off her clothes to reveal that black lace bra-and-panties set.

“Those are even more expensive, don’t you even think about it,” her mom pointed out. “And anyway, you’re thirteen. That stuff is off limits until you’re thirty, at least,” she added, sounding like she thought she was being clever.

River just rolled her eyes.

“Don’t give me that, missy. What would you even do with lingerie, huh? Unless…” Mom narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “Is there some boy you’re trying to impress?”

“Moooooom! No!” River hissed, glancing around to make sure no one was within earshot. “Like I’d flash my panties at some boy!”

God, parents could be so embarrassing. No, it definitely wasn’t boys she’d want to show off to. Not that her mom would know about that. It wasn’t that River thought her mom would have a problem with her liking girls, but… She’d most likely put an end to the regular sleepovers River had with her friends—or at least scrutinize what they were up to a lot more often—and that certainly couldn’t happen.

“All right, all right.” Mom flashed a little smile. Satisfied to have gotten a rise out of her daughter, or happy that she didn’t have to worry about boys just yet? Who could tell? “Anyway, while we’re here, why don’t you go find a new pair of jeans?”

“What’s wrong with my jeans?” River asked, looking down at herself.

“Most of your pairs have holes in them, honey.”

River frowned. “So? Who doesn’t have holes in their jeans?” The store was even selling new pairs that were already ripped.

“River. Just get a new pair.”

“Fine, fine.” She wasn’t really going to complain about new clothes.

River wandered over to the pants section while her mom was looking at blouses. Finding some black jeans that she thought looked pretty good, she took them to the changing room to try on. A little tight for her taste, she thought as she squeezed into the snug denim.

As she turned a critical eye to the mirror, a perfectly ordinary girl looked back at her. Long brown hair, brown eyes, average height, no remarkable features to speak of—she didn’t hate her looks, but she certainly didn’t love them either. She shrugged at her reflection. The jeans looked all right, she supposed. Spinning around for good measure, she let out an appreciative “Oooh.” The tight pants did make her ass look pretty great, she had to admit. Maybe she’d let Mom buy them after all.

When she emerged from the stall after changing back into her own clothes, she heard a voice behind her. “Hey, um… River, right?”

Turning around, River saw a cute black girl waving at her. She seemed quite familiar, with that eye-catching mass of thick, curly hair. Wait, wasn’t she the new girl at school? Sure, that was it. She was in a couple of River’s classes, having just started this week.

River was surprised but happy that the girl even remembered her name. Usually, people didn’t notice her at all. Then she realized she’d forgotten the girl’s name, which seemed totally rude. She racked her brain as she began, “Oh, hi! It’s… uh…” Thankfully, the answer came to her just in time. “Alyssa! Isn’t it?”

The girl nodded. “Yeah. We have English together, right?”

“Yep. And math, I think? But I wouldn’t blame you if you couldn’t keep your eyes open in that class long enough to see me there.”

Alyssa laughed. “Oh right. That math teacher is… um… Do we know for sure he’s not a robot?”

“I know, right? I don’t even hate math, but God, does he make it boring.”

“I’ve been thinking of recording his class and listening to it when I can’t fall asleep at night.”

River snorted. “That’d probably work!”

They made their way out of the changing room. “So… you’re shopping for clothes, too?” River asked, before realizing a second later what a stupid question that was, since Alyssa had been in the changing area, clothes in hand. “Well. I mean, yeah, obviously.” She gave a nervous laugh. Why was it so hard for her to make small talk?

Alyssa chuckled. “Yeah. I begged some money from my parents for a new outfit. What do you think of this?” she asked, holding up a light blue T-shirt with stylized angel wings on it, and a darker blue skirt that looked just a tad shorter than River’s mom would approve of.

“Yeah, that looks pretty cute,” River said. And it did, but truth be told, she was a lot more interested in what Alyssa was wearing right then. That tight crop top showcased her large breasts to impressive effect—making River feel both turned on and envious—while showing off her nice flat belly, and those snug shorts molded her hips and ass perfectly. It was a way sexier ensemble than anything she’d be allowed to wear at school, and River had to make an effort not to stare.

At that moment, River’s mom walked up from another section of the store. “River, did you find… Oh, hello,” she said when she noticed Alyssa.

“Mom, this is Alyssa. She’s new at school. Alyssa, this is, well, my mom, as you probably guessed already, ‘cause I just called her ‘Mom’.” River wasn’t very good at introductions, either.

“It’s nice to meet you, Alyssa. Are you new in town, or did you just change schools?”

“Yeah, we just moved here from Chicago.”

“Oh my. Our town must look very small by comparison. How are you adapting?”

Alyssa chuckled. “Well, kinda but… it’s not bad. I dig the small town vibe. I just don’t really know anyone yet.”

“Well, what a coincidence, River and her friends are having a sleepover tonight. You should come and get to know them! I’m sure that’d be fine, wouldn’t it, River?”

River gritted her teeth. Had her mom really blurted out an invitation, just like that? That really put her in an awkward spot. “Oh, err…” River hesitated, trying to find a polite way to decline. Alyssa seemed nice and all, but River and her friends had other plans. Private plans. And inviting Alyssa would certainly throw a spanner into the works.

“It’s okay, I don’t want to intrude,” Alyssa said, though she looked a little sad.

River’s mom gave her a patented look of motherly disapproval. River could practically hear the words in her head. River! Don’t be rude!

“No, no, it’s cool. You should join us, it’ll be fun,” River was basically forced to say, though she tried to make it sound genuine.

“Yeah? Well… okay then! It’d be nice to get to know some people around here, gotta admit.”

“Cool. Just drop by after dinner, around like, 7 or 7:30.”

River gave out her address, then they made their goodbyes, as River’s mom needed some other stuff from a different section of the store. As she watched Alyssa walk away, River frowned. She’d done her good deed of the day, but the others were not going to be happy about it.

* * *

That evening, River was finishing setting up her room for the sleepover. The floor was now almost entirely covered with inflatable mattresses and sleeping bags for her friends. She’d had to push her own bed into one corner to make enough space for three other people.

Normally, she might not even use her bed, preferring to sleep entangled with her friends after they were done with their fun—at least until morning, when she slipped into bed to pretend that was where she’d spent the night. Unfortunately, it looked as if that might not be in the cards tonight. It was really too bad, Kacey and Livi had planned a little “challenge” that would have been a lot of fun to watch…

The doorbell rang, pulling River from her thoughts. That had to be Alyssa, because Kacey or Livi would have just walked in. Making her way to the front door, River opened it to reveal her new friend. “Hey there, welcome. You’re the first one here.”

“Hi. Am I early?”

“Nah, you’re fine. This way.” River led Alyssa to her room, pleased to note that the girl was still wearing the hot top from that afternoon. “Here, I just finished setting this up,” she said, indicating the mattresses.

“Ah, nice. You’re pretty well equipped for this, huh?”

“Yeah, my mom has a big family, so sometimes when they visit during the holidays or whatever, we need a lot of space for all my uncles and aunts and cousins to sleep, y’know?”

“Oh, that’s cool. I don’t have much extended family.” Alyssa sat on the bed when River motioned that she should do so, then took a look around the room. Her gaze landed on the poster of pop star Shana Belle on the wall, and she broke into a huge grin. “Hey, you like Shana, too?”

“Yeah! She’s awesome!” That, and totally gorgeous. River had harbored a big crush on the singer for over a year now.

