Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

A brief recap: Single mother and secret lesbian Amanda receives wonderful news from Caroline, the dance instructor for her eleven-year-old daughter Katie. She informs Amanda that Katie is being considered as a fairy for Latchmore House, a magical kingdom of sorts for young girls.  Amanda gets more good news the following day, when Caroline asks her on a date. That evening, Amanda finally comes out to her daughter, only to be surprised (and secretly thrilled) when Katie admits that she likes girls herself. Amanda’s date with Caroline is a rousing success. They make passionate love and share some secrets, including a mutual attraction to young girls. Now read on…

 

by C. Cat

On Monday morning, Amanda received a call from Cindy Franklin, Head Mistress of Latchmore House. She was very interested in meeting both Amanda and her little girl Katie.

“I’d especially like to give Katie a chance to meet and get to know the other girls,” Ms. Franklin said. “That’s the best way to see if your daughter would do well as one of the Latchmore Fairies. Mind you, I’ve heard some very glowing praise for Katie, so I’ve no doubt that she’d be a good fit. Can we pencil you in for an appointment this Saturday afternoon?”

Amanda readily agreed, smiling to herself at the thought of what it meant to be a “good fit,” in light of her talk with Caroline about her experiences as a fairy. That’s when she’d learned that Latchmore House had always been run by lesbians, women who encouraged their fairies to find love and pleasure with other girls.

Katie was thrilled to learn that they had free tickets for a tea party at Latchmore on the weekend. She’d visited there before, but never for a special event like this where the fairies were guaranteed to be there. Amanda hadn’t yet told Katie that she might be offered the chance to become a fairy herself — that had been arranged as a special surprise.

The weather was beautiful when they arrived. After checking in, they sat outside near a fountain with a group, mostly mothers and younger daughters. There, tea and sandwiches were served. Afterward, as trays of little cakes were brought out, there was a murmur from the crowd – some of the girls had spotted the fairies capering in the woods.

The fairies were shy at first, disappearing when they were spotted. Soon they were a little bolder, staying longer and even waving at the onlookers. Before very long, the little girls were calling to the fairies, pleading with them to come out and play.

Eventually, some of the fairies who had instruments gathered together and began to play a lilting melody. Other fairies gradually came dancing out of the forest, coming together in a circle.

As they moved around the circle, every now and then one of the fairies would break off and choose a little girl from the crowd to join them. They would have the girls follow along with simple steps, and soon almost all of the youngsters were dancing.

Amanda felt a warmth growing inside as she watched the little girls caper in their pretty sundresses. She especially appreciated the girls with shorter skirts, the kind that put their bare legs on display. As the dance continued, Amanda noticed that the fairies seemed to be encouraging the girls to spin around, so their skirts would rise up for an occasional glimpse of their knickers.

As Katie danced with the others, several of the fairies gave her especially bright smiles. Some of them even winked at her. She thought they were all beautiful, but it wasn’t just their faces she noticed. Instead, she was transfixed by the skimpy material of the fairies’ dresses, which displayed their lithe bodies to delicious effect. Right from the start she felt butterflies in her tummy. They’re all so… so sexy! She couldn’t help but picture herself undressing them, touching them, even kissing them all over. The very idea made her shiver.

When the music stopped, everyone cheered. The fairies then quickly seated themselves in a distant circle around one of their own number, an adorable blonde who began to sing a folk song in her sweet, clear soprano. Some of the girls, Katie included, slowly wandered back to join their mothers as they listened. Everyone was silent, enraptured by the young fairy’s beautiful song.

Katie’s eyes were drawn to one little redheaded fairy with bright green eyes. The way she was sitting, Katie could see right up her skirt. Glancing around nervously, she quickly realised that no one else had noticed but her. It felt wrong to stare, but the sight was much too compelling. Katie looked again, wishing she could see even more.

Then the girl shifted, and Katie barely managed to stop herself from gasping out loud. She could see everything now, and there were no panties to block her view — just the bare beauty of the girl’s cunny.

Katie’s heart was pounding frantically, and she felt warm all over. Common sense told her to look away, but she just couldn’t. It’s so pretty! She wanted to touch herself, right there in front of everyone.

Though still a girl of eleven who had only recently admitted to herself she was gay, Katie had actually known the truth for much longer. Even so, her experience with girls was very limited. She’d practised kissing a few times with some girls at summer camp, but felt obliged to pretend she was only rehearsing for kissing boys when she was older. Admitting her real feelings to any of the girls she knew didn’t seem possible — she was much too bashful.

What Katie lacked in experience, she made up with a vivid imagination. After the conversation with her mother about her preference for girls, she’d been thinking more and more about lesbian sex. Most of her fantasies were about girls her age, particularly when they had long slender legs, tight little bottoms, and were just beginning to grow breasts. Whenever she got scolded for being distracted in school or dance class, thinking of girls like that was usually the reason.

But she liked older women, too. Although partial to those on the petite side, she absolutely loved women with nice big boobs. There was just something about a slim woman with breasts that seemed a little too big for her body — just like Jordan from the mall and, she recently realised, her own mother. At first Katie felt guilty about thinking about her mum that way, but had to admit she was dead sexy.

Drifting off into an idle fantasy of the little redheaded fairy, Katie forgot that she was still staring. So when she glanced up, she got a shock — the girl’s big green eyes were locked on hers! There was no hiding what she was looking at, or what she was thinking, so Katie braced herself for what would happen next. Would the girl get upset, even make a scene?

In fact, nothing like that happened. The girl just smiled, showing her braces. Then, almost imperceptibly, she spread her knees a little wider before giving Katie a nod of approval.

Omigosh, Katie marvelled. She… she wants me to look!

More than that, the flush in the redhead’s cheeks and what appeared to be a hint of wetness between her legs made it clear: she was excited, too.

Katie felt the ache in that special spot as it cried out for attention. She squeezed her thighs together and shifted her body a bit, but that wasn’t enough. She desperately needed to touch herself.

Wondering if she ought to excuse herself for a trip to the toilet, Katie was so caught up in the moment that she failed to notice two other fairies who had drifted up behind her. Her fingers were within inches of her throbbing sex when she heard a noise behind her and flinched. Before she knew what was what, one of the fairies had bent to whisper in her ear. “Would you like to come and play with us?”

Had they noticed anything? Kate hadn’t quite touched herself yet, but the way she’d started and the guilty expression on her face must’ve been obvious. She took a breath to calm herself, then looked to her mother for permission. If Mum could tell what Katie had just been thinking, she didn’t let on.

Amanda gave her daughter a warm smile. “Go ahead, sweetheart, I’m sure they have a lot to show you.”

“We do,” the fairies said in unison. Each took one of Katie’s hands and helped the girl to her feet, then led her down a nearby path.

As the fairies took her with them, Katie noticed that most of the other girls had also been taken aside. A few were jumping and spinning about with a couple of fairies; some, like herself, were being guided into the woods; and one little girl was seated with her fairy in a shady spot, eyes wide as she listened to a story.

***

Amanda watched as the fairies wandered away with Katie, briefly admiring their cute little bums, already imagining what lovely games the three of them might play together. Wouldn’t it be wonderful if they made love to her? she mused. I can’t imagine a nicer introduction to sex.

Once the trio had disappeared into the forest, Amanda shifted her attention to the remaining girls. In particular, there was one especially lovely redheaded fairy seated close by. My God… she’s absolutely perfect! She pictured herself reaching under that snug-fitting dress and slipping the girl’s panties off, then burrowing between those silken thighs. Tracing that sweet pink slit with my tongue, capturing the taste of her, savouring it… 

A woman’s voice suddenly broke into Amanda’s wicked reverie, making her jump. “They are beautiful, aren’t they?”

Swivelling around to see an unfamiliar woman standing over her, Amanda blurted, “What? Oh, yes, I s-suppose.” Taking a deep breath, she struggled to compose herself, painfully aware of her flushed cheeks.

“My apologies. I didn’t mean to startle you,” the woman said. She extended a hand. “I’m Cindy Franklin.”

Taking Ms. Franklin’s hand, Amanda replied, “Oh, yes… um, Amanda Peters. I’m Katie’s mum.”

Cindy Franklin was absolutely gorgeous. She wore a yellow sundress with a low-cut neckline, a cinched waist that accented her trim figure, and a skirt that stopped a couple inches above the knees showing off her long athletic legs. Her blonde hair seemed to sparkle in the sun. Even though she must have been a few years older than Amanda, she had the sort of rosy skin that made it impossible to guess her age.

Ms. Franklin nodded. “Yes, I thought that was you. I’m so glad you and your daughter could join us today. I hope Katie is having a good time!”

“Thank you, Ms. Franklin. Um, yes, she’s having a lovely time. She just left a moment ago with a pair of your fairies.”

“Please, call me Cindy. Yes, that was Piper and Melissa. I asked them to show her around… I hope that’s okay. You see, I wanted to have a chance for the two of us to chat.”

By then, Amanda would have followed her anywhere. “Absolutely.”

“Let’s take a stroll, then. The gardens are beautiful, after all.” Taking her hand again, Cindy helped Amanda to stand, and they set off.

Amanda didn’t let go, either. Cindy’s grasp was warm and comforting, like a mummy holding her little girl’s hand. She’d often fantasised about finding a woman who made her feel like a young girl, and something about Cindy made her feel secure and looked after. A flush of warmth ran through her body as she imagined what it might be like to love this kind, strong woman.

As for Cindy, she found herself to be quite attracted to Amanda. When her close friend and former Latchmore fairy Caroline had nominated Amanda’s daughter Katie to be a fairy herself, she’d let Cindy know that the girl’s mother was as sweet and genuine as she was beautiful. Cindy had to agree, already hoping that she and Amanda might become friends, hopefully lovers. The woman had a sweet submissive side that made Cindy want to possess her and care for her.

It was clear to see Amanda was attracted to her too, but desire alone wasn’t always enough. Most young girls quickly adapted to the unique culture of Latchmore House, but women who had grown up with the baggage of society sometimes had a much more difficult time adjusting to the Latchmore way.

If Amanda was to be brought into their circle, Cindy needed to know how close to the edge the woman was willing to go. That meant pushing her a little more than she might expect.

“May I ask you something… personal?” Cindy said as she led Amanda to a bench in a quiet green bower, where they seated themselves. She rested a hand on the younger woman’s knee.

Amanda nodded. “Yes. Anything.” She felt a renewed twinge of excitement. Could Cindy be interested in her as more than just the mother of a potential recruit?

“Just before I introduced myself, you were looking at a little redheaded girl. What were you thinking at that moment?”

A pang of fear surged through Amanda. She saw me looking? She knows? Oh my God, oh my GOD.

Before there was even time to think, Amanda was speaking, trying to shield herself. “Um, I was just, uh, thinking how pretty…”

“No,” Cindy cut her off calmly, but with an edge to her voice. “She is pretty, yes… but you and I both know it was more than that. At Latchmore, we are always open and honest with our sisters. It’s our way. I want the next words you speak to be the truth, Amanda. The truth.”

Sisters. The word hung in the air for a moment. At first it seemed out of place, but then her thoughts fell together like pieces of a puzzle. She already knows the answer, Amanda told herself, now she’s trying to find out if I trust her. Maybe even more than a sister would.

Common sense told Amanda to deny her feelings. That was the voice she always listened to… and she was well acquainted with the guilt and shame that fed it. But at the same time, there was something about Cindy that she responded to, that made her want to be honest about her desires.

Can I really tell her this… the one secret I’ve never shared with anyone, not even a lover?

It was an enormous gamble, one Amanda suddenly knew she wanted to take.

“I…” she started to speak, but her voice cracked. Staring down at her restless hands, she tried again. “I… really did think she was pretty, yes… But you’re right, there was more to it. I thought she was sexy, too… and that excited me.” Now that she’s begun, the words flowed more freely. “I was imagining what it would be like to – to take her knickers off. To take all her clothes off. I w-wanted to lick her pussy… to find out what she tastes like.”

Bracing herself for Cindy’s response, Amanda raised her head, made eye contact. To her enormous awe and relief, the woman was smiling.

Cindy opened her arms and Amanda fell into them, hugging her new friend as she began to cry.

“Good girl,” Cindy said, cradling the sobbing Amanda to her. “Thank you for being brave, sweetheart. I know that was hard, but it’s important that you and I be honest with each other.”

Amanda wept quietly for a little while, finally calming herself. Gently breaking away, she sat up straight. “Oh, hell,” she muttered, quickly withdrawing a tissue and wiping her face. “I’m sure I look perfectly awful now…”

“Not at all,” said Cindy, carefully placing her hand on the younger woman’s upper thigh. “You’re lovelier than ever.”

Amanda turned to look at Cindy, unable to speak. Tears were still in her eyes, but Cindy also saw desire. Leaning in, she kissed Amanda on the mouth.

The kiss was gentle, sensual. They both enjoyed the lingering pace, not so much passionate as warm and filled with affection. When they broke apart, they paused to gaze into each other’s eyes.

“Caroline told me quite a lot about you, but I didn’t expect you to be this special.” Cindy whispered as she stroked Amanda’s hair. “I hope this is the start of something more.”

“I… I’d like that, too.”

“You understand that things are different here. We follow our own rules when it comes to relationships.”

“Caroline told me a few things about that… I’m sure that I have a lot to learn, though.”

Cindy’s hand trailed from down from Amanda’s hair, pausing to caress her neck. “Then you came to the right teacher,” she said, playfully tapping her new friend on the nose like she was a cute little schoolgirl, “and I have just the thing for your first lesson.”

Rising from the bench, Cindy took Amanda by the hand and led her down the path.

Soon they came upon an old building that was once a carriage house, but had long since been renovated. Cindy led Amanda to an office on the second floor, but didn’t take her inside. Instead, she had Amanda sit on a bench out front.

“If you wouldn’t mind waiting for a few minutes, I have to make some arrangements.”

“Of course,” Amanda said, eager to please her new teacher.

Sitting on the bench, she started to feel a little like a schoolgirl who’d been summoned to the principal’s office. She was a little nervous about what Cindy might be planning, but that just excited her all the more.

After about ten minutes, Cindy called out to her. Like an obedient girl, Amanda entered and stood before Cindy’s desk, hands clasped before her.

Rising from behind the desk, Cindy came over to Amanda, then began to circle her. It felt as if she was being inspected, even appraised. Strangely enough, she found herself turned on by it. Unsure how to respond, Amanda chose to remain silent, looking forward.

“Are you ready to begin?” Cindy whispered in her ear as she brought her body closer to Amanda’s.

“I am,” Amanda said, struggling to keep calm as she felt a hand slide up her leg, then slowly lift the skirt of her sundress.

She was already wet with excitement, unable to stifle a whimper as Cindy patted her panty-covered ass. “First, these knickers have to go. Take them off, then hold your skirt up.”

Amanda dutifully obeyed, pushing the sodden panties down, then letting them fall to ring her ankles. Taking hold of the skirt, she hoisted it to her waist, putting her sex on full display. She’d always been a fairly modest woman, never one for flaunting her nudity, but she now found herself thrilled by the sheer lewdness of what she was up to now: standing before another woman, showing her cunt off like a wicked child.

“Very pretty,” Cindy said, still examining her, “I love your shaved pussy.”

“Thank you, Miss Cindy,” Amanda said. It didn’t seem right to call a teacher by her first name alone.

Cindy stood face to face with Amanda. “Do you understand that always being honest with your sisters – even if it feels uncomfortable to you — is our most important rule?”

“I understand, Miss Cindy.”

“That’s what we’re going to practice now,” Cindy said. Placing a hand on Amanda’s shoulder, she gently turned the woman around.

Amanda’s eyes went wide when she saw a third person standing there: the little redheaded fairy from the garden.

“Amanda, this is Rayne. Rayne, this is Katie’s mum, Amanda. I think she has something she needs to tell you. It’s about what she was thinking when she saw you earlier today.”

A jolt of panic hit Amanda, harder than it had the first time she was asked to share her true thoughts. Telling Cindy was one thing, but could she admit her deepest, darkest desire to a little girl?

She was frightened, yes… but in addition to the fear, she knew excitement. After all, isn’t this what I’ve dreamed of for ages?

In her shock, she almost forgot she was standing in front of the girl with her skirt held high, panties at her feet. By the time she noticed, it was too late to cover up. The look on Rayne’s face wasn’t one of surprise, though. In fact the girl, who couldn’t have been a day over twelve, was staring at Amanda’s pussy with a distinct hunger in her eyes.

Feeling helpless and exposed, Amanda had no choice but to be honest.

“I… I was looking at you in the garden today and thought about how sexy and beautiful you looked. I imagined what it would be like to kiss you, undress you, and caress your body. I wanted to touch you everywhere, then spread your legs and, and lick you until you came. Then I wanted you to… to do the same to me.”

“Did you feel like masturbating when you were watching her?” Cindy asked. She was now seated in a plush accent chair.

“I did.”

Cindy turned to the girl. “What do you think about that?”

Rayne grinned. “I’m glad she likes me like that. I think she’s sexy, too.”

“Would you like to watch while Amanda makes herself come?”

The little girl nodded eagerly. “Yes, please!”

“You heard the girl,” Cindy told Amanda. “Touch your cunt. Come for her.”

Amanda was still in a mild state of shock, but she couldn’t deny the hunger she felt for the little girl, as well as her desire to please Cindy. Perching on the edge of the desk, she spread her legs apart to give Rayne a good view.

Running two fingers up and down her slit, she watched Rayne carefully, imagining that it was the girl who was touching her there. Drifting back into her fantasy from earlier, Amanda pictured herself slipping off the little girl’s fairy dress, caressing her bare body, bending to lick and suckle the tips of her budding breasts. Her excitement grew as she imagined kneeling before Rayne, nuzzling her slit. Was she silky smooth down there, or might she have a sprinkling of pubic down that matched the bright red of her hair?

It was easy to see that Rayne was becoming aroused, too. She slid a hand down each thigh, finally grasping the hem of her skirt. Instead of lifting it, though, she slowly spread her knees. Inch by inch, the young girl allowed more of her slender legs and inner thighs to be seen.

The little vixen, Amanda thought. She’s teasing me!

As if Rayne could read her mind, she gave the skirt an unexpected jerk, yanking it up to her chest.

Amanda gasped, her head spinning like a crazed carousel at what she saw. Beneath the dress, the little girl was completely naked. The sight of Rayne’s pretty pink cunny made her mouth water.

“Tell Amanda how old you are, child,” Cindy murmured.

“I just turned eleven. Just like Katie, ‘cept she’s a month older.”

Cindy studied Amanda thoughtfully. “Know something, Rayne? I’ve got a very distinct feeling that Katie’s mummy wants to lick her little girl’s cunt, just like she wants to lick yours. Am I right, Amanda?”

By that point, Amanda was pumping two fingers deep into her vagina while using the other hand to work her clitoris. She was short of breath, but still managed to gasp, “Yes, oh God, yes. I want to, to m-make love to my daughter.” She was revelling in her lewdness, suddenly eager to reveal her most dangerous secrets.

“I’d like to see you do that,” Rayne said, still holding her dress high, then she gave a slight pout. “Wish my mum would make love to me. She wants to, I can tell… guess she’s too scared.”

Cindy stroked her chin. “Your mother’s gay, isn’t she?” Rayne nodded. “She’s certainly a lovely woman. I’ll be sure to spend some time with her on our next Parents Day. We’ll have a nice chin wag, just us two. Who knows… maybe we can make your dream come true.”

“That would be so, so awesome!” Rayne exclaimed, slipping a hand between her thin thighs.

“What about Katie?” Cindy purred – stealing a glance at Amanda, who was still frantically masturbating. “You had a good look at her when we were in the grove… how would you like to lick that sweet little girl?”

Rayne was toying with her slit. “Oohhh, I’d love to. Can Miss Amanda also be there? That’s what I’d really like – to fuck Katie and her mummy!”

Hearing this girl of eleven voice her hot, forbidden fantasy proved too much for Amanda. She cried, “Yes! Oh, yes!” as the first wave of ecstasy came crashing down, shuddering helplessly as she continued to pleasure herself.

Once the storm of her orgasm had dwindled, she felt a rush of guilt. Not only had she masturbated in front of a child, she’d confessed her lustful desire for Katie. My God… what have I done? What’s wrong with me? Tears welled up in her eyes, and she was unable to stifle a choked sob.

Cindy seemed about to comfort her, but Rayne reacted first, hastening over to give Amanda a hug. “Don’t cry, Miss Amanda,” the girl said, “We were just having nice feelings. I like you… and I ‘specially liked watching you! I hope we can do more, lots more.”

Cupping the girl’s face, Amanda touched her lips to Rayne’s forehead, then gave her a tender kiss on the mouth. “Bless you, sweet child,” she whispered. She settled back on the desk’s edge, brushing tears away with the back of her hand.

“Miss Cindy?” Rayne said. “I think I know how to make her feel better.” She whispered something in the woman’s ear.

“A capital idea!” Cindy exclaimed. She hugged the young girl, who quickly tugged her fairy dress down and off, tossing it aside. Now she was completely nude. “Amanda, why don’t you join Rayne on the couch. She has a treat for you.”

Those awkward feelings of shame seemed to evaporate like morning mist as Amanda pushed herself up from the desktop, then advanced toward the naked eleven-year-old, already tingling with anticipation. Mere moments after her last orgasm, she was yearning for more.

Throwing both arms around Amanda’s neck, Rayne kissed her. This kiss was considerably more heated, the girl’s tongue darting between the woman’s parted lips. Amanda was quick to match Rayne’s passion with her own, hugging the child’s bare body to her clothed one.

When she finally pulled away, a hungry-eyed Rayne said. “You’ll need to lay down.” She pointed to the couch. “I want to take a pony ride on your face.” Then she giggled, which made her seem even younger.

Pausing to step out of her shoes, then shrug out of her dress and bra, Amanda stretched out on the red velvet sofa. Ready. Waiting.

Rayne straddled her older lover’s face, that tantalisingly bare cunt nearly brushing from Amanda’s lips, She  could feel its warmth.

“Put your tongue inside me,” the girl instructed as she lowered herself.

As Rayne’s sex drew closer, Amanda let her tongue slip inside the moist opening and moved it around a bit, tasting a little girl for the very first time. The flavour was clean, tart and utterly luscious, like some juicy, ripe fruit she’d never tried before.

A moan could be heard from above. “Ohhhh… you’re a good pony,” Rayne sighed as she began to rock her hips back and forth. Amanda simply had to reach up and squeeze those darling little buttocks, feeling them clench and release as the girl moved against her.

“That’s it,” Cindy said, a breathy quality to her voice. “Fuck her face, Rayne.”

Those words seemed to make everything real. I’m going down on a little girl, an astonished Amanda told herself. The same age as my daughter. I wanted something like this for so long, and now it’s happening. She felt the silky softness of the girl’s thighs framing her cheeks, and drove her tongue in further. Take me, Rayne. Take me, make me yours. Be my lover.

She could see the girl swaying, her eyes closed, mouth gone slack. Then she noticed that Rayne had a hand between her legs, playing with her clit as Amanda continued to lick.

That perky little bottom seemed to fit her hands perfectly. She cupped it, explored its roundness, let her fingers trail through the cleft of Rayne’s arse. An approving hum from the child let Amanda know she was on the right track.

Finding the taut rosebud with the tip of her index finger, she pressed inward. Rayne inhaled sharply when Amanda penetrated her rectum, right up to the third knuckle. The ease with which she’d achieved entry told her that Rayne had done this before. The cry that broke from the girl’s throat told Amanda that she loved it.

A heartbeat later, she felt the girl’s body go tense. The world held its breath for the briefest eternity, then those thin but powerful thighs clamped around Amanda’s head as Rayne shrieked out, gobsmacked by a frenzied orgasm that seemed to go on forever – or at least until she cried, “Stop, p-please stop!”

Dazed and winded, Rayne slumped against the back cushions of the sofa when Amanda stopped licking her. It took a few moments for the eleven-year-old to recover, but she had unfinished business with her grownup partner. Finally catching her breath, she climbed down, kneeling next to where Amanda lay.

“Thank you, Miss Amanda,” Rayne gave her a kiss, pausing to sample her own juices from the woman’s coated lips. “Now it’s my turn.”

Moving down to the end of the couch, the cute redhead pushed Amanda’s legs wide apart, looking up at her with those pretty green eyes and a smile, then bent down to give the woman’s juicy slit a long lick. The touch of Rayne’s tongue made Amanda squirm with delight. “Christ almighty,” she moaned.

As Rayne’s skilled tongue worked its magic, Amanda raised her hips, encouraging the girl to suck her clit, or at least probe deeper into the vaginal opening. But Rayne refused to be rushed, focused as she was on licking curlicues through the folds of Amanda’s labia. It felt lovely, but those feather-light flicks of the tongue were more of a tease than a release. She seemed so happy, too – all cute and playful, as if she was having fun with her Barbie dolls instead of performing oral sex on a grown woman.

Just when Amanda was on the verge of screaming, Rayne abruptly switched tactics, plunging deep into her new lover’s core, licking out all of the honey she could gulp down.

God, she’s good at this, Amanda told herself, bracing herself for the coming storm. She could feel it massing inside, building into something enormous. Here it comes here it comes here it comes…

But just as she was set to go off like a firework, Rayne pulled away, raising her head. Amanda stared at the girl in disbelief. What the actual fuck…?

“I love the taste of your pussy, Miss Amanda… I bet Katie will love it just as much!” she declared, then lunged forward, taking the woman’s clitoris between her lips to suck.

It didn’t take more than a few flicks of Rayne’s tongue to push Amanda over the edge. “Ohhh, yes, YES! J-just like that! Oh, GOD!” she wailed, then gave herself up to the moment’s ecstasy. All she could do was let it happen, ride the wave wherever it took her. She drifted for a while, then the motion ceased.

After a long while, her eyes fluttered open to see a smiling Rayne, perched on the arm of the sofa. “That was really nice, Miss Amanda. I hope we can do it again. Maybe Katie will be playing with us next time!”

These words warmed Amanda’s heart. “I hope so, love. We’ll see,” she said, extending her arms to the  girl. Rayne crawled into her embrace, and the two shared a gentle but passion-filled kiss, their tongues engaging in a slow dance.

I’m tasting my cunt on a little girl’s mouth, Amanda thought. How amazing is that?

Rayne’s lips and chin were still moist when she hopped up. “I need to go now, but I know we’ll meet again,” she said, taking Amanda’s hand. “I love you.” And with that, she hastened from the room, pausing to snatch up her fairy dress along the way.

“I… I love you too,” Amanda whispered. But the child was already gone.

She sat up; glanced about. Her heart skipped a beat at the sight of Cindy, who was still seated in the accent chair. Now, however, the older woman was nude from the waist down, her legs open.

Lazily stroking her slit, Cindy smiled. “My, that was an impressive show! Watching you and Rayne got me all hot and juicy, and now I’m in need of relief. I think you need to come over here and pleasure me.” She spread her thighs even wider, causing her vagina to open slightly.

“Yes, Miss Cindy,” Amanda said, happy for the opportunity to serve her new mentor.

Soon she was kneeling between Cindy’s legs, licking a pathway through the droplets of wetness on the woman’s inner thighs before gently circling the opening with the tip of her tongue.

“Lovely,” Cindy breathed. “You’ll fit in very nicely at Latchmore, my dear.”

Using finger and thumb to open her teacher’s cunt, Amanda probed deep inside the fiery pinkness, far as her tongue could reach.

She heard a contented sigh from Cindy, who went on to say, “By the way, Rayne has a rather naughty idea in mind – one I’m sure you’ll like.” She was stroking Amanda’s hair.

“Mmm?” Amanda said between licks.

“Soon as she sees your daughter, Rayne plans to give her a big, messy kiss… just so Katie will taste your pussy on her lips. Think of that! She’ll know what Rayne has been up to, she just won’t know who with!” Cindy chuckled. “Can you imagine what your little girl will think when she finds out the truth?”

It was a scheme that couldn’t fail to excite Amanda. She began to lick Cindy more aggressively, burying her mouth in the wet, pungent flesh.

“That’s – oh, yessss, that’s it,” Cindy said. “Mmmmm, such a good, obedient girl…”

Amanda was surprised at how Cindy’s praise – Miss Cindy, she reminded herself – made her glow inside. Determined to make her teacher genuinely happy, she paused briefly to lick her lips before moving on to the tiny bud of the woman’s clit, taking it between her lips to suck.

Moments later, Miss Cindy was gasping in ecstasy. Her fingers were tangled in Amanda’s blonde tresses as she came, her honey flowing into the younger woman’s mouth.

On to Chapter Five!

by Kinkychic

It was a few weeks later that I awoke to the sound of cannon-fire coming from the direction of the harbour. A boom like distant thunder told me the fort had shot off one of the big 36-pounders, but there were also many smaller explosions.

I jostled Mother as we ran out the door. It was barely dawn, the sun not yet above the horizon. People seemed to be running in all directions, some eager to see what was happening, others fleeing, determined to get as far away as possible.

Soldiers poured from buildings, fastening their uniforms as they ran. Many looked to be still quite drunk from the night before. It would have been comical if it had not been so frightening.

“What do we do, Mother?” I asked her.

“We should go to the old harbour wall to find out if it’s safe to stay,” she replied. “But wait here a minute.” She ran back inside before returning, stuffing her large purse and a pistol into her bag. The purse contained all our savings.

When we climbed the steps to the top of the wall we saw two frigates and another smaller ship, all clouded in smoke from their rapid fire of cannon. The smaller ship was engaging the light Spanish galleys. The frigates were firing at the fort.

“I don’t think we should be here,” I said. “It’s not safe. I’m frightened. May we go, please?”

“No, it’s all right. They’re only firing at the fort. We’re safe enough here.”

I was not entirely convinced, and I crouched lower. “Who are they, Mother, can you tell?”

“I believe that’s the British flag, but I can’t imagine why they’re here. They must be mad – those ships have no chance against the fort’s big guns.” As if in agreement with what she had said, the fort fired two guns at the same time. The nearest frigate seemed to almost lift out of the water before very nearly rolling over. Even at this distance, I could see huge pieces of timber flying high in the air, and one of the masts beginning to fall.

We turned to look downriver toward the sound of musket-fire. Two more ships were there, and a large body of British marines were moving toward the city walls.

One of the Governor’s guards appeared alongside us, looking off toward the British. “Fools,” he said. “They are going straight into the swamp. We will pick them off like rabbits, if the alligators don’t get them first.”

Even I could see the two frigates were trying to pull out of range of the big guns. They did succeed, but slowly, and not before being hit by several more huge balls. Many sailors must have died on those ships today – and to what purpose? They had achieved nothing. Their shots had only bounced off the massive walls of the fort.

The guard had been over-hasty in his assessment, though. The marines we saw were but a diversion, and many more were now attacking the city from the other side. The sounds of battle intensified as musket and small cannon fire seemed to come from all directions.

“What do we do, Mother? Where should we go?”

“We go to the Palacio. It’s built on higher ground, and has a cellar that does not flood, so it’s warm and dry. Come, we must hurry.”

When we reached the sanctuary, Mother hammered on the side door, but there was no answer. I saw Bill peering down from a balcony, and I waved my hand and shouted to him. A minute later the door opened, and he ushered us inside.

There were quite a few girls in the cellar, though many had elected to go to their homes. I also saw the pretty girl who always smiled at me. Perhaps I would have a chance to talk to her while we were sheltering here. I still did not know her name, and I resolved to ask Chantelle as soon as the opportunity arose.

Our madame greeted us with obvious relief, then asked, “What is happening? Do you know?”

“It is the British,” Mother told her. “I knew there would be trouble when Spain agreed to give all of Louisiana back to France. I just didn’t expect it so soon.”

Bill said he would go and try and find out more. We bolted the doors behind him, then sat and waited.

When he returned, he told us that it was indeed the British. They were attacking on three sides, but he doubted they would succeed. The striking force was larger than the defending garrison, but the invaders were struggling with the nightmare of the swamps, and the garrison soldiers were well protected behind their walls. They were holding the British off, even though the larger part of the garrison was made up of Cuban troops, who were not generally counted among the best of fighters. He said the frigates had learned their lesson the hard way and were out of the fight.

