Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

by Kinkys_sis

I’d always known I was only attracted to girls, but never understood why. I knew it wasn’t normal, and that made me strange, peculiar, different. Yet I didn’t seem so different to the rest of my peers.

So why did they chatter all day long about this boy or that boy, while I was busy thinking about how cute other girls were?

I didn’t let that worry me much, although at times it did leave me out of the conversation. They all saw me as being a bit aloof. Little did they know that I had my own thoughts.

It never got me down because I had a lot going for me. I was our school’s boxing champion at fourteen. I was the vice-captain of the under-sixteens soccer team and in the athletics squad.

In short, I was a school hero.

But there was something missing from my life. I desperately wanted a girlfriend, a sexual girlfriend rather than a pal. I already had plenty of female friends.

I spent hours considering, wondering which girl I wanted to make mine. More than that, which girl might be amenable to being seduced. I didn’t find an answer; didn’t even know if there was one.

***

I’d run miles that day, far more than I normally did. Perhaps that’s why I lost concentration – I was simply running on auto-pilot, my mind flitting from one girl to another as I worked on my mental tick list.

Then I was falling, tumbling head over heels down a steep hillside. I remember thinking This is bad before I saw the huge tree ahead of me.

A brief explosion of pain…

My first thought was of the hard, searing agony in my head. Then I felt sick to my stomach and nearly retched, but somehow held it down.

I vaguely heard a voice penetrating the fog that clogged my mind, but couldn’t fathom what it said or where it came from. Then relief — God, it felt good. It was cold, something very cold resting on my forehead. The pain eased a little, the flashes of light faded.

Was I dead? Were the angels talking to me? That was what it sounded like at the time. This sweet, gentle voice was soothing me, telling me to lie still. But then it was gone as everything began to spin. I drifted into blackness, everything fading away.

***

I felt like a drowning person, desperately struggling to reach the surface. I could see light, and fought to get to it. Once more, I felt the relief of something cold on my face.

I cautiously opened an eye, but that set the world to spinning again. I focused on a light somewhere above, concentrating as best I could. Finally, everything became steady.

This time, the voice was clearer, “Lie still, pretty one… don’t try to move.” The damp, cool cloth bathed my face once more.

A blurry image peered down at me. Fingers lifted an eyelid, examining. Then an awful smell as something wafted over my nose. Whatever it was, it worked — the fog was clearing fast. The last dizziness went away.

“Now close your eyes and rest.” I felt the lightest touch of fingers tracing across my face, then they drifted away just as I did.

***

I came awake with a start — where was I? The memory of falling flooded back – bouncing down the hill, tumbling over and over until I hit the tree. Then there was that voice I’d heard, someone soothing my pain away.

Carefully, I eased myself up on an elbow. This time, the room only spun a little. I took a deep breath, forcing myself to remain calm. Once more, I opened my eyes.

She was sitting right beside me, fast asleep with an open book on her lap. The strangest, yet most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. Her skin was a deep olive-brown sort of hue. She had an enormous mane of hair; rich, luxuriant black hair.

But above all, what made the woman stand out was her jewelry. Huge golden bangles hung from her ears. Beads and chains festooned her neck. Perhaps a dozen or more bracelets sparkled on each wrist. A real Romany gypsy, I suddenly realised.

For the first time, I took a glance around. Flickering candles lit the room, reflecting the bright, almost garish colours that covered every available space. I saw the curved ceiling, the hanging pots and pans… of course, I was in a caravan.

The sheet that covered me slipped down enough to reveal that I was stark naked underneath. First I felt embarrassed, then horrified to see the horrible bruises that were already showing on my bare body, so many of them. I let out a cry of pain when I tried to move my arm, then noticed the shoulder was covered with heavy tape.

My cry had awakened the woman. She reached out to ease me back down. Her voice, strangely accented, instructed me to be still. “Do not try to use that arm, not just yet. You dislocated your shoulder. It is now as it should be, but will be very sore for a while.”

She fetched a mug, brought it to me. “Let me help you drink this. You will not like it, but it is necessary for your recovery.” She was right, it was the foulest stuff I’d ever tasted, but I did as instructed and swallowed it down as fast as I could.

She sat once more, watching me as I began to drift again. I was almost asleep when she said, “I need to go out for a while, but my daughter will watch over you until I return.”

Opening my eyes, I saw that someone else was now seated in the chair – a little girl, who was smiling at me, “Sleep,” she said, “I will be here.”

I knew at once that it was the angel I’d heard earlier. The sweetest voice, coming from a vision of purest beauty. She touched her lips with a finger, then laid it on mine. “Go to sleep… dream of nice things.”

I felt her pull the sheet around my shoulders as my eyes drifted shut. Her hand seemed to brush against my breasts for no obvious reason. Was she feeling me up? Don’t be ridiculous, I told myself just before I fell asleep.

***

It was dark when I woke, though a small lamp burning in one corner gave off a little light. I was bursting for a pee and I seemed to be alone. What should I do?

I began to raise myself, conscious of my shoulder, then felt the weight of an arm that lay draped across my bare tummy. Now that my eyes had adjusted to the gloom, I saw that the little girl was lying there, pressed to my side. It was too dark for me to make out her features, but I noticed with a start that she was naked, just like me.

Her eyes flashed open as I moved. “You are awake.”

My head hurt when I nodded. “I need to go for a… a pee.”

The girl carefully sat up in the bed, then stood. Fetching a robe, she draped it over my shoulders, though she didn’t bother to cover herself. “I will help you, but try to keep your bad arm still. Here… swing your legs down, then stand very slowly.”

I ached in a thousand places, each movement an agony. The girl helped steady me as I struggled to my feet. Holding me as gently as possible, she led me to the door. I saw her pick up the oil lamp on the way. Four wooden steps led down to the ground. My shaky legs barely held me as I cautiously descended.

She lifted a bucket that hung on a hook at the side of the caravan, then set it on the ground. By then, I felt ready to burst. I felt myself sway when I tried to crouch, but the girl reached out to me, held me steady.

I’d never peed with someone at my side before, but this was no time for embarrassment – my need was too urgent. When I finished, I slowly pushed myself back up. The girl reached for a toilet roll that had been placed near the edge of the top stair, then peeled away a length of the paper. I was shocked when she didn’t hand it over, but reached out to wipe me herself.

As she led me back inside, I saw there were only two bunk beds. Her mother was asleep in one, and the other was where I had been until just a moment ago. The girl took my robe away, leaving me naked again,  and helped me back into bed.

“Do you want something to drink?” she asked.

I shook my head … ouch! Wincing from the pain of it, I burrowed back into the comforting softness of the pillow. The girl didn’t speak, just climbed into bed and stretched out next to me. Clearly, this bed was only meant for one, which explained why she’d been so close when I woke.

It had been chilly outside, but now I felt the little girl’s warmth as she snuggled close. Before she drew the covers up, she gently touched what I suspected was a nasty looking bruise. Then she leaned in and kissed it. “Your injuries will soon heal; my magic will soothe them away.”

She had placed the lamp nearby, so now I could clearly see how lovely she was. I placed her at ten, perhaps eleven years old. She watched me as I studied her, then spoke softly. “I had a dream that a beautiful girl would come to me. Now you have, only not quite the way I expected.” She shook her head. “Something less painful would have been better.”

Suddenly, she drew forward and kissed my mouth. As she gently broke away, I heard her sigh, “You are my dream girl.” Then the girl rested her head next to mine. Once more, her arm was lying across my body, only not on my tummy this time. Her wrist was just brushing the underside of my left breast.

My mind was in a whirl. I’d also dreamed of a girlfriend, many times – but naturally, I’d been thinking of a girl my own age. Now, here was this little-girl beauty, assuming that I’d been delivered to her, claiming me as hers.

I knew this was wrong, she was much too young, yet… I couldn’t help the tug in my heart. Slipping my working arm under the girl’s neck, I pulled her closer.

Again she sighed, then I felt a delicious shock of arousal when her hand covered my breast. Even in my battered condition, my nipple responded to the intimacy of her touch. I was wondering whether to kiss her myself, but she seemed to know what I was thinking and shook her head. “Not just yet,” she whispered. “Time for you to sleep, my dream girl.” That was the last thing I remembered.

***

The sounds and smells of cooking dragged me from a deep slumber. I was alone in the bed. Moving slowly, I sat up and tested my muscles. It didn’t feel too bad except for my head and shoulder – they still ached badly. I hadn’t realised that my head was bandaged, not until I reached up to find out where the pain was centred.

The girl’s mother, now busy over a small gas stove, had noticed me moving. “How do you feel, little one? Are you hungry?”

Actually, I was starving, come to think of it. God knows when I’d last eaten. In fact, it suddenly occurred to me that I didn’t have a clue what day it was, or how long I had been there. So many questions buzzing through my head, and I needed answers.

I forgot all that when the door opened and I saw my little angel, carrying a bowl of hot water. Her eyes lit up when she saw me sitting on the side of the bed. Her smile was something else, so very beautiful. She came straight to me, and her mother didn’t bat an eyelid when she kissed me full on the lips.

She took a flannel from the bowl and said, “Sit still.” I obeyed, drinking in the sight of her as she washed me. She examined my bruises as she went – sometimes nodding approvingly, frowning at others as she gently touched them.

When she had finished, the girl draped a linen sling around my neck, then carefully guided my bad arm through the loop until it was supported. It wasn’t until she fetched the robe I’d used earlier that it struck me: I’d been sitting there quite naked the whole time. More surprisingly, I didn’t feel at all self-conscious.

“Come, eat,” the mother said.

She served scrambled eggs, along with chopped fried tomatoes and bacon, which I managed to eat one handed. My angel laughed when she saw me chasing the last few pieces of egg around my plate.

I took coffee when asked, and it was delicious. Now I felt much better.

“So, tell us… what is your name? Where do you come from?” the woman asked me, adding, “You can call me Rose.”

For a moment I felt panicky, unable to remember my name, but then it formed in my mind. “Elizabeth… no, wait… it’s Liz.” Then I panicked again. “How long have I been here? Did – did you find my phone?”

They each took one of my hands, then the mother spoke. “Calm yourself, child. Two days you have been here… and yes, we have your phone. We should maybe have phoned the police and told them of your accident.” She nodded toward the little girl. “Bella asked me not to… she said it was meant to be, your coming to us. She sees things, does my Bella, I have learnt to listen. But still, I worried someone might be fretting over your disappearance.” Her eyes met mine. “You still do not say where you are from.”

“Near to Dereham, but no, no one will be worried about me. My mother is in America, I’ve been alone for a while, and I don’t expect her back for weeks yet… months, even.”

So. My angel was named Bella, and her mother’s name was Rose. Gypsy Rose, I told myself, and almost laughed at the thought. And Bella … that put me in mind of belladonna, also known as deadly nightshade. Or bella donna – beautiful woman. Her mother said she saw things, so must be the former, but I couldn’t believe there was anything deadly about her.

When I mentioned being on my own, little Bella gave me a dazzling smile. “Then you can stay here with us, with me! You heard me call and you came. I knew you would. You really are my dream girl.”

Bella unfastened the bandage that was wrapped about my head, and her mother examined the wound. “You took a very nasty knock, Liz, but it looks to be healing fine.” She held my face and peered deep into my eyes for what seemed an age until she finally said, “Yes, you are okay. There is no lasting damage. The pain should disappear quite soon.”

Clothes were a problem. My running things were badly torn from the tumble I’d taken. I mentioned that to Rose and she replied, “Will we ride to your home and fetch some things? It is about eight miles from here, I think.” She’d clearly decided I would be staying with them. When I saw the longing in Bella’s eyes, I had to agree. How could I refuse my new-found angel?

It was only mid-morning. Rose quickly hitched the horse, and before long we were bouncing and swaying along the country lane. Before our departure, she told me to return to bed, insisting that I still needed rest.

Bella was seated on the bed next to me, her fingers tracing exquisitely across my bare skin. Despite the desire I felt, I still wasn’t comfortable with letting myself go with this child – a beautiful child maybe, but still a child. She saw my doubt and began to whisper to me in a steady chant.

Listening to Bella’s words, my resistance slowly faded, while the need to make love to her only grew stronger. The smile on her face told me that she knew my hunger, longed for it. “You have no choice,” she murmured, “you are mine, Liz… let yourself come to me, I am the love you have waited for.”

How could she know such things? So young, and yet there was something about her that said more. Her fingers found my breasts, lingering here and there. She circled a nipple with a fingertip, only barely touching. She watched my face, she read my expressions, understood what I was feeling.

“You love me, you cannot resist me. I am the one you have been searching for, you are the one that I knew would come. Relax, surrender to my touch. Feel the love I offer, it is yours to take.”

She took a nipple between her fingers, gave it a pinch. I heard my gasp as my body pulsed with feelings… God, such feelings. I reached for her with my good arm and pulled her in, seeing a look of triumph in her eyes.

Then her lips met mine. Her lips, so beautifully soft, so sweet. As I drew her even closer, the kiss became something I’d only dreamed of. My heart surged, my pulse raced, I sucked her in. I was lost to this girl. I suddenly felt a need, so much need… and all for my angel.

Angel, devil, witch? I no longer cared, all I knew was that I had to have her.

Bella gave my tit a hard squeeze – how could she know how much I loved that? – then laughed joyfully as her hand crept lower to stroke my belly. She spoke again. “Feel my love, Liz. It is all for you, my dream girl. We were meant to be one, you and I. Now join with me, love me.”

My reservations were gone, my thoughts were only of Bella. God, I adored her.

Her fingers were already halfway there, but the heat was upon me and wouldn’t be denied. I seized her hand in mine and thrust it between my legs, pressing it to my pussy. “Love me, Bella,” I cried, “Please love me – I need you so much!”

Her tinkling laughter was like music, the scent of her skin intoxicating. Bella delved into me – I didn’t know how little girl’s fingers could go so deep, but they seemed to fill me completely.

Lord, how she loved me. One moment caressing me deep inside, then briefly teasing my clit before sliding down again, between my pussy lips… and further. There was the sweet shock I experienced when Bella touched my rose, a place I’d never thought of as a source of pleasure. Her fingers trailed up and down the crack of my bum – God, the sensations that gave me! I felt the need for her to press a finger inside… but she didn’t, just tickled around and around my most private place, serenaded by the melody of her laugh.

Then her fingers vanished; Bella was no longer touching me. I waited, nothing. Opening my eyes, I found her studying me with a searching look. “My beautiful Liz… do you understand now? You are now mine, my lover forevermore. Are you willing to accept what I offer you?”

I gazed into her eyes and saw the love, it was everything I’d ever wanted. “Bella, my little witch… I love you, I am yours.”

She fell into my arms, our mouths crushed together, and we began to make love for real.

The caravan rocked as it moved along. Was it the roughness of the lane, or perhaps our urgent fucking?