“Ya, I don’t usually like that kind of pop much, but she’s… I dunno, special.”

The conversation was cut short when they heard voices coming towards the room, one much louder than the other, instantly recognizable as Kacey.

“No way! River, tell Livi that—” Kacey was saying as she barged in, then stopped short when she saw that River wasn’t alone. “Uh… hi?”

For her part, Livi simply arched an eyebrow.

River’s friends didn’t look much alike—Kacey, a short, skinny white girl with reddish-brown hair; Livi, a tall Asian, growing curvier by the day; both cute in their own way—but at the moment they wore identically puzzled expressions.

“Hey, guys!” River said. “Uh, this is Alyssa. You might have seen her at school? She’s new in town, and we bumped into each other at the mall and… I thought it’d be cool for her to hang out with us.”

“Oh. Um, hey. Sure…” Kacey said slowly. “Is she into… you know, is she down for—” she began, but thankfully Livi elbowed her before she could blurt out anything else. Kacey wasn’t the most tactful person.

“Down for what?” Alyssa asked, looking confused.

“Um…” Kacey and Livi looked at each other.

“Nothing, it’s nothing,” River interrupted. “Let’s just—”

“It doesn’t sound like nothing… Look, if you guys had something else planned, I don’t want to be in the way or anything.”

“No, no. It’s just… we kinda had, uh, something private to discuss… Hey, just give us a couple minutes, okay? Be right back.” River got up and hurriedly ushered her two friends out of the room.

“Yo, what’s up?” Kacey said once they were in the hallway. “I thought we were gonna—”

“Shhh!” River hissed, nodding in the direction of the living room where her mom was. “Look, I know, but I ran into her at the mall and my mom basically invited her here, and I couldn’t really say no without looking like a major asshole,” she explained in a whisper. “And anyway, she seems cool, and she doesn’t know anyone here, so… I think we should try to be friends.”

“Well, she could be the coolest person ever, but I’m fucking horny,” Kacey said, blunt as always. At least she was keeping her voice down. “And I was supposed to do the challenge with Livi.”

“We all know you were gonna lose, anyway,” Livi said with a shrug, then quickly continued when Kacey opened her mouth to protest, “But anyway, fine with me, I guess. We’ll see what happens, huh? Who knows, maybe she’d want to join in.” She smirked.

Kacey perked up at that. “You think she’d be up for it? She’s pretty hot. That top she’s wearing? Oof!”

“Uh, I don’t know,” River said. She couldn’t claim the thought hadn’t crossed her mind once or twice, but… “I feel like we’re rushing things here. Don’t be weird or creepy to her, okay?”

“I’m never weird or creepy,” Kacey said. When River and Livi exchanged a dubious look, she added, “What?”

“Anyway, let’s go back in. And be nice.” River opened the door to her room and they all filed in.

Alyssa was still sitting on River’s bed, looking very uncomfortable. “Um, maybe I should go if—” she began.

“No, no! It’s all cool now. Everything’s sorted out. Sorry about all that.” River felt like a pretty crappy host, but hopefully they could move on now.

“You sure?”

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t worry about it. Okay, this is Kacey,” River said, ruffling the other girl’s short hair as an introduction.

“Dammit!” Kacey swatted her away, then extended a hand to Alyssa. “Hey. S’up, New Girl.”

“And this is Olivia.”

“Hi, nice to meet you,” Livi said. “We’re in P.E. together, right?”

“I think so, yeah.” Alyssa shook both their hands. She seemed to have relaxed now that things were more friendly.

Kacey let herself drop on River’s bed to lie next to Alyssa. “Ugh. Hope you’re good at P.E. Teacher’s a real hard-ass this year.”

“Is she a hard-ass because she won’t let you sit in a corner and do nothing all period?” Livi chimed in.

Kacey lifted her head to respond. “Yeah! What’s up with that?”

Alyssa laughed. “I don’t know, she seems alright. But I like P.E. anyway.”

“Ugh. I hate P.E. Except for the showers.”

“The showers?” Alyssa asked.

River gritted her teeth. So much for not being weird.

“Yeah. Y’know, just taking a shower in the middle of the day, it’s relaxing,” Kacey explained, actually managing to sound like she meant it, though River knew that wasn’t the reason at all. They had P.E. together, and she’d seen her friend ogling the other girls under the water spray often enough—not that she could entirely blame her.

Alyssa chuckled. “Um, I guess so.”

“You were really good at basketball this week,” Livi told Alyssa. “I couldn’t do anything to stop you.”

“Oh, thanks. You didn’t seem too bad yourself. Maybe next time we’ll be on the same team.”

“That’d be cool. Hey, do you play tennis? I could use an opponent other than my mom.”

“Oh, man, I haven’t played in a while… but I’d be down to give it a shot.”

“Look at these two jocks,” Kacey interjected. “I guess it’s just you and me on Team Sports Suck, Riv.” She extended a fist for River to bump.

“Um, actually… I’ve kinda been thinking about giving tennis a try, too,” River admitted. It was true that she wasn’t usually into sports at all, but she’d watched Livi play at a competition a few months back and it had looked… kind of fun? “I’d probably suck at it, but it doesn’t look too bad, and y’know, might be good for getting some exercise and all.”

“Really?” Livi said, at the same time that Kacey exclaimed, “What? Traitor!”

River laughed. “Come on. You should try it with me. We could play, uh, doubles? That’s a thing, right?” She looked for confirmation at Livi, who nodded.

“Bah!” Kacey grabbed a pillow and put it over her head.

“What’s your favorite subject, Kacey?” Alyssa asked, laughing.

“Art,” Kacey said through the pillow.

“Oh yeah? You good at that? I’m pretty hopeless with that stuff.”

Kacey tossed the pillow aside and shrugged. “Eh… I’m all right.”

“She’s really good,” River insisted. She wasn’t going to let Kacey dismiss her own artistic skills. “You should see her drawings, they’re amazing!”

“It’s true,” Livi agreed. That counted for a lot, because Livi and Kacey just loved to needle each other about everything.

“Really? I’d like to see your stuff some time,” Alyssa said.

“Um, yeah, maybe.” Was that just a little bit of color rising to Kacey’s cheeks? She sat up suddenly and said, “Anyway! Who’s up for some Mario Kart?”

The quick change of subject was not lost on River. It was odd how Kacey would brag about the silliest things, but then got all self-conscious when it came to a skill she had that was actually praiseworthy. River could tell from the little smile Kacey was trying to hide that she appreciated the compliments, though.

“Sure, I’m down,” she said, and the other two nodded as well.

“You have your own TV in your room?” Alyssa asked as River turned on said TV. “That’s so cool.”

“Rich girl here,” Kacey muttered. “Her mom’s a dentist.”

River scowled. “Hey, you wanna use my TV or not?”

“Fine, fine. Hope you’re ready to get destroyed, though,” Kacey said, cracking her knuckles.

“We’ll see,” Alyssa said. “I have to warn you, I got years of extensive Mario Kart training playing against my brother.”

“Oh yeah? Good. Could use some real competition around here. These two aren’t much of a challenge.”

“Excuse you?” Livi interrupted. “And who won last time, huh?”

“Meh. That was a fluke.”

Livi and River exchanged a look and rolled their eyes. Though truth be told, Kacey did win most of the time.