Chantelle suggested we should go back to the salon as there did not appear to be any serious or imminent danger. Bill climbed to the roof with a spyglass and said he would give us ample warning if he saw anything that need concern us.

The wine was passed around, even some port and sherry. Mother didn’t bat an eyelid when I took a glass. I had been accepted as an adult now, a professional along with the rest.

The piano player graced us with a lively tune, and soon we all were singing. I had declined when the sisters at the convent asked me to join the choir, but I often practised with them. They told me I had a good voice and could hold my notes well.

A tune I knew well began, and I sang along with the rest. Gradually, the others dropped out. I had my eyes closed and was so entranced by the music that I did not notice. Then another voice broke in, very close to me. I turned to look and saw the girl whom I’d been wanting to meet. She had come to stand beside me, her voice blending harmoniously with my own.

She held my hand as we sang the last verse. There was complete silence for a moment as everyone regarded us. Then Chantelle began to applaud, and soon they were all clapping, cheering, and whistling as only bawdy-house girls can.

The piano player began another tune. But the girl pulled my hand. “Will you come and sit with me?” she asked. “I still don’t know many here yet.”

My mother smiled as I went and sat with the girl. She fetched my wine over, gave me a wink, and went back to her seat.

Mother’s look had clearly implied there was more to the girl’s attentions than a simple desire to talk. This was new to me. I had never before been approached in such a demur fashion. I studied the girl carefully as she told me her name. “I’m Veronica,” she said. “No, I’m sorry, I mean Violette. I always forget to use the Frenchie name Chantelle gave me. I know you’re Francine. I hoped we would meet, but I don’t see you often.”

I took an instant liking to her. I loved her soft American drawl, and I had already fancied her smile.

“I don’t work like the others. I only come in occasionally, when a lady wants me. There’s only been four so far, and I never work evenings, only in the afternoon.”

Her eyes opened wide. “You… you only go with women?”

“I have never been with a man,” I said. “That’s in my contract, and I won’t be asked. Why – does that shock you?”

“No, I’m not shocked, just surprised,” she said. “I didn’t know we could do that. The lady who fetched your drink – is she your mother, or perhaps your sister? You do look much alike, though I believe you’re a little prettier.” She hesitated but then continued. “I think you’re a lot prettier, really.” Her face reddened, and she hastily looked down at her hands.

I looked at her more intently. I knew what she was attempting, the meaning behind her words. She was clearly too shy to just come right out with it.

A glance around told me that no one was paying the slightest attention to us. I picked up her glass and passed it to her. “Shall we drink to us then? Would you like that?”

“You do mean it, don’t you? I do so hope we can be friends.”

“Oh yes, I mean it,” I said. “I have many friends here, but no one special. I think perhaps you could be that person.”

“I thought that you were just a child, but you’re not, are you? You’re so clever, so perceptive and adult in your way. I would love to be your friend.”

Bill came back into the salon. “I guess it’s safe now, ladies,” he said, “but it’s ain’t over yet, so it bein’ best you all stay here.”

I took Violette’s hand again. “I haven’t bathed today,” I said. “I was awakened by the fighting. Shall we go to the baths?”

The Palacio was one of the few properties with the luxury of running hot water. I ran a bath, and I added a generous amount of salts.

Considering that we were two girls in the same profession, I was surprised at how shy we both became. This was quite different, as we weren’t performing a service for pay.

Although she was older, I saw that she wouldn’t lead, and I began to undress – not in the slow, teasing way that I had been taught, but still slowly enough to keep her eyes on me as I worked for her approval. I saw it there on her face. She wanted to touch me, but she held herself back.

“Are you not going to come in with me?” I asked. “I’m sure it would be so much nicer if you did.”

She barely hesitated. She had come to a decision. Soon she stood naked in front of me. I saw a girl not much older than myself. The main difference was how much more developed she was than I. Her breasts were larger than mine, but still firm and high in their beauty. Her mound was clean-shaven, and her pussy had wonderfully compact lips.

She coloured slightly as I studied her. “Do you think I’m pretty?” she stammered. “Do you like me?”

I held out my hand. “Violette, you’re perfect. Come.”

We settled into the bath and faced each other in the warm water. Her legs were outside of mine, and my toes brushed her pussy. We glanced at each other, then we both burst out laughing. It broke the ice, and soon we were throwing handfuls of bubbles at one another. All the while, my toes pressed between her legs.

We played and tussled until suddenly our faces came close, and we sat looking into one another’s eyes. Violette was breathing quite heavily, my toes having done their job. My lips inched towards hers. It was a kiss I shall remember for the rest of my life. We had both become practised experts in the art, but now we simply melted into each other, surrendering to one another in a true joining.

When at last we came up for breath, we looked at each other with a mixture of amazement and awareness that we had found something special. I wanted this girl – not simply to make love to her, but to have her as my love.

But I had no idea how to express what I felt. All I could say was, “Violette.”

“Francine,” was her reply.

“Shall we fuck?”

Her smile was already a part of what I loved about her. Now I saw it again. She looked so happy, and my heart surged with a longing I had not experienced before.

Water splashed over the side of the bath when she dived on me. A maelstrom of grasping hands, writhing bodies and loving kisses followed. Hands groped at breasts, pinched nipples, rubbed clits.

I was no stranger to lust, but now I wanted this girl with all of my being, to give myself to her completely. But just as powerful was the desire to to fuck her, to make her mine, to show her just what I could make her feel.

One minute, she was on top of me. Then I’d wrestle her over as I forced myself onto her. It was a frenzy of arousal. We were oblivious to the water sloshing over the floor as we wrestled.

Violette’s body suddenly went tight, and even her hand had stopped moving. “Franc…” She could not even finish saying my name, and I knew she was coming. She recovered in a moment, though, as her professional pride intervened, and her fingers resumed their heavenly duties, caressing my clit even as her orgasm inflamed her. “Darling Francine!” she moaned. “Come with me!”

I was used to holding back, but now I strived for release, to be one with my lover. I pulled her to me with my free hand, and I began to shake as my mind focused on what she was doing to me. It was so nearly the perfect climax, the two of us screaming, shouting and coming in unison.

The water grew placid as we lay in each other’s arms, panting furiously, as still we kissed. It may be hard to fathom just how I could suddenly feel so much love for a girl I had only just met, but this was the world we lived in – a hard world where you either took hold of what you wanted or lost it forever. My passion for this girl had blossomed in an instant, but it would last for our lifetimes.

On to Chapter Five!

by kinkys_sis

I loved my job, my chosen profession as an English teacher, and yet I was also coming to dread it.

I had become afraid of my feelings and the way they would flare up at the most inconvenient times, distracting me just when I needed to act the part of the straitlaced professional. It was becoming hard to concentrate on teaching the girls in front of me. I mean, only teaching them.

So it might sound strange to say I was relieved and excited when I finally got a class of my own — I was now a full-fledged teacher with a group of eager young students — but I honestly thought my new, heavier responsibilities would keep my emotions in check. Everything was going to be fine.

It was Jenny who ruined the plan. It wasn’t her fault. It was entirely mine. A twelve-year-old girl, keen to learn, and a budding writer. Though still inept in the art, she was brimming with ideas, and she so wanted to write.

At first, it was her imagination that caught my notice. Stories just seemed to pour from her. I would assign a two-page essay and she’d write five, and even then, she wouldn’t finish the story in the time available.

There was, however, one big problem. Well, two really. Her punctuation was dreadful, and her grammar wasn’t much better. It seemed she used to hate English and hadn’t bothered to learn very much. That is, until she discovered that she liked to write stories. She herself soon realised that what she had written often didn’t make much sense when it was read aloud. She knew it was the lack of punctuation that was making everything seem wrong. She was mortified.

My heart almost bled for her. I recognised a talent waiting to break free, but being held back by her shortcomings. I had to help. It was my job, after all.

When I did, her progress astounded me. She began to improve at a phenomenal rate. It didn’t matter how much homework I gave her. She just took it in her stride. Then she wrote a fantasy story. The story itself was good, but oh my God, the grammar was perfect. In fact, it was too good. I got suspicious. “Jenny,” I asked her, “did your sister help you with this story?”

She almost started to cry when she confessed that she’d begun to put her stories through Grammarly.com. Not to cheat, she hastily added. It’s just that it’s the best way to find out what she was doing wrong, and it gave her time to sit and think about it.

I wasn’t entirely convinced, but I decided to let it ride for the moment. I would set her a test where she couldn’t use Grammarly, and see whether she really was learning.

It was about that time that I first realised just how much I was thinking about her. She had almost cried and it had tugged at my heart. I knew she wasn’t trying to cheat anyone. She really wanted to get it right.

I leaned over her desk, looking at her written words, my hand resting on her arm. The jolt hit me like an electric shock. I snatched my hand away, glad that she hadn’t appeared to notice. My mind was in a whirl as I walked back to my desk. What the hell had just happened? I’d only touched her arm briefly, and yet my body was tingling, and I was breaking out in a sweat. I’d never experienced anything like it, and it left me feeling confused and frightened.

That evening I sat and thought about what had happened. Finally, I knew that I couldn’t deny that I was developing a bond with this girl. It wasn’t simply helping with her writing. What was it? A sort of friendship? Maybe I’d found a kindred spirit? Then I thought about how I had felt when I touched her. Oh God! It was sexual — my body had reacted to her.

I was horrified at the realisation. A twelve-year-old schoolgirl, for God’s sake. I had never before felt a sexual attraction for anyone, and now, to suddenly find that I was falling for one of my students, I felt terrible. It couldn’t be possible.

I swallowed the large brandy I had poured myself, then poured another. I sat and thought. Thought what? My mind kept going in circles, but it always came back to her.

The third brandy didn’t help much either. I sort of languished in my chair. She’s so beautiful, I thought. It was with a shock that I realised I had been thinking about her face, her legs, her figure.

I didn’t get aroused very often, but I was now. I lay back, and somehow, one hand found its way between my legs, pressing as I thought about her. I raised my hips to meet the pressure and heard the glass, which I had forgotten I was still holding, hit the floor.

I pressed harder in response to the sensations between my legs, my other hand clutching at my breasts. A thought briefly flickered through my mind. “What the fuck are you doing?” But then I didn’t care. Her image swam before my eyes, a dawning awareness of the way she looked at me and the thrust of her little breasts as they poked up so clearly through her blouse.

I don’t recall exactly how or when my knickers ended up at my feet, or how my skirt got to be around my waist. I began to feel my climax building as I thought about her and rubbed my clit faster. “Oh God, Jenny, I need you so badly!”

I awoke sometime later, stiff from the awkward position I was in and chilly from being half undressed. My mind fought through the drunken haze and then caught up. Oh God! What had I been thinking? Yet, the more I thought about it and about her, the more I knew it was too late.

Over the next few weeks, I would find any excuse to touch her. Nothing overt, just little casual touches to her arm or fingers. But then came the day that my hand rested lightly on her arm as I explained a point to her. I froze when she placed her hand on top of mine. I tried to pull my hand away, but she held me there, squeezing my fingers. She smiled up at me for a second, then let me go.

The following week, I had her move her desk. I brought her to the front of the room and over to one side, explaining that I needed her nearer so I could keep a constant check on her work. None of the other students had any reason to think it at all odd. Most admired her writing, and they loved to hear her stories read aloud. They understood I was trying to help, especially after I said I intended to enter one of her stories in the inter-schools writing competition.

For a moment, my mind was miles away. Everyone was busy with their own work, and I had a few minutes to myself. Then I glanced up and immediately wished I hadn’t. Jenny was sitting with her legs open, and I clearly saw her panties. I snatched my eyes away, looking up at her face. She was writing away, seemingly oblivious to her display.

The next day, I found myself constantly glancing her way, and was disappointed that there was no repeat of the previous day’s panty show. Once, she noticed me looking at her, and her slight smile made me gulp as I struggled to keep a straight face.

Five minutes later she was again buried in her work. Then I saw her legs slowly spreading. I was transfixed as I waited, pretending as best I could not to be looking. There! Snug red panties, so very pretty.

I checked to see if she was aware of my gaze, but other than the tiny smile on her face, she showed no sign that she knew the effect she was having on me.

Hidden behind my desk, I let a hand drop and pulled up my skirt. Then I slowly rubbed myself through my knickers whilst imagining they were hers.

With a shudder, I forced myself to stop before I lost control. I realised with shock that although her head was bowed toward her desk, she’d raised her eyes and was looking directly at me. Her legs opened wider, and she slid her butt forward on her chair, giving me a much clearer view. Suddenly the bell went for the lunchtime break. She snapped her legs shut as she gathered her stuff together, but she was now looking into my eyes, still with that faint smile.

That evening, I was in an awful muddle once again. I knew I was captivated by her, but I also knew she was fully aware of what she was doing. She had set me up today with those tight red panties. Was she simply teasing me, or was she trying to show me that there could be more? The realisation that she had seen my reaction to her little game only aroused me further. Did she know I had actually been rubbing myself?

Shit. I hoped it wasn’t just teasing. Her smile, though, had told me that she wanted me to look at her. It was a warm and inviting smile, with nothing at all cunning about it.

It didn’t take long to climax. Just the thought of moving those panties aside — Did she have any hair yet? How thick were the lips? Or was there nothing but a tight little slit? I suddenly had a picture of her touching her clit and wondering whether I was doing the same thing, and that’s when I came. A wonderful, mind-blowing orgasm.

I had to wait for three days before I had her in my class again. It seemed like an eternity, and I felt flushed whenever I thought of her. I was losing control of my emotions, allowing myself to drift into dangerous territory. I resolved to put an end to it before it got completely out of hand — but not just yet. I was enjoying it too much.

I tried to be patient, but this morning she seemed indifferent to me. Eventually, I managed to concentrate on the papers I was supposed to be marking. I was moving on from one paper to the next when a quick glance stopped me dead. Her hand was resting casually in her lap, but her fingers were lazily stroking the front of her panties. Today, they were a gorgeous light pink, and just as tight as the red ones. The only difference was that this time I could see the little camel-toe outline of her slit.

My mouth went dry as I struggled to breathe. Those little fingers slowly teased me as I watched them lightly caress her pussy. Hastily, I reached down between my legs and followed her lead. She gave the slightest nod of her head — she must have known I was touching myself. The mere thought of her awareness almost drove me over the edge. I withdrew my hand, then, making sure no one was watching, I put a finger to my lips and gave it a quick suck. Fascinated, I watched her do the same. Then she closed her legs and resumed her work.

Thursday seemed to take forever to come around. I was a bundle of nerves as the kids piled into class and noisily took their seats. Jenny walked toward me holding her essay book, but rather than face me across my desk, as protocol demanded, she walked around and stood beside me, laying her book down in front of me. “Could you check this for me, Miss Rebecca? When you have time, that is.” Her thigh was pressed against my leg. Without thinking, I gave the back of her leg a quick, light caress. She leaned in harder, clearly inviting me to do more. I found my hand drifting upward before I realised the enormity of the situation. Reluctantly, I took my hand away and picked up her book.

I saw her beautiful smile again as she took her place at her own desk. Oh God, did she just wink at me?

It wasn’t long before, back at her desk, she slumped forward in her seat and spread her legs again. It was becoming a habit with her. I was writing some notes on the blackboard, and suddenly I was struggling to speak. I could see her slit, staring at me. No panties, just a bare pussy. She obviously saw me struggling. She raised her hand, and I was just able to croak, “Yes, Jenny, what is it?”

She asked some simple questions about the assignment, which gave me enough time to get hold of myself. I finished at the board and returned to my seat. I called on Sarah to read her piece to the class and picked up a pen, pretending to be making notes as the girl read aloud.

I saw Jenny’s hand drop between her legs again, but this time she wasn’t just teasing herself. She was pressing her finger into her slit, stroking upwards, and slowly. Then she moved in circles at the very top. “Fuck!” I thought. “She’s rubbing her fucking clit!”

For the first time, I didn’t stop myself. I actually had a controlled orgasm right in front of my whole class. It was quite clear that only Jenny was aware of what was happening as she discreetly worked her pussy. Then she gripped her desk, coming as she stared into my eyes. I saw her lick her lips, and I very nearly copied her before I managed to get a grip on myself.

All weekend, I tried to think of a way to move our relationship forward without putting either of us in danger. But there was no answer. Whatever we did, it was going to be dangerous. I was shocked to find that for myself, I didn’t care, but for Jenny, it was different. I had to think of her.

Monday came around. Jenny gave me a quick smile as she took her seat. I waited, as usual, but today I waited in vain. She showed me nothing. By the time class was over, I was devastated. What had happened? She still smiled at me, but that was all.

Thursday was no different, and I went home that afternoon feeling empty and worried. What had I done? How could I ask her what was wrong? What had changed so suddenly?

I often scribbled notes in the kids’ workbooks, and finally, after three weeks of working myself into an awful state, I wrote in Jenny’s, Punctuation so much better this time. Look forward to more of the same… Why? Would she understand?

This morning she looked a little sad, and even a bit worried. Clearly something was troubling her.

One at a time, I called the students up to my desk, and I quietly went through a few points with each one. When I called Jenny, I pushed a note out to her that read, What’s happened? Did I upset you?

She bent over and wrote, as if she were correcting something in her book, No. My sister said you could get in trouble. But I love you.

My heart pounded at what I read. She loved me! Yet I understood very well what she was saying. I gave her a nod as she took her seat again. That, I thought, was the end of our romance.

Several weeks later, after I had accepted the situation, I was gathering my things at my staff locker when I saw the paper sticking out from the pages of a book. It was an envelope with just the word Private written across the front. Of course, I recognized Jenny’s handwriting. Guiltily, I glanced around, but no one was paying me any attention. I packed my briefcase as fast as I could and headed out to my car.

I wanted to rip open the envelope then and there, but I told myself to wait until I got home. I drove out of the school gates and made my usual right. Jenny lived in the other direction. Today I saw her standing partly hidden by a tree. She blew me a kiss as I went by. I thrust out my arm and waved at her. My heart was bursting. Did I have my love back again?

As soon as I got home, I dumped my stuff on the floor, searched for the envelope, and ripped it open. My first thought was disappointment. It was a story, several pages long. Then I read the title — “The English Teacher’s Note”. Could it be about me?

I sat down and started to read. Fuck! How did she know this stuff? Where had she learned so much about sex? She knew more than I did. How was that even possible?

***

The English Teacher’s Note

 It was last term when I first thought my English teacher had the hots for me. Those little touches on my hand and my arm. The extra smiles that no one else got. The suddenly higher grades. and then the extra help with my dreadful punctuation.

She never gave anything away or did anything that anyone might notice. It was the day I got my workbook back at the end of term. Shit! An A+. How the hell did I get that? But most of all, it was the note.

Nothing much in itself. All it said was, “Have a lovely holiday, and keep studying. I’m here to help.” But it was a note. She never left a note for anyone. So why me?

Miss Rebecca was stunning. She was the best-looking teacher at school. I guess she was about twenty-eight or nine, but certainly under thirty. But the main thing was her figure. I mean, like the figure of an eighteen-year-old, and so hot.

Most of the teachers dressed like frumps. Don’t they always? But not Miss R. Hot? She was to die for. And to be honest, I could have. Died for her I mean. I so totally had a massive crush on her.

All I had to do was look at her and my panties got damp. Soaking, if I thought about her too long. Sometimes I had to excuse myself so I could go and dry them out in the girls’ room. And quite often, I’d bring myself off with a good rub while I was there.

I first saw the note when I collected the rest of my stuff from my locker. It was poking out the side of my English book. I stood and stared at it, thoughts tumbling through my mind. What did it mean? Was she telling me something? She couldn’t be, could she?

When I reached the front doors, I saw her walking to her car. I dashed out the front gates, and around the corner, the way I knew she would turn. I hurried to the stretch further up the road where no cars were parked.

I saw her car coming, and she glanced my way. Plucking up my courage, I waved at her. I couldn’t breathe as I waited to see if she would stop. She wasn’t going to. Oh God no, I could see that. But then suddenly she swerved to the kerb and came to a stop alongside me.

She lowered the window and leaned across towards me. “Jenny, whatever’s the matter?”

“Oh, er… nothing’s the matter, Miss,” I stammered out. “It’s just I got your nice note, and I was wondering, if I had problems with my work in the holiday, can I give you a call? If it’s not too much trouble?”

“Oh is that all? Well, of course, you can. I’d be only too happy to help.” She reached her hand out, and laid it on mine where it rested on the car door. “Do you have my number? No, of course you don’t.” She didn’t let go of my hand, but fumbled around with her other hand until she produced a card. “Here, now ring me if you need help. No, ring me anyway. You can tell me how you’re getting on.”

She gave my fingers a squeeze. “Promise me, alright?”

“Yes, Miss, I promise.”

“Rebecca,” she said.

“Miss Rebecca.”

“No, just Rebecca.” Then let go of my hand, gave me a wave and one of her gorgeous smiles, and drove away.

“Oh my God, she told me to call her Rebecca.” I looked at my hand, still feeling her touch. Shit, I could have wet myself.

Two days quickly passed by. I was itching to phone her, but thought I should wait a few days. Now, I couldn’t wait any longer. I had to call.

She must have been sitting close to her phone, because she answered straight away. “It’s me, Jenny,” I said. Then I thought that sounded a bit stupid.

“Hello, Jenny. I wondered whether you would call. What can I do for you?”

That’s odd, I thought. She must know why I was calling. “Well, I wanted to show you something I’m working on. I need some advice.”

There was a long pause. Had she hung up? “Can you just tell me about it, and I’ll see if I can help in any way.”

“Not really, M… I mean, Rebecca. I want you to see it. Can I bring it around to your house?”

Another long pause, like before. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Jenny. Perhaps you could post it to me.”

I was crestfallen. “If you say so, Rebecca.” I could have cried. I’d built my hopes up so high. “But I wanted to be there and see you read it. It would mean so much to me. I … er… I think you’ll like it. Oh, please say I can bring it around.”

I prayed while she was thinking. Finally, she spoke. “I shouldn’t, but okay. Can you make it around this afternoon? Say after one.”

“Oh, Rebecca, thank you,” I nearly shouted. “Yes, I’ll be there at one!” 

I checked my stories. Which one should I take? In the end, I picked out two – “Auntie Kate” and “The Mall”.

She looked even more beautiful than ever when she opened the door. “Hello, Jenny. My! Dead-on one.” She looked up and down the street before she stepped back and asked me in.

I followed her to what was obviously her study. There she pointed me towards the sofa before she sat at her desk.

“So, what have you got that it’s so important that I must see?”

For a moment, I pondered, choosing my words. “Rebecca, have you ever heard of Sapphic Delights?”

“I can’t say I have, no. It sounds as though it’s something … well, lesbian.”

“Oh it is. It’s a wonderful website, and I’ve been writing stories to post on there. I used Grammarly to check my spelling and all. The problem is that I only have the basic version. It corrects my spelling and punctuation okay, but then it warns me I have loads of grammatical errors. But without the paid-for version, I don’t know what they are. So you see… ” I trailed off.

“I see. I wondered how you had improved so much. So, you’ve been writing lesbian stories, have you?”

Now I felt uncertain of myself. “Er, yes I have, Rebecca.” I thought I could see her come to a decision.

“Did you bring one with you?”

I handed her “Auntie Kate”. “It’s er… it’s very naughty, M … Rebecca. I hope you don’t mind.”

She raised an eyebrow at me, I loved it when she did that. It was so sexy. Then she began to read. She didn’t pause until it got to, I guessed, the part about Kate’s car. She glanced up at me, but went right back to reading.

Then it got to where Kate and I were inside, and things were getting steamy. I knew that’s what she was up to because I saw her fidget, and her face reddened a bit. But she didn’t stop reading.

When she was finished, her hands were shaking as she stared at the paper in her hand. She looked back up at me. “Jenny, you wrote this? Honestly?”

“Yes, Rebecca,” I muttered.

“But I don’t understand. How do you know all these things? I mean the detail is so graphic. It must mean that you have experienced them.”

I nodded my head, and whispered. “Yes. Oh God, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have told you.”

“It wasn’t that you just wanted me to help you with this, was it?”

With my eyes glued to the floor, I whispered, “No, Rebecca. I wanted to see you. I know how you look at me, and the way you touch me sometimes. I thought maybe… Oh God, I’m so stupid. I got it all wrong, didn’t I?”

She glanced back at my paper. “I didn’t know people your age wrote stories like this. I know I shouldn’t be saying this, but it’s so bloody hot. And no, you haven’t got it wrong. I’ve been fighting with myself for months, worrying and wondering if I should dare say anything. Now you’re here, and I’m scared again. Just like the Kate in your story. Hold on. I see why you brought this story. You’re trying to tell me something, am I right?”

I knew then she was wavering. She might still send me away. I got up from the sofa and stood in front of her. 

Shyly, I reached out a hand, and my fingers touched her lips. “Rebecca, you don’t need to say anything, I’m here for you. If you want, I’ll go, but I know you don’t want me to.”

Her lips pursed, and she kissed my fingers. She took my hand in hers. “Jenny, I can’t— ”

“Yes, you can.” I leaned down until my lips met hers. Her eyes went as wide as saucers, gazing into mine, but she didn’t kiss me back. Whispering again, “Rebecca, come on,” I said.

With a groan, her eyes closed, and then her lips moved. Oh God, at last, my love was kissing me!

She raised a hand towards my front, but stopped halfway and let it drop again. I grabbed it and pulled it back, pushing it up under my top. My arms went around her neck, pulling her closer.

Her hand moved, ever so slightly, feeling my flesh. Slowly, it inched higher, stopping just below my budding boobs. She clutched at my skin, but she was too scared to go further.

I pulled my face back. “Don’t stop, please. Touch me, Rebecca. I want you to.”

We stared at each other. “Now!” I said. Her hand moved again, and it covered my boob. She glanced at where her hand was hidden, and when she felt my hard nipple, she looked back up.

“Oh, God, so beautiful,” she said. Her fingers pulled at my nipple, and I let out a moan. Her other hand was lifting my top. “May I?” she asked. I reached down to help her, and then the top was over my head.

Her eyes fastened on my front. “Fuck!” she breathed. Then she leaned in until her lips covered one of my boobs. I’ve had my tits sucked loads of times, but now it was my Rebecca, and that made a huge difference. My panties were wet with my longing for her.

I felt for the catch of my skirt, and in a second it dropped to my ankles. She must have felt it go because she pulled back a little, looking down at my little panties. She ran a hand over the material, but suddenly stopped and gasped. “Jenny, you’re dripping wet. God, is that for me?”

“Always. You make me so wet.”

She touched the front of my panties again, feeling the wetness oozing from me. Then she lifted her finger and looked at it, shining in front of her face. She brought it to her lips and tasted it. That was when I knew she was mine. She wouldn’t — she couldn’t — turn me away now.

I slid my hands into my panties and pushed them slowly down. I stopped just as my little slit began to show. She glanced up at me, and she looked hungry. I smiled. I felt so evil. “You want to see? Tell me.”

“Yes.”

“Yes what, Rebecca?”

Now she smiled, the worry gone from her face. “I want to see your pussy, Jenny. I want to love it.”

My panties fell to the floor, and once more she groaned. “Jenny, I’ve dreamed of this moment. I’ve cried with worry and wanting, but now you’re here, and offering your beautiful jewel to me.” Her face moved in, and she kissed my slit — not just once, but over and over, eagerly, urgently.

She pushed my legs apart and felt the dribble on my inner thigh. “So wet, my God!” Then she was licking the inside of my leg, slowly getting higher, until her mouth was right below my pussy. She looked up. Her tongue rose to my slit. A long slow lick from the bottom up to the top. “Mmm,” she said. 

“Rebecca,” I said, “take your clothes off, too.”

She stood up, then took my hand in hers. “Come with me.”

It was a lovely bedroom, but I really didn’t care. I just wanted to see Rebecca’s naked body. I thought she might put on a show for me, but no. I was barely settled on the bed before she was finished undressing. All I could do was stare open-mouthed at her beauty. My sister, Mary, is gorgeous. Rebecca was the same. Yes, there were differences, but not in the beauty stakes.

She laughed. “Cat got your tongue, has it? And you’re drooling. Well?”

I was almost lost for words. “Oh my fucking God,” was all I could manage.

“Hey, language, Little Miss. Teachers can swear like that, not pupils.” She was laughing again.

“I’m not your pupil now, Rebecca.”

“Oh my, cheeky with it as well.” But she walked over to me, and I pulled her into my arms.

She kissed me with wild abandon, rolling over and bringing me on top. My wildest dreams were coming true.

Her hands gripped my bum, pressing me to her. Her fingers explored between my cheeks, and I lifted slightly, easing them open to her touch. My tight little hole tickled when she probed, and I heard her groan again, this time from deep in her throat.

I pushed a hand between us until I could take hold of her breast, rolling the nipple between my fingers., squeezing and pulling. I was instantly rewarded as it stiffened and grew. I was desperate to suck her. I kissed her everywhere on the way, lovingly caressing her neck with my lips and tongue. The swell at the top of her breasts was so soft and warm. My mouth found the nipple. I drew it in between my lips while I screwed my eyes toward her face. She was watching my every move. Lightly, I bit. Her eyes clamped shut and her head tilted back.

Moving down so I could get to her breasts had also slid my pussy down. Our mounds came into contact. I ground into her as soon as I felt her there. She, in turn, ground herself into me. But the touch I really wanted was not there yet. Sis had taught me well, though. I pushed my knee between her thighs and slid my pussy up and down her leg. Feverishly, we began to hump, rubbing our clits together. 

I would have come straight away if I’d continued, but that wasn’t what I wanted. What I wanted was to eat her out and watch her face while I made her come.

She moaned when I took my thigh away, but just as quickly, she sighed when my fingers went to her pussy, opening her up and moving the petals aside. I didn’t have to spread her hood open. Her clit was already showing. I gave it the slightest touch with my tongue. “Oh, God, yes!” she exclaimed. “Please!”

I drew her clit between my lips, and she surged to meet me. I gave her a firm suck. “Oh fuck!” she said. I held my urges back, softly teasing her, loving her. Her face was all screwed up. Agony? Ecstasy? I wasn’t sure, but it was wonderful to watch.

Now I bunched my fingers, easing gently inside of her hidden love nest. She opened her eyes. “Jenny, oh God, Jenny, fuck me please.” Then she closed them again, and I began to do just that.

Her pussy met my thrusts, and her muscles clenching and releasing over and over. I sensed that she was stuck at one level, climbing higher only very slowly. The desperation on her face was evident.

I curled my fingers, searching, feeling for the one place I hoped she had. Suddenly she squealed and went rigid. I had found it. Gently I probed, and she began to tremble. Her hands snatched at the bed covers, drawing them tightly to her body. Her head thrashed from side to side, and she was shaking, shaking so very hard.

I gave her clit a long hard suck, and she screamed out loud. Her body twitched violently every few seconds, and I could tell that she was having a rolling orgasm, riding it as I drove her on.

Her face contorted one more time, and she simply collapsed. Her body was completely loose. Only her hand moved as she trailed her fingers through my hair.

Her eyes opened when I withdrew my hand. She watched me get to my knees. I raised my hand to my lips and teasingly sucked each finger as provocatively as I could. I saved the last one and, leaning forwards, pushed it between her lips. Her eyes opened wide, but she still sucked on my finger.

She lifted her arms, inviting me to her. When my face was right up to hers, she spoke. “Jenny, God. I never imagined. How did you do that? I wanted you, oh how I wanted you, but that was… I never experienced anything like it.”

“Shh.” I whispered, and put my lips to hers. This was a kiss of beauty, gentle and oh so loving.

We rolled onto our sides and lay there gazing into each other’s eyes. “I have a confession to make,” she said. “That was my first time. With someone else, I mean. You, Jenny, are my first lover, and it was so much more than I could have dreamed. All this time, I’ve been lusting for you. Sometimes I was ashamed of myself because of it, and all the time you knew. You knew I wanted you, but you couldn’t tell me.”

My heart was soaring with happiness. “Rebecca, I’ve loved you for ages. But I didn’t know how you felt — until I got your note.”

She kissed me again then said. “It’s my turn now. Let me love you.”