From somewhere above I heard a laugh. It was Bella’s mother, welcoming me to their family.

The End

by BlueJean

Miss Laine came round to help us with the second honey harvest. That meant I had to be brave and show her I wasn’t afraid of the bees.

It was only the third time I’d worn my beekeeper’s suit, having been stung the previous two times and deciding my beekeeping days were over. But I didn’t want to be left out.

My teacher had two hives of her own, so she knew how to harvest honey, and as she and Mum carefully extracted the bars of honeycomb, me and Millie took them and gently brushed the bees off, putting them in a wheelbarrow and covering them over.

I tried my best to look like I knew what I was doing, but when Mum handed me another bar I accidentally dropped it, and that made the bees angry. Some of the stripey little gits swarmed around me and I tried to swat them away.

“Freya, stop flapping your hands around, you’ll just agitate them even more,” Mum told me as she picked up her smoker, puffing it around me to calm the bees down. “The worst thing you can do is panic. Just stand still until they calm down.”

“I know,” I said, feeling a bit stupid.

Miss Laine put her arm around me and squeezed my shoulder. “You’re doing great,” she said, and for some reason that made me feel even worse.

Millie unzipped her protective hood and pulled it off. “That’s better,” she said, taking a deep breath.

“Millie, put your veil back on,” Mum told my sister.

“I don’t want to,” Millie replied, holding her hands out for another bar of honeycomb. “It’s too hot and I can’t see properly.”

“The bees will sting you. Put it back on, please,” Mum insisted.

Miss Laine frowned. “Um… do we have a situation here?”

“They won’t sting me, Mummy, they think I’m one of them. It’s like… uh… it’s like… when you’re the first thing a baby animal sees and it thinks you’re its mummy. Miss Laine taught us about it in school.”

“Do you mean imprinting?” Miss Laine asked.

“Yeah, I think so.”

“I don’t think bees do imprinting, Pixie,” Mum told my sister, reluctantly handing her another bar. “If too many bees swarm around you, put your hood back on, okay?”

“Okay,” Millie said, brushing the bees off the honeycomb.

“I’m very impressed, Millie Newton,” Miss Laine told my sister. “You’re definitely a child of nature.”

“Honey’s good for sore throats and coughs!” I blurted out, trying to impress my teacher, but everyone gave me a funny look.

And then a bee stung me. On the bum, of all places.

So yeah, that was nice.

At least I didn’t cry, though. What’s the point of a protective suit if it doesn’t even protect you?

The sting was really painful, so Mum and Miss Laine took me up to the bathroom while Millie went to check on Nigel. The little canary had been practising his flying in short bursts before returning to his cage on our bedroom windowsill. One day we hoped he would fly the nest for good and live in the wild, although I didn’t think there were many wild canaries in England.

I stood in the bathroom in my panties and t-shirt while Mum perched on the edge of the bath with a pair of tweezers. Miss Laine was kneeling next to me with a little dish of fresh honey to dab on the stung area.

“I need to pull your panties down a bit, okay?” Mum said to me.

I glanced at Miss Laine and went a bit red-faced. “Um, okay, I guess.”

“You don’t need to be shy, Freya Newton. I’ve seen bottoms before, you know,” Miss Laine said with a smile, then gave me a playful nudge with her elbow.

“I’m not shy,” I protested, and pulled my knickers down around my knees, shrugging at my teacher like it was no big deal.

Mum and Miss Laine gave each other a funny look, then Mum pulled the bee stinger out of my bum with the tweezers. She wetted a flannel and put some antibacterial soap on it. “I’m just going to clean the infected bit,” she said but then stopped. “Would you like me to do it? Or… would you prefer Sadie to?”

I turned to look down at Miss Laine, who raised an eyebrow at me. “Um… well… I wouldn’t mind if Sadie cleaned it,” I said, giving her a bashful smile.

“Okay, then,” Mum said and handed Miss Laine the flannel.

My teacher gently cleaned the sore lump on my bum while her free hand rested on my other cheek. Round and round she went with the soapy flannel. I felt a little bit embarrassed but also kind of excited to have my teacher touch me in such a private place.

“Well, someone has a very pretty bottom,” Miss Laine said in a playful tone.

“She takes after her mother,” Mum told her.

Miss Laine patted me with a dry towel, but her other hand was gently stroking my bum. “So pretty,” she said in a faraway voice. Peeking over my shoulder, I saw my teacher and my mum kind of staring at each other.

“Do you remember what I used to do when you came home with cuts and scrapes, Freya?” Mum said.

I did remember, although she hadn’t done it since I was little. I smiled at the memory. “You used to kiss them,” I said and did my best not to giggle like a little girl.

“Would you like Mummy and Sadie to kiss it better, then? Or are you too old for that now?” Mum asked me.

“You can if you want, I don’t mind,” I replied. I didn’t mind at all. In fact, the thought of it made me feel quite naughty.

Leaning forward, Mum kissed my bum where the bee had stung me. “All better?” she asked me.

I shook my head.

“Maybe Sadie should try then.”

I felt Miss Laine’s lips brush my bum. “Better now?” she said.

Covering my mouth to hide a grin, I shook my head again.

“Poor thing,” Miss Laine murmured. “Perhaps we should kiss it together.”

“It’s worth a try,” Mum agreed.

They kissed a bum cheek each, their lips lingering this time.

“I don’t even have a sting on that side,” I told Miss Laine, looking back over my shoulder.

Miss Laine looked up at me and smiled, then went back to kissing my bottom with Mum, and as I stood there gazing up at the ceiling with a dreamy smile, I could feel my kitty getting warm and tingly.

Then they did something I wasn’t expecting. I felt Mum and Miss Laine move away from my bottom, and when I looked back they were kissing each other instead. Right on the mouth, with tongues and everything!

I gasped in shock, and they broke apart – smiling at each other, then at me. “Oh my God!” I exclaimed, “You two just kissed!” I was still recovering from the shock of my mum letting me watch her touch herself – Now she’s snogging my teacher? How outrageous!

They both laughed and Miss Laine put a finger to her lips. “Shhh, it’s a secret!” she whispered. “Now hold still while I put some honey on your sting.”

“Honey’s good for bee stings too, huh?” I said.

“It is,” Miss Laine told me as she smeared a little bit of honey over where I’d been stung. “Quite often in nature, the cause and the cure come from the same place.”

My teacher sucked the remaining honey from her finger and made a silly face at me, puffing out her cheeks to make me laugh.

“You can pull your panties up now,” Mum said and I tried not to show my disappointment. The embarrassment I’d felt at Miss Laine seeing my bare bum was mostly gone, and I was in the mood for doing more sexy things.

I slowly pulled my knickers up, being careful not to wipe the honey off.

Millie was standing in the bathroom doorway, her mouth hanging open. “You showed Miss Laine your bare bottom!” she said, astounded.

“So?” I said with a shrug.

“Good job, honey bum!” Miss Laine said, tickling me.

“Speaking of honey, would you both take a jar over to Mr. Dalliard?” Mum asked me and my sister. “I haven’t heard from him in a few days.”

OMG, it was sooo obvious why Mum wanted to send us on an errand! I bet she wanted to kiss Miss Laine some more and probably do even ruder stuff, too! I wondered if they were actually going out with each other now.

I wished I could have stayed and watched them, but Mum shooed me away. I gave her a little smirk and went to put some shorts on while Millie put a lead on Bee, and then we headed out to Mr. Dalliard’s.

***

We watched the girls out of my bedroom window as they wandered down the garden path with Bee.

Sadie turned to me. “Are we making honey?”

“Yes… but not that kind of honey,” I told her.

She gave me a knowing smile. “What kind, then?”

I pushed a hand inside my trousers and hooked a finger into my pussy. I was dripping wet down there. The naughty game we had played with Freya in the bathroom was still fresh in my mind, my perverted imagination filled with possibilities.

Withdrawing my finger, I reached out to smear my liquid arousal over my best friend’s luscious lips. “That kind,” I told her, my voice husky with lust.

Sadie licked her lips and smiled impishly at me. “Such a dirty lady…”

I gestured to a pile of boxes on my bed. “I treated myself to some gifts.”

“Aww, I thought they were for me,” Sadie pouted as we made ourselves comfy on the bed.

I opened a box and pulled out some black sheer stockings with a lace trim. Another box contained lacy panties: black, crimson, teal. More boxes and bags revealed vintage brassieres, a scarlet and black baby doll negligee and more stockings.

“Goodness, you have been busy,” Sadie said, running her hands over the negligee.

We had money put away in the bank; Tony’s career as a successful city trader had seen to that. And although it seemed too easy, too convenient to rely on those funds, I was grateful for the security they represented. Selling honey wasn’t going to make me rich, that was for sure. So yes, sometimes I felt like spoiling myself.

“Shall we try some on?” I asked my friend.

Sadie began to undo the buttons on her jeans.

I took my trousers off and pulled a pair of black stockings up my legs. I’d worn nylons like this most days as a barrister in the city, but beekeepers didn’t have much use for such indulgence. They felt good against my skin. Tugging my plain knickers off, I slipped on a new pair that matched the stockings. I felt silly wearing a t-shirt with my sexy ensemble, so I pulled that off too, allowing my breasts to spill out.

Sadie wriggled into a pair of crimson stockings and some red and black panties. Like me, she took off her shirt and went bare-chested. “Ooohh, these knickers are nicer than mine. I might steal them,” she said to me.

“Panty thief!” I retorted, and we giggled like a couple of schoolgirls.

“Did you give Freya my panties?” Sadie asked me.

“Not yet. Tonight, maybe.”

“Do you have any new stories to tell me about her?”

“No, but I think I might tomorrow,” I told her with a naughty grin and ran my fingers over the lacy material of my new panties.

“What are you planning to do?” Sadie asked me as she kneaded her pert breasts.

“Let’s see… I might ask Freya to come to my room again.”

“And then what?”

I slid a hand down my knickers and ran two fingers through my wet folds. “How about I give her your dirty panties and watch her as she smells them?”

Sadie caressed herself through my panties, pinching her nipple with the other hand. “You’re such a pervert.”

“Don’t you make a mess of my new undies, naughty girl,” I scolded her, playfully.

“Tell me what else you’re going to do with Freya tonight,” Sadie asked me, her eyes wild with lust.

“I don’t know, but it’s going to be dirty, Sadie. Really dirty,” I said as I fingered myself.

“Let me watch,” Sadie moaned.

I smiled at her and shook my head.

“Please,” she begged.

“Not tonight, but soon. Now take those nice new panties off and come sit on my face,” I told her.

Quickly shucking my panties, she straddled my head, lowering her steamy cunt down to my waiting mouth. I feasted on her, my tongue savouring the sour, metallic taste, hungry for more.

Sadie moaned, humping against my mouth, her hands full of my hair. “I loved kissing Freya’s cute little bottom, Georgia,” she whimpered as I tongue-fucked her. “She smelled so good. Could you smell her, too?”

I couldn’t answer. Her gorgeous cunt was pressed tightly against my mouth, which was exactly where I wanted it. I assaulted her with my tongue until she came loudly, her musky syrup glazing my lips.

Bending forward, Sadie put her face between my legs, pulling the gusset of my damp knickers to one side to get at my cunt. We ate each other out in a frenzy until we came together, Sadie for the second time.

She made me feel so dirty. And I was enjoying being dirty lately. More so than I had in a very long time. I hadn’t realised how pent up my sexual desires had become, living out in the country with the girls, never dating, always afraid of betraying my late husband’s memory. It was all bound to spill over sooner or later. So there I was with my tongue in my best friend’s cunt, and fully intending to do something equally as naughty to my ten-year-old daughter.

So this is how it chooses to manifest itself. So be it, then.

***

As me and Millie followed the narrow country roads to Mr. Dalliard’s house, I tried my best to think of a way to talk to my sister about what had happened at the Menhir Stone, but for some reason I was scared to. What we had seen just didn’t seem possible and I wasn’t completely sure that it had happened at all. I’d tried to tell Mum and Miss Laine but they thought I was joking. And why wouldn’t they? It sounded like one of the pretend games me and Millie liked to play, except this one was real. I thought it was real, anyway.

Was I going mad? Whatever was happening to Millie, was it happening to me too? I needed to know.

I took a big breath and spoke. “Millie?”

“Yup?”

“As… as your big sister, I feel we should have a chat about your recent behaviour.”

Yeah, that sounded good. Just like Mum would say it.

So of course, Millie laughed and began imitating me. “Oh, I feel we should have a chat about your recent behaviour! Look at me, I’m so posh! Come here and polish my shoes!” she said to me in a stupid high-pitched voice, prancing up the road.

“Shut up!” I shouted at her, trying not to lose my temper. One of us had to be mature. “Look, this is serious. What happened to us when you touched the Menhir Stone?”

Millie stopped messing around and looked at me, frowning slightly. “I dunno. It just sucked me in.”

“How?”

She just shrugged.

“Did we really see a Dryad?” I asked her.

“Yeah, I told you she was real. You saw her, didn’t you? And the other Dryads, too?”

“I don’t know what I saw. I thought maybe it was a dream or something.”

“It definitely wasn’t a dream.”

“But why was she at the Menhir Stone? I thought she lived in the big tree.”

“She does, but it doesn’t mean she can’t go to other places, too. That would be like you and me not being able to leave our house, wouldn’t it?”

“I suppose. Does she talk to you?”

“I… I’m not sure. It’s all confusing, like there’s two of them, and they’re fighting over me,” my sister said, looking upset.

That really spooked me. “Two of them?”

“I think something else lives in the tree. Something not nice.”

“Like a bad Dryad?”

“I dunno.”

“Why can’t I hear them?”

Millie stamped her foot. “I don’t know, Freya! I’m not a – a tree nymph expert, am I?”

I studied my sister carefully. I didn’t think she was fibbing. She usually made a face like a startled monkey when she told lies. But… weird spirits hiding in trees and rocks? I just didn’t know what to think.

“We should ask Mr. Dalliard. He told us to visit the tree in the first place. I’m quite cross with him, actually!” I announced, determined to get to the bottom of this mystery.

Mr. Dalliard had lived in the same old farmhouse his whole life. It once belonged to his parents and there used to be a farm attached to it, but over the years bits and pieces of land had been sold off here and there until just the house remained. It was filled with old, well looked after furniture and loads of strange objects and antiques from Mr. Dalliard’s many travels: A Zulu fighting stick from Africa, a Samurai sword from Japan, a German Kaiser helmet from World War One, an old diver’s suit with a helmet that looked amazingly heavy, a gigantic ammonite fossil that was at least a metre wide, and loads of other cool stuff.

We sat in Mr. Dalliard’s living room while he made us tea, and I warily eyed the big grandfather clock in the corner. The last time I was here, it had struck 12 PM and had scared the stuffing out of me with its loud chiming. It was like having Big Ben in your lounge.