They loaded up the game and kicked off the first race. True to her word, Kacey took the lead early on, and kept it until the last lap.

“And that’s how you do it,” she said as she took the final turn ahead of everyone else.

Just as she was about to cross the finish line, though, a green shell came out of nowhere to hit her kart, stopping it dead in its tracks.

“Is it? I think you’re supposed to avoid those,” Alyssa asked as she passed by to take the win. She smirked at Kacey, clearly proud of her aim.

Kacey gritted her teeth and hit the gas as soon as she regained control, but she had barely moved an inch before Livi’s red shell hit her again, allowing both Livi and River to finish in front of her.

“You were saying?” Livi asked.

“That. Was. Bullshit,” Kacey exclaimed, prompting River and the others to laugh their asses off. “Okay, okay, you’ll see. Start the next race.”

They ended up playing for a couple of hours, and to be fair to Kacey, she did wind up with the most wins, though Alyssa was close behind. River finished dead last, but she was used to that. Strategy and puzzle games were more her thing. Still, it was always fun playing with her friends, regardless of who won, and she was glad to see Alyssa fitting in so well.

“That was close,” Kacey was saying. “Not bad, New Girl, not bad. If you work hard, one day you could get on my level.”

Alyssa snorted. “I admit defeat for today, but I’ll have my revenge.”

“Sounds like the beginnings of an epic rivalry,” River said as she got up to stretch her legs. “So what do you guys wanna do now?”

“Let’s see what’s on Netflix,” Kacey said.

“Like a million different things,” Livi replied, and Kacey made a face at her.

Chuckling, River threw the remote to Kacey. “You guys hungry? Want some popcorn? Chips? Sodas?”

“Hell yeah, all the above,” Kacey said.

A sly smile played on Livi’s lips. “Quick, Alyssa: Pepsi or Coke?”

“Uh, Pepsi?” River and Kacey looked at each other, then turned twin disapproving stares towards Alyssa. “Um, is that a big deal?”

“Well, well, well,” Livi said smugly, “looks like it’s two against two now. Balance has been restored.”

River frowned at the two heretics. “I’ll have you know this is a Coke household. But fine, we have both anyway.”

Livi stared in disbelief. “Hold the flipping phone. Did you have both all this time?”

“No,“ River said. “Last time we were at the grocery store, I asked Mom to get some Pepsi. Just for you.”

“Aww. Now that’s true friendship.”

Livi wrapped her arms around River’s neck, and for a second River thought her friend had forgotten who was in the room and was actually going to kiss her. Her heart was racing with mixed fear and excitement. But Livi just pulled her into a big theatrical hug instead, making Alyssa laugh behind them. Just before letting go, though, Livi slid a hand down to River’s ass and gave it a squeeze, then winked before she slipped away.

River was left feeling flustered. She was pretty sure she’d have gotten that kiss if Alyssa wasn’t around, and maybe Livi’s hand would have gone to even more interesting places. Hell, at this point in the evening, they might already have made each other come, despite the risk of being caught by her mom. It wouldn’t have been the first time one of them took a turn as lookout while the other two fooled around.

Hanging out with Alyssa had been pretty fun, but damn, River really missed the other kind of fun right now. She took a deep calming breath, then said, “Okay, you guys pick something to watch while I get the snacks.”

Kacey gave her a thumbs up, and River left them to it, making her way to the kitchen. She grabbed two big bowls and filled them with popcorn and chips, then fetched four cans of soda from the fridge, sighing dramatically as she included two of the inferior brand. Laying out the feast on a tray, she brought it back to her room.

“Oh, this one is really good if you guys are into horror,” Alyssa was saying as River entered.

“Looks cool,” Kacey said, “but eh, River’s a real wimp about this stuff.”

“Hey, bite me,” River shot back as she laid the tray on the floor next to Livi and Alyssa, who were sitting on the mattresses.

“Well, aren’t you? You wanna watch it then?” Kacey asked.

River turned to the TV. The trailer that was playing did look rather scary, not her kind of thing at all. “Umm… how creepy is it?” she asked Alyssa.

“Not gonna lie, I thought the ghost was creepy as hell… but I love stuff like that.”

“Oh, ghosts. River’s favorite, right?” Livi teased.

River grimaced. She didn’t like scary movies in general, but ghosts were just the worst. There was just something about those invisible bastards that made her blood run ice cold. “Ehhh…”

“See? Told you,” Kacey said.

“Shut up, you.” River jumped on the bed and wrapped an arm around Kacey’s neck from behind, as if to choke her. The girl began flailing wildly even though River wasn’t actually putting any pressure.

Laughing, Alyssa grabbed the remote that Kacey had dropped on the bed. “Okay, okay. Um, how about this one, then?”

“Ugh, no,” Livi said. “Watched that last week. Super boring.”

“Oh, too bad. Hmm, let’s see…” Alyssa continued scrolling through the selection.

“Hey, hold up,” Kacey said after a moment. “That one looked good.” She’d stopped struggling and was now just lying back against River, which wasn’t unpleasant at all.

Alyssa scrolled back. “This?”

It was pretty obvious what had attracted Kacey’s attention: The promo image for the movie showed a woman with very large breasts in a bikini. Kacey crawled forward for a better look. “Daaaamn,” she said.

Alyssa raised an eyebrow at the reaction, but a small smile played on her lips. “She’s um, stacked, huh?”

“Jealous?” Livi baited Kacey.

“Hey, screw you,” came the expected comeback. “Not my fault I’m, uh, a late bloomer or somethin’. Maybe you’re the one who’s not normal. Aren’t Asians supposed to be tiny and flat? That’s unfair.”

“Wow. Racist much?”

“It’s not racist. Isn’t it true?”

“That’s a huge generalization—” Livi began, but Kacey cut her off.

“Y’know, I think the new girl got you beat, though,” she said, making a show of leering at Alyssa. “Is that a thing, black girls having big tits? I know black guys have big cocks, but—”

“Omigod. Stop talking,” Livi said, furiously rubbing her temples.

“What? I just—”

Livi reached out to clamp a hand over Kacey’s mouth, then turned to Alyssa. “I’m really sorry about her. She’s from out in the boonies. Probably raised by wolves.”

Kacey pulled back, and managed to say, “Been living here like half my life—” before Livi muffled her again.

“Shhh. I’m trying to give you an excuse for… being like this.”

Alyssa looked more amused than offended, but River judged it best to move on. “Anyway, guys. So uh, boobs aside, this movie kinda looks like trash. Sorry, Kace,” she said, having kept an eye on the trailer.

They all turned back to the TV. “Uh, yeah, that looks… pretty bad,” Alyssa said after a moment. Livi nodded in agreement.

“Bah, fine,” Kacey said.

And so it went for some time. Someone would suggest a movie, but someone else always had an objection. Then they’d go off on a tangent for a while. After about half an hour, they were no closer to a decision than at the beginning.

“Uh, guys, I think we ate all the snacks before deciding what to watch,” Alyssa pointed out.

“That’s um… often how it goes, gotta admit,” River said. There were sheepish nods of agreement from Kacey and Livi.

“Fuck it, let’s just do something else,” Kacey said. She was now lying across the width of the bed, her head dropping off one side, looking at the rest of them upside down.

“Like what?”

Kacey thought about it for a bit. “How about… Truth or Dare?” she asked with a sinister grin. “Good way to get to know the new girl better!”