The End

***

The more I read, the more turned on I got. I put the story down for a moment and stripped off my skirt and knickers. There was no way that I could read any more without touching myself. I got to the end before I had climaxed, so I started over from the beginning. It was so erotic, so divinely hot, and soon I was coming.

For a second I worried about the sofa. I was so wet I knew I must be making a mess. Oh, sod the fucking sofa. There was no way I could stop. My Jenny was talking to me, and I did so need her right now.

I had never felt so satisfied, happily dreaming about Jenny and what she had written. I loved the bloody little genius, and now she was offering herself to me. Well, maybe not offering. Maybe she was demanding that I become her lover, consequences be damned.

Then I saw another small piece of paper. I pulled it out and looked at it. It was a phone number.

I sat for more than an hour, picking up the phone and then putting it down, over and over. Then suddenly, it was ringing, vibrating in my hand. “Unknown Caller,” the screen told me. I almost clicked it off, but some sixth sense told me not to. Hesitantly, I said, “Hello, may I help you?”

There was no answer, I was about to turn it off, when I heard the quiet and shaky voice. “Miss Rebecca, will you talk to me please?”

“Is that you, Jenny? What can I do for you?” What a stupid question, I thought.

“Did you read my story? I know I shouldn’t have sent it. I’m sorry. Please don’t hate me.”

She was crying. I couldn’t bear the sound of it. My heart melted.

“Jenny, I’m shocked. Your story is very graphic, but it’s also … so beautiful. Is it really how you think of me? I mean, of us?”

There was a long silence. “Jenny, are you still there? Speak to me, don’t be scared.”

She began to talk, slowly at first, then gradually gaining confidence. “Miss — may I call you Rebecca? Rebecca, I love you. I have for so long, and you never noticed. I had to make you notice, and then when you did, I got scared. I didn’t want to get you into trouble, so I stopped. But I missed you so badly. I saw the way you wanted me. I wrote that story ages ago.”

She paused, and I almost spoke, but she began again. “I know all about sex, and I want to do it with you. Please tell me it’s what you want, too.”

For the briefest of seconds, I hesitated, but then I answered. “Jenny, you know I want you. What you don’t know is just how much. God, I’ve been in hell since you stopped flirting with me. I love you so much more than you could possibly know. Somehow, I’m going to find a way so I can show you. Will you let me?”

“Oh my God, Rebecca, I’m so happy. Will you… let’s play with ourselves while we talk. I want to come with you right now.”

“Can I tell you something, Jenny? I just did have the most wonderful come when I read your story, but yes, I can come again while we talk. Just one question — are you really going to do to me what you say in your story? Do you really want to suck my pussy?”

It was a new and confident Jenny who spoke to me now. “Rebecca, yes I’m going lick your pussy, and I’m going to fuck you until you beg me to stop. It’s all I think about — ever since I first saw you. I just wanted to find out how to make it happen. Now I think I have… I have, haven’t I?”

“Jenny, stop talking so much. How many fingers have you got in your pussy right now? Oh, fuck Jenny, I’m going to come already. Please come with me. God, I’m coming!”

Afterward, I pondered for ages. Did I really want to take this further? And if so, how could I do it safely? I had to be careful, if only for Jenny’s sake. Yes, she could come to my home, but only once or twice. Any more than that, and we’d draw the attention of some nosey-parker.

Her story had inflamed me. It made me realise Jenny wasn’t just a schoolgirl playing games. She certainly wrote like someone who knew about sex — far more than I did. God knows where she had learned it all, but I didn’t care. All I knew was that I wanted her to teach me. In fact, I longed for her to teach me. She was becoming my every waking thought. My pussy was in a constant and wet state of arousal.

What if I booked a room in a city hotel? That could work, but then I thought, maybe it would seem a bit sleazy, and I wanted it to be so nice for her.

Could I take her away for the weekend? How would she possibly be able to get her mother to agree to that, what reason could she give that would be acceptable? No, that was a non-starter.

Of course, it was Jenny who solved the problem. She rang to say that she and her sister, Mary, were going on a picnic outing, and could I join them? I had met Mary once at a parents’ evening, but clearly, Jenny was saying something more. The suggestion was that Mary would be an accomplice in our liaison. I wasn’t about to say no.

Then I thought, could it be? No, surely not — had Jenny picked up her sexual experience from her own sister? I didn’t want to dwell on the thought, but if it helped me and Jenny to get together, I wasn’t about to question it.

I parked my car where Jenny had suggested, then followed the pathway on foot. I hadn’t realised that this place even existed — an oasis of beauty hidden away from all but the very few who bothered to look for it. I had no idea where I was headed. I simply followed the path as it went down through the trees and glades.

It was Mary I saw first, holding hands with a beautiful young girl I didn’t recognise. Then, out of nowhere, Jenny came flying at me. “Rebecca, you came!” Her arms were about me, pulling me tightly to her as she beamed that smile into my face. “I knew you would, and here you are.” Her look was a mixture of relief and joy. She saw me glance at Mary and her friend. “Oh, don’t you worry about them. Just kiss me. I’ve wanted it for so long.”

I looked down at her, my dream in my arms, and yet now I was suddenly frightened again. She saw my worry, my hesitation at finally crossing that line. “Don’t,” she said. “Don’t let it worry you. You know you want to.”

I saw her lips slowly lifting up to mine. My desires took over, and I surrendered to her. Our lips met. Softly at first, that first exploration. Then passion took over, and we kissed for real. I simply melted. Her mouth was so experienced, yet so hungry, that my doubts evaporated.

When eventually I opened my eyes and pulled back, I realised Mary and the strange girl were watching us. I was embarrassed, a twenty-eight-year old woman kissing a girl aged only twelve, and in front of witnesses. But I saw Mary’s smile, and then the other girl spoke. “Oh my God, that was just so sexy,” she said. “I’ve never seen Jenny being kissed by anyone but Mary or me, and you’re so beautiful. So, at last, you’re Rebecca. I can see why Jenny has the hots for you. Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”

I felt myself flushing as I glanced at the three of them, two youngsters and an eighteen-year-old. Mary seemed to sense my discomfort. “Rebecca, this is Jenny’s best friend, Katie, and she’s my girlfriend,” she said. “I’m so glad you came. Jenny has been a total bloody pain in the arse worrying whether you would. But you’re here now. Please relax. We want you here. Forget who and what you are. Just be Jenny’s girlfriend.”

Mary and Katie took hold of each other’s hands again and walked off down the pathway. I turned and saw Jenny looking at me pleadingly. “Please, Rebecca, you’re here now. That means you wanted to be, and I’m here for you.” She held out her hand. For a second more I hesitated, and then I reached out and our fingers entwined. We turned and followed the other two.

My worries were suddenly gone. I felt light-headed, feeling her hand in mine. Happiness flooded through me. I stopped walking and pulled her back. “Kiss me again,” I said, “just to show me this is real.”

Never before had I ever been kissed like that, with such skill, her tongue delving between my lips. It drove me mad with desire. I wanted to rip her clothes off right there, but she stopped my hands as they pawed at her. “Not yet, you’ll see,” she said, and she pulled out of our embrace. “Come on … my love.”

I allowed myself to be dragged along. “My love,” she’d called me.

From behind, I almost couldn’t believe that she was only twelve. Her legs were long, but they weren’t thin and gawky. In fact, they were more shapely than my own. Then I was looking at her shorts-clad arse, the way her cheeks rotated and her hips wiggled as she walked. It wasn’t put on. It was simply natural, and so damned sexy.

The whole time we walked, Jenny chattered in a way I had never heard from her before. She had always held herself aloof from all the other bubbly, giggly girls, acting more like a grown-up. But today she was one of the gigglers, just like her peers. Her obvious delight at my being here was infectious, and so lovely to hear.

Then Mary broke away from the path, pushing her way through the undergrowth. Jenny and I, following, came to a small glade, a gap in the trees where the sun broke through, where there were wildflowers and soft grass. It was enchanting.

Jenny turned to face me. “So, here we are. What do you think of our secret place?”

Mary spread two blankets as I looked about. “Oh Jenny, well, it’s… well, it’s wonderful.”

We unpacked Mary’s picnic hamper and the bag I’d brought — sandwiches, cheeses, chicken drumsticks, crisps, and of course the wine.

Nervously, I sat down on one blanket, not quite sure what to do or what was expected of me. I was hungry, but my stomach was churning. Jenny kneeled down next to me. “Rebecca, please try and relax. You’re so tense. You don’t need to be. I’m here for you, and it’s what you want. At last, we’re together.” Then she glanced at the other two. “Oh, I know what it is. Well, don’t worry about them. You’ll see.”

Katie gave Jenny a wink and a sly grin before she turned to Mary. “Come here, you,” she said. “You haven’t kissed me yet.”

I’d never seen two girls kiss. Did I say “kiss”? This was so completely sexual, their lips moving together, their mouths opening, devouring each other. And their hands? So quickly exploring, touching each other everywhere.

And, oh my God, they were undressing as they went. I thought I shouldn’t be watching like this, but I couldn’t look away. Their tops were gone, tossed aside. Katie wasn’t wearing a bra, but Mary was, though it wasn’t much of one. Katie eased the straps down her arms until it fell away from Mary’s breasts, and then a beautiful pair of boobs was flattened against Katie’s small buds as they embraced.

I nearly jumped as I felt the contact. Jenny had come behind me. It was her lips on my neck, and then she whispered in my ear. “Does that turn you on?” Her hands came around front, cupping my breasts, and squeezing gently. “Love me, Rebecca. Please.”

I groaned as I turned my head, searching for her lips. Slowly she eased me back as we kissed, and then her body was on top of mine. My little angel was really in my arms at last, her body pressed to mine. I felt her warmth on me as my fingers drifted through her beautiful long hair. How often I had admired it! Now she was here, and I was clasping her to me.

Her kisses and the touch of her hands aroused such wonderful feelings. How long had I dreamed about this moment? And yet. I wanted us to be alone. How could I show my love freely in front of Mary and Katie?

Once more, Jenny sensed my hesitation.. “Rebecca, look at them, watch them. They’re so into each other. They don’t care if we see them. Why should we be any different?”

And I did watch. God, I’d never seen the like. I’d never watched porn, and I had no experience of my own. But those two — their hands exploring, groping, their passion so clearly building. Katie arched her back, and just as I thought, “Fuck she’s going to come,” she began to shake, slowly at first. Then she went mad, and she cried out. The thought that a twelve-year-old could come so hard made me look back at Jenny.

“Do you come like that?” I asked.

“Why don’t you find out?” she said.

Her lips descended on mine once more. I knew already that I loved her kisses — tender one moment, passionate the next — and I didn’t resist when she plucked at my clothes. Her hand found its way in and over my tits. She very deftly lifted and pushed my bra up, and then, at last, she was squeezing my naked breast.

I had caressed them myself many times, but now it was the young girl I adored who was touching me, her expert fingers arousing new feelings of sheer pleasure. My nipples grew stiff and erect, and I forgot my shyness, reaching down to pull my top free. Jenny saw what I was trying to do and sat up on her knees. She had her own top off even as I was still struggling. For a moment I stopped, my eyes glued to her budding breasts, the little beauties I had waited to see for so long.

Finally, my bra came off with my top, and Jenny smiled down at me. “Fuck,” she said. “You have great tits.”

She reached for them, but before she could take hold, I grabbed her and rolled her off me onto her back. She lay there, grinning up at me. “That’s nice,” she said. “Do what you want.”

Self-consciously, I put a hand to one of her little tits, softly caressing it, watching the pink circle harden and crinkle. I lowered my head, and she gave a little jump at the first contact of my lips. “Yes,” she said quietly. Then I had her in my mouth, sucking my young lover’s nipple.

I felt her pushing her hand between us. Naturally, I thought she was going to touch me there. But instead, I felt her fumbling and realised she was unfastening her shorts and trying to push them down her legs. Without any thought, I helped her pull them  partway down. Then she took my hand and drew it between her legs. That’s when I found she wasn’t wearing panties. My hand went straight onto her hot, damp slit.

“Play with my pussy,” she demanded. “God, I want it so much!”

I had to look. I had only seen it from afar, watching in delight and frustration as she’d matrubated under her desk. I wanted to see my own fingers touch her there and open her up. I eased myself further down her body and marvelled as I traced a finger along her slit. She smiled and blew me a kiss when I glanced up for a moment, and I went back to admiring her sex.

I pressed lightly, and my finger sank into her. Until that moment, I hadn’t realised just how wet she was. I went in so easily, searching for, and finding, her vagina, penetrating her warmth. I couldn’t believe it: I was exploring my baby’s pussy. Then I felt her pushing up, pressing against my touch. “Fuck me,” she said. “Don’t be gentle. Use all your fingers.”

The words would have shocked me before, but now they just inflamed my desire. Her hands came down, and her fingers spread her lips. She was about to show me her clit. And there it was, larger than I expected. Actually, it was bigger than my own.

She was expecting me to do something — something I’d never done and wasn’t sure I knew how to do. But, taking a deep breath, I bent my head over her, pausing for a moment as I got close. The thick scent made me dizzy. God, it was beautiful. I leaned in and kissed her, right on her bud. She squirmed and mewed with pleasure. My lips parted, and I savoured her taste. Not very different from my own, though much stronger.

I only had a vague idea of what I was doing, but my instincts told me to keep fucking her pussy whilst my lips and tongue played with her clit. Her hips had begun a rolling motion, and I moved with her, timing my licks and thrusts.

Absorbed as I was, I heard Mary give a slowly building wail. Jenny reached out to her, and they held hands. Jenny’s body stiffened, and she clutched my head as she lifted her bum off the ground.

Her moan was music to my ears. My wonderful young love was about to come, and I was the one bringing her to it. The moan became a squeal that ended in my name: “Rebecca! — Oh shit it’s so damn fucking good!” She screamed my name again and began to shake. Her body fell back to the ground as her knees came up and my head was in her vise-like grip as she came and came.

Her legs fell away, and the hand tangled in my hair released its grip. My jaw was stiff. I rubbed it, looking up at her in awe. Such a magnificent climax, I thought, as I crawled up to cuddle her. Her face was a picture of happiness. I kissed her cheek and whispered, “I love you, baby.”

She only half opened her eyes. “I know you do, and I love you. I have for so long.”

I sensed the eyes upon us, then saw both Mary and Katie with huge grins on their faces. “You know you’re part of the family now?” said Mary. She moved towards us and began to unfasten my skirt.

“Mary, what are you doing?”

“Just getting you ready for Jenny, that’s all. Because it’s your turn now, and besides, I’ve been waiting to see your ass.”

I felt myself turning red, my cheeks burning, but I looked at Jenny when I felt her hands on my breasts. Suddenly I didn’t care who saw, whether they watched or not. I just wanted my Jenny to love me.

For a while, I was aware that they were watching, but then they turned back to each other, as Jenny made the most beautiful love to me. She knew how to take me to heights of passion and hold me there, driving me mad for release, yet keeping it just out of reach.

I was ready to beg for her to stop, when she suddenly moved up a gear. My climax was almost instantaneous, earth-shattering in its intensity. I had no idea that I could feel this way as the orgasms came, one on top of the other. I had read that some women see stars or flashes of light. I saw it all and more.

I was spent, and yet filled with such wonder. My angel was the supreme mistress in the art of lovemaking, and twelve bloody years old! It was as true as it was unbelievable.

For a while, all I could do was hold her in my arms, until she whispered. “Are you hungry yet?”

We ate our picnic lunch and drank some wine, all of us naked. I could feel the bond that now existed between the four of us. So it was with no shyness or reserve that I joined Jenny again when she asked if I wanted dessert. She showed me ways of making love that I had never imagined. I wasn’t even shocked when she first touched my tight rosebud before she kissed me there, and her tongue aroused such lewd thoughts and feelings that I returned the favour without conscious thought.

***

When I got home after a somewhat shaky drive, I poured myself a stiff brandy, and sat and pondered on the day. I imagined I could still feel her touch. My body was still tingling. God, I wanted her again.

My phone rang, breaking into my thoughts. It was her. “Are you thinking about me, sexy?” she asked.

“Jenny, you can’t begin to know what I’m feeling right now.”

“Well, I hope it’s your lovely pussy that you’re feeling. I’m feeling mine.” I was searching for the right answer, but she wasn’t finished. “Rebecca, a serious question. Are you okay with what happened? No regrets?”

I gasped. “Regrets! Oh my God no, Jenny. I’m so very, very happy.”

“So, you want to see me again, and I don’t mean in class?”

“Tomorrow, same time, same place?” I answered.

“Oh, yes, please.” She paused a moment before adding, “Just you and me this time.”

The End

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by Joe Dornish

After Emma drove me back home, dropping me off with a hot kiss and a cheerful “See you tonight!” I raced inside to find Mum and Lilly waiting.

“So what happened? Tell us everything!” Lilly demanded, bouncing in place.

So I filled them in about the totally awesome sex I’d had an hour earlier with Emma’s sister Chrissie and her twin daughters. Mum said she couldn’t wait to meet little Lola and Lexi, which I knew meant she was desperate to fuck them. I knew she would feel that way, ‘cos girls that age really turn my Mum on… and the idea of sex with identical five-year-old twins had to be driving her crazy with lust. I made a mental note to try and get her into bed with them as soon as I could that evening.

I’d been thinking about Mum’s love of especially young girls. I knew she had sex with Lilly as often as with me, maybe even more. And Evie came over at least once or twice a week, where she’d make love in the afternoon with my sister, then spend the night with Mum. Lilly was totally okay about sharing her girlfriend with our mother, especially since she usually spent those nights in my bed. And every now and then, all four of us would have a sleepover in Mum’s room, where we’d fuck until everyone passed out.

Wanting to chat with Mum, I went into the kitchen where she was ironing clothes.

“Can I ask something, please?”

She smiled at me. “Of course, sweetie.”

“You have a big thing for Evie, right.”

“Yes,” she said, folding a shirt, then reaching for another.

“Is that your favourite age?” Then I realised what she was probably going to say, so I quickly added, “I know you like all girls and women, and each one is beautiful in their own way… but I was just wondering about, y’know, the way you feel about little girls.”

“Well…” She put the iron down, and a gush of steam came blowing out. “I suppose I am especially into the little ones… Evie’s age, yes, perhaps a couple of years younger, even. It depends on the girl, though.”

“I don’t follow.”

“As you rightly say, all children are lovely, but that doesn’t mean I have sexual feelings for every little girl I see. Look, I’m a lesbian, you know that. But that doesn’t mean I’m attracted to all women… just as I’m sure you’re not interested in every single girl at your school. Though I have to admit that quite a few girls around four, five or six have what it takes to get my knickers damp.”

“Is there an age that’s too young for you to like that way?”

“Until recently, I would’ve said that a child needs to understand what they are doing, enough so they can consent to it. She should be able to stop whenever she likes, and understand the importance of keeping secrets. That’s a lot for a young mind to take in, too much for children under four.” She paused, then shrugged. “At least that’s what I thought. But when you hear Kiki talk about Henri… well, it makes you think.”

“What did Kiki say, then?”

“In a nutshell, Henri went straight from nursing at Kiki’s breast to playing with her pussy – even licking it. Nothing Kiki could do would stop the child from going for her cunt, even before she could walk or talk. Baby Henri loved to touch herself, too… even more than playing with her toys.

“Mind you, Kiki did nothing to encourage that kind of behaviour. In fact, it was a couple of years before she got the courage to admit to herself it was okay and healthy. And by that time, they were lovers.”

Needless to say, I was hugely impressed. “Wow, that’s so cool. Little Henrietta was a lesbian, even as a baby!”

“Pretty much. Henri is a normal fourteen-year-old in every other way. Don’t forget, she’s been having proper sex since she was three or four. It’s the only way of life she knows. Henri’s had far more sex than I have, by a long shot.”

“Seriously?”

“Absolutely. And she’s our Mad Eleven sister, so I know she won’t mind me telling you this.”

Mum loved referring to everyone in our little club that way. I liked it too, the idea of being sisters with all these beautiful women and girls. She was right, too: there were no secrets in the Mad Eleven because, well, what deeper secret could there be than having sex with your own children?

“By the time she was about ten, Henri had become a very experienced lover. Lesbian lover, that is. To my knowledge, she’s never been near a boy… but who knows, that could change.”

“I doubt that,” I said. “Boys are always sniffing after her, but she can’t be bothered. I mean, there’s this one fella that other girls are always crushing on… he kept asking Henri out, and she finally told him to sod off! So, um, what was Henri like when she was younger?”

Well, Kiki tells me it was always Henri who pushed the boundaries and thought of new things for them to do. Apparently, she went through a phase of wanting sex outdoors.”

“Hmmm… now that sounds like a lot of fun.”

“I thought you might say that. Anyway, they nearly got caught fucking in a car park. That put them off public sex – for a while, anyhow.” She laughed, shaking her head. “When I first had sex with Henri, I couldn’t believe how experienced she was! This cute butter-wouldn’t-melt girl fucked me absolutely senseless. She was twelve then, nearly thirteen.”

Mum paused for a second to take a sip of water while I waited impatiently to hear more. I love these stories; they’re far better than any silly soap opera.

“When I started seeing Kiki regularly, Henri was getting especially adventurous, coming up with all sorts of new ideas for things she wanted to try.”

“Like what?” I asked eagerly.

“At first, it was just new positions and toys and stuff like that. But then… well, Henri’s tastes can be a little full-on, honestly.”

“Yeah, you’ve lost me, Mum.”

She sighed deeply, “Sweetie, this is super personal stuff. Perhaps I should let Henri tell you about what she likes. I’m a bit concerned that you’re too young for some of this.”

“Oh, Mum… can’t you tell me anything? You know Henri will if I ask her, right?”

“I’m not sure she would, Poppy, but you can try her out if you like.” She thought for a moment, then said,  “Fine. One thing she enjoys is roleplay.”

“What’s that, then?”

“It’s like a game where you pretend to be someone different. A bit like when kids play mums and dads, but sexual.”

“So… like make-believe?”

“Sort of.”

“But that doesn’t seem like it would be, y’know, especially wild. Sounds like fun to me!”

“It is fun, for sure. But sometimes when adults pretend to be other people, it can be a bit scary if you don’t know what’s going on. Young kids might think it’s real and not pretend, even if you tell them it is.”

“What kind of stuff is scary, though? That’s the bit I don’t understand.”

Mum shook her head. “You’re too clever for me, Poppy. If I tell you about one thing, and one thing only, will you promise to leave it there? For now, at least.”

“Well, I guess… but if it’s silly, the promise doesn’t count, agreed?” I extended my hand.

Mum laughed and shook it. “Agreed. Here it is. Henri likes to pretend she’s done something especially wicked, and then she wants to be spanked for it.”

That threw me. I could only stare.

“I can see your mind going at a hundred miles an hour, sweetie. Come on, ask away.”

“Erm, why?”

“Ha! I can trust you to always ask the right question. You’ll make a good barrister one day. Believe it or not, spanking can feel very nice. It’s as much a mental thing as a physical one. Have you ever fancied a teacher, even when she’s telling you off?”

I giggled. “Um, yeah, sort of.”

“It’s sort of like that, really. When you’re older, you’ll understand it better… but for the foreseeable future, that kind of thing is strictly out of bounds for you.”

I had no idea what ‘that sort of stuff’ was – other than spanking, which didn’t sound like fun at all.

“Yeah… it’s okay, Mum. Honestly, I’m not sure I want to know anymore. Um, there is one other thing I wanted to ask. It’s about Chrissie.”

“What’s that, then?”

Mum seemed genuinely interested when we spoke about stuff like this. I never got that feeling of being fobbed off or patronised by her. She was as much a friend to me and Lilly as she was a mother – or a lover.

“When I was with Chrissie and the twins, it seemed to me that Chrissie didn’t want to use the word ‘child’. She sort of hesitated before she said it.”

“Was it in a sexual context?”

“Yes.”

Mum nodded thoughtfully. “Emma told me about Chrissie and the twins when we arranged your visit to see them. Here’s the thing: she’s not been having sex with her daughters for very long. She’s fine with letting them be intimate with each other, but really struggled with the desire to make love to them herself.”

“She sure seemed happy about doing stuff with them today, though,” I pointed out. “And the girls, they totally loved it!”

“Sweetie, it’s not always easy for a woman to come to terms with… with liking little girls that way. It’s even harder to do something about it. And when the child you fancy is your own daughter, well, it can lead to some very confused feelings.”

Mum’s tone had changed. Now she wasn’t looking at me… just staring at the wall.

I took her hand in mine, “Mummy, you know Lilly and I love you to the ends of the earth. You’re the best mum ever. We’re both so, so happy right now. Know why? Because you were brave enough to take that first step, to help us become your lovers.”

Mum started crying, hugging me so tightly I could barely breathe. Wiping her tears away was useless, they just kept coming.

“Sweet Poppy,” she sobbed as I held her.

Once she’d calmed down and blown her nose, Mum said she needed to hear that, then told me I have a way with words. I’m not sure what she meant. All I do is say what I feel, really.

Shortly after that, Lilly came downstairs asking about lunch. Mum made us sandwiches, then she took me and Lilly upstairs for ‘birthday sex’, which meant whatever I wanted. Mind you, I did want to take a nap and get rested up before the party, but I wasn’t about to turn down sex with Mum and Lily. I wasn’t that tired!

So the three of us stripped off and got down to it. I had Mum and Lilly fuck me the way I wanted, one of them licking my pussy while the other ate my bum, and had an amazing orgasm. Then Lilly and I teamed up on our mother and had our way with her until she came buckets. I noticed how confident Lilly has become with anything to do with sex; she’s quite the little lover now (says me, the lesbian expert).

After we’d had our fill of fun, Lilly and I snuggled up and fell asleep together, while Mum went back downstairs… to finish getting stuff ready for that night, I guess. She gently woke us both up just before five o’clock. When she told me I only had an hour and a half to get ready, it all became very real, and I was bubbling over with nervous energy. After what seemed like years of waiting, my birthday sexfest was about to happen!

After a shower, I put on some music and did my hair. Mum came in as I was nearly finished. Her hair and makeup were done, but she was still naked. She was wearing a bit more makeup than normal, and bright red lipstick that matched her nails. God, she looked positively delicious. I wanted to kiss her, but forced myself to stay focused.

She placed a hand on my shoulder. “Need some help getting ready, sweetie?”

“Yes, please,” I answered, making a face at my reflection. “I can’t decide. Hair up or down?”

“Either looks good, but if it’s up it’ll stay out of the way when you’re having sex. Here, this is the invitation Kiki sent to everyone. I thought you’d like to see it.”

She handed me a black envelope with the invitation inside. The fancy gold lettering stood out against the black card.

 

The Mad Eleven request the pleasure of your company for the birthday celebrations of

Miss Poppy Webb

The theme is ‘Dare to Bare’!

Wear your sexy best!

But be warned, we’ll be going out in public!

Please arrive no later than 6:30, for cocktails and lots of fun and games!

 

On the back were Kiki’s address and contact details.

“Dare to bare? What’s that mean?” I asked.

“It means, daughter dearest, we’re going out dressed like a bunch of tarts. That’s all I can tell you.”

That did nothing to calm my growing anxiety, but I tried not to let it show. “What are you wearing, then?”

Mum gave me a smile that made my heart flutter. “Not much, believe me. You’ll see it before we go.”

I wanted to ask more questions, but decided it was best to get ready instead. I was glad to have accepted Mum’s help, as the straps and hooks on my lingerie were fiddly and needed adjusting.

I was just about to step into the knickers, but Mum shook her head. “Put those on over the suspender belt, love. If you wear them underneath, you won’t be able to take them off without undoing everything.”

“Oh, yeah, that makes sense. Thanks!”

We put the suspender belt on, fixed the straps to the right height, then Mum had me sit on the bed. One at a time, she rolled each silky smooth stocking up my leg to the top of the thigh and attached them to the straps dangling from the belt. It was incredibly sexy, having my naked mother dress me in such skimpy underthings.

Standing up, I needed a bit more adjusting, but was pleased that everything fit so nicely. The stockings were soft and sheer, so much nicer than my usual ones. Next, I put on the black lace shorts, arranging them so the pearl string hung right over my slit. The shorts sat on what little hips I have, feeling nice and snug. The choker with the chains went on next. I loved how the thin gold chains fell down my chest and went around to my back.

Mum did my makeup for me. Lilly and I had painted each other’s toes and fingernails bright red the night before, so that was taken care of. Mum put more make-up on me than usual, using lipstick that matched my nails, a touch of liner around the eyes, even a hint of mascara.

I got into my little black dress, brushed my hair again, then let Mum put it up in a bun for me. I slipped into my heels and paraded up and down.

“My God… you look stunning,” Mum said, resting a hand on her chest.

Gazing into the mirror, I took stock of myself. I looked older, maybe thirteen or so, dressed in a way that was completely inappropriate to be seen in public. My dress was so tight you could practically see the line of my slit through it, and the hem barely covered the tops of my stockings. The scoop neckline showed a hint of the gold chains that were also slightly visible through the dress.

I smiled at my mother’s reflection, “I think I’ve got the slutty bit sorted out, Mum. I won’t be able to bend over without flashing everyone!”

She laughed. “I think we’re all in the same boat there, sweetie. Christ, you look hot. If we had time, I’d fuck you silly right now.”

“Pity we’ve not got the time.”

“A pity indeed. Come on, let’s get your sister ready.”

Lilly was playing in her room. She was amazed at how grown-up I looked and said I was “totally the sexiest birthday girl ever!” She got a big kiss for that, then had to wipe my lipstick off her cheek. Funny, but since we’ve been fucking, my sister and I have got on brilliantly. If Mia wasn’t my girlfriend, I think Lilly would be my next choice.

Compared to Lilly, I was dressed rather conservatively. She wore the tiniest pair of shorts I’d ever seen. Mum called them ‘hot pants.’ They were bright gold and about three sizes too small for Lilly, by the look of it. They were too tight to wear knickers underneath and hugged her pussy so closely you could see the groove of her slit. Half her bum was exposed, too. On her upper half, she had a skimpy gold vest covered in sequins with thin spaghetti straps.

Mum held up a pair of strappy gold kitten heels. I helped Lilly put them on and she strutted about for us. She wobbled a bit at first, but took to them soon enough. “Where’d you find these, Mum?”

“I got them from that place that sells your ballet outfits. They’re dancing shoes, like the ones they wear on Strictly.”

I had to applaud. She was positively yummy! “Wow, Lils, sexy stuff! You look great.”

“Thanks! Now you, Mummy. Show Poppy your dress.” Lilly turned to me, grinning. “Wait till you see this!”

From the back of her wardrobe, Mum pulled out a dress I’d never seen before. It still had the clear plastic dry cleaner bag protecting it. Mum pulled that off and held up a red halterneck dress that looked even smaller than mine.

“Would you believe I got this over fifteen years ago, when I went to Ibiza? I planned to wear it clubbing, but chickened out. In fact, I’ve never worn it. I’ve put on a lot of weight since then, so I’m having second thoughts now.”

“Oh, pish posh, Mum. You’re still a major hottie. Now put it on, let us see you in it!”

She wriggled into the dress, then put on a pair of tall red heels. Nothing underneath, of course. I hadn’t realised the entire back was cut out so low you could see the top of her bum crack. It was skin-tight, her nipples were clearly visible through the thin fabric, and the hem? Well, short doesn’t cover it. In fact, that dress didn’t cover much of anything.

Mum tugged it down far as it would go, then studied herself in the mirror she said, “I think my minge is showing.”

Lilly giggled. “No, it’s covered up, Mum… but only just.”

“Well, I’ve got nothing else that I can wear, so it’ll have to do.”

“Have to do? Mum, I don’t think you realise how much you’re turning me on right now,” I told her.

Without warning, Lilly thrust a hand under my dress and felt my pussy. “She’s not lying, Mum, those pearls are all wet.”

Mum and I burst into laughter “What? She is wet!” Lilly protested.

“We had better get going,” Mum announced, reaching for her handbag. Come along girls, we’ve got one hell of a night ahead of us!” She led the way downstairs, and we dutifully followed.