Bee wandered round the living room sniffing everything in sight. I hoped she didn’t decide to do a wee on Mr. Dalliard’s carpet.

Mr. Dalliard came in with two tin mugs full of tea and a plate of biscuits on a tray, which he put down on a small table. “Tea’s up, nippers,” he croaked.

“Thank you,” me and my sister said together.

“Tha’s navy tea. Put ‘airs on yer chest, it will.”

“I don’t want hairs on my chest!” Millie squealed.

Mr. Dalliard slapped his knee in amusement and wheezed out a raspy laugh. “Thanks for the ‘oney. From the last ‘arvest, is it?”

“No, it’s a jar from the first harvest,” I said to him. “We haven’t extracted the second lot yet.”

Millie took a swig of her tea and put the mug down on the table. Mr. Dalliard picked it up and put it back down on one of the coasters he had laid out for us. “Don’t be putting it on my nice table, ya pest! Took me bloomin’ ages to polish that up with yer mum’s beeswax, that did.”

“Sorry,” Millie said.

I sat up straight and cleared my throat. “Mr. Dalliard?”

Mr. Dalliard sat down in his armchair with his own mug of tea. “Aye?”

“Millie… well, Millie’s been doing some weird stuff ever since we went to the big oak tree and… and it’s probably your fault, cause you told us to visit it in the first place. There. I said it.”

Mr. Dalliard dipped a custard cream into his mug of tea and stuck it in his mouth. Bee gazed up at him with her ears pricked up, in hope he might share the next biscuit. After he’d chewed and swallowed it, he finally spoke. “What sort o’ weird stuff’s that, then?”

“She hears voices, don’t you, Millie?” I said to my sister.

Munching on a chocolate digestive, Millie nodded. “One wants me to come live in the tree and the other one shows me how to make friends with animals.”

“And Millie touches stuff and goes all spaced out, like this,” I explained, then made a face like a zombie.

“I don’t look like that!” Millie laughed, giving me a slap on the arm.

“You do! She does, Mr. Dalliard. We found an old fireplace in the forest and Millie touched it and she did that face, then she started going on about a lady who makes medicine or something.”

“I think one of them used to live there,” Millie added.

“And then the other day – and you probably won’t believe me but I’ll tell you anyway – Millie touched the Menhir Stone near Miss Laine’s house and we both zoomed back in time and there were Neanderthals and Dryads. Like, actual real Dryads!” I finished, catching my breath.

“Yeah, I had to hold on to the big stone because Freya was licking—”

I interrupted Millie with a look, shaking my head. “No, Mr. Dalliard doesn’t need to know about that bit.”

Mr. Dalliard sat there holding a biscuit up to his open mouth as he listened to our story. When we had finished, he closed his mouth and put the biscuit back on his plate. “Well,” he said. “Well, I never. Tha’s quite the story.” He took his glasses off and rubbed his eyes, then slipped them back on again. “Bloomin’ ‘ell. I’s a right idiot,” he said in a quiet voice.

“What do you mean?” I said.

Mr. Dalliard sighed. “I knows there’s summit in that old tree, I’s known it for a long time. Got myself in a spot o’ bother there when I were a nipper. But the thing is, young’uns, most folk in this world is dull as dishwater, and dull folk don’t know about the magic that hides in the trees and the oceans and the old stones. Ignorance is like a wall that protects ya, see?”

Mr. Dalliard leant forward in his chair and spoke to Millie. “But you, Millie, you’s as sharp as a button. You sees things others don’t. And it’s both a blessin’ and a curse, right? You sees all the magic and all the strange things that this world hides, but the strange things, they sees you as well. And mayhap, some of ’em might not be so good.”

“What do we do, then?” I asked. “Should we tell Mum?”

Mr. Dalliard picked up his mug of tea, but his hand started to shake uncontrollably. He grabbed his wrist with the other hand, and I quickly took the mug from him, setting it back down on the table.

“Are you okay, Mr. Dalliard?” I asked him as Millie gently rubbed his shoulder. He’d gone white as a sheet.

“The world’s caught up to me, nipper,” he told me, rubbing his hand. “That bit of extra time the Lady gave to me, it’s startin’ to run dry, it is. Can’t say I’s sorry, though. Terrible thing to see your loved ones die. First me darlin’ wife, then me own son.” He gazed sorrowfully at the grandfather clock. “Imagine seeing yer own boy grow old and die… terrible…”

We sat there silent for a moment, the sound of the old clock tick-tocking away in the corner.

Then Mr. Dalliard seemed to notice us again and slapped his knee. “Listen to me, goin’ on like an old codger! You best be gettin’ ‘ome, littluns. I expect yer mum’ll have supper ready soon, won’t she?”

Millie took two biscuits for the journey home as I snapped the lead on Bee.

As my sister skipped across Mr. Dalliard’s yard, I turned to him. “What should we do about Millie?”

Looking down at me, Mr. Dalliard put a hand on my shoulder. “I dunno if yer mum’ll listen to ya, but young Sadie will. She might just know summit about that old fireplace in the woods, too. She knows all kinds of things, that girl does.” He gave me a wink.

“I suppose that’s why she’s a teacher,” I said.

“Aye. And Freya?”

That might have been the first time Mr. Dalliard had called me by my name.”Yes?”

“Look after yer sister, alright?”

“I will,” I replied.

On the way home I gave Millie a bit of a telling off for nearly spilling the beans to Mr. Dalliard about the naughty games we’d been playing, and reminded her that those kinds of things definitely needed to be kept secret.

Little sisters are such a pain sometimes.

***

I looked at the clock on my bedside table – 10:27 PM.

Would she be here soon? I felt like a schoolgirl waiting for her first love. It felt new and exciting. It was ridiculous, but I was going to run with it anyway.

“Would you like to visit me in my room again tonight?” I’d whispered to her earlier in the evening across the kitchen table while Millie poured herself a glass of juice from the fridge.

“Yes, please,” she’d whispered back, sporting a cheeky grin.

I lay on my bed, new black stockings and lacy panties tattooed against my skin, and a negligee, wispy and gossamer-light against my body, its see-through material teasing the promise of my bare breasts. I’d considered slipping into my high heels, but despite what the porn movies tell you, shoes are just not very practical in bed.

My bedroom door slowly creaked open, and a little head appeared.

I poked my tongue out at my older daughter and she poked hers back at me. I gestured for her to enter with a seductive finger and she crept into the room, closing the door behind her. Leaning back against it, she sighed, then gave me a sweet smile.

“I’ve been waiting for you,” I told her. “I thought you’d got lost on the way.”

“Your room is right next door to ours, silly,” Freya cooed.

“Come here, you,” I said to her and she padded across the room to stand at the foot of my bed.

“How come you’re dressed like that?” she asked, looking me up and down.

I caressed both legs through my new sheer stockings. “It feels naughty to wear sexy things like this. Don’t you like them?”

“Yeah, I definitely do. It’s just, I never saw you wear anything like that before.”

Freya began climbing onto the bed but I raised a hand to stop her. “Wait.”

She frowned. “Huh?”

“I didn’t say you could sit on my bed, did I?” I said, teasing her.

“Aww, don’t be mean!” Freya whined.

“Stay there for the moment. First, I want to see you take your pyjamas off.”

Freya tutted and rolled her eyes at me. She pulled her pyjama bottoms down and stepped out of them, then unbuttoned her top, letting it fall to the floor. She stood at the bottom of my bed in her baby blue panties, and a surge of warmth rippled through my loins.

“Now put a hand down your knickers and play with yourself while I take this negligee off, okay?” I instructed her.

“Okay,” Freya replied, her hand disappearing down into her undies.

“That’s a good girl. It makes Mummy so hot when you do that.” I sat up and pulled my negligee up and over my head, then lay back against the pillows and squeezed my full breasts, rolling the nipples between my fingers until they were rock hard.

“Can you take your knickers off, please?” Freya asked, a hand toiling away between her legs.

“Oh, you want to see Mummy’s pussy?” I teased.

She nodded eagerly, her knuckles sliding up and down through the thin material of her panties.

Standing up on the bed, I slowly walked to the edge where my daughter was waiting. Her eyes went wide as I drew closer. “I think you should take them off,” I told her. “Seeing as you want to see what’s underneath so badly.”

Freya withdrew her hand from her knickers and reached for the waistband of mine. The telltale signs of arousal glistened on her fingers.

“Nice and slowly,” I said as she began to slide my knickers down. I stopped her as they reached my knees. “Would you like to give them a little sniff before you take them all the way off?”

She nodded bashfully and I gently took her face in both hands, pulling her towards me.

“That’s it, smell Mummy’s panties, baby,” I growled while my daughter breathed in the scent of the damp knickers stretched around my knees.

Making Freya smell my cunt should have been one perversion too many. I never would’ve considered doing anything this lewd with my husband. But where my little girl was concerned, it seemed my inhibitions were few and far between. She liked my smell. And I liked that she liked it.

“Is it nice?” I asked her.

Freya looked up at me and nodded, her eyes heavy with lust. My musky scent was clearly working its primaeval magic, sending signals to her developing mind and body. I stroked her hair, marvelling at the potency of the erotic sight before me.

But my throbbing cunt needed some attention, so I gently pushed her away. “Take them all the way off now,” I said, and she slid my panties down to my ankles, so I could easily step out of them.

Now nude but for my stockings, I stood over Freya and moved my feet apart, then spread my labia open, pushing hips out towards her. “Is this what you were hoping to see, little girl?” I hissed.

Freya stared at my cunt, no more than a foot away from her face, wearing a slightly intimidated expression. I’d never felt so dirty; so perverted. Never before had my sexuality manifested itself in such an aggressive manner. I tried to restrain myself, not wanting to take things too far and scare my daughter.

“Do you like it when I open myself for you like this?” I asked her. She nodded. “Yeah? Can you smell it?”

“Yeah, it’s nice,” Freya said.

I sauntered back down the other end of the bed, glancing over my shoulder at Freya, giving her a seductive look and a great view of my bum before sitting down with my back against the headboard, legs spread wide open. “Take your panties off and come join me,” I told her.

Freya eagerly whipped her knickers off and climbed onto the bed, opposite me. She pulled her legs as far apart as she could, imitating my spread-eagled pose.

“Let’s finger our pussies for each other, baby,” I growled, and was immediately rewarded with the sight of Freya sliding a finger in and out of her bald cunt.

I shoved two fingers inside myself and frigged myself lewdly for my little girl’s benefit. “Oh, yes. That looks so sexy, Freya. Fuck your little pussy for me.”

“This is so amazing, doing this with you, Mum,” Freya told me. “I’ll bet none of the other girls at school get to touch themselves with their mums.”

“I’ll bet they don’t. And that’s why it has to be our special secret. I’d get into lots of trouble if anyone ever found out,” I told her as I worked my cunt up into a messy, musky lather.

“I won’t tell. I don’t ever want us to stop doing this,” Freya moaned.

Taking my dripping fingers out of my cunt, I smeared them over my stockings, leaving shiny trails over the fine silk. “See how wet I am, baby?”

“Wow, your stuff is so creamy… and there’s so much of it,” Freya marvelled as she played with herself.

“Mummy can get really messy when she’s excited,” I told her, planting my fingers back inside myself, roughly thrusting them in and out to generate more pussy juice. “Let’s see how sticky we can make these pretty new stockings.”

I wanted her to see how nasty I could be, to show her how daring I was, maybe even shock her a little bit. I coated my fingers in the milky secretions, then wiped them all over my stockings, leaving them glistening with juices.

“You’re so rude, Mum!” Freya told me, amazed at my perverse behaviour.

My eyes locked with hers, I slowly pulled my stockings down, first one and then the other, making a show of it. Still holding the second one, I climbed over my masturbating daughter. I stretched the sheer material out and brought it close, sliding it back and forth under her nose. “Look what you made me do on my nice new stockings, baby girl.”

Freya closed her eyes and frantically rubbed her clit until a collision of senses overwhelmed her and she exploded into orgasm underneath me. “Oh, Mum!” she squealed, her whole body stiffening; convulsing.

“That’s it, baby, come for Mummy. Good girl,” I soothed, running my fingers through her hair.

She finally lay there gazing up at me, her chest rising; falling as her climax subsided. “Oh, wow,” she panted, “orgasms are the – the best thing ever!”

“Let’s lie down together,” I suggested, and we stretched out side by side facing one another. My hand found her hip and the curve of her smooth bottom, fingertips caressing gently. “Can I have a kiss?” I asked her.

“Sure,” she replied and kissed me sweetly on the lips.

“That was nice,” I told her. And it was. But I knew it could be even nicer. “Now, how about one with tongues?”

Freya opened her mouth to speak, closed it, then opened it again. “Like… a girlfriend kiss?”

“Yeah, it’ll be our little secret,” I whispered, holding a finger to my lips.

Freya smiled shyly and kissed me again, but this time our tongues met and mingled. She tasted sweet in my mouth, and as we both pulled away, I saw the laughter in her eyes – that we would deign to do something so wonderfully daring, so outrageous.

Her gaze settled on my breasts, and without much thought, I took one of her hands in mine. “It’s okay to touch them if you want,” I told her and placed it upon my tit.

Watching one another masturbate seemed to have advanced into touching and kissing. The line had been crossed. I’d told Sadie how I planned to do dirty things with my daughter, and perhaps that was merely my desire driving me in the heat of the moment. But now, just as I had accepted the developing sexual relationship with my best friend, so too was I willing to follow this incestuous accord with my little girl wherever it chose to take us.

Freya tentatively explored my breasts, her palm sliding over the erect nipples.

“You can squeeze them a bit harder if you like, they won’t break,” I assured her with a chuckle.

She kneaded and massaged my tits, the tip of her tongue poking out in adorable concentration. “It’s like making bread,” she muttered, perhaps more to herself than to me.

“Is it okay if I touch you, too?” I asked her. She nodded at me halfheartedly, barely listening to my words.

I ran a hand over her flat chest, over her tiny bee-sting titties, her skin wondrously soft against my fingers.

Freya looked up at me. “Mum?”

“Yes, baby?”

“Can we maybe, um… touch each other’s pussies, please?”

I was too far past the point of no return to refuse. Of course we were going to touch each other there. How could we not? “Sure, baby. Let’s be naughty girls and finger each other.”

I reached between my daughter’s legs and traced her puffy lips with the tip of a finger, gliding through her moist, hairless slit.

In turn, she explored my fleshy, more mature cunt – her eager fingers here, there and everywhere, collecting creamy juices as they went about their business.

“Is this okay?” I asked her. I knew I wanted this, but I needed to make sure she did too, that she was happy with this new development in our relationship.

“Yeah. I’m just trying to find your hole so I can put my finger in,” Freya told me quite candidly.