“I always thought Truth or Dare was kinda stupid,” Livi said. “I mean, you get to choose truth or dare, but then if you pick truth and don’t want to answer, you just do a dare instead. What’s the point of even choosing? Why wouldn’t you always pick truth then decide if you want to answer the question or not?”

Kacey rolled her eyes. “Look at this nerd analyzing strategies for Truth or Dare.”

“Am I a nerd now? I thought I was a jock earlier.”

“You’re a… jocknerd. A jerd. The worst of both worlds. I don’t know how you live with yourself.”

Somehow, Livi managed to ignore that grievous insult and carry on. “Anyway, if you really want to get to know someone, sounds like the game should be that you just ask questions and she has to tell the truth.”

“So… Truth or Truth? That’s stupid.”

“Uh… You just ask anything and I have to answer?” Alyssa said, looking nervous now. “That doesn’t sound fair.”

Kacey flipped over so that she could look at Alyssa right-side up. “Oooh, New Girl has secrets. I’m in.”

“Well, we could say that everyone has to answer the question,” Livi amended. “That way, no one’s gonna ask something she’s not willing to answer herself.”

“Hmm, I guess that would be okay,” Alyssa said.

Livi made a you first gesture. “You can start, then.”

“Okay, um, let’s see…” Alyssa tapped her lips with a finger. “How long have you known each other? I mean, my answer is just ‘since today,’ so that’s not too interesting, but…”

“It’s fine,” River said. “Me and Livi since kindergarten. Then Kacey moved here in… what, second grade?”

Kacey nodded. “Yeah. Okay, my turn. Who’s your celebrity crush?”

River and Livi exchanged a look. River could guess that Livi had proposed this game to gauge Alyssa’s interest in girls with some subtle questions, but… as usual, Kacey lacked any subtlety, and now it seemed like she was fine with outing them all. River wasn’t too sure if that was a good idea.

“Wow. That’s um… pretty personal,” Alyssa said.

“Really? That’s the least personal thing I was gonna ask.” Kacey grinned. River could well believe it.

Alyssa hesitated for a moment. It seemed like a big dilemma for her. River wondered if that was a good sign or not.

“Want me to go first?” Kacey asked when the moment stretched on.

“S-sure.”

“Easy.” Kacey pointed up at the poster of Shana Belle on the wall.

River frowned. That was her poster for a reason.

“Oh! Really?” Alyssa sounded… relieved, maybe? Very intriguing. “I… yeah, I guess a lot of people think she’s pretty…” she said, remaining noncommittal.

“She’s the hottest. Back me up, River.”

River narrowed her eyes. She didn’t appreciate being suddenly dragged into this, but she supposed it had to come out sooner or later. If Alyssa turned out to be some kind of bigot, she couldn’t be their friend, anyway. That wasn’t the main source of her annoyance, though. “Me? You… you stole my answer! I liked Shana first!”

“Bah, don’t be like that. I’m, like, acknowledging your good taste in women here.”

River chuckled. “Riiiight.” It wasn’t a big deal, but still, Kacey wouldn’t even really know who Shana was if River hadn’t started talking about her. She should get her own damn crush.

“So wait, you’re… both into girls?” Alyssa asked, looking from one of them to the other.

“Yeah. That a problem?” Kacey said.

“No! Not at all. I… um… I think I am, too.”

“Oh yeah? That’s great!” Kacey flashed a wicked grin at River and Livi. The evening was taking quite an interesting turn.

Alyssa missed the exchange, though. She was looking down rather timidly, but there was a small smile on her lips. “I… never told anyone that before.”

Livi put a hand on her shoulder. “You all right?”

“Oh, yeah, fine. Kinda feels good to… let it out, you know?”

“For sure. We can all be open with each other here.” At Alyssa’s interrogative look, Livi added, “Oh, yeah, I totally like girls, too. If you wanna know, my favorite is Zendaya.”

“Oh, she’s so hot.”

“Right?”

Alyssa smiled, looking around at all of them. “Wow, this is cool. I didn’t expect us to be so… y’know. Like-minded.”

“All right, spill it, New Girl. Who’s your crush, then?” Kacey asked.

Alyssa laughed. “Okay, okay. Well, it’s a little silly but… total crush on Emma Watson ever since I first saw Harry Potter.”

There were nods all around.

“Very understandable,” River said.

“Yeah, been there,” Kacey added.

Alyssa looked up at the poster of Shana again and nodded towards it. “You know, I read the other day that she’s really a lesbian.”

“Whaaaat?” Kacey exchanged a wide-eyed look with River. “No way! For real?”

“There was an article about some woman who claimed she’d done it with Shana after a show. But I mean, it was in one of my mom’s stupid tabloid mags so… y’know, probably bullshit.”

“No, no, you can’t take it back. That’s my truth now,” Kacey said. “Oh, man, can you imagine? Okay, it’s now my life’s goal to go to a Shana Belle concert and meet her backstage and have lots of hot sex all night long.”

Alyssa burst into laughter, and Livi shook her head. “It’s not like she’d be into girls our age, anyway…”

Kacey made a face. “I guess. You never know, though!”

River cleared her throat loudly. “Excuse me, Kace. I need to remind you, again, that Shana is my crush. Get your own!”

Kacey turned to her and smirked. “Don’t be jealous. You know I’d share,” she said, wriggling her eyebrows.

River considered that for a moment. She’d imagined having sex with the gorgeous pop star many times, but she had to admit, the fantasy was even hotter with Kacey joining them—and maybe Livi, too! “Well. That doesn’t sound too bad,” she allowed. “Okay, deal. ‘Sharing is caring,’ after all. But I don’t think that’s what Barney had in mind!” They all laughed.

“So… do you guys ‘share’ a lot?” Alyssa asked with a sly smile.

“Is that your next question?” Kacey asked. “For the game?”

“Wait, it’s my turn!” Livi protested, and Kacey motioned for her to proceed. “That’s not a bad question, though. You ever had sex?” she asked Alyssa point-blank.

River held her breath. Even Livi was getting straight to the point. Of course, it seemed much less risky—and much more exciting!—now that they knew Alyssa was also into girls.

Alyssa laughed. “Hah, no!” When Livi didn’t laugh along, she added more uncertainly, “Have you?”

“Yeah.”

“Wait, really? Like, with a girl?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Huh. Wow.” Alyssa looked a little bewildered. She turned to River and Kacey. “And you…?”

“Oh yeah. Lots,” Kacey said proudly.

“Um, me too,” River said, feeling her cheeks warm up a bit. She’d never mentioned her sex life to anyone who wasn’t part of it.

Alyssa stared. “You’ve all done it?” River could almost see the gears turning in the girl’s mind as she worked out the logical conclusion. “Wait… Like, together?”

Kacey’s big grin said it all.

Alyssa’s jaw dropped. “You’re all fooling around with each other?” she exclaimed.

“Hell yeah,” Kacey said, “and—”

A sudden knock at the door made them all jump. Kacey snapped her mouth shut, swallowing whatever outrageous thing she was about to come out with. Four pairs of eyes looked at each other, wide and worried.

The door opened and River’s mom poked her head in. “Hey girls. How’s it going in here?”

“Uh… fine, Mom,” River said. She swallowed, her throat dry, but managed to continue in what she hoped was a casual tone. “Having a pretty great time, actually. What’s up?”

“I’m about to go to bed. Are you all set here? Need anything else?”