Looking at the outrageous way we were dressed, I was having a hard time believing we were going out in public, but that’s what the invitation said. As the car pulled off I was nervous… but also utterly thrilled.

***

By the time we got to Kiki’s, I was in an excited tizzy, my tummy doing somersaults. Kiki opened the door and made a big fuss over me with lots of birthday kisses.

As I expected, she’d gone all out on her ensemble for the evening. Her dress, if you could call it that, was black and made of completely see-through fabric, like a stocking that covered her body. Underneath was a tiny g-string and a lace bra that failed to conceal her nipples. Her outfit was completed by a pair of black Christian Louboutin stilettos and a gold necklace.

As we entered, everyone clapped and cheered and shouted “Happy Birthday!” I was covered in kisses and drowned in hugs. We were the last to arrive. The whole Mad Eleven was there, plus Chrissie with those adorable little girls Lola and Lexi.

There was one person I hadn’t met, though. A girl who I’d guess was in her late teens, with jet-black hair, smouldering dark eyes and a curvy, hourglass figure. She was wearing a thin, dark green silk dress with black lace around the top and bottom. It was short and flimsy and her ample breasts jiggled nicely under the thin material. Then I realised that it wasn’t a dress, but a negligee!

Nicole saw me looking at the stranger and came over to introduce us. Nicole, by the way, was falling out of a little black dress about the same size and fit as my mummy’s and her legs were sheathed in sheer tan stockings.

“Poppy, I’d like you to meet Celeste.”

We said hello and she kissed my cheek – then kissed the other one, which threw me a bit. We almost bashed noses!

“I am sorry, ma chérie. In France, we kiss both cheeks,” she said in the world’s sexist accent.

Then it hit me. Celeste was the French au pair who stayed with Mia’s family for a while. I remember Mia telling me how everyone in the family had made love with her. Gosh, I was smitten straight away, and found myself hoping I’d get the chance to have sex with her later.

“Erm, that’s fine,” I told her. “I mean, more kissing is always better, right?” That made everyone laugh.

Moving across the room, Henri handed me a drink. “Here, this is for you, love. Mind you, there’s only a little bit of booze in there.”

It was red, had lots of fruit and a cute little umbrella in it, and tasted just like fruit juice. I wondered if there was any alcohol in there at all. Henri was wearing a tiny checked mini-skirt with a bra top and heels. That was it.

“You look stunning,” she said, caressing my bottom.

“Thanks, so do you,” I replied. “In fact, everyone looks brilliant.” They did, too. A roomful of beautiful women and girls, all dressed in their skimpiest, naughtiest things and ready to play.

There were too many people to tell you what everyone was wearing… this story would go on forever! A few did stand out, though. Just like my little sister, Evie, Lola and Lexi all wore hot pants. The twins were in black and white but opposite – so one had a white top and black shorts, while the other was reversed. Evie had on blue shorts and a red top. They all wore those cute little kitten heels.

Emma was in a mini dress with a high neckline and long sleeves with see-through mesh across the front that just missed exposing her vagina and breasts, but enough was revealed to make it clear she was nude underneath. But Mia… gosh, I nearly fainted at the sight of her! She was wearing a tight dress similar to mine, but in white. Underneath she had on white hold-ups, but her dress didn’t cover the lace tops, she left them on full show. White heels, a pearl necklace and stunning make-up finished off the look. She came over when the fuss of my arrival had died down and we kissed passionately.

“I love you,” I told her, loud enough for the others to hear, and they all went “Aww…”

Mia blushed and handed me a small envelope. “Happy birthday,” she told me with a shy smile.

I opened the envelope and read the card. It was very sweet, one she’d made herself with little hearts drawn everywhere. There was another small envelope inside. I opened it, and out fell a card that said, Valid for one navel piercing.

Mis saw the look of confusion on my face. “Our mums said we can have belly button piercings! We’re going to get them done together, next week!”

I felt myself light up inside. “You’re kidding me! Really?”

Mum was standing beside me, “Nope, we’re not. I’ve found a place that’s very nice, one where they won’t ask questions about your age.”

I was taken aback – what an amazing gift! Hugging Mia again, I whispered how grateful I was. She knew I desperately wanted to have my navel pierced. I’d nagged my mum for ages about it. Mia told me later that she and her little sister worked together to persuade Mum. I can only imagine what that involved!

Kiki came over to me holding a medium-sized present, with Henri next to her holding a smaller one. Kiki raised a hand, and everyone fell silent to hear her speak.

“First, I just want to say thank you to everyone for coming, then let all of you know how goddamned sexy you all look! Well done, ladies, you’ve outdone yourselves.” There was a round of applause and cheering and Henri did a loud wolf whistle. The atmosphere was electric, with everyone excited about what was to come.

“Tonight, our fledgling Mad Eleven club has some very special guests in attendance. There’s Celeste, and Chrissie with her beautiful twins Lola and Lexi. Welcome, ladies!”

Everyone clapped again. The twins got shy and hid their faces against their mummy’s legs.

“We are here,” Kiki continued, “to celebrate the eleventh birthday of a very special young lady, our very own sweet Poppy.”

The cheering and applause were loud and went on for ages, along with lots of wolf whistles. Nicole shouted “Our very sexy Poppy, you mean!” I felt myself blush, but blew everyone kisses.

Kiki resumed. “Like many women and girls around the world, we all appreciate the delights of lesbian sex. However, we’ve found that there’s an extra special bond that takes place when mothers, daughters and sisters come together to make love. We also understand that one can experience and enjoy sex even as a child… and when women and little girls come together as lovers, it’s especially delicious!”

There was lots of clapping with everyone nodding in agreement – especially Mum, who seemed on the verge of joyful tears.

“Children become curious about such things whenever they’re ready to, not when some law says they should!” Kiki declared. “There’s no shame in accepting the precious love and affection a child can offer. Whether you’re six or sixty, you are ready when you are ready!”

We all cheered, and Nicole shouted, “Well, I’m ready!” which made everyone laugh.

Kiki turned to me. “I think it’s safe to say that without Poppy, there would be no Mad Eleven club… and we’d not be here tonight. We owe a debt to this young lady.” Holding her cocktail high, she said, “To sweet Poppy.”

Everyone loudly echoed, “TO SWEET POPPY!” and drank. Wow, I was super embarrassed by then. Kiki wasn’t finished, though.

“Before we carry on, I know how my darling Poppy loves to show off her sexy little body in public… hence our theme for tonight. I, for one, would like to get a peek at what she has on under that dress. What do you say, ladies?”

The room was filled with cries of “Yes!” and ‘Take it off!”

Henri approached me and said, “Arms.” I lifted them up and she pulled the dress over my head, then handed it to Mum.

There were gasps around the room. My face flushed even hotter, and my legs quivered a bit. I’d never imagined I’d be stripped to my lingerie in front of everyone so early in the evening. And since my black lace knickers were open at the crotch, my slit was on full display. It felt a bit awkward, but I was very turned on, too… and that sensation was getting more intense. I wondered if they would ask me to get completely naked next, thinking that I’d be okay with it.

“There now, that’s better,” said Kiki with a wink. “Okay, time for more gifts. This is a small one from me and Henrietta.”

“But I thought the party was my gift from you?”

“It is, but I couldn’t resist giving you this as well. Go ahead darling, open it up.”

I peeled the paper off the smaller of the two presents. It was a long pale blue jewellery box with a name I didn’t recognise on the top, ‘Tiffany’s’. I opened it up and started to cry straight away. Somebody handed me a tissue and I wiped my eyes.

Kiki and Henri had got me a gold necklace. Attached was a poppy made from lots of little bright red gemstones and clear ones around the outside, all inlaid in gold. Kiki took it out and put it on for me.

“There now.” She nodded approvingly. “That looks more beautiful than I imagined.”

It was, too. But before I could offer thanks, Henri handed me the larger package.

“This is from everyone here, especially your mum and Lilly.”

When I got the paper off, all I saw was a brown box with writing on it. Then I read the word LAPTOP.

“Oh my God!” I squealed. “You got me a laptop?”

“Uh-huh.”

“I can’t… how did… I’m just – oh hell, I don’t know what to say! Th-thank you, everyone…I’m so…”

I felt so special, so loved at that moment. It was too much. The tears started again – only this time, most of the adults were crying, too, and so was Mia. In fact, she was weeping more than I was.

A cuddle with Kiki, then Mia soon had me smiling again. Then Nicole came over and playfully pinched my nipples, which made me laugh.

Once our jovial mood had been restored, Kiki placed a chair in the centre of the room and asked me to sit in it as everyone gathered around. Standing next to Kiki, Henri was holding a small velvet drawstring bag. Like the one I use for my vibrator, only fancier.

“No birthday party would be complete without a few games,” Kiki began. “This is something that Henri came up with, called ‘Draw a Name’. It’s simple enough – the birthday girl starts us off by drawing a name from this bag. Whoever gets their name picked gets to make Poppy come right here, in front of everyone. Then that person gets to take a turn. She sits in the chair and picks a name from the bag. Whoever that gives her an orgasm, and so on.”

“What a marvellous game!” Mum exclaimed.

“I hope I get picked,” Evie said, giving me a look that made my heart throb.

Putting my hand in the bag, I drew a small piece of folded paper, which I handed to Kiki.

She smiled when she saw the name. “Perfect.” Looking up, she said, “Celeste… will you come forward, please?”

Our special guest shyly approached me. As she drew closer, I caught sight of the slip of paper in Kiki’s hand. To my surprise, the name on the paper wasn’t Celeste, but Kiki! She caught me looking, then winked and blew me a kiss. God, I loved Kiki so much at that moment. So unselfish of her, going all out to make our newcomer feel special. I’m sure she also knew that I was eager to be pleasured by Celeste. I blew a kiss back to Kiki, promising myself that I’d be fucking her silly that night.

Celeste was standing before me, hands clasped together. “This is a very nice way to get to know you, Poppy! Please tell me – how would you like to be made to come? Shall I use my tongue?”

“Oh, gosh, er… yes, please!”

Celeste knelt in front of me and spread my legs wide, licking her lips as she studied my exposed cunt. “Beautiful,” she murmured. “I would love to please this pretty pussy for many minutes, but our time is short, so…”

Then she attacked my clit with her tongue. Leaning back in the chair I gripped both arms tightly, settling in for what promised to be a wild ride. I looked for Mum, and saw she’d pulled her dress up and was rubbing herself with one hand, caressing little Evie with the other. Some of the others were masturbating, too.

Celeste took no prisoners. Her tongue was like a machine that brought me off quicker than I’d ever come before. Of course, getting fucked with an audience of scantily dressed women and girls only added to the thrill of it all.

Once she’d brought me to a squealing climax, Celeste stood, smiling as she licked her lips. “That was lovely, Poppy. I am glad to have been the first to make you come. Tonight, I hope you have many more.”

“Thank you, it was wonderful. Er, could we do that again later, please? I’d like to return the favour.”

“Of course! I would like this very much,” she said, giving me a deep, hungry kiss before rejoining the others.

I sat there with legs spread, my sloppy cunt on full show. “Doesn’t Celeste get to pick a name from the bag now?” I said.

“Not yet, darling,” Kiki told me. “It’s nearly time for us to go. We’ll play this again later on, though.”

Mum handed me my dress. “Put this back on, sweetie.”

I shrugged into it. Mum fussed with my hair a bit, kissed my cheek, then went over to Lilly to help adjust the spaghetti straps on her tiny top.

I managed to steal a quick moment alone with Henri before we left, and asked her, “Can you help me with something?”

“Sure, what is it?”

“I’d like to set Mum up with the twins and Evie and Lilly, so she can have some private time with them all. Making love to four little girls at once… God, that would make her sooooo happy! I want it to be a surprise, so I can thank her for being the best mum in the world.”

“That’s a smashing idea, Pops. I’ll have a chat with Mum and sort it all out. Probably for when we get back from dinner – how’s that sound?”

“Perfect!”

When we emerged from Kiki’s house, two black limousines were waiting for us. They were the longest cars I’d ever seen, much too big to get up the driveway, so we clip-clopped our way down to them and piled inside. I was in the front car with little Lexi (who chose to climb into my lap), her aunt Emma, Lilly, Evie, Celeste and Mum.

The interior of the limousine was incredibly posh, like a small luxury flat. There was a TV inside, even a bar with chilled champagne! Of course, Mum insisted on opening one of the bottles, so we could toast my birthday yet again. Even the kids got glasses of bubbly, only theirs were topped up with lemonade. That left us in a warm, mellow mood, so we settled in for a cosy chat.

Emma had some very interesting news for us: after dropping me off that morning she went back home, where she made love to her nieces for the very first time. Of course, she’d wanted to be with Lexi and Lola for a while, especially after they became sexually involved with their mum, but couldn’t quite bring herself to make that first move.

“When you made love with the girls this morning… God, it made them so happy,” Emma told me. “And after the amazing time I had at Kiki’s place, I couldn’t stop thinking about my nieces that way. I spoke with Chrissie that night and she told me that I didn’t have to be afraid of my feelings for Lola and Lexi… that they wanted me to enjoy them, to love their beautiful little bodies.” She gave a happy sigh. “So, this afternoon, after I dropped you home… that’s exactly what I did!”

“And it was soooooo nice!” Lexi cried, squirming in my lap.

Mum smiled sweetly at the adorable five-year-old. “I’d love to hear about it,” she said, absently cupping her left breast.

So Lexi, with occasional help from Emma, began to tell us about how she and her twin Lola spent the afternoon in bed with their beloved aunt. Lexi was very articulate for her age, and the adults talked to her just as they would to each other. It made me feel good to see that in our little private society, a girl of five was just as important and interesting a member of the group as someone like Kiki.

By the time their story reached its conclusion, my knickers were damp… but so were everyone else’s. Lexi said, “That’s all,” then gazed up at her aunt with adoring eyes. “I love you, Auntie Emma,” she whispered.

“I love you too, sweet child,” Emma softly replied. Leaning in, she claimed her niece’s mouth in a sensuous kiss. The sight of their tongues engaging only got me wetter.

Before I knew it, our half-hour journey had flown by, the two limousines were pulling up to the curb of the restaurant. Mum mentioned on the way there that Kiki had booked a large private function room away from the main restaurant, so we would have complete privacy. As you can imagine, I was excited to hear that!

We climbed out and made our way to the entrance, where a doorman with a shiny top hat opened the doors and ushered us inside. I was impressed to see Kiki give him a twenty-pound note. The restaurant was inside a very posh-looking hotel, so we had to walk through the lobby and over to the desk. Kiki spoke briefly to a woman behind the counter, who nodded, then vanished.

We were being very quiet and trying not to attract attention, but it was futile. The main bar was just across from the reception desk, with a steady stream of people coming and going, and the way we were dressed was bound to get us noticed. We were all tits and legs, with so much bare skin on show that it looked like a stripper convention… only one with little girls participating. Some of the women gave us disdainful looks, and more than a few of the men were staring in a way that made me feel uncomfortable.

It felt like forever, but soon a smiling hostess appeared, leading us over to a lift that led to a large room on the first floor. There was one long table set for us with fine linen and more knives, forks and glasses than I’d ever thought possible to use in a single meal.

We had the most marvellous dinner, with six – no, seven courses. Each course consisted of plates with beautifully arranged tiny bits of food, every one a work of art. I can’t tell you what most of the dishes were, but I tried everything and enjoyed nearly all of it. I was sitting between Mia and Nicole, with Emma and Lilly close by.

Emma asked Mia and me about our relationship, grown-up stuff like how we first knew it was real love. She wanted to know how we dealt with jealousy, if it was a problem when one of us had sex with someone else. We both giggled, then I told her that actually, it turned us on to see each other having fun. We have a rule, though, that at the end of the night we always slept together, or at least tried to – sometimes, you have to nod off right where you are.

Emma laughed, and Nicole said, “Quite a few adults could take a leaf out of your book, girls.”

While we dined, I’d been eyeing up some of the waitresses. Kiki, you see, had requested that only women serve us that evening, and they were all young and beautiful. Once the dessert dishes were taken away, they cleared the table completely, then wiped it down with little brushes.

Kiki stood and tapped her glass with a fork. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked up at her.

“Ladies, we made special arrangements for this evening’s meal, and the staff went all out to accommodate us. I think they did a stonkingly good job of it, too.”

She began to clap, then everyone stood up and applauded the eight pretty girls. They all looked pleased; some of them even blushed. Kiki gave one of them an envelope and said something I couldn’t hear. The girl nodded, then they all left the room. I noticed a couple of the girls giving us wistful looks, as if they wanted to be part of whatever it is we were doing.

There was only one door into the room, and when the waitresses left, Kiki bolted it shut from the inside. “Now that we’re alone, we have just enough time for one quick round of Draw a Name.” Producing the bag, she held it out to Celeste. “Would you do the honours?”

“Oui,” she murmured and picked a piece of paper from the bag that Henri held out to her.

Celeste peeked at the paper, then smiled. “Christine,” she said.

We all cheered and clapped and said rude things. I shouted, “Lick her pussy!”

After a brief word with Celeste, Chrissie climbed up onto the table and stretched out on her back. The cheering got louder as Celeste kicked her heels off, then pulled the pretty green dress over her head. I wasn’t surprised to see that underneath, she was completely nude. She had lovely wide hips, a thick but neatly trimmed patch of black pubes, and full heavy breasts with brown nipples. Her skin was an olive tone, and I noticed as she got up on the table that her underarms were unshaven. Gosh, she seemed so sexy and exotic to me. I was determined to have sex with her at least once more that evening.

Squatting above Chrissie, Celeste slowly lowered her cunt to the older woman’s mouth. She had her arms extended out to the sides for balance, and Mum took one hand for support so Celeste didn’t topple over. She gently rode Chrissie’s face as we all looked on. There was a little laughter and chatter around the room, but it was much quieter than before.

I had a perfect view of Chrissie’s tongue as she trailed it through her younger lover’s pussy, licking her over and over again, making happy humming noises that made it clear how much she enjoyed this. Celeste was swaying back and forth, dreamy-eyed with pleasure. I was fingering myself while I watched the sex show – not to make myself come, but because it felt nice.

When Celeste had her orgasm, we all cheered and clapped, then helped them both down. Looking around the table, I guessed that some of the others had been masturbating too.

I was snogging with Mia when Kiki told us it was time to leave. We marched through the lobby again, heads held high, making a godawful racket as we laughed and giggled our way out to the waiting limos, ready to take us back to Kiki’s place.

It was only 9 PM, and the party was about to get started for real.

On to Chapter Twenty!Sweet Poppy, Chapter 20

by Kinkychic

“So, my little one, you think you are ready?” Chantelle said.

“Yes, Madame,” I replied.

“Well, so do I. I shall soon have a pleasant surprise for you.”

She had been keeping me to herself for close to a month, and I was eager to begin my career in earnest.  I had grown impatient with learning to walk, speak, dress, and undress. Such things are secondary to the task of pleasuring women, and that, I believed, was not so complicated.

When the day arrived, however, I felt quite apprehensive. Chantelle would not tell me who the client was, only that she was a married lady with a liking for young girls and socially quite prominent, so that absolute discretion was essential. She did add that she thought I would like the woman, although, because I was expected to behave in a professional manner, my personal preferences were not at issue.

Our tête-a-tête was scheduled for the afternoon. I had on a new dress, undergarments and slippers, and my hair had been styled by one of the girls. The mirror revealed a stunning first-time whore. I was as ready as I would ever be.

It was with some trepidation that I softly knocked on the door. I heard the word “entrar,” so I knew my employer was Spanish. I opened the door and walked into the room – and almost immediately forgot everything I’d been taught. Not only was this woman astoundingly beautiful, but I recognised her at once. She was none other than the Governor’s wife, the Contessa. Prior to this moment, I had seen her only at a distance, and only a few times, at civil functions on the Plaza.

She waved a hand at me. “Parar ahí.” I stood before her, recovering my poise as she studied me, and assuming a subtle pose. Then I turned slowly about, all the while holding my head in place, fixing her with my gaze. Her eyes gleamed, and she smiled. “Magnifica, tan hermosa.”

I had passed my first test. She had called me beautiful. “M… may I speak, Madame?”

“Si. Sorry, I mean yes, you may. You will forgive me when I speak Spanish, but my English is good also.”

I could easily have spoken in Spanish to her. It was, after all, my second language, but Chantelle had told me to play the game and speak only in English. “My name is Francine, and I thank you for the compliment, but I am lucky. Madame is beautiful as well.” I meant every word. She must have been over forty, but she had that unique Spanish beauty heightened by a poise that comes only with breeding and culture.

I saw that she was delighted with my compliment. It was only when she clicked her fingers that I noticed the young girl who stood behind her. “Champagne for my guest please, Sofía. Then you may leave us.”

The girl gave me a quick, and as I would describe it, conspiratorial smile. Perhaps she was already well acquainted with her mistress’s inclinations. She poured me a flute full of the sparkling wine, topped off the Contessa’s glass, and with one last, mischievous smile at me, quietly left.

The Contessa gestured for me to sit beside her on the long chaise longue. She took my hand in one of hers. “Please be comfortable with me, and you may call me Anna. We are to be friends so you will speak as you please. There is no need to ask.”

She studied my face now I was closer to her. “Chantelle tells me you are not yet twelve. Can this be true? You look too beautiful to be so young.”

“Yes, it is true, Madame… Anna.”

The colour rose in her cheeks, but she was not blushing. She was burning with lust – lust for me. It crossed my mind that even as confident as she tried to sound, she herself was perhaps just as nervous as I. The realisation gave me courage. I put my glass down and slowly took hers from her hand, smiling my most beguiling smile. “Then perhaps you will kiss me, Anna,” I said “It is what you want most, I think.”

Her lips trembled slightly just before they touched mine. I kissed her with all of my newly taught skills, and I could feel the tension leaving her as she responded. My hands began to explore her. I caressed her arms, her back, and finally, the exposed tops of her breasts.

The bodice was too tight for my hand to slip inside. I broke the kiss and gently turned her away from me, reaching for the catches that ran down her back. As I unfastened them, I whispered in her ear, “An easier dress to remove would be more suitable next time, Anna. This one is making me wait too long to touch you as I long to do.”

She nodded just as my hands slipped inside her dress. I reached around her body and cupped both of her breasts, which were still well covered. She leaned back against me as I massaged and squeezed the firm globes. Her nipples responded to my touch, and her breathing quickened. Then her own hands came up and pressed mine through the dress.

She tilted her head to the side as I nuzzled her neck, little kisses here and there. She repeated my name as her passion mounted, and I was happy that I, a mere girl and a commoner, was mistress of this grand lady. It was what I had trained for – most of the time, at least.

I asked her to stand, and I pulled down her dress. There were several petticoats to be removed before I saw her drawers and the snow-white stockings held in place by pink ribbons.

She leaned back against me as I resumed my exploration of her breasts. She tried to turn around but I held her firm. “Not yet, my love.” I felt the soft skin of her tummy, tickled the dent of her navel, and continued down until I was inside her most intimate garment. A thick tangle of hair covered her pussy, which I tugged and twirled between my fingers.

She spread her legs, inviting me to descend even lower, but I resisted, teasing her. At last I turned her to face me, my lips once more seeking hers. I pushed my tongue into her mouth, and her own came to meet it. Her arms enfolded me, and her hands tore at my clothes.

I pulled away and smiled at her. “You would like to see me – my young body?”

Forgetting herself, she hissed a breathless “Si!”

“Then you shall,” I said.

I led her to the bed and gently pushed her down. I had my first client, and it was a lady of distinction, never mind one so beautiful. I would give her an exhibition she would remember all her life. I was now thoroughly enjoying myself. I felt so very wicked, so very desirable, and yet dominant – and I sensed this was just what she hungered for.

Her expression, as she watched, revealed how she wanted me. Her lust was in the open. She even gasped several times as I gradually exposed myself to her.

When, at last, I stood naked before her, lazily fingering my pussy, she gave a whimper and extended a hand to me. I raised an eyebrow. “What is it, Anna? Do tell me what you want. I am but an innocent young girl, and I require instruction.”

“My God, Francine, stop teasing me! Never have I seen such a beautiful young body. You have driven me mad. I want you here in my arms. I want you to make love to me.”

I approached her slowly, with a most seductive gait. I put a finger to her lips, expecting her to kiss it, but instead she took it wholly into her mouth and sucked, tasting the flavour that lingered from my pussy.

I pushed her back until she lay flat on the bed, then climbed on top of her, my sharp little breasts pressed to her own, more ample spheres. Though I brushed her lips with mine, I did not stop for a kiss. Rather, I chewed at her neck and ears. When I reached her throat, she pushed her head deeper into the pillow and dug her fingers into my back.

I slid down until my face was buried in the valley between her breasts, my hands at either side, pressing them to my cheeks. I sucked her flesh, leaving a mark before moving on to her nipples. The brown rings that encircled them were pronounced and stood up from the surrounding whiteness, inviting me to take them into my mouth.

Her fingers hurt me, her nails gouging my back, but that only told me that I had her exactly where I wanted her.

She was a bit more ticklish than I, writhing and clenching her stomach as my tongue roved over her. I kissed along the waist-line of her drawers, my hands caressing her legs, one after the other. I felt the silkiness of her stockings, and then the soft, milky flesh of her thighs.

Pulling at the front of her final garment, I eased it down until I could bury my face in her thatch of hair. She raised her bottom just enough for me to remove it entirely. She was now quite naked, but for her stockings.

Her fingers clutched at the bedclothes as she watched me slowly lower my head. I stopped and waited. “Francine!” she begged.

I extended my tongue until the tip just grazed her lips. She raised her hips to me, but I pulled my head away, permitting only that feathery contact. I saw her pleading look, but still, only with the merest touch did my tongue travel along the ridges of her pussy.

She must have realised that I would continue to tease if she tried to force me. She relaxed slightly, leaving me to set the pace.

I spread her open with my fingers, breathing her heady aroma as I focused on her glistening hood. I glanced up as I extended my tongue, witnessing her anticipation. The thought crossed my mind that her clit was larger than Chantelle’s before, with a long soft, suck, I took it into my mouth.

She shrieked aloud, then let go with a stream of foul language, the likes of which I would never have expected from such a lady. Her hips pushed up to meet me, shaking as my tongue flicked at her. But I wanted to prolong her agony. Once more I pulled away and, taking hold of her legs and raising them high, I kissed and licked my way back down. My tongue skittered over her pussy as I went, but I continued downward until the twitching rosebud of her bumhole came within reach. I pressed into her centre, trying to enter, but only partially succeeding.

I left a finger there, continuing to press as I returned my attention to her pussy. My lips played with her clit once more, and the fingers of my free hand eased between her lips, delving deep inside.

Chantelle had taught me where to search for a place she said some women had. Chantelle had it, and so did I, and, I now discovered, so did Anna. She let out another shout when my curled fingers found the spot. Her body went rigid, her buttocks lifting from the bed.

My tongue fluttered upon her clit, and the finger at her lower hole pressed even harder. Slowly, it eased inside. I felt the increased heat and the urgent clutches of her ass as I probed more deeply.

Now I was ready to take her over the edge. Her rigidness changed in character. She trembled and shouted again, calling out my name as she began to shake. I kept her climax going, one orgasm rolling into another. Finally, she collapsed, moaning quietly.

Drawing myself up beside her, I kissed her cheeks and her eyes as my fingers lightly caressed her breasts.

It was an age before she opened her eyes to look at me with an expression of wonder. She traced my lips with a finger, and in a very quiet voice, not really directed at me, she said, “So clever – so impossible from such a young angel.”

At last her eyes came into focus, and she was with me again. “I wonder if you know how special you are,” she said. “Chantelle told me that I would be your first and that I should be gentle with you. How wrong she was! There is no need to be gentle with you. You are beyond anything I could imagine. So very, very clever.”

She put her hands to my shoulders and pushed me back. “Now, I want to explore your magnificent young body, and show you how much I already love you.”

I lay still as she marvelled at my small breasts, aroused my pointed nipples, and stared at my clit after opening my pussy lips. She even deigned to ask my permission before dipping her tongue into me. She asked me to turn over and rise to my knees. I spread my buttocks wide as her lips explored my ass, her tongue teasing my hole just as I had done with hers. When she got me slippery enough, she pressed a finger into me. Another followed, but she was gentle, taking her time, waiting for me to expand enough to accept her.

She put her other hand to my pussy and began to fuck me. I reached down to my clit, massaging it between two fingers.

It was the first time that I had been brought to an orgasm while I was bent over on my knees. It was also the first time I’d had my ass fucked as I came.

We lay together for ages, idly chatting. She asked me if it were true that other than Chantelle, I’d never been with anyone else until today. She said she didn’t count Chantelle, as she was my teacher, and thus she considered herself to be my first lover. I noticed how she avoided using the term “customer” or “client” at any time. She also said that she had noticed that I was still a virgin.

Suddenly, she asked if I knew who she was.

“Yes,” I replied. “I’ve seen you at the ceremonies in front of the Governor’s residence.”

“And you aren’t at all awed by who I am?”

“I am more awed by how beautiful you are,” I said. “And more honoured that I was able to please you.”

“You, my Francine, have more than pleased me. It is I who am honoured to have met you and I hope that you would do me the honour again when I am next able to be here.”

She kissed me one final time before pressing three guineas into my hand. “You will go now, Francine, and please send Sofia in to help me dress. You will remember today is our secret. No one must ever know that I have been here.”

I stared in astonishment at the gold in my hand. I went to answer her, but she brushed my cheek and said, “Go.”

I gathered my clothes and went to the door, giving her one last smile over my shoulder and raising a hip in farewell. She laughed with delight as I went out.

My mother was as astonished as I had been when I placed two guineas on the table. “And Chantelle has taken her share? She must have been a very rich person.” Hastily, she added, “No, I’m not asking who it was. It’s something we don’t do.” Then she remembered herself. “What about you? Are you all right?”

“Never better,” I said. “My first client was wonderful – a real lady and so very lovely. I know I’m going to have fun, and be paid to pleasure such fine ladies, with no worries about men. It’s all just too marvellous.”

“We work as a family now,” Mother said, taking my hand. “I’ve overcome my doubts, and I can see how happy you are, and now you will have money to spend. I can see that your liking is for women. It’s something I don’t share, but I respect your choice, so long as you’re content.”

I did not have to think. I already knew what I wanted. “Mother, I need only a little money for clothes and things. The rest is for the home, our home. Some new furniture and carpets, things to make us more comfortable. I want to pay my way.”

My mother fetched the wine, and we touched glasses. “A team, my sweet – that’s what we are now,” she said. She looked happier than I had seen her in many months.

On to Chapter Four!

by Karin Halle

The following day was warm and sunny, and after an easy stroll through the woods, the two women and the young girl reached a location that Grace had discovered in the days of the war. It was a rocky clearing at the top of a gentle climb past widely strewn, sheltering boulders. Here they found a compact field of grass, where they would be invisible unless someone had followed in their footsteps and peered down at them from the boulders.

“It’s like … I don’t know,” Alice said in wonder. “And so warm.”

“The stones around us absorb heat,” Susannah lectured. “Undress, Alice.”

Alice looked from Susannah to Grace, finding that both adults were already removing their clothes. Alice had been instructed to wear britches and a blouse, since they would be hiking and climbing. The teachers were similarly clad. Such garb also made undressing easier, Alice discovered, and for a moment, she envied the boys in her class.

In only seconds, all three were naked, basking in the warming rays of the sun, and in their freedom.

Grace took the child by the hand and led her to a large rock with a flat surface, where Susannah was busy spreading a blanket she had brought along in a kitbag. Grace laid Alice on the blanket, which was already growing warm from the rock.

Taking her place at Alice’s side, Grace murmured, “I so wanted to do this yesterday, and it took all my strength to resist. But now, dear Alice, it is our turn to love each other.”

She leaned over the girl and kissed her, softly at first, but with increasing passion. A hand found one of the girl’s small breasts and pressed gently, concentrating on the pebble at its summit. The nipple responded, growing slightly as Grace squeezed.

Alice shot a glance at Susannah, who smiled at her.

She is going to watch, Alice thought. Her heart fluttered. How amazing is this freedom! How wonderful that these two women, neither of them much older than herself, can be so confident in their love for each other that they can sit and watch – not just watch, but enjoy watching – as they make love to a tender young girl!