I took her finger and guided it to the entrance of my cunt. “There we go. Push it in.” She slowly penetrated me, and I gasped in delight. “That’s it, in and out. So good.” I wanted more, though. “Put another one in,” I groaned and was rewarded with a second digit inside me.

I eased my own finger into Freya’s pussy and gently fucked her, being careful not to go too deep.

“Do it harder, please, Mum,” Freya begged me and I picked up the tempo a little, my finger making little squelchy sounds as it slid in and out of her. She matched me thrust for thrust, fucking me deeper and harder, a ring of frothy, creamy juices forming around her knuckles.

“Ooh, yeah,” I hissed. “Fuck Mummy, little girl.”

“I’m not a little girl… not really,” Freya told me in a faraway voice.

“You’ll always be my little girl,” I said, and kissed her on the mouth.

“Fuck me, Freya! Make me come!” I cried, and as my orgasm burst to the surface, I held my daughter’s fingers deep inside me, whimpering; moaning while my spent cunt twitched and spasmed exquisitely. “Freya! Oh, baby girl, that feels so nice!” I let it wash over me, then relaxed, slumping against the bed.

“Well, you could have made me do an orgasm, too,” Freya pouted, and I realised that, in my urgency to come, I’d pulled my finger out of her.

“Oh, I’m sorry, sweetie. Do you want me to finger you again so you can come too?”

Freya flashed a wicked grin. “Actually, I wouldn’t mind rubbing my pussy on yours and making myself do an orgasm that way, if it’s okay with you.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at her frankness. “I don’t see why not.”

“Okay, I’m gonna get on top of you,” she told me.

“Hold on. Let’s try it another way.” I sat back against the pillows with my legs open wide. “Now come and sit on me sideways,” I said, arranging her on top of me until she was in my lap, her pussy snug against mine.

“I never did it this way before,” she said to me, excited at this new, naughty opportunity.

“This is called tribbing, by the way,” I told her. “Off you go then, sexpot. Rub away.” I swatted her lightly on the bum.

With a giggle, Freya began sliding her pussy back and forth on mine. I cupped her bum cheeks and pulled her in for a tighter fit, warm juices lubricating our erotic endeavours and infusing the air around us with an intoxicating musk.

“It feels so good!” Freya gushed as she humped against me.

Suddenly remembering something important, I paused in my grinding. “Oh, I have a present for you,” I said, retrieving a pair of lacy knickers from under my pillow. “Guess whose these are?” I held them mere inches from her face.

“Aren’t they yours?”

“Nope, guess again.”

She made a face. “I dunno, tell me!”

I draped the dirty panties across her face and took hold of her arse again, grinding my cunt against hers. “They’re a present from your teacher.”

“Miss Laine?! These are Miss Laine’s panties?!” Freya exclaimed, astonished. She pressed them to her nose and took a deep sniff.

“I thought you might like them,” I said as we settled back into a hot, sticky rhythm of pussy grinding. “Fuck your mummy, baby girl. Rub your sticky little cunt on me,” I was barely in control, spewing out the nasty words before I could stop them.

I remembered back when the girls were younger and I would bounce them on my lap, and how they would giggle hysterically. This was like a dirty, corrupted, wholly perverted version of that innocent game, and somehow that made it even better.

“Bouncy, bouncy, bouncy, baby girl!” I panted, thrusting myself against my daughter as she rode me. “Fuck Mummy’s cunt!”

“Mum! I’m… I’m gonna do it on you, okay?!” Freya squealed.

Acting on a sudden impulse, I stuck a finger up her arsehole. Freya’s body jerked violently as she came against me.

I came too, arching my pelvis up so our cunts were mashed together. “Oh, yes! Come on me! Come on me, little girl! Oh, fuck!”

Freya fell forward upon me and I put my arms and legs around her, kissing her head and whispering sweet words to her. “Good girl… that was so nice… so, so nice… you’re such a big girl to make Mummy feel like that…”

She closed her eyes and fell asleep on me, Sadie’s panties still clutched in her hand. I gently laid her down next to me. Soon I would carry my daughter back to her room, but there was one more thing I needed to do first.

Reaching for my laptop, I opened it up and made a video call to Sadie.

My best friend appeared on screen, sleepy eyed; her hair a mess. “What’s the matter? Is something wrong?” she mumbled.

“No, nothing wrong,” I told her in a hushed voice.

“You woke me up, you cow,” Sadie groaned.

I spun the laptop round so that it was facing my naked ten-year-old daughter, peacefully slumbering with her teacher’s dirty knickers held to her face.

“Oh…” Sadie whispered, barely audible through the tiny speakers.

I spoke softly, taking on a playful cadence. “We had ever so much fun tonight, Miss Laine.”

I saw her shiver. “So I see,” she said, her voice tinged with desire. “I’d love to join you.”

“Soon,” I told her. “Soon…”

On to Chapter Eight!

 By kinkys_sis

       Edited by:  Jacqueline Jillinghoff – Thank you.

I stood on the station platform, silently fuming at myself. I’d just missed my train, which now meant a fifteen-minute wait. It wasn’t that I was in any particular hurry, it was just that I hated waiting.

My eyes weren’t focused on anything, but suddenly, some stupid girl was walking straight at me. She was busy looking at her phone, her fingers a blur. I made to get out of her path, but then; her face! Shit, she was fucking gorgeous.

I stood my ground and waited as she got closer. Would she notice that she was about to run into me?

At the last second, she halted, a breath away. She looked up in surprise. “Oh! I’m sorry,” she blurted, waving her phone. “It was kinda important.”

I was in shock. How could anyone be so beautiful? At least, not people you met. You only saw girls like her on magazine covers and such.

Her eyes took on a sparkle, an awareness of her effect. God, those eyes. I melted.

“I really am sorry,” she murmured, then with a smile she turned and walked past.

She was young, but her age seemed impossible to tell. Thirteen? Sixteen? Shit, I didn’t care. If instant love was possible, this was it.

I glanced around, but I couldn’t spot her. She must be somewhere. She couldn’t have disappeared.

I heard clicks, although, for a moment, they didn’t register. A glance behind and there she was. Her phone tilted up, then another click.

Was it possible? She was actually taking pics of me?

I should have felt annoyed at this invasion of my privacy. Instead, I felt flattered. Why would this young angel want my pic? Me, in my forties, certainly past my prime, even though my friends tell me that I am still attractive.

I took a peek over my shoulder. This time she was waiting for me to look. Her eyes gripped mine, and again that smile. My thighs clenched involuntarily, my thoughts in a whirl. How could this child have such an effect on me?

I tore my eyes away after she took one more pic of me, facing her this time. I floundered. What should I do? It was then that I felt the dribble. Fuck, I was wetting myself over her.

I felt my lust rising. Two could play this game. Reaching behind, I hiked up my dress and adjusted my thong. All the time her phone clicked away.

It was then that the train pulled in. The girl walked past, flashing another dazzling smile. “Thank you,” she said and slipped onto the train.

I shook myself before following. It was my train too.

In seconds, I saw her, she was still watching me. Was it a questioning look this time? My feet seemed to have a mind of their own, I found myself pushing my way through the crowded carriage toward her.

The closer I got, the faster my heart beat. What the fuck would I say? This was all beyond my experience.

But she led. “Hi, I’m Bee. You didn’t mind? I mean like, taking your pic? When I almost bumped into you, when our eyes first met … well, I just wanted to remember how you looked.”

“Er, Alison. Pleased, I’m sure. But I … I don’t understand, I’m old enough to be your mother. Why would you want to remember me?”

“Huh! Age — poof! — who cares? You’re beautiful, especially your eyes, pools of magic that drew me in.” She laughed, a wonderful tinkly sound. “See, I’m a writer and I come out with crap like that.”

A writer?” I stupidly echoed. “You’re so young. What do you write, poems or something?”

God, her laugh, this time sultry and sexy. “I write erotica … lesbian erotica actually. I wanted to remember you for my next character. I’ve never used an Asian in my stories before. Can I guess? Chinese-American, right?”

Was I becoming some kind of an idiot? “Erotica? You mean sex stories? And yes, we originate from China.”

A shockwave ran through me when her hand lifted and brushed my arm. “Yes, that’s exactly what I mean.” Her grin widened at my reaction. “I have this effect on some people, and I can see you’re one. Hope you don’t mind.”

“But you’re only …”

She interrupted me. “I’m what, too young? I’m thirteen according to the calendar, but I’m light-years older when it comes to sex.” She trailed a finger up my arm. “You feel it, don’t you? Don’t deny, Alison.”

“Thirteen? I could get shot for my thoughts. If I told you I’m wet, would you know what I mean?”

She leaned close and whispered. “Your cunt is leaking because of me.” She laughed at my shock. I never used swear words like that. How could this girl know such things?

She got even closer, her warm breath on my ear. “So is mine.” Three words, and I almost came. She pressed on. “Your lovely ass — I’m dying to probe it.”

If I was shocked before, I was in total disarray now. My body screamed out for her, but I also felt terror, terror at being caught with a juvenile. I knew I should back away before it was too late.

She read my mind. “Oh Auntie, you look flustered. Are you okay?” Her fingers still traced, sympathetically, but also sexually.

Understanding dawned. She was giving me a way to be with her, in public at least. “Where are you going, Bee?”

“To the beach. We have a small villa on the seafront. I’m going there today, my sister perhaps tomorrow. And you, Auntie, where are you going?” Her hand was almost at the top of my arm. As she dropped it, a finger trailed along the side of my breast. An electric-like shock hit my nerves, and my nipples erupted. Her eyes sparkled when she saw them.

Was she inviting me to join her? Or perhaps she was just playing. But, I answered her question. “I’ve been to visit my mother-in-law, now I’m on my way home, next stop actually.”

“So, if I asked for you to join me, to come to the villa, would you?”

My thoughts tumbled head over heels as I looked at her. Her long, very long hair, the shape of barely budding breasts. Her emerging figure belied her age. She was ravishingly beautiful. But I was drawn back to her model’s face and magnetic eyes. That was where her true beauty was. Then her parted lips drew my gaze, and for the first time, I saw how utterly kissable they were. Fuck, what do I do?

She understood my struggle. “Auntie Alison, please come to the beach, have some fun, just a swim, a glass of wine maybe. You can leave when you want … or you can stay. I’d like you to stay.”

I found my hand now being held. “Really, Bee? You really want me to come?”

She laughed. “Oh yes, I want you to come all right.”

“But I don’t have anything with me, no costume, toiletries, in fact, nothing.”

“You’re not saying no, which means you will come. We won’t need costumes. The rest we can sort out.” She leaned forward and hugged me. “I do so hope you will … Auntie.”

It felt as though my body heat had risen by several degrees. No costumes? I put my arms around her, pulling her close. Nobody was paying us the slightest attention. We were just two people standing in a crowd. Then the side of her hip pressed between my legs, the rocking of the train did the rest.

Through a haze, I heard her. “Come for me, Auntie, come for Bee.”

We had reached the city outskirts. The majority of passengers exited the train. Only one couple was left, up at the far end of the carriage, and they were facing away from us.

I was about to suggest we should sit. But, even as the doors slammed shut, Bee grabbed my hand and pulled it under her skirt. “Feel my panties, Auntie. See how wet I am.”

It was true, her knickers were soaking. I had succumbed to this girl, I was hers. Oddly, she was the one in control. I began to run my fingers across her front, feeling her slit through the thin wet material.

She purred like a kitten, pressing herself at my fingers. “You can fuck my pussy, Auntie. We’ve got time.”

The crotch of her knickers was easily moved aside. I found her bare flesh, slick and slippery. Her heat felt as though it would burn my fingers. I trembled at the forbidden touch, but there was no turning back. This wondrous young beauty had ensnared me.

I sensed that she needed more than one finger, and I slid them into her, meeting her urgent thrust. She muttered in my ear. “Fuck yes.” Then she bit my neck. My fleeting thought was of vampires, but I didn’t care.

Her lips came around until she could force them on mine. A kiss filled with passion and urgency in its demands.

Never did I remember being so captivated and thrilled. I wanted to please her. I had to please her.

My tongue twinned with hers, her saliva feeding me when I sucked. Her eyes remained open, boring deep into mine. I imagined they gleamed. She knew I was utterly hers.

I was conscious of time, the next station, so I fucked her hard, my fingers a blur as they pumped her pussy. Her juices ran, coating my hand.

Her vagina clamped, and she grew taller as she rose on the balls of her feet. She broke the kiss and pulled me tight, as again, her lips fastened on my neck. I felt a stab of pain from her teeth as suddenly her whole body went rigid, pressing hard against me.

I held her ass, taking her weight when the trembling began. She shook more and more. I had never witnessed an orgasm that seemed to go on and on for so long.

She pulled her face back to stare at me again, the shaking still wracking her body. Her face contorted, almost a snarl. Slowly, she came down as her face relaxed back to its normal beauty.

I gazed at her in wonder, until. “Bee, never — what the fuck was that?”

Now, she smiled. “Oh, that’s just me. When someone really attracts me, turns me on, that’s how I come.”

The train began to slow. I pulled her to me and gave her a quick kiss. “I think I’ll stay. Shall we sit?”

She held my hand and pulled my head onto her shoulder. I sat beside her, trying to understand. How did a woman of my age and supposed experience come to feel that I was the submissive one to a thirteen-year-old? Yet, somehow, it felt comfortable.

We arrived at our destination … Colinda Beach, a handful besides us left the train. “Bee, I need to go and pay my excess fare. I’ll be quick.”

For the benefit of the railway official standing on the platform, she said, “Okay, Auntie, I’ll wait here.”

The guy in the ticket office was an asshole. He insisted he had to charge me double the normal fair as I had failed to purchase the correct ticket. My voice rose, protesting that I had voluntarily come to pay.

Bee appeared. “Is there a problem, Auntie?”

The ticket guy looked at her. “Hello, Bee, haven’t seen you in a while.”

“Hi, Bob, may I introduce my aunt? She’s come down for the weekend.”

He gave me a puzzled look, my ethnicity obviously tripping him. “Aunt by marriage,” I explained.

Now, he smiled, “Well, that’s different then.” He tore up my ticket and threw it in the trash. “You have a nice weekend, folks.”

What a nice guy after all.

Outside the station, she told me, “It’s twenty minutes from here, but it’s a lovely walk.”

I gave her a “humph,” then waved at the cab driver sitting on the wall. The cab ride only took three minutes.

Bee told the driver to stop, as we had arrived at a gorgeous little villa. It was set at least a hundred yards from its nearest neighbour. From the rear, I could see that the front veranda faced straight onto the sand.

“Oh my, Bee, it’s beautiful. What a stunning place.”

She grinned. “I knew you’d like it, come on, let’s get it opened up and get us a cold drink.”

I followed behind her, down the side path. For the first time, I properly saw her ass. Fuck, I was already creaming my knickers again.