River looked around. They had the mattresses and sleeping bags and… well, they didn’t need much else, did they? “I think we’re good.”

“All right, good night then. Keep the noise down, please. And don’t stay up too late, huh?”

“Yeah. We’ll probably turn in soon.” When her mom looked doubtful, she added, “Well, soon-ish. ‘Night!”

There was a chorus of good nights, then her mom left them alone.

“Shiiiit,” Kacey whispered. “You think she heard what we were talking about?”

“Hmm, I don’t think so,” River said, though her heart was definitely beating faster. “She sounded… normal.”

Alyssa mimed wiping sweat off her forehead with the back of her hand. “Phew, that was close. Sorry to have just blurted that out, but… you uh, took me by surprise.”

“Oh, we noticed,” Livi said, smirking.

“You should have seen your face!” Kacey added.

Alyssa chuckled. “Well I didn’t expect that! You’re… really serious?”

“Yep. A hundred percent.”

Alyssa shook her head in disbelief. River wondered what was going through the girl’s mind. Was she getting some ideas about joining the fun? The thought had to have occurred to her.

River found herself smiling. She had a good feeling about the rest of their night. Still, they should at least pretend they were about to turn in. ”Guys, I think we should go brush our teeth and change and all that stuff right now, so that we’re ready for… bed.”

Livi met her gaze, and River knew she was thinking exactly the same thing. “Sure. For bed. Let’s do it.”

They took turns using the bathroom to change into their sleepwear, brush their teeth, and make use of the toilet. Kacey went in first, and River took the opportunity to take the empty snack bowls and soda cans to the kitchen. When she came back, Alyssa was taking her turn in the bathroom… and Kacey and Livi were making out, right there in the hallway.

River felt a twinge of arousal. She definitely wouldn’t mind watching her friends kiss right now, or even joining in… but making out in the open seemed like a foolish risk, with her mother still awake. She cleared her throat. “You guys are kinda getting ahead of yourselves.”

Kacey just flashed a grin and shrugged. Livi had the decency to look a little embarrassed. “Well, it’s not my fault,” she said. “Look at that slutty outfit of hers!”

Sure enough, Kacey’s sleeping garb was very sexy, consisting of a thin green tank top and white panties, showing off a hint of taut belly in between. River was tempted to kiss the girl herself. “Kinda lightly dressed, huh?” she said as she stepped closer to finger the hem of Kacey’s top.

Kacey shrugged again, completely unabashed. “It’s not like we keep our clothes on for long, anyway.”

“Mmm. True.” River bit her bottom lip, thinking back to numerous sleepovers that had quickly turned steamy. Damn, she was horny now. She wanted to push Kacey against the wall and stick her tongue in her friend’s mouth—maybe slip a hand into her panties. In the end, she kept control, but allowed herself a quick brush over the front of Kacey’s underwear with a finger.

Kacey let out a gasp and pushed her away. “Hey, hey. No cheating.”

River laughed. “What cheating?”

“Yeah, y’know, for the challenge. I can’t be too turned on before it starts.”

“Is that why you were making out just now?”

“Well, it’s okay if Livi does it too, then it’s still equal.” The two of them exchanged a look, half daring, half lustful.

River was certainly eager to watch them get it on, but there was still that one possible problem. “So you think that’s still happening? Since… you know…” She glanced towards the bathroom door.

Kacey and Livi flashed matching smiles. It seemed they were of one mind about this. “I’m pretty sure we can convince her to—” Kacey began, but trailed off when Alyssa emerged from the bathroom.

“Next!” Alyssa said, and Livi took her place.

River was disappointed to see that the T-shirt Alyssa now wore was much looser than her tight top, hiding her figure. Still, she looked cute in the pink shirt and grey leggings. River suspected that she looked cute in most anything.

River, Kacey and Alyssa chatted a bit about tamer topics while Livi did her thing. River didn’t miss the appreciative look that Alyssa gave Kacey’s outfit, though. Yeah, she might not be too hard to convince.

When Livi came out, wearing a black T-shirt and blue sleep shorts, River took her own turn in the bathroom, though not before sneaking a longing glance at Livi’s fine legs. Her friends were really turning her on. If nothing ended up happening that night, she’d have trouble falling asleep for sure, aroused as she was.

She took off her shirt and bra, eyed her small breasts in the mirror and sighed. Yet again, she wished for bigger ones like Livi had—not to mention Alyssa!—but nature couldn’t be rushed, after all. At least she had Kacey beat.

Instinctively, she brought a hand to one breast, caressing the already stiff nipple. “Mmmm.” They sure did feel nice, though. If she couldn’t get her release another way, she’d have to come back to the bathroom later and take care of it herself. River closed her eyes for a moment as she toyed with her nipple, little jolts of pleasure making their way between her legs.

She gave herself a shake and forced her hand away. Now was not the time. Hurriedly removing the rest of her clothes, she slipped into a white tank top. Cute, but not as skimpy as Kacey’s. She grabbed her black lounge shorts, then hesitated for an instant. Glancing into the mirror again, she studied her sex, pale lips sparsely covered with fine hair. She was quite tempted to give it a quick caress… but no, if she started, she probably wouldn’t stop.

She pulled on her shorts, brushed her teeth, then rejoined her friends. Not much was said, but a few significant looks were exchanged as they made their way back to River’s room.

On to Part Two!

by Karin Halle

A rare silence filled the airport. It was early morning, and there were few arrivals scheduled.

Adeline’s plane had arrived at dawn from overseas, and she had several hours to wait before she could hop on a transcontinental flight and head home. After five days away, the 29-year-old attendant was eager to sleep in her own bed.

One of the perks of her job was the right to fly free in the spare seat of the cockpit on any flight she chose. Another was access to the crew lounges at major airports, where pilots and attendants could relax between trips. The lounges even had a few roomettes where crew members could have a nap.

Heading for the lounge, wheeling her flight bag behind her, she had to pass several departure gates. All were deserted, except for one, where she noticed a young girl sitting alone. It was the gate for the same transcontinental flight that Adeline herself would be taking in a few hours.

The girl had a sports bag and a backpack at her feet. She held a Barbie doll in one hand, while in her other arm she cuddled an expensive-looking teddy bear. The girl appeared to be about thirteen, and she looked miserable – too old to be clinging to toys, yet too young to be sitting alone in a deserted departure terminal.

A couple of possibilities occurred to Adeline. The kid might be a runaway, or else homeless and hanging out in the airport.

She approached the girl, wondering what she would say. She decided to play it cool. 

“Hi, I’m Adeline. Are you waiting for a flight?”

It was a surprise to Adeline when the girl said, “Yeah.” The voice was flat, confirming the unhappy mood Adeline had sensed.

“But the next flight out of this gate isn’t for hours yet,” Adeline said.

“Yeah, I know.” The same flat tone again.

Now Adeline was growing concerned. A girl – a child, really – alone in an airport is in a vulnerable situation.

“What’s your name, honey?”

“Carolanne.”

“That’s a pretty name, Carolanne. Where are your parents, sweetie – are they around?” She looked about, but there were only a few airport staff in sight.

“No, they just dropped me off,” Carolanne said.

Concern turned to outright worry. “What in God’s name for?” Adeline said.

“They’re sending me to stay with my aunt for a while. They had this big fight, and they figured they might be able to sort out their problems if they didn’t have me around to worry about.”