Alice’s other nipple began to grow even before Grace turned her attention to it – and it grew more rapidly when Grace took hold of it.

Satisfied that Alice’s little breasts were adequately stimulated, Grace ran her hand down her pupils’ torso. In the middle of the most passionate kiss she had ever imagined, Alice managed to gasp. Grace’s hand brushed the red puff of her maiden-hair, which shone bright as a penny in the sunlight, and the girl’s eyes flew open

Grace’s feathery touch was almost as wonderful as Susannah’s. This is unbelievable, Alice thought, yet it is truly happening.

When at last Grace penetrated her with two fingers, Alice was transported.

Miss Grace, she quickly discovered, had a style of her own when it came to pleasuring women. While Susannah had started gently and continued thus, Grace preferred a firmer, almost manly course. Soon her thrusts grew powerful, awakening Alice to another new experience. If asked, she would have preferred Susannah’s technique, perhaps because of her deep love for the younger teacher, but the urgency of Grace’s fingers, she found, provided delights of its own.

It was rare in the days that followed that Alice made love with Grace alone. But when she did so … she could not deny the power of Grace’s touch. With those strong fingers pumping her, Alice climaxed more quickly than she did when Susannah fucked her so lovingly. Their differing styles made for variety, although Alice could never understand how Susannah, so delicate and gentle, could truly enjoy being fucked roughly.

When Alice began to climax, Susannah hurried over and gently teased the girl’s nipples, kissing her and whispering loving and naughty words into her ears.

After, Alice lay in her bliss, gazing up at the clear, bright sky. Turning her head to one side, she saw trees that were still green and lush. Turning the other way, she looked into the captivating face of her darling Susannah – and, when her eyes went lower, the equal perfection of Susannah’s naked body.

Grace finished licking the nectar from between Alice’s thighs and then lay beside her to share what she held in her mouth. So exquisitely sinful, Alice thought, to taste myself on Miss Grace’s lips. 

With their open mouths crushed together, Alice hugged Grace to her. She ran her hand down Grace’s back, but immediately broke the kiss and sat up.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” Grace asked urgently.

“Your … your back!” Alice stammered. “What is that?’

Smiling in understanding, Grace rose and turned her back toward the little girl.

“Oh my sweet Lord Jesus!” Alice gasped.

Grace’s back was covered by an irregular pattern of scars – some were raised, like cords, while others were merely discolourations of the flesh. Alice reached out and placed her fingers – just the very tips – on Grace’s back. She was aghast at what she felt.

“Have you been … beaten?” she whispered.

“No, sweet child. When I arrived here, it was from a wrecked ship, and I was thrown upon the rocks, which gashed my back.”

“Oh, Grace, that’s so awful.” Alice, almost in tears, blinked her eyes.

“I think you’re wrong about that,” Grace said. “They are a reminder of my salvation, for which I constantly thank God and my beloved Susannah. She kisses them, you know, because she too gives thanks that the Almighty saw fit to bring me here, and in that way brought us together. I think of them more as birthmarks than scars.”

Grace put an arm around the girl’s shoulders. “And I’ll tell you something else – something that Susannah likes to sometimes do. I lie on my front and she straddles my back, so that her private place touches the scars. She will then rub herself against them, rolling forward and back. When her honey begins to drip onto my back, I slip my hand to my core … with a little judgment, we can time our releases to occur together.”

Alice shook her head, almost in disbelief.

“You are so … accepting.”

“They are a reminder that we need always to be thankful for the good things that happen to us, and to overlook the bad things. And I have much to be thankful for … and that includes the opportunity to make love with you, a sweet little girl!”

She kissed Alice on the tip of the nose.

Shaking her head, Alice said, “But how do you know about these things, Miss Grace? I mean, about loving women.”

“My sister taught me.”

Incredulous, all three gaped.

“You have a sister! What is her name?” Susannah asked breathlessly.

Grace opened her mouth to answer, before she realized she remembered nothing more.

“Was she aboard the vessel with you?” Alice queried.

Grace looked blank, then her eyes filled with tears.

“Oh, poor Grace!” Alice exclaimed.

“Just then, only for a moment,” Grace choked, “I saw a face, but before I could see it properly, it faded away. Just like a dream … gone.”

The tears ran from three pairs of eyes. The day of freedom in the woods was over.

***

When Alice’s mother died the following spring of a fever Doctor FitzHerbert could neither treat nor diagnose, the child was left an orphan, but Susannah and Grace came to her salvation. They gave her the room in Susannah’s house that had once belonged to Susannah and her brother, and then to Susannah and Grace.

Alice sold most of the few possessions from her mother’s house and moved in with the teachers. She offered them the few dollars that she had raised, along with some $22 that represented her mother’s life savings.

“I can never adequately repay you,” she told them.

“Repayment is not required,” Susannah explained. “We are content as we are, with our life together. Your presence in our home will be an addition to our contentment.”

Alice’s presence also brought more than contentment – the three often shared the large bed, although each periodically slept in the smaller bed to allow the others to enjoy time together alone.

In 1868, Alice turned sixteen and “graduated” from Port Clinton Academy, as Susannah and Grace called their little school.

Not long after that a letter arrived, addressed to “Miss Susannah Croft and Miss Grace Elgin, Port Clinton Academy, Port Clinton, Illinois.”

The letter stated that it was from the “Townsfolk of Highwood” and explained that a teacher was required by the local school to replace one who had married and left the town. Before leaving, the bride had recommended that the town contact Susannah and Grace and offer the position to one or the other.

In a joint reply, Susannah and Grace declined the invitation with great thanks, and suggested Alice Finucane as an alternative.

“Alice has recently graduated from our school and, though she is young, she has many fine qualities to commend her. She has some experience already as a teacher, having led our more junior pupils in their lessons. She is both knowledgeable and wise, both patient and demanding, and possesses the gift of inspiring children to learn.”

A mere nine days later, a letter arrived addressed to “Miss Alice Finucane, Port Clinton Academy.” The letter contained an offer of the job and a small amount of money to cover relocation costs.

Alice was thrilled, if somewhat apprehensive about assuming such responsibility at her age. But of even greater concern was the prospect of leaving Susannah and Grace.

Susannah, naked as was her habit when inside her home, sat Alice, also naked, down on her lap.

“You know, my sweet, that despite being only seven years older than you, I think of you as my daughter.”

Alice happily fondled Susannah’s breasts as she listened.

“And the fondest wish of any mother is to see her child develop to her full potential, to know what she wants from life and to set about achieving it. And to appreciate her life, whatever it might be.”

Grace, who was also naked, added, “I am content with my life, and I think I can say the same for Susannah. But you must find your own place … perhaps in time you will return here, although there is no future in Port Clinton. This town is dying.”

“Perhaps you will visit us,” Susannah said dreamily. “There will always be a bed here for you, or a place with us in our bed.”

“You might even bring a husband and children,” Grace speculated, then added with a wicked grin, “or maybe you might bring with you a wife. We could always make room in our bed for you and her.”

Reluctantly, Alice took her leave the following day. Her departure was just as sad for Susannah and Grace, and they comforted each other long into the night. Alice’s absence left a void in their little home, which became a source of sadness for both young women.

Creative and devious as always, Grace hit upon a solution after a few weeks.

“Gwendolyn Hughes,” she suggested.

“What about her?” Susannah asked. Gwendolyn was a pupil in their school, aged twelve.

“Do you know that she walks for an hour and a half each day to reach school, and obviously for another hour and a half to go home each night?”

Aware of that fact, Susannah said, “So?”

“We should suggest to her parents that Gwendolyn might live with us during the week. I’m sure that her parents would approve – they have six other children, and such an arrangement would allow young Gwen a lot of additional time for her lessons.”

“I know what lessons you have in mind for her, you scheming woman!” Susannah said.

Their invitation to Gwendolyn was issued the next day, and was accepted promptly and gratefully by both the eager young girl and her unsuspecting parents.

***

In time, it became obvious that Port Clinton was, as Grace had foreseen, dying.

Eventually, Susannah and Grace faced the inevitable. They closed the Port Clinton Academy and relocated to Highland Park, where they re-established their school as the Elgin Academy for Young Women.

By then their enterprise had been successful for many years. Susannah and Grace were never wealthy but they enjoyed their life together, and the satisfaction of training young women to be their best selves.

When the increasingly strict supervision of schools became too burdensome, they closed the school in 1902, at which point they vanish from the historical record. Nothing is known of their final years.

But their legacy lived on in the many young women they taught to find independence and contentment in one another’s arms, and who passed the lesson on to those who followed.

The End

A brief recap: Single mother and secret lesbian Amanda receives wonderful news from Caroline, the dance instructor for her eleven-year-old daughter Katie. She informs Amanda that Katie is being considered as a fairy for Latchmore House, a magical kingdom of sorts for young girls.  Amanda gets more good news the following day, when Caroline asks her on a date. That evening, Amanda finally comes out to her daughter, only to be surprised (and secretly thrilled) when Katie admits that she likes girls herself. Later that night, Amanda masturbates to thoughts of Katie. The following day, mother and daughter go shopping for something sexy for Amanda to wear on her date, and encounter a cute Victoria’s Secret salesgirl named Jordan who flirts with them both. Got that? Now read on…

 

by C. Cat

Amanda came home from work early on Friday, leaving plenty of time to get ready for her dinner date with Caroline. Her daughter Katie was spending the night with a friend, so Amanda had the house to herself.

She took a shower and, after toweling off, paused to study her nude body in the mirror, pleased with what she saw. Caroline may be more fit, she thought, but I’ve still got what it takes to turn a woman’s head.

Turning around slowly, Amanda peered over her shoulder. Her ass was somewhat less tight as it had been in college, but weekly gym visits kept her legs toned, and so far there wasn’t a trace of cellulite. She had a nice trim waist and flat tummy that made her breasts seem larger than they were. Okay, she wasn’t as generously endowed as Jordan, the Victoria’s Secret salesgirl she’d met the day before, but Amanda was satisfied enough with what she had.

Jordan... Amanda’s thoughts drifted to the teenager from the mall, to her tight body and ample tits. Wouldn’t it be fun to invite her to a sleepover? she mused. Katie thought she was hot, too. Okay, that’s something I may have to get used to – me and my daughter wanting for the same woman… or girl. Remembering the fantasy she’d had about teaming up with her little girl to fuck Jordan, she felt a twinge of arousal.

Climbing onto her bed, Amanda stretched out, slipping a hand between her legs to spread her cunt open. Touching herself, she pictured her daughter and the salesgirl, naked and sharing sweet kisses. What if I asked Jordan to babysit one night? she thought.

Just before leaving, she could ask Jordan to give Katie a bath, to make sure her little girl was squeaky clean before putting her to bed. Jordan would want to do a very thorough job, and Katie would be sure to help.

After undressing Katie and putting her in the tub, Jordan wouldn’t want to get her top wet while washing the girl, so that would have to come off. At that point, didn’t it make sense for her to undress and get in the bath with Katie?

Soon then the two girls would be lathering each other. Jordan would take extra care to soap Katie’s budding tits before gently rinsing them clean, then working her way lower. Surely she wouldn’t want to use a rough washcloth on the girl’s delicate nether parts, so she would deploy her fingers instead.

Before very long, Katie would be close to coming, but Jordan wouldn’t let things move too fast. Instead, she’d withdraw her hand with a special smile, telling Katie, Don’t worry, love… we’re nowhere near done having a good time, then shower the sweet eleven-year-old off before carefully toweling her dry.

Back in the bedroom, Katie would jump under the covers without bothering with pyjamas, then ask Jordan for a kiss… a request the luscious teen would be only too happy to honour. The kiss would begin innocently, but both girls already knew they wanted more, much more. Soon it would become more passionate, and their tongues would meet and spar playfully as they began to caress and explore each others’ bodies.

Katie wouldn’t be able to resist the opportunity to fondle Jordan’s tits, and the teen would let the younger girl do as she liked. Maybe she would even straddle Katie and bring those full, creamy breasts to her daughter’s mouth, offering her a taut nipple. By then, Katie’s slit would surely be wet, and her excitement so intense that she’d have to caress herself, – toying with her clit, steadily getting closer and closer to an orgasm.

Of course, Jordan wouldn’t let her new lover come without being a part of it; she would lower her lips to Katie’s pussy and lick her tiny clit until the younger girl cried out, overwhelmed by ecstasy.

As her own climax approached, Amanda pictured her preteen daughter, naked, thighs spread wide, on the verge of coming in the face of an older girl… and a rush of warmth surged through her body. At first she tried to dismiss it as just part of her wicked fantasy, but couldn’t deny the truth. She wanted Katie too.

I suppose it had to happen, she reflected. I’ve lusted after young girls ever since I was old enough to feel desire. How can I resist someone as luscious as Katie, even if she is my own child?

Amanda drifted easily into the fantasy: slowly drawing closer to her daughter’s glistening slit, lips parting for an intimate mother’s kiss. She thought how soft those tender petals must feel as she slipped her tongue between them, letting the rich flavour of cunt fill her mouth. I want to look up and see the desire in Katie’s eyes, hear my baby girl whisper, “I love you, Mummy,” when my tongue grazes her clit…

With that image fixed in her mind, Amanda began to shake with the tremors of a powerful orgasm. She couldn’t help but cry out, “Ohhh… Katie!” as the wave came crashing down, then tugged her this way and that..

Dazed and exhausted, her body glowing as if she’d drunk liquid sunshine, Amanda wondered if it was possible that Katie shared these same forbidden desires. Could she want me too? Is my baby girl dreaming of sweet, sexy games with Mummy? One way or another, she had to find out.

She was still thinking of Katie as she slipped on the bra and panties her daughter and Jordan had selected on her visit to Victoria’s Secret. Admiring herself in the mirror, she had to admit that they’d made a good choice. It was provocative without being cheap or slutty, and the bikini-style panties complimented the curves of her hips and her ass perfectly. The dress was a nice choice, too. It had been a bit more expensive than what she usually bought, but hugged her body in an absolutely sinful way.

It’s kind of amazing that my own eleven-year-old could pick out something this perfect, Amanda thought, idly cupping her breasts. She didn’t just choose something cute or trendy, the way most girls her age would’ve done. This outfit makes me look downright desirable… sexy, even. That didn’t seem like an accident — Katie must have been paying closer attention to her body than she ever noticed.

That wasn’t the only hint that Katie was thinking about her mother in a sexual way. Amanda had planned on hiring a sitter for the night, but then Katie’s friend Becca suddenly invited her to spend the night. Which meant that Amanda had no need to come home early — or, indeed, come home at all — from her date with Caroline.

Katie must really be counting on me getting into some hot sex action with her teacher, Amanda decided. I wonder if that idea excites her? 

Once again, her wicked imagination flashed on a thrilling image: a nude Katie rubbing her slit, lost in a vision of Mummy and Miss Scott fucking.

Without noticing at first, Amanda pressed a hand against the rise of her vulva. Catching herself, she made a face. Save that sex energy for your date, girl. Shaking her head to clear it, she took a seat at her vanity to apply a few light touches of makeup, added a hint of scent behind each ear, then went downstairs to wait for Caroline.

At two minutes before 5:00 PM, the doorbell rang. Taking a deep breath, Amanda rose to answer.

Caroline was looking absolutely radiant, her hair loose and flowing down to her shoulders. She wore a black leather a-line skirt, ankle boots, and a low cut blue knit top that looked soft enough to be cashmere. It was also obvious from the outline of her nipples through the material that she’d decided to go braless. It was an amazingly sexy combination, a far cry from the tights Amanda was used to seeing Caroline wear.

“You look marvellous,” Caroline said as she eyed Amanda, looking her up and down.

“Thanks, but the credit goes to Katie for picking out the dress,” Amanda said before adding with a laugh, “She said I was absolutely prohibited from wearing my ‘mom clothes’ on a date.” Pausing to check out Caroline again, she added, “I like her taste, but I’ll never look as gorgeous as you do.”

“Don’t be silly – you’re beautiful,” Caroline said as she gave her a hug and a soft but sweet kiss. They exchanged shy smiles, then Amanda picked up her purse and keys before the two women made their exit, arm in arm.

Once they arrived at the restaurant, Amanda felt a sudden pang of nerves. As much as she’d accepted her identity as a lesbian, a lifetime of concealing her sexuality had lingering effects. As they advanced toward the door she almost panicked, thinking about the heads turning and the hushed whispers directed at her.

Detecting her tension, Caroline gave Amanda’s hand a firm squeeze. “Don’t worry,” she said, “Just walk in with your head held high. I’m proud to have you as my date.”

Amanda was still a bit uncomfortable as they made their way inside, but she felt increasingly excited too. By putting herself in Caroline’s hands, her submissive side experienced that sweet rush that came when she yielded her control to another. She wasn’t sure what was going to happen that evening, but trusted Caroline to take care of her.

As it so often happens, her worries were much worse than the reality. A few heads turned as they were shown to their table, but as far as Amanda could tell most of the looks were of approval, perhaps even envy.

The restaurant was every bit as appealing as she’d heard. It occupied the first floor of a Victorian mansion, the upper floors of which had been converted into a bed and breakfast. As a result, the floor plan was broken up into cosy little rooms rather than one big open space and, by arriving early, they had a room all to themselves.

When the server came to take their drink order, Amanda caught a little sparkle in the woman’s eye when she understood that the two women were more than just friends. She wasn’t sure, but thought Caroline even gave a little wink when she ordered a bottle of Chianti for her and “my date.” That intrigued the server at the very least, and the service was the most attentive she’d ever had.

Once their drinks were served, Caroline leaned in and asked, “So, I take it Katie is happy with the idea of us dating?”

“Yes, ecstatic. I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised. Funny, but our conversation about it was a lot harder for me than for her…”

Caroline nodded as Amanda continued. “I know Katie likes you, and she’s always been very open minded… I didn’t think she would get upset when I told her I was gay. Sure enough, it didn’t faze her at all — she had a lot of questions, though!”

“She’s such a smart girl… I’d be surprised if she didn’t ask a lot of questions.”

“Katie always was a curious child. She asked me about when I first realised I liked girls, and how I knew it wasn’t just a phase… Of course she asked about me and her dad too. It gave me the chance to open up to her about some very personal things. It felt so good to be able to share with her.”

“That’s wonderful. I’ve no doubt that it brought you two even closer.”

“Oh, it did, even more than I even expected. When I told her about always knowing I was a lesbian, but being too scared to admit it, Katie ended up coming out to me!”

Caroline’s eyes widened in apparent surprise. “Katie is gay?” I knew it! she told herself.

“Well, she admitted to ‘liking girls,’ Amanda replied with a shrug. “I don’t think she’s done anything with another girl, not yet.” She laughed. “I wouldn’t be surprised if she had a crush on her friend Becca – you know, the cute little redhead from your class…”

“The one with the two mums,” Caroline finished. “And you’re right – that one is adorable!” She reached out to take Amanda’s hand. “So, tell me… how do you feel about your daughter being a lesbian?”

Very, very aroused, Amanda thought, but instead she said, “Oh, I’m happy about it. Katie’s at the age where I expected to start worrying about boys. If being gay spares her from getting involved with the sort of spotty gits that I had to contend with…” She shuddered. “Frankly, I think she’s lucky.”

“I do, too,” said Caroline, “Know why? ‘Cos she’s got an incredible mum.”

Caroline’s beaming smile showed how delighted she was. As a girl, she’d struggled with the pain of her own mother refusing to accept her. Knowing Katie could come out and be loved filled her with joy.

Their conversation continued on that happy note, then flowed from topic to topic as they learned more about each other. They both felt a steadily growing sexual urge, but it wasn’t something either of them felt the need to talk about, not just yet.

Amanda didn’t know if all lesbian dates were like this, but she liked it quite a lot. The men she’d dated seemed to treat going to dinner as a box they had to check off to get her into bed. With Caroline, it felt very different… more like foreplay. They both knew they would end up making love that evening, but neither of them felt the need to rush. Instead they were spending quality time together, letting the energy between them grow — knowing that when it did happen, the sex would be all the better for it.

As they finished their desserts and drank the last of their wine, the cute young server brought the check directly to Caroline. Amanda reached for her purse, but Caroline would have none of it. “I asked you out, so this is my treat. If you want to pay for dinner, ask me out sometime.”

“How about breakfast tomorrow morning?” Amanda murmured, giving her companion a knowing smile.

***

Caroline lived in a townhouse on a tree-lined street in an older, gentrified part of town. It looked expensive without being flashy, filled with comfortable but high-quality furniture and an impressive collection of original art. What stood out the most was a number of framed photographs of gorgeous young ballerinas — some in performance costumes, some in tights and leotards. While it would be easy to dismiss these as innocent mementos of former students, Amanda noticed that these images were all unmistakably sexy.

She was instantly drawn to one picture in particular. An adorable young girl, maybe nine or ten, in a pink leotard without tights was sitting cross-legged in the studio. The girl was positioned so the fabric of her outfit hugged her mound, creating a visible camel toe. Thrilling as that was, what really captured Amanda’s heart was the expression on the girl’s face. She had an eager sparkle in her eyes, as if waiting for a very special treat.

“I love that photo,” Caroline said as she embraced Amanda from behind. “Beautiful, isn’t she?”

“Yes, very.” Amanda began – then paused, not sure how else to respond.

“It’s more than that, isn’t it?” Caroline whispered, “She’s incredibly sexy… and she knows it, too.”

As Caroline spoke, she allowed her hands to slip down over Amanda’s hips until they rested on her bare legs. “You know, sometimes I think about her when I’m touching myself. Wouldn’t you just love to hold her in your arms? To kiss that pretty little mouth?”

Amanda knew that she ought to deny her true feelings, but found herself unable to lie to Caroline. “Yes… she whispered. “Yes, I would.” The words slipped out, astonishing her as she spoke them. Yet somehow, it felt right to speak honestly to this woman. She’d always been terrified of what people would think if they knew of her sexual attraction to young girls, but with Caroline she felt safe.

Amanda turned around in Caroline’s arms, their mouths meeting in a kiss that quickly grew hot and hungry. She shared passionate kisses before, but never like this. It was both tender and fierce, their tongues flickering like twin flames. As they embraced, the energy between them seemed to flow back and forth like a conversation expressing their desire.

As they kissed, Amanda felt Caroline’s hands slip around to cup her ass, then pull her closer until they were grinding their cunts through layers of clothing. Amanda was desperate to be naked with her new lover, and she moaned into their kiss when she felt Caroline slowly unzipping her dress. She let the silky fabric slip from her shoulders and fall to the floor, leaving her in that lacy black bra and panties.

Caroline stood back, licking her lips as she took in the sight of Amanda’s body. “You’re absolutely delicious, It’s a shame we didn’t do this sooner.” Taking Amanda by the hand, she led her to the bedroom.

Once there, they paused to slip out of their shoes, then drifted together, their mouths meeting again. This time, Caroline deftly unhooked Amanda’s bra and let it fall to the carpet. As they continued to kiss, Amanda felt her own taut nipples rubbing against Caroline’s cashmere top, building an almost electric sensation that buzzed and throbbed through her body. Sometime during the kiss she also felt her panties sliding down. These fell to encircle Amanda’s ankles, leaving her naked.

Now it was Amanda’s turn to undress Caroline. With fingers made clumsy by desire, she found the clasp of that little skirt and unhooked it, watching the garment unwrap from Caroline’s body as it dropped to the floor. Expecting to see a pair of sexy knickers, she felt a sudden jolt of excitement at the sight of her lover’s shaved vulva.

It was too much for Amanda to take – her lust raged and snarled inside like a caged beast. All but shoving Caroline back onto the bed, she pushed the cashmere top up to reveal her partner’s breasts, licking her lips as she imagined how it would feel to suck those swollen nipples.

Caroline’s taut dancer’s body was spread out and open, her big dark eyes making it more than clear that she was ready to be taken. Amanda suddenly thought of the little ballerina in the picture. When that shot was taken, was there some woman close by, prepared to make love to that little girl, just as she intended to do with Caroline? I certainly hope so, she thought.

Amanda knelt between those parted legs, letting her hands glide up and down them before leaning in to kiss Caroline’s left thigh. Delighted by its softness, she began to nuzzle a path upwards, gradually heading for the treasure nestled in between.

As lovely as those legs were, the years of dancing had left every muscle toned and well-defined. Amanda longed to feel those legs wrapped around her, to feel them squeeze her head.

Now her lips were an inch or two from Caroline’s sex. She paused for a moment to appreciate its delicate, yet earthy scent. Her daughter’s teacher had an absolutely gorgeous cunt, a pink-hued flower that made Amanda’s mouth water.

Oh, yes, she thought, it’s been much too long. And I had no idea how badly I needed this. Not until now.

As she eased Caroline’s legs further apart, the slit opened slightly to reveal juicy pink flesh inside, dripping honey. Leaning in, she extended her tongue to taste.

Caroline shivered, letting out an explosive gasp as Amanda’s tongue slipped between her lips and gently probed her vagina – exploring the soft folds, working down to her womanly core.

“Yes!” Caroline cried. “Do it! Fuck me with your tongue!”

Amanda drew out the teasing a little while longer as she licked around the opening, then plunged her tongue inside again. As she began to thrust in and out, her thumb found Caroline’s clit, which she stroked in tiny circular motions.

By then, Caroline was writhing in ecstasy, but Amanda wasn’t done. With her free hand, she reached lower to cup her partner’s arse, then probed between the cheeks to find the taut rosebud before slowly pressing a finger inside.

“Yes! Fuck! Oh, yes!” Caroline ranted, her body arching up from the bed. She was trembling on the cusp of  release.

Amanda soon had one finger working in and out of Caroline’s ass like a piston while the other hand worked its magic on her clit. All the while, she continued to pleasure the woman’s sex with long, deep licks.

Finally, with one deep guttural moan, Caroline began to convulse as the wave of a powerful orgasm crashed over her. Even as she tossed and turned in ecstasy, Amanda kept pleasuring her, sucking Caroline’s clit between her lips and assaulting it with her tongue. Before the first orgasm had even run its course, a second one had begun.

This time Caroline didn’t even have the strength to moan and just lay there shaking helplessly as the wave continued, then finally receded. When her eyes fluttered open, Amanda was gently licking her clean.

“Now it’s your turn,” Caroline said, raising herself up on both elbows. “Sit on my face. I want to taste you.”

Saying farewell to her new lover’s pussy with a kiss, Amanda moved to straddle Caroline, then lowered herself to the dancer’s open mouth.

It felt divine. Amanda had to lean forward and grip the headboard for support as Caroline worked her tongue in and out, gulping down her honey, then she began to lick Amanda’s vaginal opening, giving her clitoris a tiny flick of the tongue with each stroke.

Finally, Caroline centred her attention on the clit, and a choked cry escaped Amanda’s throat. It felt like a band of warmth coiled around her clit that alternated between suction and pressure. Then that awesome feeling was compounded when she felt one finger slide up into her vaginal core, while another pushed past the sphincter and deep into her rectum.

Amanda could barely discern one sensation from another as Caroline’s fingers and tongue worked to make her giddy with pleasure. She sensed her orgasm in the distance, welcomed its approach.

Then suddenly, Caroline pulled away, wriggling out from beneath Amanda and onto her knees. “Let’s rub pussies!” she panted. “I want to fuck you, lover.”

Amanda was somewhat dazed, but allowed Caroline to shift her about until she was lying on the bed, her thighs forked apart. Caroline quickly arranged herself until their cunts were kissing, then reached down to grasp Amanda’s bum, drawing her in. They both shivered at how lovely it felt, then began to move against one another in a slow rhythm that soon began to speed up.

Amanda was in ecstasy, torn between wanting the feeling to last forever and desperate for relief while Caroline kept grinding harder and faster.

Soon she heard Caroline gasp, then that trailed off into a long, low moan. As Amanda was riding on the very edge, she realised that her lover was getting close herself. I just need to hold on a moment longer… just a few more seconds… oh God, oh God, I can’t–

The shuddering jolt of orgasm hit her just an instant before Caroline let out her own choked cry of release. They remained locked together, joined in ecstasy, thrashing about on the bed until Amanda’s strength gave out and she went limp, barely conscious of Caroline collapsing next to her before she passed out.

***

Amanda awakened in Caroline’s arms, surprised to see the light of morning through the blinds.

Rather than stir, she took a moment to savour the sensual caress of another woman’s soft skin against her own. How could I have gone so long without this? she asked herself. Recalling the pleasures they had shared the night before, she felt a familiar tingle begin in her centre. Growing increasingly aroused, but not wanting to wake her new lover, she began to fondle her slit.

Sensing motion beside her, Caroline slowly drifted into consciousness. “G’morning, love,” she said, then lightly nibbled Amanda’s earlobe. Her hands were already busy, caressing wherever she could reach.

“Mmmm…” was all Amanda could say as she continued to masturbate..

By comparison to the night before, her orgasm was almost gentle, but making herself come in Caroline’s arms make it extra special.

They drifted together in a tender kiss, then Caroline said, “Don’t know about you, but I’m dying for a hot shower. Care to join me?”

“Lead the way,” Amanda replied with a grin.

After a delightful romp in the shower and another orgasm apiece, the two lovers took turns towelling each other off. Dropping the towel and padding back to the bedroom, Caroline opened her armoire and selected a little silk romper. Handing it to Amanda, she said, “I think this should fit,” then picked out another for herself.

It was a little short and her larger breasts pressed against the thin fabric to reveal the clear outline of her nipples, but Amanda certainly didn’t mind.

Before long, the two were nestled together in a love seat, relaxed and drinking coffee. Feeling happy and content, Amanda’s thoughts drifted to other matters.

“I was wondering,” she said, “Will Katie coming out as gay be a problem with the Latchmore Fairies?”

Caroline took her by the hand. “It won’t be a problem at all. In fact, you could say it’s ideal.”

“What? Really?”

“Yes. It’s not something the outside world has ever heard about, though. You see, Anna and Charlotte Latchmore knew — from first-hand experience, actually — the challenges girls like Katie would face. You could say that the idea of the Fairies was conceived with girls like your daughter in mind.”

“So…” Amanda paused to collect her thoughts. “When you recommended my daughter for the Latchmore scholarship… you knew she was a lesbian?”

“I strongly suspected it, but didn’t know for sure.” Caroline smiled. “I’m seldom wrong, though.”

In retrospect, Amanda had seen the signs herself, but hasn’t recognised them for what they were. When her daughter’s friends mooned over boys, Katie always seemed indifferent at best. On the other hand, she’d formed attachments to other girls that were surprisingly intense… and after seeing a couple of the Harry Potter films, Katie had developed a genuine obsession with Emma Watson, plastering the walls of her bedroom with as many images of the girl as she could find.

It was no surprise, Amanda decided, that someone who worked with as many youngsters as Caroline would be quick to notice that Katie’s interest in other girls ran deeper than it seemed. Moreover, this revelation shed some light on her own memories of Latchmore House.

Caroline must have noticed something in Amanda’s eyes. “Maybe I should have said something to you sooner. I hope it’s okay that I didn’t…?”

Amanda shook her head. “No, I understand. I might not have been ready to accept it if you’d told me this a week ago. Anyway, it’s not that… Listen, what you just said got me thinking. You know, I had my very first sexual experience at Latchmore.”

Caroline’s eyes widened. “Really? Will you tell me about it?”

So Amanda shared the story of how the fairy named Emily masturbated for her that day in the gardens, then offered her the first taste of a girl’s ambrosia. She spoke of that same evening, of how she followed Emily’s instructions to bring herself to orgasm. However, Amanda chose to leave out the part where Aunt Eileen caught her masturbating, then made love to her. Some other time, she decided.

All the while, Caroline listened with rapt attention. “Wow,” she said, “I wish I’d been there to see that! Honestly, I mightn’t have been all that far away when it happened. If it’s the same Emily I’m thinking of, she was just a couple years ahead of me.” With a knowing grin, Caroline added, “She was an amazing lover, by the way.”

“I… I wondered if you might know her,” Amanda murmured, feeling a sharp jolt of arousal. “It also made me think about what you said about Katie… Does that sort of thing happen a lot at Latchmore, then? Um, girls being with other girls?”