A key was produced from her bag, and a moment later, she held the door open for me. The room looked homely, nice, and comfortable, not simply a holiday chalet.

I helped Bee open the windows and shutters, and the cool breeze quickly cleared the stuffiness. There were two bedrooms, both with large double beds, though one had an extra single. I paused to admire the decor of one of the rooms. Bee grinned. “Yes, this is my room, but shall we come back to that, let’s have a drink.”

The wine cooler was well stocked. I saw at least twenty bottles, quite aside from the rack of reds. Bee saw my astonished look. “Oh, we’re not drunks. My mother likes to impress.”

In reply to her question, I told her any light white would suit me just fine. She didn’t hesitate but pulled out a Pinot Grigio. It wasn’t a wine I knew. A minute later I was savouring a delicious glass of wine. “Italian, — do you like it?” Bee asked.

“It’s wonderful. It seems that you know your wine as well as everything else.”

She brushed it off with a shrug. “I’m part Italian. I grew up with wine.”

I almost laughed at the way she’d said it. Grew up, at thirteen? The thought died in my mind. She wasn’t a child. God no. But quite what she was, I had no idea.

She had seen my expression. “Don’t worry, Alison. Please accept me as I am, not what you think I should be.”

Bee put her wine on the table in the centre of the room. “Would you like to swim or …” she glanced back at the bedroom … ” or would you like to fuck?”

There was little doubt that this girl was nothing but direct. “I’d love a swim, but …”

“Poof, costumes, I told you, it doesn’t matter here.” With that, she lifted her top.

Oh God, so beautiful. Small budding breasts, dark puffy areolas surmounted by pert nipples. “You’re staring,” she laughed, before wriggling her skirt down.

I followed her lead and soon stood naked in front of her. Bee simply grinned for a moment as her eyes travelled up and down. “I knew it,” she said, “Fucking gorgeous.” Her eyes lingered at my boobs. “Nice, not much bigger than mine.” She gave her sexy laugh. “And your nipples — they grow big just as fast as mine do.”

I followed her out onto the veranda nervously, but there wasn’t a soul in sight. She grabbed my hand. “Come on. Let’s get in.”

We ran across shimmering yellow sand, a little hot underfoot. The water was wonderful — no shock of cold. It felt so warm.

For the first time, Bee laughed more like a happy young teenager, a lovely infectious laugh. Then she dived and disappeared. Of course, I guessed what was coming and she didn’t let me down. I felt her fingers grab my ankles, before sliding up my legs.

I jumped in surprise when her mouth clamped to my pussy, and I felt her tongue take a quick poke between my lips.

She surfaced in front and pulled me into an embrace. Our lips met as our breasts pressed, her nipples as hard as mine. She pushed me toward the water’s edge.

Control forgotten, our hands roamed each other, pinching, squeezing and caressing. In unison, we found each other’s clits and collapsed into the roiling water. Our legs wrapped around one and other, hands trapped between. We rolled in the surf and we fucked. A wonderful, exhilarating fuck. She kissed like someone possessed, while lust overwhelmed me, my need as powerful as hers.

I felt her grip harder and knew she was getting close. I let myself go, striving to match her. Our fingers curled inside, our palms rubbing our nubs. She pulled away from our kiss, and once again, I saw that look, the fire in her eyes. I knew she was there.

We humped and rolled, I heard her scream, and my voice joined hers. “God, fuck me, Bee.”

We held each other as we spasmed into glorious orgasms.

We lay together, oblivious to the world. Then I heard her whisper. “You fuck nice, Alison. I’m so pleased you decided to come and stay.” She jerked her head back. “You are staying?”

It was my turn to laugh. “Just you try and stop me. Can I rinse the sand out of my ass, now? It’s rather gritty.”

“No, you can’t. That’s my job.”

Laughing together, we rinsed each other, before, hand in hand, we walked back up the beach.

I had never showered with another person before. Now here I was, with this gorgeous girl, who couldn’t keep her hands off me, and I certainly didn’t mind.

In a matter of only minutes, she had me right on edge again. Fingers deep inside my pussy. But when she forced her soapy finger into my ass, I was lost.

I struggled to keep myself from collapsing, I’d already come twice this morning, my normal weekly rate. Now, I was being fucked again, back and front. Then, when she bit my thigh, my orgasm erupted, a volcano blowing its top. I grabbed the taps for support as my legs trembled.

Bee rose and put her arms around me, softly stroking as she kissed. “Fuck, Alison, you come so beautifully. This is going to be the best visit yet.”

In a daze, I reached for her small breasts, but she smacked my hands away with a laugh. “Not yet, lover. Let’s get dry and have something to eat, we have all day after all. Then there’s the night as well.”

When we entered the kitchen, I saw lunch spread on the island. In answer to my inquiring look, Bee explained, “This was delivered this morning. It’s all lovely and fresh. We have an arrangement with a deli, they can let themselves in.

I hadn’t realised just how starved I was. I’d only had a light breakfast, never mind being fucked three times. I was ravenous.

Gorgeous crab and mayo sandwiches were washed down with more of the lovely crisp Pinot.

I would normally have felt uneasy sitting naked outdoors, but here we were, completely nude on the veranda, and it seemed so right.

I couldn’t keep my eyes off her, she must have been the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen and yet, here she was with me. I found it so hard to believe. How had it happened? Why me?

Bee dazzled me with a smile. “You’re still wondering, aren’t you? There really is no need, I wanted you as soon as I saw you. A beautiful lady, not the young girls I’m used to, I had to try. You didn’t know it, but I set my trap right from the off, and you walked straight into it. You don’t mind, do you?”

How could I mind? How many women of my age ever get an opportunity like this? Besides, I was already in love with her.

I put my plate down and held out my hand. “Come and sit on my lap, Bee.” She giggled, but came straight to me.

Her beautiful little bum nestled into my thighs. I saw her glance at my neck before she leaned and kissed me where it was still a little sore. After several kisses, she whispered. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know that I’d bitten you so hard. It’s a really bad habit of mine.”

“It’s okay, Bee, I don’t mind if you eat me all up.”

She laughed again. God, I could listen to her laughter and never tire of it. “Really?” she said as she wriggled her bum, forcing my legs apart. She slipped down between my thighs to kneel in front of me. Her hands grabbed hold of my ass and pulled me forwards.

She delicately spread my pussy open, then looked back up with a smile. “Such nice lips you have — and lookie here.” She was pushing my hood up, leaning her face near.

I felt her breath coming closer, and then bliss. Her lips kissed me right where it mattered. I doubted that I could possibly come again, but the feeling was wonderful. All I knew was that I wanted her there.

I had no idea what to expect, not from a little girl, but she soon showed me that she was no newcomer to eating pussy. In no time, my clit was on fire, responding to her lips and tongue. Then her fingers, where they now seemed to belong, slowly stroked in and out.

Feeling that familiar rush course through my body, I knew I would come again. I opened my eyes and found hers fixed on my face. It was those liquid pools again. I could happily drown in them.

Lifting myself off the chair, I forced my hips to her, as I started to shake. “Bee, oh God, love me, Bee.”

Then I was coming. My body convulsed like never before, spasms of sheer pleasure wracking me. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from hers, this goddess of love.

I fell back into the chair. “Bee, stop. For God’s sake stop. No more, my love.”

She took one final long lick, then came up to me, pushing her tongue into my mouth. I tasted my come just before our lips touched — a long, slow, tender kiss.

The sudden clapping shocked us both. I snapped my head around. “What the fuck? You perving on us or something? Fuck off.”

Bee began to laugh, then put a finger to my lips. She looked at the girl, chiding. “Sis, like she says, what the fuck? You’re not due until tomorrow. I wasn’t expecting you, not yet.”

The newcomer laughed again. “I can see that. So who’s the dishy lady? Gonna tell?”

“Alison, meet my sister, Maria,” she said and gave me a quick kiss. “It’s all cool, lover, you’ll see.”

She turned to her sister. “Now piss off for a minute. Go get yourself some wine.”

I watched another gorgeous ass wiggle its way indoors. My mind went into overdrive … the possibilities, oh God.

I looked at Bee. “Is she anything like you? She’s certainly as beautiful as you.”

Bee laughed. “Nah, she’s not a sex freak like me. She’s sorta more normal.”

She must have seen my disappointment. “Oh, don’t you worry, she still fucks good — real good.”

“You don’t mean … you and her?”

“Yup, we fuck. Don’t all sisters?”

Bee had managed to shock me several times, but now, my God, what a pair! I really was glad I had decided to come. This could be a very hot weekend.

We kissed for a little longer, then Bee said. “Come on, I’ll introduce you properly.”

I followed her back into the villa. Maria, with her back to us, was busy getting herself something to eat. But what grabbed my attention was that she was also as naked as us.

From the rear, she hardly looked any different from Bee. Maybe her legs were more muscled, and her hair wasn’t quite as long.

When she turned to face us, though, I saw the differences. Gorgeous high boobs, not large, but oh so pert. The muscles so clearly defined on her stomach, she had to be an athlete.

However, the main attention-grabber was her pussy. Fuck. Whereas Bee still had a young girl’s slit, Maria had lips, beautiful lips below a shiny hairless mound.

Maria inquired wryly. “So?”

I was speechless, dumbstruck. Maria walked toward me, then glanced at Bee. “May I?” In a heartbeat, her lips were on mine, her arms pulling me close. The kiss was far more tender than Bee’s, less sultry, but just as wonderful.

She broke the kiss and turned to Bee. “Got a kiss for sis?”

I watched the pair, they kissed like true lovers, hands exploring and caressing everywhere. Never had I seen such an erotic display.

Bee’s arm reached toward me, beckoning. Then it was a three-way cuddle, two pairs of lips on mine, tongues flicking between one and the other. I followed their lead and let my hands roam, fondling two amazing asses.

It was Maria who broke the cuddle. “As much fun as this is, I need to eat, guys. In or out?”

Feeling somewhat braver now, I suggested. “Our glasses are still outside. Shall we take the bottle?”

Maria had demanded to know the story. Where had Bee found me? Bee recounted the details of our meeting and what had followed. She included every sexy detail. Normally, this would have made me want to hide, but the way Bee told it, I felt rather proud. It was also, I noticed, making me very wet again.

It was obvious they were lovers. Their flirting never ceased. The nice thing, though, was how they included me. Their free and easy manner soon had me relaxed and enjoying myself. Maria had clearly accepted me and the fact that I was staying.

I couldn’t help wondering what bedtime would bring. There were plenty of beds, but there were three of us. As Bee’s guest, it was only logical that I would stay with her. But then I realised that Maria had come here not expecting to find me. It would have been her and Bee together. Which really only left one solution … oh my God, was it possible? The three of us together?

The afternoon was spent in endless chatter, with sexual innuendo casually thrown in. We swam some more, or rather, played naughty underwater games. I was never quite sure exactly whose fingers were delving into me. There came a moment when we stood together, each had a finger in an ass, a pussy rubbing a thigh. A three-way standing trib, exchanging kisses as we humped.

It was Bee — who else? — who said, “This is lovely, but the bed would be better.” Although I was very close, I knew she was right. I almost came right then at the thought of the three of us on the bed.

My legs struggled in the fine sand as arm-in-arm, we made our way back up the beach.

Inside the villa, I reached for a towel, but Bee snatched it away. “No need, I want to fuck.” Then she tugged me along.

Bee threw me onto the bed before the two beautiful girls descended on me. Someone’s lips covered mine. A hand mashed my tits. Another pair of lips fastened onto my pussy as hands lifted my ass from the bed. Then, a finger, — God two — pushed inside and began fucking me.

Whereas in the water, I had been so close, now I didn’t want to come, not yet. The pleasure these two me gave, fuck — I wanted it to last forever.

Two things occurred at the same moment. Teeth bit a nipple. Another set bit my clit. It was too much. I went over the edge. Waves of pure ecstasy engulfed me, shook my whole body like never before. The orgasm, so mind-blowingly intense, confounding my will to think. I rode the wave, on and on.

Lips caressed my face as my vision cleared. I saw my lovers, now kissing each other, their cheeks resting on mine.

My arms struggled to move, but somehow, I reached and hugged them to me. As their passion increased, saliva dribbled from their lips, I sucked it in and savoured them both.

Maria broke away and straddled Bee’s face. She beckoned to me. I didn’t understand at first but she helped me into position, kneeling in front of her with my ass backed into her stomach. Then she pushed me down.

As my mouth fell on Bee’s inviting slit, my ass rose in the air. Maria pressed her tongue against my rear entrance. Instinctively, I lifted my hips higher.

I had never before had a tongue in my ass, and I wouldn’t have imagined it possible. But getting fingered in the water earlier must have prepared me. I felt the wonder of her tongue sliding in. A soft and beautiful ass-fuck began.

As I wrapped Bee’s beautiful little button between my lips, a thought crossed my mind. I was sucking a thirteen year old’s clit. Yesterday, it would have seemed impossible, yet here I was. I wanted to love and please her after everything she had given me.

My years of experience came into play. Very quickly, I felt Bee pushing herself at me. Her legs lifted high, allowing me to tuck my arms through and push her legs toward her body.

My saliva joined the juice flowing from her, a small stream running down and coating her small bum hole. I knew why she had raised her legs, an invitation I gladly accepted.

I licked her clit harder with long, sweeping strokes. Below, my fingers pressed her star and slipped in deep. No virgin ass, this. Inflamed, I fucked her, and the little vixen immediately rocked to meet my thrusts.

Maria’s hands gripped my thighs, fingernails digging in. I sensed they were both very close. Could I come again?

Bee must have sensed it too, for she began rubbing my clit harder. As Maria’s tongue stopped moving, still buried deep, Bee ground her clit into my mouth. I sucked forcefully and soon felt her tremble, then saw the squirt in front of my eyes, the first time I’d ever witnessed this.

Bee stopped moving, yet the bed still shook. It was Maria, who shrieked. Both sisters had come.

Maria fell to the side, dragging me with her, her tongue still buried in my ass. I felt Bee moving, then lips pressed to my clit. Urgent sucks and licks — she knew I hadn’t come.

Maria’s tongue resumed its fuck. Bee’s lips worked harder, then curled fingers searched my pussy. The shouting — “Yes, there!” — was my own, and then I was coming.

We lay there, the three of us, completely spent. I marvelled at how many times I had come in just one day. It seemed almost impossible.

Later, we sat, still naked, around a campfire, as the sunset in a golden halo over the sea. Nothing but the crackle and sparks of our fire mixed with the whisper of the waves on the sand. We each had a bottle of Bud, which we slowly sipped.

Bee pointed along the beach. “Maria,” she said. I saw the twinkle of lights from the verandah of a villa further along the beach.

Maria climbed to her feet. “See you guys, maybe tomorrow.”

I gave Bee a puzzled look. She grinned and told me, “She’s hoping it’s Jenny. If it is, she won’t be back. Just you and me, lover. Do you mind?”