 Adeline tried to contain her temper, without much success.

 “Shit! They can’t do that! They can’t just drop you off here and leave you!” She paused as she thought out the next step. “That’s neglect – endangerment even. It’ll be okay, sweetie. I’ll notify security and they’ll call the police.”

 For the first time, Carolanne seemed to come to life.

 “No! You can’t do that! You mustn’t. Please. I don’t mind going to Aunt Jessie’s – I really don’t.”

 Her outburst over, the girl slumped in her seat and began to sob.

 “Okay, I won’t call security – yet,” Adelaide assured her. “But you can’t stay here – it’s not safe. How old are you, anyway?”

 “Thirteen,” Carolanne muttered. “Almost fourteen.”

 A thought came to Adeline: the crew lounge. Strictly off limits for everybody but airline personnel, of course. But the place should be, like the airport itself, practically deserted at this early hour. The matter was resolved.

 “You come with me,” Adeline said. “I’ll take you somewhere safe where you can wait.”

 She grabbed the girl’s bag and backpack, awkwardly arranging them so that she could pull her own bag as well, and took the girl by the hand. Carolanne clutched her Barbie and her teddy bear.

 As expected, the crew lounge was deserted. That was good. Adeline could get written up for bringing in an unauthorised person. She asked Carolanne if she wanted anything to eat or drink, but the girl said no.

 “Come on, then,” she said and led the way to one of the roomettes. Apart from a shelf with a mirror and a light above it, the roomette contained only a bunk bed. No sooner had they sat down on it than the girl leaned against Adelaide, resting her head against the woman’s arm.

 “Are you tired, honey?”

 “Yeah. I couldn’t sleep because of the noise – you know, Mum and Dad fighting. And then we came here.”

 “Okay, baby, you lie down. I can sit on the floor.”

 “No,” Carolanne protested. “There’s plenty of room. I can squish over.” She demonstrated by turning on her side and pressing her back against the wall.

 For the first time since encountering Carolanne, Adeline smiled. She really hadn’t wanted to sit on the floor.

 And she couldn’t use a separate roomette – she didn’t dare leave Carolanne by herself, in case she was discovered. Her flight attendant’s uniform was already unkempt – she had been wearing it for thirteen hours on an airliner jam-packed with people who were constantly in need of something.

 She took off her jacket, blouse, and skirt and hung them on hooks on the wall. Her shoes joined their bags under the bunk. As she went to lie down, dressed only in her bra, slip, and pantyhose, Carolanne put a hand on her shoulder.

 “Thank you, Adeline, for looking after me,” the girl said.

 Something about the way she spoke stabbed Adeline in the heart. There was a plaintiveness in her tone, and an appreciation far deeper than conveyed by the words alone.

 Blushing slightly, Adeline said, “It’s my pleasure, sweetheart.”

 Carolanne rolled forward and placed a kiss on Adeline’s face. Whether intentionally or not, her lips touched Adeline’s. Startled by the display of affection, and disturbed by the pleasure it gave her, she looked into Carolanne’s eyes.

 “I love you,” the girl said.

 “That’s very sweet,” Adeline said, not believing for a second the girl could mean it. “Let’s try to get some sleep.” 

 “Will you touch me?”

 It took Adeline a moment to realise what Carolanne was asking.

 “Wait! What? No!” she stammered. “Why did you say that?”

 “I just need it. Please!”

 The words were a plea, reinforced by the longing in Carolanne’s eyes. She desperately needed some demonstration that she was lovable – and physical contact would be the most direct route.

 As if to prove she was serious, Carolanne took Adeline’s hand and placed it on her thigh. The hemline of her skirt, already short, had been pushed up when she wriggled around to make room on the bunk. There was no doubt where the adolescent wanted to be touched.

 Adeline wasn’t gay, and the kid was underage. What she was asking for was illegal – not to mention wrong. But her need was genuine and obvious, and Adeline couldn’t ignore the fact that she was becoming aroused as well.

 Adeline’s social life was meagre. Her busy schedule made relationships difficult to maintain, and her heavy workload was made even heavier because she volunteered for as many extra flights as the rules would allow. She loved the opportunity to travel abroad, and she certainly could use the money. The sooner she could pay off the mortgage on her home, the better.

 And after all, she told herself, it was her job to keep the passengers happy, whatever their needs were. She moved her hand to the front of the girl’s panties. They were already damp. The thin cotton clung to the girl’s vulva, and Adeline could feel every contour. She pressed the puffy flesh, particularly the top of the girl’s slit. There was the little button, and she could feel the girl tense when she bore down on it.

 She could also hear Carolanne’s breathing getting deeper. The kid was already coming!

 Adeline clamped her mouth over the teenager’s to muffle the noise that might give them away. The young body trembled against hers, and the girl’s panties grew even wetter.

 Carolanne was almost as quick to recover as she had been to climax. She looked into Adeline’s eyes, whispering “Thank you,” over and over as tears ran freely down her face. Perversely, Adeline was glad to have given the child so much pleasure. She looked furtively at her watch. By now there would be more people in the crew lounge. It was time to relocate.

 They arranged their clothes and hair, and then Adeline opened the door a crack to see if the coast was clear. There were three men at the far end of the main room, watching the early news on television, with their backs to the roomettes. None of them noticed as Adeline and Carolanne slipped across the room and out into the public corridor.

 They went to a women’s toilet to clean Carolanne up. Her panties were soaked, so she took them off, tossed them in a sanitary bin and took a fresh pair from her bag. Once again, she was ready to face the world.

 Adeline’s panties were not quite as soiled, but she was well aware that her pussy was swollen and wet. It was a matter that would just have to wait until later, she told herself.

 They returned to the departure lounge where they had first met, where passengers were now gathering for the transcontinental flight. Adeline and Carolanne sat off in a far corner to wait.

 Few words passed between them before they boarded their plane, and once through the hatch, they were separated. Off-duty crew deadheading a flight were not permitted in the passenger cabins, though a couple of times, Adeline headed back to use the toilet checking on her young friend as she passed.

 About half an hour before the plane was due to land, Adeline took the opportunity to sit down beside Carolanne. Barbie was lying on the snack tray, and Teddy was on the vacant seat.

 Adeline picked up the stuffed bear and held him as they chatted. After a few minutes, she asked Carolanne, innocently, if she was looking forward to seeing her aunt. The teenager’s reply left her, once again, stunned.

 “Oh, I’m not going,” she said casually.

 “Oh. Well, where are you going, then?” Adeline’s mind was in a spin.

 “I don’t know. I can work something out.”

 “Do you have friends you can stay with, or what?” Adeline persisted.

 “No. I really don’t have any friends. I’ve moved around too much to make friends. But I’ll work it out.”

 Scarcely able to believe what she was hearing, Adeline had to control her anger, as well as her voice.

 “No – you can’t just ‘work something out’. Don’t you understand how dangerous it is to have no place to go? Especially for a girl – and such a young girl.”

 Carolanne showed no reaction.

 “You could get into terrible trouble,” Adeline went on. “You could be assaulted, a little girl like you – you could end up raped, or dead.”

 To Adeline’s utter disbelief, Carolanne actually shrugged her shoulders. Adeline would have shaken her then, but she couldn’t risk drawing the attention of the on-duty staff.

 “You act as if you don’t care what happens to you!”