Caroline paused, thinking for a moment before she spoke. “Well, you’ll get all the details before Katie joins, but I think there are some things I can share.

“Anna and Charlotte had some specific ideas about how to help girls — and the fairies in particular — so they became strong, confident, and independent women. If you think about it, almost all the rules that society has to keep women in ‘their place’ are about sex and morality. Let’s just say that the fairies are encouraged to break a lot of those rules, as long as it’s safe and consensual.”

Amanda certainly couldn’t argue with that. After all, she herself had ended up in an unhappy marriage by blindly following society’s rules, and wanted something better for Katie. Could Latchmore House hold the key to that brighter life?

Still, she had lingering concerns. “So, if Katie joins… will she have to…?”

Caroline was already shaking her head. “No, no. Your daughter won’t have to do anything she doesn’t want to — no one will pressure her there. But there’s no point being in denial, either. Katie is a curious girl who is just learning about her sexuality, and she’s surely hungering to know more. No one is going to stop her from experimenting, so all you can do is make sure she’s safe and loved. Latchmore House will give her that.”

Amanda nodded, thinking about the fairies… but also about the way her own love for Katie was growing and changing.

On to Chapter Four!

 For a brief summary of this story’s plot, please consult Chapter Links.

by BlueJean

A little human hand upon an ancient tree.

A ripple in the water.

A catalyst. A machine in motion.

I summon the child to the Midnight Garden. To take measure of her. To warn her of the darkness ahead.

She sits amongst the emerald grass and watches the bees with great delight.

Aren’t they pretty?

“Yes, but real bees aren’t blue, and they’re definitely not that big. These ones are like… as big as tennis balls!”

Why do you say they are not real?

“Because… because they’re just dream bees, aren’t they? This is a dream, isn’t it?”

This realm is no less real than the place you call home, little one.

Child… come to the tree…

“Are you a Dryad?”

I am.

“My name’s Millie. What’s yours?”

I am Astris.

“I’m seven. How old are you?”

I am… very old.

“Why are you green, Astris?”

Why are you pink?

“I’m not really pink.”

Then I am not really green.

“Is the other lady a Dryad too?”

Come to the tree… I have so much love for you…

Do not heed the shadow, Millie. Your place is with your mother and your sister.

“But it sounds quite nice, living in a tree.”

Do you feel your wolf’s heartbeat against your chest?

“You mean Bee? It makes me feel safe when she cuddles up to me in bed. Like… like before I was born.”

It is Life you feel – the rhythm of all things living. Embrace it, allow its current to take you where it will. There is nothing for you in the shadows.

“Do you know Mr. Dalliard?”

Young Raymond? I know him well.

“Do you know how old he is? ‘Cause he told me to ask you.”

I will love you forever… Come to the tree…

Do you see the white deer over there, Millie?

“Ya.”

She is my friend. Come and greet her.

“Wooow! She’s so soft!”

Place your head against hers. Touch her mind, as she touches yours. She cares not for tomorrow. Just today. Just for the moment. Do you feel it? Do you understand?

“So soft… I love her…”

Come to me, child…

Beware the darkness, Millie Newton. I am too weak to help you further.

Come to the tree…

Is the child a wolf or a deer, I wonder? Time will tell.

Perhaps this is the way of things. A chain of events that cannot be stopped. A larger picture that has yet to reveal itself.

Come to the tree

Come to the tree

Come to the tree

COME

TO

THE

TREE

***

The storm arrived in the early hours of the morning – Eighty mile an hour winds, thunder, lightning, torrential rain.

The treehouse was one of the first casualties, its wooden planks ripped apart and scattered across the garden. Fences came down too, and the flimsy corrugated plastic roof atop the shed hadn’t stood a chance.

But it was the bees I was mostly concerned for. The high winds buffeted me around as I did my best to secure the hives with straps and emlocks, my beekeeping suit providing little protection against the stinging rain. I wondered why I’d even bothered putting it on – the bees were unlikely to emerge in weather like this.

I hoped the colonies would be spared. The fruit trees would give them some shelter against the storm, true, but I expected at least a few casualties.

When the hives were battened down as well as could be expected, I closed the orchard gate and hastened back to the cottage.

Freya met me at the back door. “Will they be okay?”

I unzipped my veil and pulled it off. “Yeah, I think so. They’ve weathered a few storms before.” Taking my suit, I hung in on the hook behind the door.

It was getting near dinner time but I was in no mood for cooking, so I heated up some tins of soup. God, I missed the days when I could just order a takeaway, but living way out in the sticks has its downsides.

Freya cut, then buttered slices from a fresh loaf of bread for us.

“Call your sister down for something to eat,” I said to her.

Millie had been in her room with Bee most of the day. Ever since Mr. Dalliard had passed away, she had been distant and withdrawn. I’d hoped attending his funeral would help her to come to terms with her grief, but something wasn’t right.

It was my fault.

She had reacted badly to her friend’s death and what had I done? Smacked her for it. I’d never done that before; never would again. I hated myself for it. I wouldn’t blame her if she hated me for it too.

Freya came running into the kitchen in tears. “M-Mum! We have to go! NOW!”

“What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

“Millie’s gone to the big tree!”

“The oak? Why?”

She handed me a note. It was Millie’s handwriting, written in yellow crayon.

dear mummy and freya
gone to live in the big tree with the dryads
thank you for having me
love from millie
xxx

“What’s this? Why would she go out playing in the middle of a storm?” I said.

Freya grabbed hold of my arm. “No, you don’t understand! She’s in big trouble, Mum!”

I took hold of her shoulders. “Hey, calm down. We’ll go and find her. No need to cry, okay?”

We threw on our boots and raincoats and Freya all but dragged me out the door. We ran through the fields towards the tree, the storm raging all around us. I tried to stop and catch my breath a couple of times, but Freya would have none of it. I couldn’t account for her frantic behaviour.

Until we arrived at the great oak and my sanity deserted me.

Millie thrashed and screamed as thin, spindly roots held her in place against the massive trunk of the old tree. “Mummy!” she wailed as we ran over to her.

“Millie!” Freya sobbed.

“Oh, my God!” I cried, yanking the snaking roots away from her.

Bee was snarling in fury, attacking the vines wrapped around Millie’s legs with frenzied bites. The pup’s wet fur was matted with blood, as if something had lashed out at her, but still she fought on.

Away! a voice seemed to hiss at us, the sound strange and distorted, coming from everywhere and nowhere all at once. I told myself it was just the howling wind.

I felt a sudden sharp lash against my face, the pain hot and stinging. I touched my cheek and my hand came away bloody. Ignoring it as best I could, I laboured to pull the roots away from my little girl. “It’s okay, Millie! Mummy’s here now!” I told her.

“Mummy…” Millie whimpered. “I don’t want to fall asleep. D-don’t let me fall asleep…”

Freya was venting her outrage – perhaps at the tree itself. “Leave my sister alone!”

“Freya! Help me pull these roots away!” I yelled and together we tore the vines away from Millie’s body, only to witness them grow back in mere seconds and wrap themselves around her bedraggled form again.

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. “What the hell is happening?!” I shrieked, near hysterical. I redoubled my efforts, tearing at the roots; ripping them away.

Freya yelped as something whipped against her hand, drawing blood.

“Don’t stop, Freya!” I yelled. “Keep pulling!”

She is mine!

Something struck out at me again, whipping against my chest. I gritted my teeth against the pain and focused on freeing Millie. “Fucking Dryad!” I growled through gritted teeth.

“It’s not the Dryad, Mum!” Freya cried. “It’s Isabel!”

I didn’t have the energy to ask who the hell Isabel was.

Somehow we finally managed to clear the roots away faster than they could grow back. I wasted no time in snatching Millie away from the tree before they had a chance to entangle her again.

No! Give her back!

Some great force of energy barreled into me, knocking me backwards. I hit the ground with a thud, Millie clutched tightly to my chest. I wasn’t letting her go. Not ever.

Freya grabbed Bee and stumbled towards me, and together we scrabbled towards the muddy track. I found my feet and pushed myself up. “Run, Freya!” I screamed, thinking we could get away, but the invisible force that harried us slammed into me again, and I went down.

The terrible voice rattled out a command. Give her to me!

My fragile mind could deny it no longer – Something was here with us. Something not human.

“You’re – not – having – her!” I screamed back. I unzipped my long coat and pulled Millie against my breast, zipping it back up around her. Freya sat between my legs, clutching Bee. “You can’t have her,” I quietly sobbed.

The hairs on the back of my neck stood up. Some part of me knew the thing was circling us, a sixth sense awakened by my adrenaline-panicked state. It was looking for a way to get at Millie. “D-do you know what it is, Freya?”

“It’s – it’s Isabel,” she told me in a small voice.

That name again. “Who’s Isabel?”

“She’s Sadie’s, um, what did she call it? Ancestor. Sadie’s been trying to send her away.”

I tried to process that information, but none of it made much sense. “Why does it want Millie?”

“I don’t know. Sadie didn’t tell me that bit.”

I looked down at my youngest daughter, her head poking out of the top of my coat. “Are you okay, baby? Are you hurt?”

Millie shook her head. “Mummy?”

“Yes, sweetie?”

“I’ve changed my mind. I don’t think I want to live in the big tree after all,” she told me weakly.

I kissed the top of her head. “Freya?”

“Yeah?”

“Pick Bee up. We’re gonna make a run for it again, okay?”

“Okay,” Freya said and hoisted the puppy up in her arms.

I got my feet underneath me. “On three.”

I put myself in a squat, ready to leap into action. “One.”

Gripping Millie’s bum, I lifted her up. “Two.”

“Three!” I sprung up and bolted away.

I felt something crack against my face, almost knocking me unconscious. I fell back down to the muddy ground with a grunt.

Freya scrambled towards me and pushed herself against my body, her eyes wide with fear. “Leave us alone!” she screamed.

It wasn’t going to let us go.

Would it kill us? Could it kill us? I didn’t even know what it was.

I didn’t want to try running again. I couldn’t risk it hurting the girls. Someone would come soon. A dog walker, a tractor, one of those plonkers whose sat nav took them on a little detour. Anyone.

I glared at the great oak. I didn’t know what the hell was going on with that arsehole of a tree, but I swore if we ever got through this, I was going to have the fucking thing cut down. Then I was going to petition to have a McDonald’s built over its stump. And finally, I would take great delight in eating burgers from cardboard cartons made from the big leafy bastard. Ha!

I giggled to myself and then wished I hadn’t. The sound came out shrill and hysterical.

Freya looked back at me. “Are you okay, Mum? ‘Cause I really need you to be okay right now.”

I stroked her wet hair. “I’m fine. We’re fine.”

At least, I thought I was fine until something in the tree caught my eye. The large growth in the trunk, the one that everyone said looked like a figure – suddenly it moved, undulating; writhing; convulsing beneath a skin of bark. A green hand emerged, fingers splayed out, beckoning or perhaps summoning, either way straining at the apparent effort. It disappeared back into the tree again.

I rubbed my eyes with the back of a hand and did my best not to completely lose it. “I did not just see that,” I whispered.

Freya pointed to something in the sky. “Is that smoke?”

A strange black cloud was moving towards us fast, and as it twisted and turned I almost mistook it for a flock of birds, until my ears picked up the accompanying droning sound, becoming louder and louder the closer it came.

“Bees…? Are… are those our bees?” I said, confused.

They flew over us at full speed and slammed into some invisible wall, buzzing angrily. A thin, reedy screech filled the air, the sound terrible and primal. The bees surrounded our attacker, hammering into it again and again. An angry bee was something to be respected –  a combined swarm of thirty colonies was an unstoppable apocalypse.

I could see the thing’s shape inside the attacking maelstrom as it thrashed about, its limbs crooked and wiry, movement harsh and mechanical, like some malevolent wooden puppet. It lashed out, knocking scores of the brave insects dead to the ground, only to be replaced by scores more.

Thunder cracked directly overhead, causing Freya and me to flinch. Seconds later the rain lashed down harder than ever. I knew the bees couldn’t cope in a deluge like this for long.

I stood up and pulled Freya with me. “We have to go. Now!”

But it was too late.

The bees broke off their attack and headed back the way they had come, to the safety and shelter of their hives, huge drops of rain pelting them as they went.

“Don’t go!” Freya called after them.

The creature was scuttling towards us, a terrible four limbed spider, still mostly invisible but for the dead bees hanging from its body by their spent stingers, giving me some sense of its shape and form.

I sat back down on the wet ground and pulled Freya with me. “W-we’re not going anywhere, okay?” I told the wretched thing. “Just don’t… don’t hurt my babies.”

The pounding rain began to wash away the dead bees from the creature’s body, and suddenly the thought of it becoming invisible again filled me with terror. It seemed to squat down a few metres away, appraising us perhaps, looking for a weakness, a way to get to Millie. But what was stopping it from attacking us and taking her?

A mother’s unbreakable bond…

I wasn’t sure if that was my own thought, or if something had planted it in my head.

The rain wouldn’t let up. I considered taking off my coat and using it to shelter the four of us, but I wasn’t letting Millie go, and although I could no longer see our attacker, not being able to see anything would’ve been even worse.

We sat on the muddy track with the rain pelting down on us for what seemed like an age, too terrified to move, too scared to call for help. Not that anybody would have heard us out there.

“Next year we’re going to Disney World for the summer holidays,” I said. Freya gave me a weak smile.

My eyes were starting to feel heavy. I might have drifted off. For seconds? Minutes? Hard to tell. My mind and body were doing their best to cope with the stress, trying to shut me down.

“I’m cold, Mummy,” Millie whined.

“I know, baby. I know.”

Was the thing still here? Was it still watching us? Were we going to die?

I wanted to break down and cry, but I needed to be strong for the girls’ sake.

I don’t know how long we’d been sitting there huddled together – wet, shivering and afraid – before I noticed a dark shape moving through the blanket of rain.

Something was coming up the track towards us – a black apparition, indistinct but undeniable. The creature again? Or some new terror come to torment us?

As it approached I could see it more clearly. It wore a long multi layer wax raincoat, the collar pulled up tightly round its neck. Upon its head a wide brimmed rain hat, and black boots on its feet.

The dark spectre came to a halt a few feet away. It opened its arms wide and spoke. “Oh my God! It’s absolutely pissing down!”

Sadie.

Sadie was here.

I burst into tears. “Sadie! It wants Millie! It’s trying to get Millie!”

My friend squatted down next to us and pushed her hat up. I was never so glad to see that beautiful face in all my life.

Billy Buckham strolled over and sat down next to his mistress, my stressed mind barely registering the fact that he was wearing a little tartan raincoat. The big black tomcat leaned forward and gave Bee a single lick on the snout. The puppy shrunk back, unsure what to make of that.

“Isabel’s here, Sadie,” Freya told her teacher.

“I know,” Sadie replied. “I’m going to send her on her way.”

Grateful as I was to see her face, I suddenly realised she couldn’t help us. She was just a school teacher. “Sadie, listen. You have to go and get help. Bring the police. Bring everyone!”

“It’s okay, Georgia. I have this under control.”

“No, no, you don’t understand! It’s a thing. It’s… a fucking poltergeist or something!”

Sadie put her hand on my shoulder. “I’m a witch,” she told me, quite seriously.

I stared at her. “I mean… you can be a bit of a cow sometimes, but ‘witch’ is a bit harsh.”

She smiled at me. “No. I’m a witch. An actual witch. Self-trained, of course.”

Freya gazed up at her teacher with a look of awe. “Are you? Really?”

“Yes. I know it’s hard to believe.”

I took in the sight of Sadie dressed all in black, a wide-brimmed hat perched on her head, black cat by her side. Did she even realise how she was dressed? A hysterical little giggle escaped my mouth.

“Keep it together, Georgia. You’re the only thing protecting Millie right now,” Sadie told me and stood up. Extending her arm, she gestured to the great oak. “Billy. Go!”

Billy Buckham sprinted towards the tree and leaped onto its trunk, clawing his way up and then bounding from branch to branch. I heard an alarmed squawking somewhere amongst the leafy bough and then suddenly it was raining down black feathers.

Our attacker hissed its outrage and adrenaline rushed through me at the sound. It was still here.

Billy jumped down from the tree and calmly strolled back to his mistress.

Sadie approached the ancient oak. “Isabel! Tá bearrán thú! Tá sheol thú! I bind thee! I send thee!” she shouted, bringing her arm downwards in a graceful arc.

I found my feet and stood there, mouth agape. “Oh, this is new. She’s gone completely mad.”

Millie looked back at me with a dopey grin on her face. “Miss Laine’s a witch. That’s so cool!”

“Tá bearrán thú! Tá sheol thú!” Sadie chanted.

“My daughter gets abducted by a demonic tree-dwelling poltergeist, our bees attempt a rescue mission, and now Sadie’s turned into Gandalf with tits. I knew I should have stayed in the city,” I mumbled.

“At least the rain’s stopped,” Millie offered.

“Yeah, every cloud…” I told her.

“Tá bearrán thú! Tá sheol thú!”

Save your words, little witch. Your magic is weak.

Sadie took a step back. “Whoa! She spoke to me.”

“I think she’s over here, Sadie!” Freya cried out.

I couldn’t see it. I could feel it, though – a dark presence all around us. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end.

“Forget about Millie, Isabel,” Sadie told the creature. “Focus on me. Billy’s already killed your familiar. Tá bearrán thú! Tá sheol thú! Bogadh ar aghaidh, spiorad!”

“Are you sure you’re saying it right?” Freya asked.

Sadie gave her a look that could peel paint. “No, Freya Newton. I’ve misread the manual and I’m actually saying, ‘How much is the chicken?’ Yes, I’m saying it right!”

“All right, I was only asking,” Freya grumbled under her breath.

“She’s too focussed on Millie. I can’t bind her like this,” Sadie said, pacing back and forth; chanting her weird chant – Elvish or Klingon or whatever the hell it was. At one point she pulled a small bottle of green powder from her pocket and used it to draw strange symbols upon the tree trunk.

Billy Buckham paced around us all the while, our very own feline sentry. Who on earth takes their cat out for a walk in the middle of a rain storm anyway?

I could hear a faint rumbling in the distance and assumed it was thunder until I narrowed the sound to the field next to us. It was getting louder. Something was headed our way. Something big.

“Get behind me,” I told Freya.

It could have been the Moscow State Circus or a horde of Vikings rushing towards us and I don’t think I would have been any more surprised. My sanity had just about reached its limit.

It was almost as strange.

A huge herd of deer came crashing through the hedge on the outskirts of the field.

“Oh, shit…” I mumbled and hoped to hell they would go around us instead of through us.

They did neither, slowing to a trot and surrounding us instead.

“What are they doing?” Freya said, her arms above her head as the animals brushed past her.

A familiar face approached us and sniffed at Millie: the white roe deer she had met in the forest.

Millie popped her hand out of my coat to stroke its head. “Hello.”

The herd came to a standstill and parted to reveal a large, majestic stag. It stood three or four metres away, appraising us with intelligent eyes, its huge antlers festooned with bracken and moss and fern. The proud creature hoofed the ground and snorted, steamy breath billowing from its nostrils.

“Mr. Dalliard…” Millie whispered, and any other time I might have thought to ask her what she meant by that.

“You need to go, Georgia!” Sadie hollered across the herd.

“I can’t!” I told her. “It attacks us if we try to leave.”

“The deer will protect you. Nothing has more resolute strength than the herd. It’s an impenetrable wall.”

“We can’t leave you here alone!”

“Don’t worry about me, I know what I’m doing. Probably. Now go!”

Give her back to me! 

I took a few tentative steps away from the tree, then a few more, the deer moving with us. The ones on the outskirts kicked out their hind legs at something, and I knew the creature was trying to force its way in. “You better be okay, Sadie!” I shouted to my friend as we moved down the muddy track with the herd.

“Trust me, I’m a witch!” Sadie yelled back.

“Mummy, can I ride on Mr. Dalliard’s back?” Millie asked me from inside my coat.

It was kind of cute she had thought to name the impressive looking stag after our recently departed friend, I guess.

“Let’s not push our luck, Pixie,” I told her.

The herd ushered us down the track towards the main road that ran from our cottage and all the way up to the village green. I won’t lie, they weren’t the most pleasant smelling creatures. Freya held her nose shut the whole way home. Millie surveyed our furry honour guard from the cocoon of my coat with wide eyes, making various chuckles and squeaks of approval. I welcomed her good mood – it told me she was coping with her ordeal. And that, in turn, helped me to stay strong.

I was beyond tired. It seemed as if it were more the deer driving me onwards than my own momentum. Freya looked dead on her feet too – I swear she briefly closed her eyes and fell asleep as she shuffled along with Bee in her arms.

As we moved down the road with the deer, I could see Roy Sutton walking towards us in the opposite direction.

“Oh, great,” I mumbled. It was the very last thing I needed, having to explain why we were caked from head to toe in mud, being escorted by a large herd of deer. “Act naturally, girls.”

“Yeah, he might not notice the massive herd of deer,” Freya replied sarcastically.

I put a friendly hand up and forced a smile. “Evening, Roy. Out for a stroll?”

Roy liked to come round for tea every now and then. I think he fancied himself quite the fashion designer, and often gave the girls woolly hats and cardigans that he’d knitted himself. Sadie and I found his camp humour absolutely hilarious. Understandably, he seemed rather at a loss for words right now, though. He came to a halt and pushed himself up against a hedge as the herd ushered us past. “Uh… yeah. H-how are you?” he asked me with a look of abject confusion.

“Yep. We’re good, thanks. Just… you know… stretching our legs before bedtime.” I did a little jog on the spot to emphasise the point. “You must pop round for tea sometime!”

Roy watched us go by with his mouth open. “Okay, then. That’d be… lovely…?”

“Phew,” I said under my breath. “I think we got away with that.”

We finally made it to the cottage and trudged up the garden path to the back door. One by one, the deer began to break away from the herd and make their way towards the fence that normally enclosed the poppy field but now lay collapsed in a shambles, an early casualty of the storm.

The great stag was the last to leave. As it headed after the rest of the herd, it came to a halt on the edge of the fields to look back at us, then raised its head skywards to let out a deafening bellow. There was triumph in that cry – a celebration of life. And then he was gone – galloping through the red flowers and off into the setting sun.

“Bye, Mr. Dalliard,” Millie said in a quiet voice.

We pulled off our muddy boots, leaving them under the porch, then staggered indoors, coats scattered haphazardly upon the floor. I pushed the girls upstairs and into the bathroom, then cranked on the antiquated shower that hung over the tub. The three of us stripped naked and climbed in, all of us too tired for words. The hot water felt so good I almost cried. Freya slumped down and closed her eyes as I shampooed her hair, and it wasn’t long before a bedraggled looking Millie joined her sister.

Once we were free of mud and grime and the shower had warmed us up somewhat, I dried us off, then ushered the girls into my room, pulling back the quilt so we could climb into bed. They curled up either side of me, and I enfolded them in my arms, kissing each one on the brow. “I love you both so much,” were my only words before sleep took me.

***

I watched Georgia and the girls disappear down the track with their deer escort and shook my head in amazement. “Well, would you look at that, Billy.”

Billy wasn’t easily impressed, though. Besides, he seemed more interested in the huge oak tree.

“Yeah, you’re right. We have a job to do, don’t we?”

I held my arms out and spoke in the Celtic tongue of my ancestors. “Isabel Laine! Tá bearrán thú! Tá sheol thú! I bind thee! I send thee!”

Nothing.

I could feel her near me, taut and spiky, the loss of her crow familiar preventing her from leaving the confines of the great oak.

“Tá bearrán thú! Tá sheol thú! It’s time for you to move on, Isabel.”

What was I doing wrong? True, I hadn’t attempted a sending before, but I was pretty sure this was how you invoked the incantation. The hexes I’d inscribed on the trunk should have helped draw her spirit towards the tree, too. Maybe this was out of my league. I was a self-taught witch, gleaning my knowledge from books, manuscripts and what little information I could obtain from accounts of the golden era of coven-trained professional witchcraft.

“Isabel?”

Silence. I could feel her watching.

“Don’t want to talk to me?”

Maybe it was time to try a different approach.

“Do you know who I am?”

No answer.

“I’m your descendant, Isabel. I’m one of yours.”

She didn’t trust me, I knew. But I did get some sense of her curiosity.

“Let me tell you about Eliza.”

Sorrow at the mention of her little girl’s name. And rage too, that I would dare to utter it.

“They sent her away to become a maid for a wealthy family. Those years were hard for her. But later, she married a blacksmith. He was a good man, kind and loving. They had nine children together, Isabel! Can you imagine such a big family?”

I could feel the sharp edges of her being pulsate with heartache and grief.

“She was happy, Isabel. She had a good life. She found a way to move on. Do you understand?”

I knew this to be true. I’d meticulously researched my family history, but that was only part of it. The ancestral memories of every family member that came before me were locked inside my DNA. All animals have ancestral memories, though most humans are no longer aware of theirs. My Wiccan lineage allowed me to tap into mine, though.

“One of your grandchildren went to live in America and became a great healer. She was a witch too, but I don’t think she ever realised it. Do you know what her name was? Her name was Isabel. Eliza named her after you.”

The pain poured out of her. I couldn’t hear it, but I knew she was sobbing her heart out.

The stormy weather had abated a little and the sun peeked through grey clouds. I took my coat off and used it to kneel on, then removed my rain hat.

“Then there was Aunty Joyce. She was a right tomboy! She used to ride motorbikes and fly aeroplanes. She actually flew in The First World War.”

I felt the edges of her spirit soften slightly.

“Oh, I almost forgot Muriel! She really was a witch. Fully trained and member of a Scottish coven. I loved to hear about her adventures when I was little. She came back here to try and send you on, but I guess she didn’t manage it. Do you remember her?”

She hovered close now, smelling me, tasting my energy. I could feel her touch tingling through my skin, my blood, my bone marrow. She was taking measure of my soul. I’d never felt anything like it.

“And then there’s my mum. She’s… well, she’s Mum. She doesn’t have a clue about her heritage, but I still love her to bits. She makes a mean shepherd’s pie, too!”

Blood of my blood… Bone of my bone…

“Yes, that’s right. I’m one of yours. We all came from you, Isabel. Now shall I tell you about me?”

I glanced down at Billy sitting next to me. You’re doing fine. Carry on, I’d like to think he was saying.

“When I was growing up, you were an amusing little family secret. Old Isabel the witch, hung from a tree, ooooh! Spooky! But I didn’t find it funny at all. I thought it was so sad. I could feel your pain, you see. And Eliza’s, too. And I knew something was wrong, so I came here to look for you. I took back the old family name and taught myself witchcraft. I found your old cottage in the woods, where you and little Eliza lived together. And I tried to send you on. Not to punish you, Isabel. Not to hurt you. I tried to help you move on so you could let go of that pain and sorrow – So you could be free of it.”

Eliza… my sweet child…

“You weren’t at your cottage though, were you? You were here, locked inside this tree. I’m not sure how you managed to tether yourself here, but it’s time to let go now, Isabel. Eliza moved on. She was happy in her life. And now she’s out there somewhere waiting for you. So let go, Isabel. Let go. Tá bearrán thú… Tá sheol thú… Mother, Sister, Daughter… be at peace…”

I felt her anger and grief evaporate, and suddenly I saw an image in my mind’s eye: Isabel and her little girl Eliza hanging out the washing together, laughing and chatting. Then the memory was gone.

Isabel’s spirit drifted away from me and towards the tree, binding itself to the great oak’s structure, intertwining with its atoms. Then all at once, she rose up through the great trunk, out into the branches and up again into its leafy canopy before finally dispersing into the sky, up and up to wherever it was the spirit goes.

And then she was gone. I couldn’t feel her presence anymore.

I wiped tears from my eyes. “Did we do it, grumpy boy? Did we send her on her way?”

Billy meowed at me.

“Yeah, I think we did.” Letting out a big breath, I gazed up into the sky. “I hope you find each other.”

I didn’t know what was waiting out there for Isabel. The universe was as much a mystery to witches as it was to regular folk. “Let’s go and see if Georgia and the girls got home safely,” I said to Billy, and was about to head down the path towards the Newton cottage when something stopped me in my tracks.

I regarded the ancient tree and the strange human-shaped growth in its trunk, the one that local legends told was a Dryad. Somewhere in the deepest recesses of my ancestral DNA, an elusive memory resided, just out of reach. Or if not a memory, then the echo of one. I had known of these tree nymphs once.

I cleared my throat and put on my best telephone voice. “Hello? Your Ladyship?” Quite honestly, I felt a bit daft talking to a tree.

Either I wasn’t worthy, or the Dryads were long gone from this world. If she was in there, I wondered why she hadn’t helped us. Perhaps she had in some way – something had warned me that Georgia and the girls were in trouble, after all.

“Fair enough, then,” I conceded.

Billy and I left the great oak and its elusive nymph alone and made our way towards Beekeeper Cottage.

***

I opened my eyes to find Sadie perched on my vanity chair. I exhaled a startled gasp and sat up in bed.

My friend put both hands up, as if surrendering. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I let myself in.”

I shook my head, trying to clear the cobwebs away. “How long have you been there?”

“Oh, all night. I didn’t want to wake you.”

“What time is it?” I asked her.

“Early morning. The sun’s not up yet.”

The girls were still tucked under my arms and fast asleep, their heads against my breasts.

“I’m glad you’re okay,” I told Sadie. “I was worried.”

“I’m fine. How’re you all doing? Anyone hurt?”

I shook my head. “Some cuts and bruises, nothing serious. Bee’s injuries looked worse than they were. I’ll need to take her to the vet to get her checked over, though.”

“That’s good to hear.”

There was more to say, of course there was. But I didn’t know where to begin, and my mind didn’t want to go there. So we just kind of stared at one another until Sadie, clearly feeling awkward, stood up. “I… I should go. Could do with some shuteye myself.”

“You’re not going anywhere,” I told her.

“I’m not?”

I pulled back the quilt, inviting her into my bed. “I want you here. We want you here.”

“My clothes are all mucky.”

“So take them off.”

She rolled her eyes at me, then shed her clothes. Letting her knickers drop to the floor, she climbed in next to Freya. “It’s a bit of a squeeze, isn’t it?”

I kissed her on the mouth. “Did you get rid of it? Is it gone?” I needed to know.

She nodded at me. “She’s gone. I’m so sorry, Georgia. I should have told you. I should have explained. If I’d known Millie was in danger—”

I touched her lips with my fingertips and shook my head. “I wouldn’t have believed you – not until I’d seen it with my own eyes.” Another thing occurred to me. “How did you know we were at the tree?”

“Something told me you were in trouble. The Dryad, maybe. I’m not sure.”

That led to more questions, and Sadie did her best to explain it all to me. How she came from an ancient line of witches who could use the memories of ancestors to keep their gifts and skills alive. About how her family had almost forgotten its heritage, until she taught herself the Wiccan arts and changed her name back to Laine – “There’s power in names,” she told me.

And about Isabel and her daughter Eliza, her ancestors from the 17th century. How they fell foul of the witch hunts of the time. How they took Isabel away from her little girl and hung her from the old oak tree.

She told me about Millie’s gifts, too. Of her natural affinity with nature and her ability to communicate with animals on some level. And how she could tap into places of spiritual energy and see things others couldn’t. Sadie told me my daughter needed help to control those powers.

I stroked my little girl’s hair as she slept. “Oh, Millie. Why couldn’t you just have head lice like all the other kids?”

It was all so much for me to take in. But I knew one thing: I needed Sadie. I felt safe with her around. And she had gone and made me fall in love with her, the cow. Dirty trick. Never saw that coming.

Even with all that to think about, somehow I drifted back to sleep again. When next I awoke, I found Millie sucking on my nipple like a baby.

She gave me an abashed glance. “I was going to ask… but you were asleep.”

Sadie was propped up on an elbow behind Freya, watching us. I could see her hips moving against my older daughter’s bum.

“Mum, look,” Freya said and craned her neck back to share a very grown-up kiss with her teacher.

I spat on the palm of my hand and reached down to spread the saliva over my mons, then Millie’s. Pulling her on top of me, I cupped her bottom and let my pussy glide against hers while she suckled on my breast.