My heart skipped. Yes, of course, I liked Maria, but to be alone again with my Bee … “Is it okay if I say I like it better this way?”

She smiled her beautiful smile. “Another marshmallow?”

The End

by Jacqueline Jillinghoff

Had it all been a dream?

I know — it’s a cliché and a copout, but it really was the first thing on my mind when I woke up. In the bright morning, my memory of the girls’ lovemaking seemed unreal and, frankly, impossible. And it had been lovemaking, not some game of I’ll-show-you-mine-if-you-show-me-yours. Those two were mad for each other, and if what I saw happen happened, telling them to cool it wouldn’t accomplish a thing.

But first, I had to pee. I got up and looked around for some evidence of last night’s apparition. I was still naked from the waist down, and my pussy was quite fragrant, so that checked out, though I could have stripped and masturbated in my sleep. (It’s happened before.) More telling was the bedroom door: it was shut all the way, and I remembered having closed it after spying on the girls.

My pajama bottoms were missing, likely tangled in the sheets. I wasn’t about to risk being seen with my sandy delta on display a second time, so I shed my top, pulled my briefest robe from the closet, and sidled over to the bathroom.

Pissing took the pressure off in more ways than one. Empty bladder, light heart, I guess. So the kids had sex. So what? The world hadn’t come to an end. Or was I just in denial, afraid to think about the talk I knew was coming? I took my time washing up, scrubbing my face and hands with rose-scented soap before tightening my robe and opening the door onto this new world of preadolescent lesbian love.

I prayed I would find the girls as they had been when I’d kissed them goodnight — in their nighties, lying chastely side by side. No such luck. They were spooning, Billie behind, holding Kimberly close, like a stuffed bunny, and nuzzling her hair. They had pulled the sheets up during the night, but their shoulders were bare, and I could only assume the rest of them was, too.

I had to stop and admire the scene before I intruded. Sweet is the only word for it. It had been years since I’d spent the night with a lover, warm and naked, our bodies pressed together as we slept. I knew how Billie and Kimberly must have felt, and I also knew if Kimberly’s mother ever found out about what I’d allowed to happen, she’d have me up on trafficking charges.

Even so, I couldn’t help smiling. And Kimberly’s mom wasn’t due to pick her up till eleven. So there was time for a bit of fun.

Taking the sheet and blanket in hand, I walked briskly along the bed, peeling them back like the foil on a cup of yogurt.

“Good morning, ladies!” I said. “Rise and shine!”

If they weren’t awake when I came in, they were now. And yes, they were naked. I didn’t mention it, though. Each of them was free to assess her predicament and react in her own way.

Kimberly flew into an adorable panic. She flopped onto her belly, hanging half off the bed, and groped at the floor for her gown. The search gave me a good long look at her elfin behind. I also noticed, as her feet waved in the air, she was wearing a thin silver anklet, which gave me as much of a tingle as her pocket-sized tush. Any girl who cares enough to adorn her feet has to be aware of how pretty she is.

The green gown was nowhere to be found. I knew where it was, and I wasn’t telling. It had come off the bed with the covers and was buried beneath them on the floor behind me. Kimberly finally realized the quest was hopeless. She sat up, hugged a pillow to her bare chest, and scooted off to the bathroom.

Billie, on the other hand, wasn’t at all self-conscious about being caught nude. Living in close quarters, we’d accepted long ago that modesty was a luxury we couldn’t afford. She was so used to being naked in front of Mom, in fact, that it never occurred to her that Mom might wonder how she and her little friend came to be naked in the first place. All she did was stretch like a baby, fists balled up beside her ears, toes pointed, and legs open enough to show me the pink cranny between. It looked awfully tight and fresh for the workout it had received.

“Sleep well, honey?” I asked.

“Mm-hmm,” she said, and she rubbed her eyes. She had the silliest grin on her face, and why not? She was getting more action than I was.

“Come on,” I said. “Time to get up.”

“Aw, why?” she said.

The toilet flushed, and Kimberly came back from the bathroom wrapped in one of our towels, still holding the pillow in front. Billie was on her way out, and as they crossed paths behind the sofa, she wrestled the towel and the pillow away. Poor Kimberly yelped and dropped to the floor. Billie, laughing, joined her there, and they were out of my sight for an uncomfortably long time.

Silence at first, then a few giggles, then a decidedly suggestive mmm from Billie.

“Come on, you two,” I said. “Cut the comedy.”

That’s something Mother always said. I found myself thinking a lot about her this morning, imagining how she would botch a situation like this and vowing not to repeat her mistakes. Echoing her didn’t seem like a very good start.

Billie popped up and marched off to pee, taking the towel and the pillow with her. It was her playful way of putting her girlfriend on the spot, but I must say Kimberly was up to the challenge. She stayed hidden awhile, as if considering her options before catching on that no form of protection would be forthcoming. At that point she emerged from behind the bed, one arm across her chest and one hand over the nothing between her legs.

I picked up her overnight bag, which we’d stashed in the corner, and placed it on the bed.

“Here you go, dear,” I said.

I made a show of looking her directly in the face. Not a word about her being naked. I wanted her to understand she needn’t be embarrassed. I think she got it, because she took her time rooting through the bag. She seemed to be making up her mind about what to wear, though she couldn’t have brought too many choices with her. Maybe she was trying to be more uninhibited, like Billie. Or maybe she wasn’t all that shy to begin with. Whatever the reason for the delay, she settled, finally, on a white jersey with green sleeves — green seemed to be her color — that covered her bottom without the need for panties.

Billie chose to stay naked, to show Kimberly it was no big deal, I guess. Together, they helped me fold the couch, straighten the living room, and make my own bed. Billie brushed Kimberly’s hair, tossing aside the headband she’d worn all night, while I went off to the kitchen. Then the three of us sat down to breakfast.

The girls ate like longshoremen. Billie was on her third bowl of instant oatmeal and Kimberly her second blueberry muffin when I dropped the hammer.

“Nice to have an appetite, huh, chicka?” I said.

“I’m starved,” Billie said.

“How about you?” I asked Kimberly.

“Mm-hm,” was all she could say with her mouth full.

“I’m not surprised,” I said. “You two went at it pretty hard last night.”

The chewing stopped. The little delinquents looked at one another sideways with that wide-eyed, tight-lipped expression kids get when they know they’ve been nailed.

“We need to talk about this,” I went on. “I’m not angry, and it wasn’t really wrong, not exactly, but you’re both so young, and you understand, you need to understand, that what you did, what I heard you do, overheard you do, when anybody does that, even grownups, well, it’s only supposed to be grownups, and they — we — know there’s a lot more to it than just feeling good—”

I was immediately lost in a maze of my own devising. I wasn’t making sense, I had no idea what to say next, and for a responsible parent beginning a frank talk about the joys and dangers of sex, I hadn’t even uttered the word.

So I was as relieved as they were when a knock at the front door cut my rambling short.

“If that’s your mom, she’s early,” I told Kimberly. “Billie, put something on.”

And Billie, like every eleven-year-old who’s given a direct order, didn’t budge.

I went to the door in my flirty robe. Through the peephole, I saw what appeared to be a young girl in a red turtleneck, jeans, and a particolored, crocheted vest. She stood with her back to me, looking toward the courtyard, but she was quite small and seemed harmless enough. I opened the door.

“Yes?” I said.

She turned around, and she wasn’t a girl. She looked almost forty, with deep-set eyes and lines around her broad mouth, but she was a slip of a thing, slender as a gymnast and a head shorter than me. She looked me over, starting with my bare legs and stopping at my tits, which were packed tight inside my robe.

“May I help you?” I prodded her.

“I’m Kimberly’s mother.”

“Liz?” I said. We had spoken on the phone when we arranged the sleepover, but we hadn’t met. “You’re early. Come in. I’m sorry. Brain freeze. I was expecting —”

“You were expecting someone more imposing.”

“I guess.”

“Everyone’s always surprised I’m not a three-hundred-pound diva,” she said.

“I’m sorry,” I said again. “We haven’t dressed yet—”

And some of us were less dressed than others. I glowered at Billie over my shoulder. We both saw the problem: there was no way for her to run to the bedroom for some clothes without flashing her heinie for our guest. All she could do was leap into the kitchen the instant before Liz and I came in from the entryway.

“Don’t let me disturb your morning,” Liz said. “I’ll collect my charge and be on my way. Hello, Kimberly.”

“Hi, Mom.”

“Did you have a good time?”

“It was okay,” Kimberly said.

“Okay,” Liz repeated. “Your daughter is all she talks about.”

“She talks?” I asked.

“She’s shy with new people, but at home, she’s quite the chatterbox. Aren’t you, honey?”

“I guess,” Kimberly said.

I got the feeling Liz’s definition of “chatterbox” differed from my own to a large degree.

“Speaking of your daughter, I’d like to meet her,” Liz said.

“Oh, she’s around. Billie?” I called.

“In the kitchen, Mom.”

“Take your time,” I said, and I meant it. To Liz, I said, “Would you like something to eat? There’s plenty. The girls were pretty hungry.”

“I’ve eaten, thank you.”

“Coffee, then? You’re not in any hurry, are you? Our daughters have become BFFs. We should get acquainted.”

“Would you like to stay awhile longer, Kimberly?”

“Yes, please,” the girl said.

“Coffee would be fine, then,” Liz said.

I got my cup and sat on the sofa, very much aware of how much leg I was showing. And if the bottom of my robe parted at all, I’d be showing quite a bit more. I held the corners together with my free hand.

Liz seemed to sense my discomfort. She stole a glance at my crotch as she sat down beside me. The sofa-bed is only a two-seater. It turns strangers into friends very quickly.

“Billie,” I called, “would you be a good girl and bring our guest some coffee, please? There’s some left in the press.”

“Okay!”

I would have been amused, if it hadn’t been so awkward. How would Liz react to being served by a naked little girl? And how bold would Billie be in front of a stranger — especially one on whom she needed to make a good impression?

But my daughter, ever resourceful, made her entrance without a trace of embarrassment. She was wearing my full-length red apron. I wanted to applaud.

Billie set the cup down on the coffee table, bending low, but careful to face Liz head on. Kimberly, though, had the full view from the table. She got the same look she had when I tried to start my sex talk — like her world was about to implode at any second.

“It’s nice to meet you at last,” Liz said, offering her hand.

“Thank you, ma’am,” Billie replied. “It’s a pleasure to meet you as well.”

“Knowing Kimberly has improved her manners,” I said.

“Is there any cream?” Liz asked.

“Of course,” I said. “Billie, I left the half-and-half on the counter. Would you be so kind?”

If Liz thought there was anything strange in my daughter’s backing out of the room, she was too polite to mention it.

Billie returned in a moment, still rigidly facing front, and placed the carton on the coffee table. She also brought a teaspoon, which I thought showed real presence of mind under the circumstances.

“Thank you, dear,” Liz said.

As she poured and stirred, she examined my daughter closely, as if trying to figure out what it was about her that wasn’t quite right. Billie was barefoot, bare-legged, and bare-shouldered, but completely at ease. She was also bare-assed, though that wouldn’t become fully apparent for another few minutes.

“Honey,” I said, “why don’t you go in and change?”

“That’s okay,” she said, and she sat crossed-legged in front of the coffee table, all set to join the adults in conversation, with the apron draped discreetly over her crotch.

“Are you sure?” I said.

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

The little pisser had me, and she knew it. I could hardly say, in front of company, You’re not fine. You’re stark naked. Go put some damned clothes on.

Billie glanced back at Kimberly, who brought her orange juice over and plunked herself down. She sat on her heels, which hid her pussy well enough, but pulled the hem of the jersey above her bare behind. Fortunately, that particular attraction was pointed away from us, and I didn’t think Liz could quite see over the table from our side of the sofa.

“Well, this is cozy,” Liz said.

Sure. Just four hens at a morning coffee klatch. The fact that three of us were naked to varying degrees didn’t seem to be an issue.

The girls leaned into each other, the way they’d been doing since Kimberly’s arrival, and while Liz held forth on singing and her travels and her ex, they took turns sipping Kimberly’s juice. Billie, on the left, drank with her right hand. Kimberly, on the right, drank with her left. Their other hands, out of sight, stroked each other’s backs and shoulders.

“There’s the stereotype of the fat opera singer,” Liz was saying. “But weight has nothing to do with the power of your voice.”

“No?” I asked.

“Not at all. It’s just baggage. What about weight would add strength to a voice?”

“I wouldn’t know,” I said.

She rolled the cup in her hands, swirling the coffee. And she didn’t seem to see Billie’s hand creeping down her daughter’s back. I gave Billie another look, and the arm came up, only to drop even lower a moment later. She found the curve of Kimberly’s bottom and continued around. At the same time, her apron slackened as Kimberly tugged the string in back.

I thought I could see Billie’s nipples poking through the apron, but that could have been my imagination. What wasn’t imaginary was my own nipples standing up under my robe, which was not only short, but thin. I held the cup to my lips, clamping my forearms over my breasts.

I should have expected this after last night. The girls had behaved themselves over breakfast, content with a little footsie under the table, but now that their bellies were full, they couldn’t keep their hands off each other.

Kimberly laid her head on Billie’s shoulder. Her beautiful lips were parted in the laziest, most sensuous way, and she was breathing through them. There was no doubt where Billie’s hidden hand was, or what it was doing.

At last, Liz stopped talking about herself and took some notice of what was going on.

“Looks like Kimberly’s got a new favorite toy,” she said, more to her daughter than to me.

“I never thought of Billie as a toy,” I said.

“She is,” Liz said. “Kimberly is her toy, too. They’re kids.”

Kimberly seemed to take that as permission to play. She kissed Billie on the cheek — a lingering kiss, with her eyes closed — and slipped a hand under the apron in front. The red drape, now held in place only by the strap around Billie’s neck, was nudged aside, and I glimpsed Billie’s bare chest as Kimberly’s fingers glided across it.

Kimberly raised her head, Billie lowered hers, and their lips touched. It was no more than a peck, but it expressed more than any pillow talk I’d ever been a party to. They drew back, processing the experience, decided they liked it, and pecked again.

They quickly discovered they didn’t have to break off every time. On the third try, the kiss went on — lightly, to be sure, but indulgent.  The next movement, unfolding in slow motion, was Kimberly’s: she laid a hand directly over Billie’s left nipple. The apron wasn’t hiding much at this point, and when Billie’s tongue rolled into Kimberly’s mouth, I banged down my cup.

“Girls,” I said. “Come on. Fun’s fun.”

“Fun’s fun?” Liz asked.

“For some reason, I’m channeling my mother this morning,” I said.

“I get that,” she said. “My ex used to say that we fall back on the familiar to deal with the unfamiliar. He was talking about modern music, but still.”

“You’re familiar with this?”