 “I don’t,” the girl said. “Not much anyway. I mean, nobody else cares. Why should I?”

 “You can’t expect other people to care about you if you don’t care about yourself,” Adeline said. “And I’m sure your parents and your aunt care about you. They wouldn’t want you to put you at risk.”

 Even as she spoke, she was aware of the irony – putting their child at risk was exactly what Carolanne’s parents had done when they carelessly and unceremoniously dumped her at the airport.

 Nor was the irony lost on Carolanne, who snorted derisively. “Shows how wrong you are,” she said. “They don’t care. That’s why they throw me around like a basketball.” She was unable to mask her bitterness. “They don’t care. Nobody does.”

 “That’s not true,” Adeline whispered harshly. “I care. Even if nobody else does – including you!” She glared fiercely at the girl, who now seemed even younger than she had before.

 “Thanks. Thanks for caring,” Carolanne mumbled. “At least that’s one person.”

 Now exasperated as well as furious, Adeline whispered as loudly as she dared, “Well, one is enough for now. You can stay with me while you ‘sort something out!’ How’s that – is that enough caring?”

 Now Carolanne showed a reaction – a big one. “You mean that?”

 It worried Adeline that the child seemed so genuinely incredulous that somebody would care enough about her to take her into her home.

  “Of course I do,” she said. “I’m your friend. And friends look out for each other, right?”

 “We’re friends?”

 “Sure. You remember the crew lounge … you can’t get much friendlier than that.”

 Carolanne considered the notion. “Friends? Really?” She wrapped her arm around Adeline and pulled her close, then planted a kiss on her cheek.

 “Best friends!” she announced.

 “Sure, sweetie. I have to get back to the cockpit now,” Adeline said. “Wait for me on the ramp outside the plane when we land, okay?”

 “Okay.”

 A tear trickled down Carolanne’s cheek. There was a light in her eyes, as well, and a glow in her face. Adeline gave her girl an uncertain smile, then hurried back to the jumpseat.

 ***

 Adeline’s home was in a rundown suburb not far from the airport. It was small, but at least it was hers. (Well, it belonged to her and the bank.) On the outside, it appeared rather shabby, but the inside was neat and comfortably furnished. Thanks mainly to an inheritance from her grandmother, she had been able to make a few modifications, expanding both the bedroom and the bathroom. To Adeline these were the most important rooms – after days away on long-haul international flights, she never felt truly clean and rested until she had showered and slept at home, luxuries that had come at the cost of the spare bedroom.

 Carolanne excitedly ran to the bathroom, taking in the large tub and the spacious shower stall.

 “Oh, wow!” she gasped in awe, before running to the bedroom. Dominating the space was a king-size bed. Carolanne dashed right to it, and, kicking off her shoes, jumped on the mattress like a trampoline. 

 “Oh wow!” she said again. “Now we can do what we did at the airport … and do it right!”

 Adeline was shaken by the words, but was even more disturbed when Carolanne pushed her skirt and panties down and kicked them off. Her jacket, shirt, bra followed in an instant.

 Naked, she stood at the centre of the bed, grinning smugly. “Well, what d’you think? Like what you see?”

 Not knowing what else to say, Adeline simply said what she thought – “My God, you’re gorgeous. Absolutely gorgeous!”

 The child beamed. “Now you strip!”

 While the present situation was anything but normal, for Adeline it was a perfectly usual thing to take off her uniform when she got home – the skirt and jacket went on a hook to be taken to the dry-cleaner; the shirt and hose were headed for the laundry hamper. Her shoes went under the bed.

 Those garments attended to, Adeline stood in her bra and panties, looking at Caroline. She became aware that she had no control over the situation. In fact, she had not been in control from the moment she sat on the bed in the crew lounge.

 The girl held out her hands in a beckoning gesture. Moving as if on autopilot, Adeline stepped forward. Carolanne reached around and unclipped Adeline’s bra. Adeline pushed down her panties, then stood up straight, allowing the girl to look.

 “You shave!” she chirped. “I’ve got more hair than you.” 

 Standing dumbly, Adeline looked at the girl’s lower abdomen. Indeed, the girl did have more hair on her pussy. It was a light brown, and not too thick. The top of the slit was still visible. Adeline continued to stand, waiting for whatever the girl decided was going to happen.

 Once again, Carolanne held out her hands, and Adeline took another step forward. The teenager flung her arms around Adeline’s neck, then leapt up and wrapped both legs around the woman’s body.

 Adeline imagined she could feel the little tuft of pubic hair tickling her belly. Or was that just wishful thinking?

 She knew now what was going to happen next. She also knew she was powerless to prevent it. Hugging Carolanne to her, she carried her to the side of the bed and gently set her down. Carolanne’s smile seemed to get even bigger, and bigger still when Adeline lay down beside her.

 She leaned over and kissed the girl, simultaneously laying a hand on one budding breast, rubbing the firm young flesh. Carolanne girl sighed into Adeline’s mouth, then squirmed as Adeline began tweaking her nipple.

 Not wanting to leave the other breast unattended, Adeline reached across and pinched it lightly, making Carolanne wriggle even more. Then, as Adeline’s hand began to slide down Carolanne’s body, the youngster broke the kiss and gasped.

 Reaching the navel, Adeline paused, dipped a manicured nail into the little recess and tickled. Carolanne made a squeak and tightened her belly. Adeline went on exploring, stopping again as she approached the patch of soft brown hair. Teasingly, she trapped a tight curl between her fingers and tugged. Carolanne whined in protest at the delay.

 Realising just how urgent the teenager’s needs had become, Adeline curled her hand over the girl’s mons and down her puffy lips. 

 “Oh, God, yes!” Carolanne sighed, spreading her legs wide and pushing her pelvis upward. Adeline slipped a finger between the lips, circling for a coating of the wetness that awaited her there.

 Satisfied her finger was sufficiently lubricated, she drew it upward through the tightness between the labia, to the point where they joined – there was the little button she had felt through those wet, discarded panties. Now she could feel the button itself, not just a bump beneath the textured cotton.

 Her slippery finger traced the path back down, playing at the entrance to the hole.

 Urgently. “No! You can’t! I’m …”

 Adeline smiled. “That’s fine, baby.”

 “Later, okay? You can do it later.”

 “When you’re ready, sweetheart. Whenever you’re ready.”

 Contentedly running her finger up and down along Carolanne’s labia, tickling her clit at the top of each stroke, Adeline put her lips to one of the erect nipples and sucked. Carolanne’s belly began to ripple, her thighs trembled, and with a strangled cry, she gasped, “I’m gonna come!”

 Adeline pressed the clit with her thumb, her other fingers draped across the entrance to Carolanne’s vagina. In the same way it had saturated the girl’s panties hours earlier, her pussy poured forth its juices into Adeline’s hand.

 This time, there was no quick recovery after the climax. The girl appeared to be thoroughly spent.

 “Your turn,” Carolanne said.

 Indulgently, Adeline replied, “Not just now, sweetie. Later, okay?”

 One of her big smiles spread across Carolanne’s face, then they both drifted off to sleep.

 Hours later, Adeline opened her eyes. The naked girl lying beside her looked so beautiful, and completely at peace. Somehow, she even managed to look innocent, despite having initiated two masturbation sessions with her adult lover in the few short hours since they had met.

 Teddy and Barbie were seated on the bedside table – like Adeline, they were watching Carolanne sleep.