Sadie reached round to explore Freya’s folds with her fingers. “Well, someone seems to be getting excited,” she murmured, and nuzzled my daughter’s neck.

Freya succumbed to a fit of the giggles, squirming against her teacher’s touch but then surrendering herself back into Sadie’s embrace.

I wasn’t sure if this was a good time to be doing this with the girls, so soon after the trauma we had experienced the night before. Somehow it felt right, though – a sexual healing, a reaffirming of bonds.

“Put a finger inside her,” I told Sadie. She opened her mouth in mock surprise, then slipped her middle finger into my daughter’s cunt. Freya raised one knee, giving her teacher full access and me a better view.

As I watched Sadie having fun with my eldest, I began grinding myself against Millie, her puffy mound exquisite against my hot cunt. Licking a finger, I pushed it between her arse cheeks and discovered a moist little pucker. I gently teased my way in, probing tentatively to see how she would react.

Millie pulled her mouth away from my nipple with a pop and gazed up at me, a surprised look on her face. “That’s my bum.”

“I know it is. Shall I stop?”

Millie shook her head.

“Can I put it in a little bit more?”

A little grin and a nod of the head gave me my answer. I eased my finger further inside, up to the first knuckle. That was enough for such a little girl, I decided, and began sliding it in and out.

“So nasty,” Sadie groaned as she spooned Freya, her fingers gliding through my older daughter’s slit.

“Let me taste her,” I told my lover.

Sadie  withdrew her hand from between Freya’s legs and brought it to my mouth. I could detect the faint aroma of my little girl on her fingers as I sucked them clean.

I kissed Millie, my tongue parting her mouth gently, and when finally I broke away, my seven-year-old declared, “You’re getting quite good at that, Mummy!”

Sadie brushed her lips across my daughter’s ear. “Freya…”

“Hmm?” Freya replied, still pushing her bum back against her teacher’s groin.

“Feed me your pussy,” Sadie growled, lying back as Freya climbed over her. “No – the other way, honey.”

Freya twisted herself round and slung a leg over Sadie’s head, then both of them were mouth to pussy. Sadie prised my daughter’s bum cheeks apart and held them open, her eyes hungry for the hot pink treasures on display.

“Goodness me,” my friend gushed. “Such sweet little confections.”

“Are you gonna lick me?” a grinning Freya asked her teacher.

“That’s exactly what I’m going to do, Freya Newton. And you can lick my pussy while I lick yours.”

My cunt throbbed to hear my friend speaking so lewdly to my little girl. I pulled Millie against me, grinding myself on her with increased urgency. “Look what Miss Laine’s doing,” I murmured as Sadie snaked her tongue through Freya’s slit and up further through her anus, where she lingered, flickering over the taut rosebud. “They’re being very naughty, aren’t they?”

“Don’t do a fart on Miss Laine!” Millie squealed.

I gave her bum a light swat. “Shhh. Don’t spoil the moment.”

Freya feasted on her teacher’s cunt, pausing once to thrust a finger inside. She seemed to take great pleasure in the sight of it sliding in and out.

“Gosh, your daughter smells incredible, Georgia,” Sadie told me as she supped from my daughter’s holes.

“Hey, Pixie,” I said to Millie, “why don’t you lie on top of me like Freya’s doing with Sadie, but the other way round?”

“On my back?”

“Yeah, that’s it.” I had her recline against my body, pulling her up far enough so her pussy was in my face. Holding her legs apart, I licked up and down her bare slit, the taste deliciously sweet and sour against my tongue.

Millie sucked her thumb as she watched me eat her out, seemingly unaware of how that innocent gesture added fuel to the fire.

“Give your sister a nice kiss,” I told her.

She broke into a grin. “Freya? Mummy wants us to do a kiss, okay?”

Freya looked up from between Sadie’s legs. “Huh? Oh, okay,” she said and leaned over towards her sister.

They both giggled, then poked their tongues out comically. But as they gazed into each other’s eyes, their smiles evaporated and I observed some emotion pass between them, until Freya wrapped her arms around her little sister and declared, “I love you so much, Millie! I’m really glad the tree didn’t eat you, okay?!”

“Th-thanks?” a surprised Millie replied, then the two of them met in a passionate exchange of kisses.

Sadie and I kissed too. I thought I could detect the subtle mushroomy notes of my little girl’s arsehole on her tongue.

“I can taste Miss Laine’s kitty,” Millie told her sister, mirroring my own thoughts.

I needed to taste Millie’s arse for myself. Lifting her legs up, I spread the cheeks of her bum apart. Her little rosebud winked at me, inviting me to play. I bathed it with my tongue, exploring my seven-year-old’s most private of places, then drew the coppery taste back into my mouth.

“Dirty mummy,” Sadie hissed at me as I rimmed my little girl.

“Let’s make them come,” I said to my friend and lover. We lashed our tongues against the girls’ hairless pussies, spreading them open, nuzzling on their clits until the both of them, writhing against us, burst into spasms of ecstasy.

Freya cried out as she rode her climax to its inevitable conclusion.

Millie squirmed against me as I teased out her orgasm. “Mmm… I just luuurve wriggly little pink cuties for my breakfast!” I cooed at her, rubbing her tummy.

“I think it’s the big girls’ turn to come now,” Sadie declared.

We got the girls on all fours while we rubbed ourselves against their bums, me with Freya and Sadie with Millie.

Sadie humped my youngest, slapping against her backside. “Yeah, gonna fuck you, little girl. Gonna rub my cunt on your sweet little arse.”

The aroma of our lovemaking hung heavy in the room – a potent, heady musk that seeped into my very being, fuelling my arousal. I breathed it in, grinding my sopping bush up and down Freya’s bum, eyes glued to Sadie as she fucked my seven-year-old.

“Say it, Millie. Say ‘Fuck me, Miss Laine’,” Sadie told my daughter.

Millie looked to me for approval. “Am I allowed to, Mummy?” she asked, her voice a comical warble as Sadie rode her.

“Yeah, say it, baby. I bet you’ll make Sadie come nice and hard if you do,” I told her.

Millie looked back at Sadie and grinned. “Fuck me, Miss Laine!” she shouted and then poked her tongue out at her teacher.

“What a naughty little girl,” Sadie whimpered. “I – I should give you detention. But I think I’m going to come all over your cute bottom instead. Ah! Fuck!” She ground out her orgasm, leaving a portion of Millie’s bum glistening with a milky glaze. Drawing my youngest close, Sadie planted tender kisses upon her neck. “Oh, Millie Newton… you’re such a little sexpot.”

Raising myself from Freya’s bum, I shoved two fingers into my cunt and hammered them in and out, using the other hand to strum my engorged clit. “Mummy’s gonna come on you!” I cried, then exploded into a shuddering climax, spraying fluids over my older daughter’s arse and lower back.

Dazed and out of breath, I offered my wet fingers to Freya, who took them into her mouth. “Taste Mummy’s pussy,” I murmured. “Good girl.”

As the four of us collapsed in a tangle of sweaty limbs, I turned to Sadie and kissed her passionately. “Thank you,” I told her.

“What for?” she asked, her breathing laboured.

“Everything.”

***

We all dressed and headed downstairs to find Billy Buckham sitting in Bee’s bed in the kitchen. The puppy sat a safe distance away and whined as she regarded the big tomcat mournfully. Billy stared back with hard eyes that clearly conveyed, This is my bed now. Deal with it.

Sadie touched me on the shoulder. “I need to make one last visit. Will you and the girls come with me?”

“To the tree?” I slowly shook my head. “I can’t go back there, Sadie.”

“Not the tree… though you will need to face it one day. I meant Isabel’s house in the woods.”

“I really don’t want to,” I told her. “I won’t put the girls in any more danger.” All the awful memories of the night before came rushing back to me.

Sadie held my hand. “She’s gone, Georgia. I promise you she has. I need you to see who she was. And you need to face your fears while they’re still fresh, otherwise they’ll fester inside you.”

I looked into her eyes. She was right. If I didn’t venture out now while the trauma was still raw, I might be stuck in this house forever, a frightened recluse.

Steeling myself, I gave Sadie a single nod before my courage could fail me.

She nodded back. “Good. Wellies on, girls! We’re going for a nice walk.”

We headed out and strolled through the poppy field. The storm had done a fair amount of damage, and what the storm started the herd of deer had finished, flattening many of the red flowers when they stampeded through. It suddenly occurred to me – I didn’t have a clue who actually owned the field. Was it part of our land, or one of the neighbouring farmers? I couldn’t recall anyone planting them. Presumably someone would come to harvest what remained of the poppies at some point.

It was a beautiful day. Last night’s storm had blown over and the sun blazed overhead, evaporating puddles and infusing the surrounding countryside with its life-affirming glow. If it wasn’t for the broken tree limbs and occasional toppled fence, I never would’ve believed there had been a storm at all.

I was glad I’d decided to come out. I could feel my spirits lift. The girls ran ahead as we strolled through the forest, wood pigeons and cuckoos filling the air with their sweet summer songs.

We found our way to the remains of the old hut. I hung back and put my arms round the girls, my protective instinct kicking in.

Sadie inspected the brown mushy remains of the toadstools that, not long ago, had festooned this place. “This is good. The mushrooms dying means there’s no magic left here to sustain them.”

“Scarlet elf cups aren’t supposed to grow in the summer,” I told her.

Sadie grinned at me. “Exactly. It was Isabel’s power keeping them alive. Some small part of her still inhabited this place. It was home, after all.”

“She lived here with her daughter?” I asked, recalling what Sadie had told me earlier about her ancestor.

“Yep. Just a mother and her little girl. Cooking and cleaning, tending to their vegetables, making herbal remedies,” Sadie told me. She smiled, but I saw sadness there. “Hanging out the washing together…”

I let the girls go, and they went to inspect the old fireplace with Bee and Billy.

“She was just a normal mum, Georgia. She didn’t deserve what happened to her. It wasn’t her fault.”

I nodded. I had no sympathy for the thing that had tried to hurt my little girl, but I could empathise with Isabel the mother, trying her best to etch out a life for herself and her little girl in a harsh, less forgiving time.

Sadie gave Millie and Freya each a single poppy. “Place them inside the fireplace, girls,” she told them and they made an offering of the crimson flowers, carefully laying them down. “Who can tell me another name for ‘fireplace’?”

“Radiator?” Millie offered.

“Good try, but no. Freya?”

“Um… stove?”

“Another good effort, but not quite. ‘Hearth’ is another word we can use. And I bet you can guess where the word ‘hearth’ comes from.”

“Heart,” both girls chimed together.

“That’s right. And we call it that because the fireplace is the heart of the home. That’s why we place the flowers here, as an offering to the heart.”

“Are you really a witch, Miss Laine?” Millie asked her teacher.

“I really am, Millie Newton, although ‘Witch’ seems a bit old-fashioned. I was thinking of something a little more up to date. How about ‘Special Earth Magic and Mystic Arts Operative’?”

“I like ‘witch’ better,” Freya decided.

“Me too,” agreed Millie.

“Uh… yeah, I’d stick with the old favourite, I think,” I concurred.

“Can I be your apprentice, please?” Millie inquired politely.

“Hmm.” Sadie put a hand to her chin to ponder that little bombshell. “I’m quite a new witch, you know. Not sure I’m ready to train anyone just yet.” She looked Millie up and down, appraising her. “Someone needs to give you some guidance, though. Those powers of yours are going to get you into trouble otherwise.” Hands on her hips, Sadie gave Millie a single nod. “Very well, Millie Newton. You can be my witch’s apprentice. Just don’t tell anyone.”

“Oh, yay!” Millie squealed, jumping up and down.

Freya looked a little crestfallen. I put my arm around her. “Do you want to be Sadie’s apprentice, too?” I asked her.

She shrugged and gazed forlornly down at her feet. “I’d like to, but I’m not really good at anything, am I?”

“Freya Newton!” Sadie boomed.

“Yes, miss!” Freya responded, standing to attention.

“Parsley. Tell me what it’s good for.”

“Er… it’s good for bones and eyesight and… it’s also antibacterial. It can help prevent cancer as well, I think.”

“Correct. Herbs are a vital tool in the witch’s arsenal, and you’re becoming quite the expert. I think I’ll take you as my apprentice, too.”

“Oh. Thanks,” Freya said, trying to play it cool, as if somehow we couldn’t all see the huge delighted grin on her face. I swept my daughter’s hair back and smiled at her.

As the girls chattered away excitedly, we left the remains of the old hut behind and made our way back home.

“School starts again Monday morning, girls,” Sadie told them. “I’ll expect you there bright and early.”

“Yes, Miss Laine,” the girls chanted.

The summer holidays were almost over. What a strange few weeks it had been. Tree nymphs and dark spirits, ancient oaks and mysterious ruins in the woods.

And sexy games. Wonderful erotic sexy games with my kooky, witchy friend and my two beautiful little girls.

As we strolled down the track towards home, I glanced back at the forest. Isabel had moved on. I think it was about time I did too. No more guilt. No more mourning the past.

I touched the back of Sadie’s neck, stroking her there. “Hey.”

“Hmm?”

One final leap. Do it. No regrets. “Um… D’ya wanna be my girlfriend?”

Sadie came to a halt with a look of comical surprise etched upon her face. “Oh. Well. I’ve never had a beekeeper girlfriend before.”

I shrugged. “That’s okay, I’ve never had a witch girlfriend.”

She kissed me on the lips. “Yes, Georgia Newton. I think I’d like to be your girlfriend very much.”

I put my arms around her, and together we shared a deep, affectionate kiss, and in that kiss I knew we were bound as lovers.

“Ooooooooh!” the girls cooed at us, and Millie cried, “Mummy and Miss Laine, sitting in a tree! K-I-S-S-I-N-G!”

“Come here!” Sadie cackled, chasing after them. “I’m gonna turn you both into newts!”

We ran after the giggling girls. Down the dirt track and through the field of poppies. Back to the wildflower meadow where the bees and the butterflies toiled away. Back to the orchard and my beloved apiary. Back to our little beekeeper’s cottage.

Back where the honey flows.

The End

                                                     

Millie and Freya Newton opened the garden gate and strolled up to their cottage after a busy day at school. It was their first day back after the summer holidays, and the first day was always tiring.

Their mother Georgia opened the door for them, as she did every school day. “Yes? Can I help you?” she asked them.

Freya sighed. “Not this again.”

Millie giggled. “We actually live here.”

Georgia frowned and put a hand on her chin. “I think you must have the wrong house. I don’t remember sharing my cottage with two little girls.”

“I’m Millie and that’s Freya,” Millie explained.

“Nope, it’s not ringing any bells,” Georgia insisted.

“Well, can we come in for a bit and have some dinner?” Freya asked.

Georgia thought about that. “Hmm… I suppose you can stay for an hour or two.”

“That’s very kind of you, madam! Fank yoo!” Millie said, prancing indoors.

The girls put their school bags down, took their shoes off, and then made their way into the kitchen for a pre-dinner snack.

Millie picked something up from the dining table. “Mummy, what’s this?”

Georgia inspected the object. “It’s an acorn. A very large acorn. Good find, Pixie.”

“I didn’t find it. It was on the table.”

“Well, I didn’t put it there. Freya?”

“It wasn’t me,” Freya replied. “Is it supposed to be that big?”

“I’ve never seen an acorn that big, I have to say. It’s such a deep green, too,” their mum told them.

Wearing frowns, Georgia and the girls regarded the impressive-looking acorn and then each other. Soon enough, smiles slowly crept onto their faces.

The Dryad was finally free of the dark power that had infested the great oak tree for nearly four hundred years. Surely, this was her gift to the Newton family and the young witch, Sadie Laine: this jewel of an acorn. New life, new beginnings – a seed of possibilities.

“Oh…!” the three of them chorused together in amazement.

by Kinkychic

I did tell Mother that Chantelle had called and no, she had not told me what she wanted, and yes, I had looked after her properly. That almost made me smile too much, but I managed to keep my naughty secret.

I never did learn what Chantelle had wanted to see my mother about – not that it mattered to me. All I could think about was seeing her again, though “seeing” was too weak a word for my intentions. Thoughts of her and what we had done filled my every waking moment.

I quickly realised that I was most likely only one of her many lovers, but that did not concern me in the slightest. I knew only that I wanted to hold those lovely breasts again.

Then one day Mother came home in a foul mood. I could hear her banging and swearing – words I had never heard from her before. I covered myself in my bedclothes and pretended I was fast asleep.

The next day, I could not help but notice the strange looks she gave me. I waited for her to say something, but she just seemed to build up to a bad mood again.

Finally, I could no longer stand it. “Mother,” I said, “what have I done wrong? I can’t imagine what I’ve done, but it must be something bad. Please tell me.”

That seemed to calm her down. She said for me to sit. “The lady who called – her name is Chantelle – she has been talking about you, quite a lot actually.”

I felt myself colour, but she did not notice, as her eyes were fixed on her hands squeezed together in her lap.

“Why would she talk about me? I don’t understand.”

Now, she looked up at me, “Do you know what work I do? Have you figured it out?”

I found that I could not look directly at her when I answered. “Yes, I know, Mother. Is that all you’ve been worrying about? You shouldn’t, you know, because I don’t mind. I know you’ve done what you had to do, and that it must be hard for you. But I know that I’ve been fortunate. I have a good mother, so much better than some I know about.”

She took my hand before she spoke again. “You can’t know how relieved I am to hear that, but no, it’s not really what’s been upsetting me. I’ve had a huge row with Chantelle. I even told her that I was leaving, but she asked me not to be too hasty, and to go away and have a think. Well, I have, and I’ve decided to tell you what she has had to say.”

She looked to me for any reaction, but I kept a straight face, even though I did not know what to think.

Very hesitantly, she asked, “I want to ask you, have you had any… Oh God, I’m sorry, I don’t know how to word this really. Have you had sex relations with anybody? Do you even know what I’m talking about?” She had now watched me closely. “It’s all right, you don’t need to answer if you don’t want to. I can see that you have. I can see by the way you’ve coloured.”

I watched the turmoil on her face. She was thinking furiously. Then there was a look of realisation. “She’s talked about you so much – it’s Chantelle, isn’t it? I can see now. What did she do? Did she force you? That’s it, it must be.”

I felt like crying, but I took a deep breath. “No, she didn’t force me, not into anything,” I said. “She was lovely, and I was willing, so very willing. I could love her, but I know that’s silly. But I would do anything she asked me if it meant that I could be with her again.”

Mother was crying softly, and she looked very sad. “I’ve not been a good mother, so how can I be cross with you? I just worried that you’d been hurt.”

“Oh, Mother, you’ve been so wonderful. I already said that I don’t care what you do. Have I been hurt? No, I haven’t. I’ve never been happier. Will you tell me what Chantelle has said?”

She still looked uncertain, but she appeared to be looking at me in a different way now. She had clearly come to a decision. “Did Chantelle ask you to call on her? Be honest. I won’t be cross with you.”

“Yes, she did,” I confessed, “and I’ve been wanting to, but it hasn’t been possible – not yet.”

“We argued because it’s not just that she wants to see you,” Mother continued. “She wants you to come and work for her as well. It shocked me badly, but then she told me that you weren’t as naïve as I thought. Can that be true?”

I was stunned. Yes, I wanted to see her – to touch her and kiss her and lick her endlessly – but to work for her? No, I did not want that. I despised the drunken men that constantly tried to grope me in the streets, and I had no wish to service such beasts.

Mother must have seen my look of disgust. “I didn’t make that very clear, did I? She doesn’t want you to go with the men customers. She wants you for just a few special ladies. She thought that you might be happy with that, and of course, the money would be very good.”

I know I smiled then. This was different, and the mere thought excited me. I could like that, and I would even be paid to indulge my newly awakened desires. I would be rich.

“I think that I’m old enough to know what I want now, don’t you think so?” I said. “Men disgust me – but the ladies, I think I might like that. Would you be cross with me? I want to be with Chantelle, but I wouldn’t do any more, unless you give me your blessing.”

She held out her hands to me. “Come here my sweet. You’ve grown up, and I didn’t see.” We cuddled with each other. “It’s for you to decide, not I, and I shall try and be happy with whatever you do.”

It was then that I first felt myself to be a woman – young, perhaps, but empowered to make my own choices. I held my mother to me. “Thank you,” I said. “Thank you for letting me grow up.”

***

I wore the most sumptuous new gown, one that Mother had bought me. She had restyled my hair, which was piled high for the first time. I stood before the mirror, astounded at the sight. I actually looked and felt grown up. The dress exposed the very top of my modest bosom. I was not yet endowed to the degree of my mother and Chantelle, but still, I looked so very alluring. Not quite a woman, but certainly quite a tempting young girl.

Mother stood behind me, looking almost as if she were going to cry. “My God, Frances, you look so beautiful, so very grown-up. Hug me for a minute while I say goodbye to my baby.”

I gave her a little kiss. “Mother, I’m Francine now. Frances is gone. Please don’t be sad. I’m not.”

***

I knocked twice, just as Chantelle had instructed me, and the door opened almost at once. The giant of a man was there, glaring at me. Involuntarily, I took a step back. His face was a mess of scars, with a horribly bent nose and one eye half-shut.

I recovered myself and handed him the card Chantelle had given me. It vanished in his massive hand, but then he smiled at me. The smile completely changed his face, and I saw the kindness he kept hidden beneath his disfigurement. “I guess you be Francine?” he asked in a deep American drawl I barely understood.

He cocked his head as the sound of an argument between two drunken Frenchmen reached us from the front porch. “Dang varmints, always arguing about going back to France. Whyn’t they just git? Should know better’n to be here, makes the boss mad.” The next thing I saw, the giant was half-carrying, half dragging them both by the scruff of the neck. When he was far enough away, he gave them each a mighty kick which sent them sprawling into the street. “Now don’t you be lettin’ me see you ag’in!” he called after them.

He walked back, shaking his head, but he was laughing merrily. He opened the door before beckoning me inside. “This way, Missy. Mah name is Will’em, by the way. Folks call me Bill.” He led me to the most gorgeous garden I had ever seen. A mass of flowering shrubs and small trees provided shade, a fountain tinkled merrily in the sunlight, and golden fish darted about in the pool.

Here I saw Chantelle again for the first time since our initial meeting. My heart leaped. She was so much more beautiful than I remembered. “Will she still like me?” was all I could think.

I stopped in front of her as she regarded me. Then she slowly clapped her hands. “Magnifique!” she exclaimed. “Tout à fait magnifique!” Though my French was poor, I knew what she meant. I never felt more pleased with myself than I did at that moment.

She gestured for me to come and sit by her side. “So, Marianna – I mean your mother – has spoken to you, and here you are and you are not upset with me, at what I plan for you?”

How could I tell her how excited I was with the whole idea? And so I did not try. Instead, I merely answered, “Just so long as I get to spend some time with you. That’s all I want.” I thought for a moment. “And if you promise you won’t ask me to go with any men, not for any price.”

She laughed – the first time I’d heard her laugh out loud, and it was music to my ears. “Oh, my little Francine. You’re far too precious to waste on the men. Don’t you worry your little head. That will never happen. Certainly not until you are much older, and only then if you say so.”

She rang a bell that had been standing on the small table next to her. A pretty young Negress came rushing over so fast that she must have been waiting, ready to be called. “Daphné, will you fetch some champagne, my sweet? A good one for my special guest.”

I’d heard of champagne, but I had never seen it, let alone tasted it. I knew that like anything French, it must cost a fortune due to the interdiction of trade by the British navy. There was only what was brought in from France by those sea captains brave or foolhardy enough to run the blockade.

I almost jumped out of my skin when the girl popped the cork, and I watched in amazement at the bubbles that sparkled in the golden wine.

Chantelle passed me a glass, but she did not drink. “So, Francine, do you come and work for me?” she said. “Not too often, just enough for a few certain ladies. Tell me what you think.”

I tried hard to be an adult. “Yes, Madame, just so long as you are also my Chantelle sometimes.”

“Très bon. So now we drink a toast, to my beautiful Francine, and a very rewarding future for both of us.”

I almost sneezed when the bubbles skittered up my nose, but I also knew that from this moment on, I would forever love champagne. Never could I have imagined such a glorious thing to drink. I saw the amusement in Chantelle’s eyes as she watched me. She wasn’t being cruel. She merely enjoyed watching me experience a newfound, worldly pleasure.

“I think that maybe we have a little bit of teaching to do before you are ready. I will enjoy that.” She got to her feet. “Bring your wine with you. I think perhaps we should go to my bedroom and begin our lessons, yes?”

The room to which she led me made me gasp – not only for its lush femininity, but also for the most glorious and colourful drapes that hung at the windows and around the most capacious bed I had ever seen. But it was the paintings on the walls that captured my attention most intensely. All were of women, most without any clothes. Some embraced one another in the most suggestive poses. Others were engaged in behaviours that I would have, only a few weeks ago, regarded as quite rude. I could have learned my lessons merely by studying what these paintings portrayed.

Chantelle brought my wandering mind back to the matter at hand. “Come, my love, you will have plenty of time to study those later. Now I want to see you undress for me. This is your first lesson. I want you to imagine a lady sitting here. Your aim is to excite her, arouse her. You have to be teasing and erotic in the way you undress. It is not easy at first, but don’t be shy. Be proud of yourself and your body. Show me what you can do.”

Perhaps it was the champagne, but more likely, it was that I desired to please her. I wanted her to find me worthy, and at that moment I truly did feel beautiful. I was already aroused from my proximity to her, and from inspecting her unusual art collection.

I believed that I managed to give her an erotic and exciting tease in the way I slowly removed my clothes. She certainly smiled all the time. When I was naked, I stood in what I thought was an inviting pose. She clapped, and then laughed. I was uncertain whether I should be proud or embarrassed.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I wasn’t making fun of you,” she said. “It was actually a much better first time than most of the girls who come here. But now you sit and I will show you. You must study and learn.”

I wasn’t at all prepared for the demonstration she gave me. Slowly, I began to understand what an erotic tease really was, with glimpses of things to come that yet remained obscured. She built my expectations, and my arousal. I felt the tingle in my cunt, along with the growing moisture. My nipples grew hard, jutting from my breasts without even being touched.

When she had dropped the last item, her back was toward me, but she had turned her head to look over her shoulder. I tore my eyes away from her beautifully rounded backside, and, looking up, the side of a breast just showing, and the provocative look on her face.

She turned full about and pointed at my privates. “You see, mon cherie, how you are aroused. I can see your pussy is wet, even from here.”

My pussy? For just a moment I thought, “I didn’t bring a cat with me,” but then I knew she meant my slit. I had never heard it called that before. Such a nice name, I thought as I looked down. She was right, though. I was quite damp, almost dripping.

She had walked toward me as she spoke before pushing me back onto the bed. She lifted my legs, and placed them over her shoulders, her head between my legs, her eyes fixed on mine.

“Now I taste my little Francine to see how sweet you are.”

I could only stare as her lips embraced my slit. No not my slit –  my pussy. First, she kissed me, but then I felt, although I could not see, the probing of her tongue. The last time, I had loved her fingers, but this was altogether something more. A small shriek escaped my mouth. My body was on fire.

For a moment she raised her head. “Oh yes, you will be a clit girl, I can see that,” she said. Then she went back to sucking me there, while her fingers roamed about, causing the most extraordinary sensations. I was ecstatic, wondering where she would touch me next.

Without warning, I was fast approaching the explosive moment. I did not want to finish, not yet, but I could not stop it. I had lost control over my body as I writhed and thrashed about.

My body, my mind, my entire being was in thrall to her expert touch. I was barely aware of what I felt, as it was beyond my experience. My mind exploded, and I felt my body striving, reaching – but for what? I could not know. Then came the glory, the most concentrated feeling of joy I could imagine. I was coming wildly, far in excess of what I had experienced our first time.

Chantelle spoke to me, and I struggled to follow her words. “… most forceful orgasm for such a young thing. You must learn to make it last, to have some control, though I do see that my ladies are going to love you.”

When I had recovered myself, we drank some more champagne. We kissed. We touched each other. Chantelle poured the sparkling wine on my bosom and my pussy, then licked and sucked it from me. Little things I needed to learn, she told me. Finally, we made real love. No lesson, but only our need.

I visited the Palacio three afternoons a week. I was introduced to a few of the girls, all much older than myself. I was the only real child. One other, who had been thirteen, had run off with a sea captain. But I did notice one of the girls, who was perhaps fifteen. She seemed to take a special interest in me. Was it because we were closer in age? Or did she want something more? Her smile seemed to convey such thoughts, but I averted my eyes from her.

The girls were of many differing nationalities and shades of color, but beautiful without exception, and all quite aware of their sexual power. Much to my delight, I was propositioned several times. I knew I was going to love it here at the Palacio.

I was disappointed with the salon, however, when I had a chance to look around. It was much rougher than I’d expected, considering how posh the Palacio was reputed to be. The furniture was of poor quality, the decoration almost nonexistent. It was like any other drinking bar, not that I’d ever been inside very many. It was just that I had expected something much more comfortable.

Chantelle saw that I was unimpressed. When the introductions were over, she beckoned me to follow her upstairs. “You don’t seem to think much of what you have seen,” she began. “Let me explain.”

She told me that since the Palacio was built on a hill, the ground floor was split into two levels. When she had first taken over as madame, her clientele had been different than it was today.

The lower salon in those days was for the common soldier or citizen, and as such, it was quite basic in both decor and furnishings. Fights were a regular occurrence, and there was little point in anything more expensive. Like most bars, the Palacio’s was just large enough to be cleared quickly whenever a brawl broke out. Bill had intervened in many such fights, hurling the combatants a short, convenient distance to the street.

We approached two ornate doors of frosted glass. “Now you will see, my angel,” Chantelle said.

I stopped in my tracks and stared in awe. This was what I had expected. The upper salon could not have been more different than the dive below. A separate entrance led to these plush surroundings from the street. Everything was decorated in the French manner. Thick, richly brocaded drapes hung everywhere. Paintings adorned the walls, and some looked to be quite expensive. The lighting was subdued, enhancing the intimate atmosphere. The sofas were plush and overstuffed – some arranged in such a manner to create discreetly private nooks, others standing in the open, allowing the girls to display themselves to prospective clients.

Oh, yes. Now I was impressed.

My sessions with Chantelle continued to be wonderful as she tutored me in the art of seducing and giving pleasure to other women.

I saw the older girl again, smiling at me in the same way she had when we first met. I felt she wished to speak with me, but we did not have the opportunity. I found myself wanting to meet her, perhaps to grow fully acquainted.

Bill, I discovered, was a wonderfully kind-hearted person, big and ugly as he was. One day, as he was walking me home, I plucked up the courage to ask him how he had come to be so badly scarred.

He told me he had been a riverboat captain and then a prizefighter. One day another giant of a man, also a riverboat captain, although not from this area, said to him, “I’ve been looking for you, Bill Tucker. I heard you’re good, but I don’t see nothin’ so special about you.” Bill slowly lowered his stein of beer and looked up at the stranger. He gave the man a shrug, then turned away.

The stranger persisted. “We fight, you and me, boats put up as prize,” he said.

The fight lasted an hour and a half. Both men were a battered and bloody mess, each barely able to raise his fist. Only then, finally, when both were on their knees, still exchanging blows, did Chantelle put an end to the contest. “Enough, it is a draw,” she said. Bill guessed that someone had earned a fortune that day, as no one had bet on a stalemate.

They became good friends after that, but Bill decided he’d had enough of fighting. He had almost lost an eye in that fight. “It were Madame, said she got a job for me, bein’ a bodyguard for the girls an’ her, an’ throwin’ the bums out,” he said. “Seemed better’n gettin’ bust up.”

Bill took a genuine and fatherly sort of interest in me. He insisted that I was never to walk to or from the Palacio without him. There had been much unrest in the province of late, and the streets were often quite unsafe. In short, he became my best friend, one in whom I could readily confide. He made it clear to any man who presumed to make unwanted advances toward me that they were ill-advised, and the brute was quickly dissuaded. Between him and Chantelle, men learned that I was off limits, no matter what price they offered.

I had begun to wonder when I might get my first paying customer, not that I minded the way things were. But I did want to start earning my keep, and I was ready to put my newfound skills to good use.