“Kimberly’s always been curious,” she said. “Touching herself — and other kids. I caught her once with our neighbor’s five-year-old boy.”

“She seems so shy.”

“She is,” Liz said. “But she’s also very sexual.”

“At her age?”

“At their age,” she said, and she extended her cup toward the floor show.

The apron had become a hindrance. Billie tossed it off over her head and let Kimberly go on squeezing her chest. Was my daughter growing boobs? Those looked like the beginning of fatty pads under the soft pink dots, or maybe the light from the balcony was casting deceptive shadows.

Billie ran a hand up under the jersey and pressed her face into Kimberly’s neck, which gave the little girl a noticeable surge of pleasure.

“Oh!” she squeaked.

I thought she was going to faint. The strength drained from her face, and she melted onto the floor, dragging Billie down with her. The jersey rode up, of course. Kimberly’s lack of underwear was now public knowledge. Liz showed no surprise. Her daughter’s baby pussy, really nothing more than a tight pink seam, was just one detail in the game playing out before our eyes. More arresting was the way the girls kept on making out — mothers be damned. If we wanted to watch, that was fine with them, apparently. For all they cared, our presence made no difference one way or the other.

“No sense trying to stop them,” Liz said.

“Really, you think this is okay?”

“The question is, why don’t you?” she said. “Two little girls making each other feel good, where’s the harm? If there’s a problem here, it might be yours. Is there any more coffee?”

“I was thinking I could use some wine,” I said.

“Not a bad idea.”

I stepped over the girls on my way to the kitchen. When I returned with the bottle and glasses, Kimberly was lingually reaming my daughter’s ear. The effect was visible down to Billie’s toes, which were flexing and wriggling and spreading stiffly apart.

“Don’t mind me, ladies,” I said, stepping over them once again.

Of course, they didn’t mind me. I didn’t exist. I sat and poured Liz and myself each a generous portion of pinot.

“I can’t get over how beautiful Kimberly’s face is,” I said, even though what was holding my attention at the moment was her naked lower half. “I can see where she gets it.”

“Thank you,” Liz said. “Your daughter has the cutest bottom. I can see where she gets that.”

“Is it showing?”

“The robe’s kind of snug in back. Don’t be embarrassed. I enjoyed watching you walk.”

Once the ear-licking had reduced Billie to a compliant mass of gelatin, Kimberly told her, for all to hear, “You can put your mouth on it.”

“Can I?” Billie said.

“Yeah, do it,” Kimberly said.

Billie had no choice but to obey — not that there was any doubt she wanted to. Sitting up, rolling forward, she raised the hem of Kimberly’s jersey, exposing her tummy. For a moment she gazed at the hairless shadow-line, as though trying to make up her mind how to approach it. Then, with a sudden resolve, she opened her mouth wide, and Kimberly got her wish. “Oh!” she squeaked again. She raised her foot — the one with the sparkling silver anklet — as the wheat-blond crown of Billie’s head dipped toward the floor.

“That takes me back,” Liz said. “I haven’t eaten pussy since I was a girl at music camp.”

“Lost your taste for it?” I said.

“It was a lot of experimenting. I’d need to revisit.”

“Well,” I said, “we may have some left over you can have.”

I sank back into the corner of the sofa, raising my glass toward the girls in salute, and with a single motion I thought was pretty graceful, given that the wine was going to my head, I drew a knee up to the cushion and undid the bow at my waist.

Liz took a sip of wine and looked me over. She seemed both amused and appreciative. My cunt was aching to be touched, but she wasn’t making any moves just yet. I couldn’t stand to wait, and if she wouldn’t pleasure me, I would pleasure myself. That brought a sly smile to her lips.

The air of wry detachment was infuriating — and an immense turn-on. I had never masturbated in front of anyone, and Liz’s gaze was palpable, like two extra fingers pressing on my clit. I liked showing off.

“So I guess watching the girls make out isn’t a problem for you,” she said.

“Oh, don’t be so superior.”

“You have beautiful tits,” she said, and took another sip of wine. “I’m jealous.”

“What have you got to be jealous about?” I said. “You get to suck on them. I don’t.”

She set down her glass. “Are you asking?”

“Please.”

“The girls will see.”

“Let them,” I decided.

Liz cupped my breasts at the sides, wobbling them, puffing them up, playing with them like a little girl wondering if her tits will ever be as big as Mommy’s. I slid her vest off her shoulders and began pulling at her top as her head came down. Her tongue circled my left nipple, then her lips closed around it. She suckled with abandon, pressing her nose into the flesh and inhaling deeply, relishing the warm scent. It took me back to when I was breastfeeding Billie, except now, I wasn’t disturbed by the sexual feelings it aroused.

“That’s so nice,” I said. Her fingers found my pussy, moving my own aside. I was well-oiled and pliable, and she pushed comfortably through the softened lips. That old, delicious tightness, familiar but too long absent, began to bind me up. The warmth of the wine and the heat from my cunt mingled in my veins. She fucked me expertly, her thumb mashing my swollen clit, while her mouth moved from one breast to the other, and back. I clutched her hair, pressing her face to my bosom.

I wasn’t thinking clearly, but one question that came to me was, between me and little Kimberly, who was more turned on? This was answered almost at once by a soft cry from the floor. I glanced over. Little Kimmie was staring up at me with an unmistakable O-face — wide-eyed, fish-lipped, with a strong suggestion of surprise.

“Billie!” she gasped. “I love you!”

“Fuck!” I said.

“Are you teaching my daughter bad language?” Liz teased.

“I’m gonna come,” I said.

It had been years for Liz, and Billie was new to it, but by memory or instinct, they were both exquisite pussy-lovers. Each knew where her own pleasure was centered, and they knew where to find it in me and in Kimberly. Where to cause it in us. Of course, it helped that Kimmie and I were both ravenously horny.

Each of us saw her own pleasure reflected in the face of the other. I felt her pleasure, and I swear she felt mine. We were breathing in unison, linked body and mind by a simultaneous climax.

Kimberly pinched her own chest through her jersey. She had no tits to hold, but her nipples were erect, and twisting them kept her rolling on the crest of the wave. Billie’s head bobbed between her legs. Liz fucked me hard with four fingers. She kissed my tits, my neck, my face. Kimberly and I were at their mercy, unable to move or think, but surrender is a liberating experience.

“Don’t stop,” I begged. “Please don’t fucking stop!”

It made me feel like a mentor when Kimberly repeated my words — except she surpassed me, because she wasn’t begging.

“Don’t fucking stop,” she commanded Billie. “Don’t you fucking stop!”

The words tore away her last shred of innocence, and I watched the orgasm convulse her childish body. Mine followed in an instant.

Kimberly gazed at me in wild-eyed disbelief, unable to fathom how one bitty spot could hold such enormous power. I managed a half-smile, as if to say, It’s all right baby, let it happen. It was all the encouragement she needed. She gave herself over to the wonder of it, and we each let out a wail that signaled our second climax.

Liz said later we’d been harmonizing in perfect fifths.

It felt like forever before we recovered. Kimberly and I floated on warm waves of contentment while Billie and Liz exchanged smug, self-congratulatory looks.

“Proud of yourselves?” I said.

“I think we’re entitled,” Liz said.

“Oh, I’m an easy lay,” I said.

“So I see.”

Yet the party wasn’t over. Billie and Kim were in each other’s arms again, kissing with roving lips and eager tongues.

“I love you, too,” Billie was saying. “I love you so much.” And they were off again like animals — insatiable, inexhaustible animals. I was dying to see where their sense of discovery and their lack of inhibition would lead them next.

And to be honest, I was jealous. I’d just had a flabbergasting come, and Liz was willing enough, but we’d only just met, and there was no question of the kind of love our daughters had — that sweet, first-time girl-crush that makes you feel the sky is twirling overhead. Maybe love would come, but there was no way to know. For now, there was nothing to do but fuck.

“One of these things is not like the others,” I said.

“Meaning—?” Liz said.

“You’ve still got your clothes on.”

She leaned back with an inviting smirk.  I slid off the sofa, kneeling in front of her, and pulled off her shoes and socks. And hey, she had a tattoo — a crescent tattoo on her right instep, with a star and three musical notes. It was a surprisingly sexy touch, like Kimberly’s anklet. I couldn’t resist kissing it.

“Queen of the Night,” Liz said.

She lifted her butt and pushed her jeans and panties down. I was greeted at once by the thick smell of cunt. She was slick and warm and ready, and she responded to my touch with her entire body, going slack all over, as though the air was leaking out of her. I pulled her jeans the rest of the way off, and the panties with them.

The hair around her cunt was full, but trimmed at the edges. The flesh inside was grayish-pink, and the scent grew stronger as I approached. For a moment I was at a loss. Did I even remember how to do this? But then my lips touched the steaming mud puddle, and my long-neglected skills kicked in. Liz shoved her crotch into my face.

“Oh, that’s it,” she breathed.

There was really nothing there I could make out, nothing I could  feel with my tongue. A cunt, after all, is just a shapeless recess with a tiny pip hiding somewhere under the petals, but I found it, and I brought it to life, with Liz’s sighs as my guide. She turns inward when she comes, like her daughter. For an opera singer, there’s not a lot of vocalizing. Not so much as a trill. But her orgasm was real, and deep, and she gave me every encouragement as I lapped at her clit.

“Fuck it, girl,” she said, quietly, and that was all.

I expected her to be gazing down at me with endless affection, or at least a bit of gratitude, but she was looking past me, over my head, at whatever the kids were up to. It was obvious watching them got her off every bit as much as my superlative tongue-fucking. She raised her head a notch, as if to say, see for yourself. 

So I twisted around, my butt thumping between her feet, and, using her thighs for armrests, took a front-row seat for the next spot on the program: Bronco Bustin’ Billie, ridin’ cowgirl on Kimberly’s face. I saw the underside of Kimmie’s chin, at the end of her extended throat, wedged in my daughter’s snatch, which sawed back and forth in short snaps. With every forward thrust, Billie’s clitty flashed at the tip of Kimmie’s tongue.

There’s something about looking into your daughter’s eyes when she orgasms. You feel plugged into every generation of women before you. And I nearly came again myself. It turns out that when she doesn’t have to be quiet, as she had during the night, Billie’s a real squealer. Each cry was louder, longer and higher than the one before it — Ah!  Ahhh!  Ahhhhhh!

“Oh, darling,” I said to myself. “My little girl…”

She gave her last rebel yell, pitched forward, and rolled over on the floor. Kimberly gasped for air. Her face was shiny with sweat, spit, and pussy juice, but the real glow was underneath, in her expression. Call it rapture. She squeezed Billie’s hand, and that was the only movement from either of them. They lay still, head to toe, happily wiped out.

“That ought to hold them for a while,” Liz said.

“I doubt it,” I said.

“How about you?”

“I’m still horny.”

She ruffled my hair from above. “We could take this to the bedroom.”

“I was going to suggest that.”

We headed off, leaving the girls to their exhaustion. I can remember how the air felt, filling my robe as I led Liz by the hand. She stripped off her top and bra matter-of-factly and lay on the bed. I had to admire her body a moment before I joined her. Her tits were small and flattish with age, but the nipples stood up like dark drinking straws, ready for sucking. I shrugged out of my robe and crawled over to her, and we shared a soulful kiss, breasts together, arms tightening, thighs pushing into crotches.

It was heaven, but it couldn’t last, because, as I’d predicted, the girls recovered quickly. I heard titters and the pounding of feet from the other room, then suddenly the bed was shaking, and they were on us like puppies.

“Whatcha doin’?” Billie said, like she didn’t know.

“We were having a nice time,” I said. “Give us some privacy.”

“They let us watch,” Liz said.

“That’s on them,” I said.

The kids had the nerve to start a tickle fight with us, but of course they didn’t stand a chance. We threw them on their backs and showed no mercy until Billie swore she was going to pee. It was all innocent fun — just four chicks at a sleepover, playing and showing off for each other. But when the laughing stopped, Liz was still there, still willing, and I was hotter than ever. I wanted to kiss her. I wanted to finger her pussy. I wanted to feel her come as her tongue filled my mouth.

But it couldn’t happen that way, not with the girls on board. Kimberly crawled up my back, peering at her mother over my shoulder. Billie snuggled against Liz’s side, fascinated by her little tits, squeezing and stroking them, and probably fantasizing how Kimberly would look in a year or two.

I slid two fingers into Liz’s cunt. She closed her eyes and pursed her lips for a kiss, but my daughter got there first. They traded tongues. Did Liz know it was Billie and not me?

“Hey!” I said, but they didn’t stop.

Kimberly’s hand slid down my ass and dug between my legs. She fingered me the way she’d seen me finger her mom — not as hard, or as deep, but the point was made. I kissed her lightly over my shoulder. She pushed forward, offering her tongue, but only ended up tumbling onto her mother.

Billie yelped, Liz went oof!, and we all laughed again. That should have ruined the mood, but it only put the devil into us. We fell over each other in a tangle, kissing at random, our mouths moving from one body to the next. I ate up Kimberly’s toes (at last!), and they were every bit as delectable as I’d imagined. Liz planted a loud smack on Billie’s behind. Somebody’s tongue went up my ass, and everyone wanted a turn sucking my tits.

It was when Kimberly’s mouth found my cunt that things got serious. Billie had ended up lying with her head toward the foot of the bed and her pussy an inch from my nose, smooth as porcelain and too appetizing to pass up. Just a nibble, I thought, but the nibble grew into a snack, and the snack grew into a feast. I became the filling in an oral sandwich, with a child at each end.

“Oh, let me in on that,” Liz said.

She pushed herself between the girls, and after a few seconds of scooching and bouncing and honey-move-your-butts, we were locked in an incestuous rectangle with the girls as the short sides. Each mother ate out her daughter. Each daughter ate out her best friend’s mom.

The room was filled with the soft sound of lapping tongues and the head-spinning smell of girl-sex. We were in no hurry, either. We didn’t have to prove ourselves like men. We licked and sucked for the pleasure of each moment, with no thought of what it meant or where it was going, which made it so much sweeter when it finally happened, for all of us, all at once.

It started with Kimberly, who moaned into my pussy. The buzzing set me off. I tongue-whipped Billie’s clit. She, in turn, gave one of her patented squeals, muffled by Liz’s cunt. Then Liz took up the chorus, and the circle was complete. It was one long rolling orgasm — Kimmie to me to Billie to Liz to Kimmie to me. My body rattled each time the wave passed through it. My tits shook so hard I thought they would burst. I kept thinking, if it doesn’t stop I’ll lose my mind. But who wants to be sane?

“Oh, my!” someone said. It was Liz, telling us she was finished. Billie relaxed, too. I gave her pussy one last smack. Then I felt a draft on my wet cunt, and I knew Kimmie had pulled away. The four of us lay in a broken circle, breathless, each with her head on her neighbor’s leg.