 As if by instinct, Carolanne’s eyes fluttered open. She gazed questioningly at Adeline.

 “Jeez! Again? Really?” Adeline exclaimed.

 “It’s your fault, Adeline. You turn me on,” Carolanne giggled.

 “No, you’re just insatiable. You’re a nymphomaniac.”

 “Am not!” Entirely unaware of the irony, she promptly lay back and spread her legs, offering herself to be masturbated.

 To Carolanne’s surprise, Adeline rolled off the bed. Only when she came around and lay down between Carolanne’s legs did her intention become apparent.

 “Oh my God! Are you really going to – oh my God!”

 Looking at the young pussy in front of her, Adeline said, “I’ve never done this before. I’ve only had it done to me a couple of times, so I’m not sure if I’m any good at it. I hope I don’t do it all wrong.”

 Carolanne was too excited to reply. Only when Adeline began to blow on her aroused clit was she able to say anything, and that was only “Oh my God!” over and over.

 When Adeline’s tongue touched her pussy lips, she lost the ability to make words at all; her only sounds were moans.

 Adenine’s lips closed on Carolanne’s clit. She sucked it, then tickled it with her tongue. Without warning, Carolanne suddenly climaxed. She squealed, and her pussy let out another spurt of juice, which went straight onto Adeline’s mouth.

 The squealing ceased, the orgasm began to subside, and Carolanne started to sob, apparently uncontrollably.

 “Baby, what’s wrong?” Adeline said. 

 “I’m just so happy, Adeline. I love you. And I want to keep doing this forever!”

 Before she could think about it, the words were out: “Me too, sweetie. I love you and I want this too – always!”

 Carolanne sat up and put her arms around the woman’s neck and buried her face in her shoulder as she went on crying.

 Adeline waited for the outburst to pass. She was acutely aware that they both smelled of sex. She had Carolanne’s wetness all over her face, and her own juice was trickling from her pussy. She also felt grimy from hours of travel. Carolanne was sweaty, and had come on her as well.

 When the tears had stopped, Adeline said, “I think it’s time we have a shower.”

 Carolanne raised her head. “We? You mean, together?”

 “Yeah,” Adeline answered breezily, as if the suggestion was the most natural thing in the world.

 “Oh, my God!”

 Adeline scooped up the teenager in her arms and carried her to the bathroom.

 To Carolanne, it seemed like the height of luxury. The spacious shower stall had a bench in it to sit down on. The bathtub was almost deep enough to float in. The light fixtures included an exhaust fan and a heater. The towel rail also had a heating element. She was still gaping when Adeline arrived with fresh towels, soft and fluffy and large enough to lose a teenage girl in.

 They stepped under the shower head and Adeline got the water running, then held up her hand in a “stop” signal. Carolanne stood still, and Adeline washed her from head to toe. She paid particular attention to the girl’s belly and thighs, and the parts in between.

 “You’re all cruddy – you got come everywhere,” she teased.

 Before Carolanne could think of a smart-arse retort, she was told, “Bend over. Touch your toes.”

 When she had followed instructions, she felt a hand between her buttocks, running the length of her crack all the way to her pussy. She spread her feet further apart. The hand glided up her crack, this time stopping at her anus. A finger probed gently at the rosebud. Carolanne sighed, but the finger went away again as Adeline reached between the girl’s legs and stroked her pussy from behind.

 The unexpected approach made Carolanne weak in the knees – only the support of Adeline’s arm under her tits kept her from falling. Finally she slumped down on the seat, with her legs spread wide and Adeline crouched in front of her, lapping at her pussy.

 The tongue on her clit, the warm water running over her body, the memory of being fingered to an orgasm just a few minutes earlier – her senses could take no more.

 Carolanne passed out. 

 Adeline turned off the water and revived the little girl with a cold wash cloth. She towelled her dry, then carried her back to the bedroom and placed her on the bed. 

The child looked at Adeline thoughtfully. “Adeline … it’s later now,” she announced. “That means it’s time. I want you to take my cherry now. I want you to make me yours.” 

“You sure?” Adeline asked. Carolanne had been in control of their physical relationship since the moment they had met, and she seemed to know precisely what she wanted at all times. Even so, Adeline felt she needed to ask.

“Yeah, the girl said. “I’ve got nothing to give you except my love. I want you to have it – to show how much I love you.”

Doubtfully, Adeline asked, “Do you want me to … get you worked up again? You always get hot so fast. ”

“No.” The refusal was firm. “I want to feel it. If it hurts a little, that’s fine. If it hurts a lot, that’s okay too – I know it won’t last long.”

“But I really don’t want to hurt you,’ Adeline said quietly.

“If it does hurt, that won’t be because of you – it’s me.”

Accepting Carolanne’s decision as unshakeable, Adeline resumed her place between the pale thighs.

Carefully, she worked a finger between Carolanne’s labia once again. There was a little moisture at the entrance, but Adeline didn’t try to coat her finger with it. As gently as possible, she worked her way into Carolanne’s cunt, until she felt a slight resistance.

“Are you alright?” Adeline asked. She remembered her first time – it hadn’t hurt too much, but the whole episode had not been as pleasant as she had always dreamed it would be. “Take a deep breath.”

“Fuck me, Adeline!”

Adeline pushed her finger past the edge of the barrier and felt it yield. Carolanne winced and yelped.

Neither of them moved, allowing the girl time to grow accustomed to the new sensation.

“That wasn’t too bad,” Carolanne reported. “And it’ll be worth it. Move your finger around.”

Adeline did, but the finger chafed against the torn edges of the ruptured hymen, causing Carolanne to suck in a breath. Immediately Adeline stopped.

“No more for now, okay?” she said. “I think we should take a break.”

“Okay” said Carolanne meekly. As Adeline slipped out of her, Carolanne winced again.

Adeline inspected her finger. There was only a thin trace of blood.

 “Adeline,” Carolanne began in a little girl voice, purposely trying to sound immature. “You’ve made me come lots of times, but I haven’t given you one yet. It’s my turn to do you now.” 

A smile crossed Adeline’s face. “You are a nympho. If you’re not getting off, you want to get somebody else off.”

“I want to get you off,” Carolanne corrected her. The sincerity in the young voice was clear.

Obediently, Adeline lay back. As Carolanne knelt between her thighs, she told the girl, “I can’t give you my cherry – it’s way too late for that. But there’s a couple of things – do you know, for instance, that you’re the only other person who’s ever been in this bed?”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” Further explanation was called for. “I haven’t been with anybody for a few years. Maybe I had to wait until I met you.”

Even as she spoke, the words sounded saccharine and soppy to her – but Carolanne apparently failed to notice. Her face radiated happiness.

“So you can take my gay virginity,” Adeline told her. “I guess I’m a lez-virgin or something, cause I’ve never done anything with a girl before.”

“I’m not a girl – I’m a woman now,” Carolanne stated. “And I’ve never done anything with anybody before.”

“I’m never going to do anything with anybody else again,” Adeline promised.

“And I’m never, ever going to do anything with anybody else,” Carolanne vowed solemnly. Without missing a beat, she said, “Do you really think that Barbie and Teddy should see this?”

Playing along, Adeline said, “They watched you lose your virginity. Why should they turn away now?”

Grinning hugely, Carolanne said, “So they won’t think I’m a nympho! I wouldn’t want them to think that!” 

The End 

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!