On to Chapter 3!

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

My birthday party was set for Saturday, the eighth of November. Technically it wasn’t my birthday, which fell on Tuesday. But Mum said more people would come if we had the party at the weekend. It was fine by me – I didn’t really care what day we had the party, so long as enough of my new friends showed up for everyone to have lots and lots of sex. Mum seemed to think it was a big deal, though. “There’s no other option, really,” she said and kept apologising. It took me a while to calm her down about it.

By the time I woke up on the morning of my birthday party, my excitement was so intense that I was close to going off like a bomb. The first one whose lips so much as grazed my pussy was going to get soaked. Restraining myself from masturbating in the shower wasn’t easy, but I wasn’t going to waste three days of nil by pussy with my fingers.

I went down to breakfast naked, and Lilly and Mum greeted me with hugs and kisses and sang “Happy Birthday.” There’s a weird tradition in our house that we eat chocolate cake for breakfast on our birthdays;  Mum even does it on hers. I blew the candles out on the long chocolate caterpillar cake I’d had every birthday for as long as I could remember. We tucked in and ate, then it was time to open my presents.

Like everything else, we have a tradition for handing out birthday gifts. I seated myself on the living room floor, then Mum and Lilly brought in a couple of large carrier bags full of presents, which they took out and lined up in front of me as I opened the cards. Mum says it’s polite to open the cards first, so we always start with them. I slit into one with our letter opener, and a ten-pound note fell out.

“Nan and Grandad?” asked Lilly.

I looked at the card. “Yep, Nan and Grandad.” I told her, and she made a note on a pad. At Christmas and birthdays, either Lilly or I will keep a list of who gave us what. In the next few days I’ll use the list to write thank-you cards to everyone. That’s something else Mum taught us to do.

“Open mine first!” Lilly exclaimed once I’d gone through all my cards.

Tearing the wrapping off, I quickly recognised the name of the shop on the box. It was where Kiki had bought my heels for me. Inside was a pair of shiny patent leather heels at least an inch higher than my other pair. They were black on the toe, then faded into bright red at the back.

“Oh, Lilly… I love them!” I threw my arms around my baby sister and kissed her until she squealed to be released.

“Henri helped me pick them out,” she told me.

They were stunning shoes and I considered wearing them that very night. But I’d spent a long time breaking in my current heels, and didn’t want to wear a new pair for the first time on such a big occasion.

Slipping them on, I paraded naked around the living room. “They feel good… and they fit perfectly,” I said.

Mum nodded approvingly. “They’re lovely, sweetie. They suit you.”

And they make you look grown up,” Lilly added.

“She’s right, they do make you look more mature.” There was a tinge of sadness in Mum’s voice. She often says that my sister and I are in too much of a hurry to grow up.

I gave Lilly another kiss and cuddle, then carefully put them back in the box.

“Now open Mummy’s presents!” Lilly seemed almost as excited as I was. She clearly knew what was in them.

“I think you know what this is,” said Mum, handing me a box similar in size to the shoe box.

I did, too. Every year the first present Lilly and I open from Mum is a big box of our favourite sweets and treats. She puts little toys, knick-knacks and tiny puzzles in there, too. It’s a sort of Christmas stocking, but for your birthday.

The next gift was fairly small and flat. I opened it, and inside were twelve pairs of hold-up stockings. Four tan pairs, four sheer black pairs and four black fishnets. There was also a packet of sixteen triple-A batteries, the same size my vibrator took.

“There now, that should tide you over for a bit!” Mum said with a laugh.

“Thanks Mum!” I was thrilled – this lot should last me ages.

Then I opened up a present that confused me. It was a skirt, one that looked exactly like part of my school uniform. As a birthday present?

Mum could see me trying to figure it out. She chuckled and said, “It’s longer than your normal skirts, so if you don’t turn the waist over it’ll come down just above your knee.”

“Thanks but er… a school uniform for my birthday?”

“Well, it’s just a silly idea, but I thought if your skirt was a bit longer you could wear your hold-ups to school…?”

“Oh my God, Mum, you’re a genius!” It made me wet, the thought going to school in sheer stockings with no knickers. I’d be able to flash my pussy to Mia, or Kiki, or any girl that I liked!

Three gifts remained. Mum handed me a package about the size of a small plate that felt like clothes of some kind. I tore the wrapping off and inside were six pairs of what mum called ‘naughty knickers.’ Some were thong style and others see-through, two apiece in three colours, black, red or white.

“Wow! They’re so sexy! Thanks, Mum,” I said, hugging her yet again.

I was about to try a pair on, but Mum said, “No, no, sweetie – you’ve not got time for that. Go ahead and open this.” She pushed another gift towards me, the biggest of the lot. I tore the wrapping off to reveal a small suitcase – the sort with wheels and a pull-out handle. It was a lovely, girly purple and pink colour. I recognised it from a shopping trip we’d been on ages ago.

“When you said you liked this, I made a note to buy it for your birthday,” Mum said. “I thought that since you will be having sleepovers with the other MAD Eleven girls, it would be handy to take all your things in.”

I was delighted. “Mum, what a great idea! I won’t have to squeeze everything into that little sports bag any more!”

“Exactly. Right, better open this last one, we’re short on time,” she said, handing me the last present.

Beneath a layer of tissue, I was surprised to find yet another pair of knickers. These were more like a tiny pair of shorts, but made of the same lace material as the suspenders and G-string. What made them different was the crotch. They had no gusset between the legs; instead, there was a beautiful string of pearls held on a gold chain that ran from the bottom of the mons and went right between the bum cheeks.

I held them up, staring in awe. “Oh, my goodness.”

“Wow, those are brilliant,” said Lilly, her eyes wide..

I put them to one side as my attention was caught by one last thing in the box: a black lace choker made from the same lacy material as the other pieces, but with two long gold chains attached. I couldn’t tell what it was for.

Lilly seemed equally confused. “What is it?” she asked, pursing her lips.

“It’s a type of harness. I’ll show you,” said Mum.

She unclasped the choker and put my arms through the chains, then did it up around my neck. When I stood up, the chains came down the centre of my chest to my belly button then around sides and behind me then up my spine where it attached to the back of the choker.

I never dreamed such a thing even existed. Sexy didn’t begin to describe it. I was looking at myself in the mirror in amazement when Mum said, “Oh, one last thing,” and handed me a packet of stockings.

“These aren’t hold-ups, they’re proper stockings for your suspender belt. I ordered them online, but they didn’t arrive until yesterday afternoon, after I’d already wrapped everything else up.”

“Wolford? I’ve heard of these, Kiki wears them.”

“The very same. I had all these things handmade to your size from a place Kiki told me about.” Her tone turned serious, “Girls, you cannot tell anyone outside of the Mad Eleven about this underwear,         or your toys. Okay?”

We both nodded. “Okay.”

“Now last, but by no means least…” Mum took a small gift-wrapped box out of her handbag and gave it to Lilly. “That’s for being such a great help getting everything ready for the party.” That was something nice that Mum always did for us. When we have our birthdays, she always buys a little present for the one who’s isn’t having hers, so she doesn’t feel left out.

Lilly tore the wrapping off and screamed so loud my ears hurt, “A BULLET! I GOT A BULLET!” She danced around the living room for a full two minutes before remembering to thank Mum and give her a big kiss.

I was so pleased for Lilly. She deserved something special for lending Mum a hand, but also, I just like seeing her happy and smiling. It’s funny – I used to think of my little sister as something of an annoying pest, but since we all became lovers I’ve come to adore her to bits.

My mind began to wander, and I thought about stripping Lilly down and taking her right there on the floor. After several days without an orgasm, I was so horny I reckoned I could come before Mum could pull me off her! Then again, maybe Mum will get naked and join in the fun…

No fear of that happening, anyhow. Mum clapped her hands briskly. “Right you, no time to dawdle – go and get dressed.” She was gathering up my new things, probably intending to put them away in my room, but the special set with the pearls went back into the box with the fancy stockings. “This is for you to wear tonight,” she said.

“Which knickers, the pearl ones or the g-string?”

“Whichever you prefer, sweetie.”

“Okay, I’ll try them on later, then decide. Mum, where are we going now?”

“Where are you going, you mean.”

“You’re not coming with me?”

“Nope. Your lift will be here soon, so hurry up and get dressed.”

“Ah, heck, I thought we were going shopping or something. What have you got planned? What do I wear?”

Mum gave me a smile that was positively devious. “You’ll find out soon enough what I’ve got planned. You can wear what you like. I’ll tell you this much – you’re going to someone’s house.”

“A house?” I had no idea what Mum was up to, but knew it had to be something good.

“Wear something easy to take off!” Lilly giggled.

“Good advice, Lilly!” said Mum, “Go, Poppy, get ready – quick, now!”

I hastened upstairs, my tummy doing somersaults with nervous anticipation. Someone’s house? Wearing clothes that were easy to take off? That sounded like I was going somewhere to have sex. Cool!

I slipped on a pair of my new naughty knickers, a black thong with lace on the front. Then I chose a simple but warm thick knit dress that came down to my knees, with a thin belt around the waist and a high, fluffy neck that came right up to my chin. Completing the ensemble with my black ankle boots, I went downstairs

I didn’t hear the doorbell go, so I was surprised to see Emma standing in the hallway. Instantly I’m thinking Okay, so I’m off to fuck Emma. I know her daughter Beth is at Kiki’s, though, I’d seen a photo of them both that Henri had uploaded to Facebook that morning. It seemed strange that I’d be going off for a one-on-one with Emma – not that I was complaining, mind.

“Hi, Poppy, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” she shouted, then hugged me, “You look beautiful.”

“Aw, thanks, so do you.” She was only wearing a simple pair of jeans and a sweatshirt, but Emma would look stunning in a bin bag.

She handed me a card. “This is just a little something. You’ll get your real present tonight.”

A twenty-pound note fell out of the card and Lilly ran to get the notepad to put it on the list. “Ah Emma, that’s so nice of you, thank you so much.” Then I went up on tiptoe and gave her a hot tongue kiss, I almost got carried away. I really need to have sex soon or I might explode, I thought.

Emma grinned when we finally broke apart. “Well if that’s how you show your gratitude, I can’t wait for tonight.”

“Ha ha, me neither. And don’t worry, I’ll definitely be showing everyone my gratitude.”

“Good girl, that’s the spirit.” She laid a hand on my shoulder. “Ready, then?”

“I’ve no idea what for, but yeah, I’m ready.”

I hugged Mum and Lilly, then Emma led me out to her car. She drives an Audi TT, which is a really fast little sports car. I want one when I’m finally old enough to drive.

It was a short journey to the other side of the village to Emma’s house, so I wouldn’t have long to wait. Now that my big birthday surprise was about to be revealed, I was practically bouncing in my seat with the anticipation of it.

Emma glanced over at me. “Poppy darling, I don’t want to spoil the surprise… but I need to ask you something.”

“Sure, go ahead.”

“I don’t think I’m giving the game away when I tell you that you’re about to have an opportunity to have sex. That’s just what it is, an opportunity. You don’t have to if you don’t want to. Nobody will be upset or judge you if you say no.”

I felt like rolling my eyes, but managed not to. It was good to have so many grownups looking out for me, but honestly, I was bored silly by how they went on and on about consent, telling me that I didn’t have to have sex if I didn’t want it. Okay, I was still just a kid, but I’d also fucked at least eight women and girls by then… so it should have been crystal clear that I knew what I wanted. Maybe when I get to be a teenager, Mum and the others will cut me some slack, I thought.

“It’s okay,” I answered. “Mum’s taught me all about consent. If I don’t want to do anything, then I won’t. I promise.”

“Good girl, Poppy,” she replied, patting my leg just before she turned into her driveway. “Aaaaand here we are – home sweet home.”

We went inside Emma’s house and took our coats off. It’s very impressive, one of the few modern homes in the village. If anything, it was even nicer on the inside

She turned to me. “Poppy, honey… normally I’d give you time to settle in, but we’ve got some special guests waiting for you upstairs. Shall we go and see who they are?”

“Oh, gosh… yes, please.”

I followed her upstairs to her bedroom door. I could hear the giggles of a child inside… Evie, perhaps?

Emma paused, her hand on the knob. “Now, I’m going to introduce you, and if you’re happy, then I’ll leave you to it. If you say ‘can I use the loo, please,’ I’ll know you’re not in the mood to be intimate. Is that okay?”

I wouldn’t be asking to be taken to the loo, not unless there was a bloke behind that door… but I knew that Mum had told Emma to say that, so I had to play along. “Sounds perfect,” I said. “Thank you for taking care of me so nicely.”

She kissed my forehead, “Oh, Poppy, you’re my Mad Eleven sister… we look after each other,” Taking my hands in hers, she gazed into my eyes. “Sisters always,” she said.

“Sisters always,” I replied. She opened the door and we stepped into her large bedroom suite.

I’d assumed whoever was inside was from the Mad Eleven, so I was flat-out gobsmacked to see three complete strangers on the bed – a woman and two little girls, all of them naked.

“Poppy, this is my sister Christina.”

Feeling a sudden twinge of shyness, I waved hello to the sexy redhead stretched out on the bed. It was easy to see that she was Emma’s sibling, though younger by a few years. She had deep blue eyes, generous breasts, and a neatly trimmed patch of dark orange pubes. She was a stunner, no question.

“And these two angels, reading from left to right, are Lola and Lexi.”

The two girls bookending Christina were twins, mini versions of their mum with the same flaming red hair. I figured them to be something like four or five years old. They looked so much alike that I couldn’t tell them apart; in fact, I wondered if their own mum could.

I gave them my biggest, sunniest smile. “Hi, I’m Poppy. It’s nice to meet you!”

Their mother gave each of the girls a gentle nudge, and they both shouted in stereo: “Happy birthday, Poppy!”

Oh my God, they were SO ADORABLE. These cute little imps and their mum were melting my heart and creaming my knickers at the same time.

“Aw, thank you. You two are so beautiful. I love your hair. How old are you?”

Lexi spoke up. “We’re five.”

They looked small for five, with deliciously thin, pale bodies with pert, rosy nipples and sweet pink pussies that made my mouth water. I couldn’t stop staring… or smiling. And there were two of them… twins! This was going to be the best birthday ever, and it had only just begun!

“How old are you?” Lola asked.

“I’m eleven today.”

Christina gave me a smile that told me quite clearly what she wanted. “Would you like to sit on the bed with us, Poppy?”

“Yes, please.” I turned to Emma, grinning like a complete idiot. “I’m happy. Very happy. Thank you, you’re amazing.”

“You’re welcome, honey.” She kissed me on the cheek, blew kisses to the others, then made her exit.

I climbed onto the bed, seating myself so I was facing the twins and Christina, who said, “I’m twenty-eight, by the way. Um, just checking… was ‘very happy’ giving your consent?”

It never stopped. I didn’t complain, though – just smiled and nodded. “Yes, it was. Don’t worry, I’ll let you know if anything bothers me.” Leaning in, I whispered, “It won’t, though.”

“Wonderful!” She began to tickle the little ones, who squirmed and giggled with delight. While they were distracted, Christina caught my eye and mouthed the words, ‘Follow my lead’, then winked. I winked back.

Suddenly she stopped poking the twins, putting on a regretful face. “We must have got our times wrong, Poppy. I’m so sorry, we thought you were visiting us later. We were just about to have special cuddles… weren’t we, girls?”

The two shy girls arranged themselves against the headboard, one on either side of their mum. They nodded in silent agreement, blushing slightly.

I reached out to the nearest twin – I’d lost track of which was which during their tussle with Christina – and playfully pinched her big toe. She giggled and pulled her leg away then slid it back within range, daring me to do it again. I grabbed at her foot, but deliberately missed.

I did that a few more times, then said, “Oooh, you’re too quick for me! Listen, I’m sorry I interrupted your special cuddles. Erm, would you like me to leave so you guys can finish?”

“I’ve got an idea,” said Christina. Drawing the twins close to her, she whispered, “Shall we ask Poppy if she wants to have special cuddles with us?” She obviously knew I could hear every word, but I’m sure the twins didn’t know that.

“Yes! Yes! Oh, Mummy, ask her! Ask her!” The girls exclaimed, practically bouncing where they sat.

Christina winked at me. “Would you like to have special cuddles with us, Poppy?”

Mind you, I didn’t know whether ‘special cuddles’ involved gentle hugs, a tickle fight or getting fucked silly, but I was more than happy to join in their game. I decided it would be best to go at the pace of the little ones, let them take the lead. That’s what Mum did with me, after all.

Acting bashful, I said, “I’d love to, but erm… actually, I’m not sure what special cuddles are. Can you show me, please?”

“Oh, we’d be delighted to show you – wouldn’t we, girls?”

“Yes! Yes!”

“You have to be naked first, though,” offered one of the twins.

Christina looked from one little girl to the other. “Lola, Lexi, why don’t you help Poppy get undressed?”

“Okay!” they said in unison, then jumped off the bed. They were eager and bubbly, their enthusiasm downright infectious.

I stood up and kicked my boots off as the twins came over to me. “If you undo the belt, then you can both help pull this dress up and over my head, okay?”

They both nodded, then one of them began to fumble with my buckle. When it was loose, I had them stand on either side of me and lift my dress up, I bent over so they could tug it over my head. I pretended to get caught up and struggled for a bit with fake cries for help. That got the twins giggling, and they started tickling me, which sent me into my own fits of laughter.

When the dress was finally off I stood there in nothing but my black thong and let my new little friends study me. Christina was watching carefully, a hand tucked between her legs.

“Wow, you’ve got grownup knickers!” exclaimed one of the twins.

The girls were blocking Christina’s view, so she said, “Come here, Poppy, let me have a good look at you.”

I walked over to her, trying to make it look as sexy as I could, keeping eye contact with her and casually running my hands over my nipples. I stood next to the bed and she drew closer, her face so close to my pussy that I could feel her warmth. The twins followed me and one of them stroked my bum.

Christina frowned. “Lexi, remember what I told you?”

“Sorry, Mummy. Um… Poppy?”

“Yes, sweetie?”

“Is it okay if we touch you?”

I wanted to roll my eyes, but held back. Bloody hell, now I’ve got five-year-olds asking for my consent. No point in getting annoyed – it was how my sex life was going to be for at least few more years. So there wasn’t much I could do but smile, kiss this beautiful little one on the forehead and say, “Of course it’s okay. Both of you should feel free to touch me anywhere you like, okay?”

The twins nodded and four hands started to travel over my body, mainly caressing my legs and bum. Then I glanced up at Christina, “You too.”

She slowly trailed a bright red fingernail across my belly, following the waistline of my knickers, then down the front of the thong. I whimpered as she traced along the line of my slit, so clearly outlined through the taut fabric.

“Could you turn around for me, Poppy?” Christina said, her voice thickened by lust.

I knew what she wanted to see. When I presented my backside to her, she said, “My, my. You are a saucy little thing. Cute as hell and sexy too. Emma was right – you are irresistible.” Then she kissed my bum cheeks.

I turned back to face her and said, “Um, Christine… since the twins took my dress off, would you like to do the knickers?”

“You can call me Chris or Chrissie, darling… and yes, I’d love to.”

Hooking her fingers in the piece of string that passed for a waistband, she slowly pulled them down. Leaning forward to get the thong over my knees, she gave my mons a tender kiss. I moaned, wanting her to know how much I liked that.

Chrissie glanced over at her daughters. “Doesn’t Poppy have a nice cookie, girls?”

“Cookie?” I asked her.

She laughed. “It’s what we call the vagina… but when we’re having special cuddles like this, you can use whatever language you like. If you prefer to say, ‘cunt,’ instead, that’s fine.” The twins giggled to hear that.

“Oh, okay. We do something similar to that, actually.”

“You have special cuddles too?” asked Lola. I think it was Lola, anyway.

Squatting down so I was face to face with the girl, I said, “Uh-huh… my mummy, my little sister and me, we have lots of fun. See, we love each other just like you and your mummy do.”

“Isn’t that nice, girls? Poppy’s family have fun like us.”

“Do you kiss each others’ cookies?” asked Lexi.

I couldn’t stop grinning. My birthday surprise was turning out even better than I’d hoped! “Oh yeah… we love doing that.”

“We do it lots. Mummy gets wet and has organasms,” said Lola.

Lexi added, “We get wet too, but not like Mummy does. She said we’ll have orgasms…” she nudged her sister on that last word, “when we’re older. Do you have orgasms?”

“Yes… they’re wonderful, too. I’m sure it won’t be long until you girls have them, too.”

One of the twins – Lexi, I think, had been staring at my pussy while touching hers. I gave her a big smile. “Would you like to kiss my cookie?”

“Yes!” she squealed.

I was still standing next to the bed, a sodden pair of knickers ringing my ankles. One twin moved in front of me, the other behind. Before I knew what was what, they were fondling both my holes.

“Girls! Give her time to get on the bed, for goodness’ sake. Sorry, Poppy, they’re a bit keen to play with you.”

The twins pouted a bit, but moved back, enough for me to join their mum on the bed. She took me in her arms and we kissed like lovers. Our bodies were pressed together, my thigh between hers, so I could feel the sticky heat of her sex. I was already wondering if Chrissie tasted like her sister.

The twins climbed on board and proceeded to have their way with me while I made out with their mum. After a few seconds, Chrissie and I laughed at their prodding and poking and broke off our kissing. “We’d better let these scamps have their fun,” she said.

Lying back, I spread my legs, offering myself up to the girls. I wanted them to explore every part of me with their hands and mouths. I felt a delicious shiver, imagining what it would be like to have Lola and Lexi pleasure me together – one twin licking my pussy, the other rimming my bumhole. As it was, they were kissing their way around my tummy and thighs, gradually getting closer to where they wanted to be. For all their eagerness, I could see that the twins were a little shy, each waiting for her sister to go further, to make the big move.

Chrissie spoke up. “Know something, Poppy? You’re the first ever person we’ve had special cuddles with. Other than each other, of course.”

That surprised me. “Wow! No, I didn’t know that. I just assumed that Emma had…”

“Been their first, other than me?”

“Yeah.” I couldn’t figure that out. How could Emma have resisted these two lovelies?

“My sister and I have been fucking…” the twins giggled at the swear word, ”…for as long as I can remember. Honestly, some of my earliest memories are of us playing with our pussies together. By the time we reached puberty, Emma and I were lovers.” Chrissie gave a blissful sigh. “I was so, so happy to see my girls begin to show those same kinds of feelings for each other.”

“Wait – they started having sex without you showing them how?”

Chrissie nodded. “That’s right. I never taught them a thing. Lexi and Lola developed an intimate, sexual relationship, completely on their own, then invited me to join in with them a few months ago. They made up the name ‘special cuddles,’ and that’s what we’ve always called it.”

“Wow,” I said, awed. “Did they… were they having actual lesbian sex when you became part of it?”

“Everything but–”

“Kissing cookies!” one of the girls exclaimed – Lola, I thought. “Mummy taught us to do that.”

“Licking them, too,” her twin chimed in.

Playfully mussing her daughters’ hair, Chrissie continued. “Soon, the girls and I were making love nearly every night. That’s when I asked Emma if she wanted to join us. It seemed like a natural progression to me.”

“Did she say no?” It was getting hard to hold up my end of the conversation. The twins were playing with my pussy – those four busy little hands felt wonderful, but they were awfully distracting.

“Oh, she loved the idea… but Emma has always been the sensible one. She thought that the girls ought to explore sex with someone closer to their own age before having it off with another adult. I wasn’t so sure… it seemed to me that being with their Auntie Em would be perfect for my little angels, but she insisted I at least think about letting them be with, er… another child.” She struggled with that last word.

I kissed her gently, hoping she knew that far as I was concerned, there was nothing wrong with sharing love with young girls if they were truly willing. “And you picked me?”

Chrissie blushed. “Emma said you were utterly scrumptious… she was right, too.”

I gave one of her nipples a playful bite. “Have you ever been with someone else my age?”

“Other than my sister when I was young, and now the twins… no, you’re my first, um…”

“Child? You can say it… I don’t mind.”

“Yes.”

By then, one of the twins had burrowed between my legs, humming contentedly as she licked my cunt. My cookie, that is. “Gosh, that feels good,” I moaned.

Chrissie chuckled. “Believe me, they’re just getting started.” She nodded toward the daughter who was going down on me. “That’s Lexi, by the way.”

No doubt eager to get into the action, little Lola scooted closer and started kissing my tummy. I noticed that she’d positioned herself in a way that presented her adorable bottom to me.

Is there anything lovelier than a little girl’s bum? I asked myself. If so, I had yet to encounter it in this life. Allowing my left hand to glide up Lola’s leg, I caressed her smooth slit.

Realising that I hadn’t yet gotten permission to touch the girls, I looked over at Chrissie, who was openly mastubating. “Is this okay?” I asked her.

She nodded. “Of course, darling! You can do whatever you like. No fingers inside, though.”

“Oh, sure, yeah. I understand.”

“Have you taken anything inside yet, Poppy?”

I couldn’t help but grin with pride. “I have done, yeah. I can have vaginal and clitoral orgasms.”

“You’re like the gift that just keeps on giving,” Chrissie told me. “Speaking of which, off you go, girls – show Poppy how good you can make her feel!”

By then, Lola’s head was positioned right over my pussy, and my excitement only grew more acute when I figured out what these delicious little girls were about to do. I lay back  bracing myself, and the twins got to work.

As Lola licked at my clit, Lexi’s tongue was gliding up and down the opening of my pussy and probing about inside. I was blown away. These five-year-old twins were doing a fantastic job; their mummy had taught them well.

Chrissie started licking, sucking and lightly biting my nipples. “Oh yeah, that feels divine,” I moaned.

“It does, doesn’t it? The girls and I make love nearly every day since they first came to my bed.”

“It’s been ages since I came… Oooooh… oh God, I’m not going to last m-much longer.”

“Let it go, Poppy,” Chrissie whispered, “come for my little girls, let them love you…”

“I’m so close, about to come…” Suddenly I found myself hungering for the taste of a girl – or a woman. “Chrissie,” I cried, “I want your pussy, g-give me your pussy…!”

Quickly straddling me, she lowered her cunt to my mouth just a few seconds before my orgasm hit. I’m not sure how good it was for her, because I wasn’t able to do much while coming so hard… but it turned me on something fierce. Chrissie’s pussy had a strong taste that made my head swim.

Since becoming a lesbian for real, I’d come to love all sorts of pussies – from sweet little girl slits like Lilly’s or juicy grownup cunts like Kiki’s or Mum’s with labia I can suck on. Chrissie’s sex was a pretty pink, adorned with bright orange pubes that I absolutely adored.

As my climax subsided, I concentrated on bringing Chrissie off. It didn’t take long, and soon she was moaning and shivering, her juices flowing down my throat. I didn’t stop, though – just kept licking her until she came a second time.

When their mother collapsed on the bed in a sweaty heap, one of the twins exclaimed, “Wow, Poppy… you get just as wet as Mummy does!”

I reached out to playfully muss her hair. “Well, I haven’t had an orgasm for three whole days now. That’s a lonnnng time for me, so I was feeling super horny.”

The other twin – once more, I couldn’t tell which was which – tilted her head to one side. “What’s horny?”

“Um… it means you want special cuddles really bad, like you’re starving for it.”

The girls glanced at each other, then burst into titters. “We’re always horny, then!” said the one on the left.

Chrissie and I laughed right along. “That you are, girls,” she said. “That you are.”

The twins didn’t give their mum or me much time to recover. A moment later Lexi and Lola had us both on our backs, riding our faces like bucking stallions. They burbled and squealed with delight like the happy little children they were as Chrissie and I savoured the fresh, sweet young taste of their bare slits.

I got the feeling the twins were making the most of having a new lover… they certainly weren’t shy! The natural curiosity of a five-year-old is a wonderful thing, especially when it involves sex. They quite happily turned me this way and that so they could have a good look or better angle to pleasure my pussy. They got me up on all fours and played with me from behind, then Lexi (so her mum said) wriggled underneath to eat me while Lola licked my bumhole. Chrissie, in the meantime, busied herself with the girls, going down on one and fingering the other.

Chrissie and I were soon worn out, so we relaxed in each other’s arms and let the twins have fun on their own. They showed off for us, demonstrating their recently acquired tribbing skills, which brought them both as close to an orgasm as I think was possible. While the twins frolicked with each other, Chrissie and I chatted.

By then, it felt like Chrissie and I were two old friends sitting on a park bench, watching the kids play in the sun while we had a good natter. She asked me about when I first started having sex, so I told her about Mum and how she and I became lovers, which began with our made-up game of Monsters. Lola and Lexi loved that idea, and I promised them that one day, I’d play Monsters with them.

When the twins left for a quick toilet break, Chrissie said to me, “I need your help with something.”

“Sure, what is it?”

“I have to be careful I don’t spill the beans here, but you do know you’re having a party this evening, right?”

I shrugged. “Yeah, but that’s all I know.”

“That’s what I thought. Well, the Mad Eleven have kindly invited us to the festivities, but I haven’t told Lola or Lexi yet. Thing is, they need to have a nap this afternoon if they’re to stay awake, but they’re far too hyped up right now.”

“How can I help?”

“They are completely taken with you, they’ll follow your lead. When they come back, I’d like for you to invite them to the party. I’ll act surprised and accept, of course. Then, tell them you need to go home for a nap beforehand, and suggest they do the same. Trust me, that’ll be enough to get them to at least lie down for a bit. Then Emma can run you home. Would that be okay? I know it’s a bit of a palaver, but I know my girls – they’ll have far more fun this evening if they have a few hours sleep this afternoon.”

I didn’t know what palaver meant, but guessed it was a big fuss. Anyhow, I was happy to help. “Not a problem, Chrissie. I may even take your advice and have a nap myself.”

“You’re wonderful,” she said and kissed me. “The plan, then, is for Emma to join us for the first time when she gets back from taking you home. Hopefully the girls will nod off when we cuddle up afterwards.”

“Aw, the girls will be so happy.”

“Emma will, too!” Chrissie said, a sparkle in her eyes. I could tell that she was thrilled about finally being able to have sex with her sister and her little girls at the same time.

Just then, the twins came back in and jumped onto the bed.

“Welcome back, girls. Now, I’ve got something I’d like to ask the three of you,” I said.

“Ooh, what’s that, then?” asked Chrissie.

“You know it’s my birthday today? There’s a party tonight, would you like to come, all of you? I’d love it if you could make it. I’m sure it’ll be a lot of fun…”

Springing up like jack-in-the-boxes, Lola and Lexi erupted into pleading mode, “OH PLEASE MUMMY PLEASE CAN WE GO SAY WE CAN GO PLEASE MUMMY PRETTY PLEASE…”

Chrissie held her hands up and shushed them. “Calm down, girls. Poppy, that’s very kind of you, we’d be delighted to come to your party. I’ll call your mum later and get the details from her.” She winked at me.

The twins were beside themselves with excitement. I could see exactly what Chrissie meant, though – if they kept up like this for the rest of the day, they’d never get to sleep. Then at the party, they’d be worn out just as the fun was getting started.

“Wonderful! Oh, we’ll have such a great time,” I said.

Both the twins hugged me, I gave each one a big messy tongue kiss, then broke away to say, “I don’t know about you, but all these special cuddles made me a little sleepy. You two wore me out! I think I’ll go home and have a nice nap. Then I know I’ll be able to enjoy the party all night with the grown-ups.”

Chrissie spoke up. “That’s a very good idea… isn’t it, girls?”

They nodded along. “Yeah, we should totally do that!” one of them exclaimed.

I got dressed while Chrissie went down to update Emma. It didn’t take me long and I was ready to go when she came back upstairs. I hugged and kissed them all, thanked them for a wonderful morning and made Lola and Lexi promise to take that nap.

If my birthday had ended right then I’d have been happy, honestly. I mean, what I’d done with Chrissie and her little girls was mind-blowing enough. And they would all be at the party that night, so I’d be probably get to have sex with them all over again.

By then, those butterflies in my tummy had returned with a vengeance. If this was just the start of my birthday, what on earth would the evening be like? I wasn’t sure, but couldn’t wait to find out!

On to Chapter 19!