“It’s so strange,” I said. “It’s like we were all … in sync.”

“It was wonderful,” Liz said.

“Are you girls okay?” I asked.

“Uh,” Billie said.

“What about you, angel?” Liz asked Kimberly.

“Hm,” Kimberly said.

“They approve,” Liz said.

It was only then that I realized the enormity of what had happened.

“Oh, God,” I said, my hands over my face. “What did we just do?”

“It’s all right, darling,” Liz said. “There’s no harm.”

“Don’t cry, Mom,” Billie said. “Please?”

“I’m not, sweetheart. I’m not. But you think we could do something wholesome this afternoon? Maybe a picnic?”

“Why?” Liz said. “We’d only have to put our clothes back on.”

That was my last scruple. I’d found my libido, thanks to those little exhibitionists, and I wasn’t about to lose it again.

“Do you have anyplace to be?” I asked Liz.

“I’m free all day,” she said.

“Then why don’t you come over here?”

It was the kids’ turn to watch. They still needed to learn about tribbing.

The End

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

I was awakened by someone moving around on the bed. When I squinted through blurry eyes, Lottie had gotten up – off to the bathroom, most likely. I was still snuggled up to Nicole.

“Mmmm, that was a lovely nap,” I sighed, trailing off onto a yawn. “How long was I asleep?”

Nicole’s fingers brushed my cheek. “Not long, only about twenty minutes.”

“Gosh, it always feels longer.”

“I know what you mean. Time does funny things when you are in the throes of passion.”

I looked around for a clock. “What time is it, anyway?”

“Nearly seven.”

“I’m feeling hungry,” I said, sitting up and stretching.

“Me too,” said Lottie, returning from the bathroom.

I climbed out of bed. “Come on, then… let’s see if anyone else is ready to eat!”

The others were way ahead of us. Kiki and Mum were in the kitchen, Henri, Mia, Emma and Beth were at the dining table, Lilly and Evie were cuddling by the fire. Everyone was naked, or nearly so.

When we went into the kitchen, Mum smiled and gave me a warm hug. “How’s my baby girl? Did you have fun?”

“Loads of fun! Nicole and Lottie are brilliant, and fucking them was awesome.”

“High praise indeed, coming from our young prodigy. I’d like to experience this awesome fucking myself, and soon,” said Kiki. I love her direct approach, spoken in that soft, posh accent as if she could get away with saying anything. It’s awesome to hear Kiki swear, too; she uses rude words with such class.

“That’s easily arranged,” Nicole said, gently touching Kiki’s arm. “Perhaps after we’ve eaten, we can… get together?”

“With Henri, too!” exclaimed Lottie, grinning at Kiki’s daughter, who blushed quite charmingly. “I’ve been wanting to do sex with her for… for ages!”

“I’d like that,” Henri replied. “And I’ve been crushing on you, too, something fierce.”

It’s a lovely plan, my darlings,” said Kiki. “Now, let’s get ourselves fed, then I can have my wicked way with you. I was going to do a sit-down dinner for everyone, but the kids were hungry so I’ve done them nuggets and chips. It seemed best to just lay out an impromptu buffet, then we can all just pick at it as and when we like.” With everyone likely to be disappearing here and there in random groups and pairs to fuck, this made perfect sense to me.

Kiki’s last-minute buffet was incredible. There were lots of fancy cheeses, sliced meats and fresh bread hot from the oven. She’d also made a huge tossed salad, along with cold chicken, prawns and the nuggets and chips that she’d already mentioned.

I got myself a plate and loaded it up, then joined the others at the table. Mum came over and sat with us, while Lottie and Nicole ate in the kitchen and chatted with Kiki while she fussed over the food. Not long after I sat down Evie and Lilly finished and ran off giggling, hand in hand. That left Mum, Mia and me at the table.

I looked from one to the other. “So come on then… how’d you two get on? I’m dying to know.”

Mia broke into a huge grin. “You were right, Poppy… your Mum is a great lover.”

“I can see why you keep this one all to yourself,” Mum told me, briefly touching her lips to Mia’s hand. “Such a sexy little minx! I already want to be with her again.”

“Me too,” chuckled a bashful Mia. They shared an adoring glance then came together in a tender kiss. I was delighted to see they’d got on so well, and was imagining what it would be like to share a bed with them both. How could that be anything but delightful?

“How about you?” Mia asked. “What was it like with Mum and Lottie?”

I rolled my eyes. “Oh my God… it was soooo good.”

Unable and unwilling to contain my excitement, I told them all about what happened with Nicole and Lottie and how mind-blowing it was. Then we swapped stories of what we’d been up to since then.

Mia had been busy, to say the least. After spending quite a long time with my mum she had a threesome with Henri and Kiki, and then had sex with Beth on the rug while some of the others watched. While she was resting, Mum got into a wild little orgy with Emma, Beth and Nicole. I wasn’t surprised to hear that Mum went straight from there to a one to one session with sexy seven-year-old Evie, spreading the girl out in front of the fireplace and going down on her for everyone to see. Mum’s face lit up like the North Star when she described it to us. No question, she was smitten with that little girl.

After everyone had eaten or at least nibbled on something, we gathered in the living area around the fire. In addition to the two large sofas, there were plenty of bean bags and large cushions on the floor. I was sitting between Mum and Kiki on one sofa with Henri sort of lying at our feet. Nicole, Lottie and Emma were on the other sofa, Beth and Mia were on bean bags and Evie and Lilly were lying on two cushions on the floor.

There was lots of chatter about the wonderful day we’d all had so far – especially from the Buckly and Cornish families, since it was their first time at Kiki’s. Beth was quite chatty, and it felt especially nice to see her opening up. She was usually quite shy and hardly spoke while at school, but now she was happily nattering away with everyone. I suppose fucking a bunch of women and girls you’ve only just met will tend to bring you out of your shell a bit.

I was listening to Kiki talking about a restaurant in Paris, and got distracted when I heard Lilly say, “What, now? Hee hee, okay!”

I looked over my shoulder in time to see Evie stretch out on her back. Lilly got on top of her and they arranged themselves in a sixty-nine, licking each other in front of everyone.

“My word, those two are sexy little minxes, aren’t they?” sighed Emma. She was in a position to know, having enjoyed some quality time with the both of them earlier.

“Aren’t they just,” answered Kiki, opening her legs as she began to masturbate.

Soon everyone else was touching their pussy while they watched the little ones make love on the plush carpet. I had one leg hooked over Mum’s and the other over Kiki’s as I rubbed myself. Honestly, masturbating along with everyone else turned me on every bit as much as the sight of Evie and my baby sister licking each other’s pussies.

Kiki and Mum both came quickly, but I wanted to save my orgasm for a bit. so I fingered my slit very gently while I watched the others. Beth got off next, followed by Mia, then both Evie and Lilly came in each other’s mouths. When they sat up and came together in a passionate kiss, everyone cheered and applauded.

“What a wonderful show! Thank you, girls,” said Kiki.

Lilly got to her feet. “Um, Kiki… I need to go to the toilet. D’you want to come with me again?”

“Yes, please,” Kiki said. She took my sister by the hand and they left the room, all smiles.

I was pretty sure that at some point in the afternoon, Kiki had played with Lilly while she peed. And since Lilly had just invited her along to the toilet again, she must have enjoyed it.

I leaned in and whispered to Mum, “Kiki touched my pussy in the loo while I was peeing.”

Mum said, “I know, sweetie. She checked with me first to make sure it was okay. Did you enjoy it?”

“It was fun. I mean, it wasn’t enough to make me come or anything, but Kiki looked like she enjoyed it.”

That made her laugh. “Kiki enjoyed it a lot more than she let on, believe you me. Watersports aren’t really my thing or Henri’s, but when Kiki’s in the mood we’ll usually indulge her… because she enjoys it, also because we love her so much.”

“Does she only play with you on the toilet? Or do you do other stuff, too?”

“Kiki does love to touch us, yes… but what she really likes is when we pee on her.”

“What? How? I mean, doesn’t the bed get all messed up?” I had so many questions I didn’t know where to start.

Mum giggled. “No, silly, we use the bathroom. Kiki lies down in the tub or kneels on the tiles, then Henri and I stand above her and we just… let it go.”

“Um… which part of her do you pee on?”

“All over, but she especially likes it on her face and in her mouth.”

I was shocked… yet also intrigued. Once again, I realised how much I still had to learn about being a lesbian. “That’s so mad. Maybe I’ll try it sometime.”

“She’ll be pleased to hear that.”

“Does Kiki come when you wee on her?”

“Sometimes she brings herself off with this waterproof vibrator,” Mum said, “but for her, watersports isn’t just about having orgasms, it’s something she genuinely enjoys.”

I sort of knew about vibrators; what they were and how you used one, but I’d never heard Mum mention anything about them before. “Er, Mum… do you ever use a vibrator?”

“I certainly do. I’ve used other kinds of sex toys, too. You know, I’m a bit surprised that you’ve not asked me about that kind of thing before.”

“Wait, wait – you have sex toys of your own?”

“Of course.”

“Why do I not know about this? Is it a secret?”

Mum took my hand, gave it a squeeze. “It’s not a secret, sweetheart, but I’ve deliberately held off introducing them to you and your sister for the moment. Poppy, there are lots of sexual things you and Lilly have yet to experience. I’ll discuss them with you girls when I think you’re ready, or when you express an interest. Like I did when we introduced you to the pleasures of exhibitionism. It was something you discovered on your own, so I was happy to help you explore it.”

“Can you help me explore sex toys, then? Um, I’m expressing an interest right now!”

“If you want to, sweetie, then yes… but let’s save that for another day, okay?”

“Okay, then.” I gave her a tender kiss and said, “Love ya, Mum.”

“I love you too, sweetie. Oh, and just to give you a heads-up, Kiki will probably ask you to pee on her sometime. You don’t have to if you’d rather not. She won’t be disappointed if you say no.”

“She’d be very disappointed if I said no, I bet. But if she asks me, I’ll try it. I mean, peeing on Kiki’s tits has got to be more fun than doing it in a boring old toilet, right?”

“Ha! That’s one way of looking at it, I suppose…”

Mum broke off, her attention caught by Nicole, who was telling Emma about how Mia used to put on little music performances in their living room when she was younger. With a laugh, Mum said, “I remember when Lilly and Poppy used to put on little dance routines they copied from pop groups. Now look what they’re up to!”

“Oh, how things have changed, eh?” a laughing Nicole said, shaking her head. “Still, I think I prefer this kind of show better.” There were murmurs of agreement around the room.

“That gives me an idea,” said Henri, who then jumped up and jogged off towards the bathroom, perhaps needing to check something with her mum, who was still in there with my sister.

“I love the way Henri’s boobs jiggle about when she moves,” I said aloud without meaning to.

“They’re lovely, aren’t they?” sighed Emma.

“Well, yours are amazing. I hope mine come in like that.”

Everyone agreed with me that Emma’s breasts were awesome. Her slim frame made their shape look even more impressive. My eyes kept being drawn to them.

“I think yours have been growing a bit recently,” said Mum, reaching out to caress one. “Yes, it’s definitely a bit more developed.”

I giggled. “Maybe it’s all the sex I’ve been having that’s made them grow.”

Everyone chuckled, then little Evie piped up. “Then mine should be huge by now!”

That was enough to send us all into fits of laughter, though I was tempted to stand up, go over to where Evie sat and say, Want to see if we can both make ours bigger? Then, if she was willing, I’d go down on her right there, in front of everyone. I had yet to make love to Evie, and the sight of her childish body aroused me just as much as Emma’s full, womanly one.

While I was looking at Evie and having naughty thoughts about what I wanted to do to her, Henri, Kiki and Lilly had returned to join the party. Kiki clapped her hands briefly and said, “Can the grown-ups have a quick conflab in the kitchen, please? You too, Henri.”

She turned and walked away, and the adults followed her to the kitchen. They were out of hearing range, but still in plain view as they huddled round and started discussing something.

“What’s that all about, d’you suppose?” asked Lilly.

“I’m not sure,” I said.

Lottie giggled, “They’re probably deciding how they want to fuck us next… you know, who gets who.”

“God, I hope so. I’m totally ready for more!” said Mia with a big grin, which had us laughing all over again.

The adults came back over to us and sat down, except Henri, who went into the part of the house where the bedrooms are.

“We’ve got a surprise for you, girls,” Kiki said. We waited for her to explain, but she just smiled and added, “You’ll see in a moment.”

Henri returned a few seconds later with a handful of DVDs, holding them so we couldn’t see what they were. Cartoons, maybe? I didn’t mind watching a movie or something, but I’d have much preferred more sex.

Kiki took one of the DVDs and held it up, and I felt a prickle of excitement when I saw two naked ladies on the box. She said, “Who would like to watch some very hot lesbian porn?”

Lilly and Evie looked confused, Lottie shouted “Yes!” straight away, Beth and Mia grinned and nodded. Me, I thought about it for a second, then said, “Sure, why not?”

I knew what porn was, I just hadn’t seen very much of it. There was a short clip on this girl’s phone that she was letting the other girls see at school when we were hanging out on the playground – but that had a man and a lady doing it, so I didn’t watch for long. I’d never really looked into internet porn, maybe because by the time I was past just liking girls and into lesbian sex, I was already exploring those things with Mum.

But now, the idea of watching girls fuck along with my friends, family and lovers seemed like a great way to relax after all the sex we’d had. Anyhow, my pussy was a bit sore by then, so taking a break felt like a smart move.

Mum was showing Evie and Lilly the DVD case, telling them what to expect when we watched it. The way the girls were grinning told me all I needed to know.

We got ourselves arranged – some of us sprawled out on the carpet, some of us on the furniture. I sat next to Mum, who took my hand in hers. Henri put the disk in the player and, after a few menu options, the first film started.

On to Chapter Sixteen!

by BlueJean

They came upon her hut at dawn, with weapons in their hands and fear in their eyes.

And frightened men are dangerous creatures.

Witch, they named her.

She should have known. She should have run. A woman living in the woods with an illegitimate child, a maker of medicines, tinctures and remedies. All reason enough to paint her a target in this resurgence of superstition and fear.

Then a man had died. Not her doing — she had laboured to save him, using herbs and a little of the Earth’s magic, but he had been too far gone, infection and fever eating away at his life force. So she had tried to ease his passing as best she could.

But they needed someone to blame.

Witch, they named her.

“Isabel Laine! Come out!” the Witchfinder cried at her door.

“Mama? What do they want?” the child asked, cowering behind her mother.

Isabel knelt, took her daughter’s face in her hands. “Eliza, listen well. These men have come to take me away. They will speak lies, but truth will speak louder and all will be well, you’ll see.”

“I am scared, Mama!”

“There is no need for fear, my sweet. Stay here in the hut until I return, do you hear?”

The child wept and nodded her head. Her mother kissed her tenderly on the cheek.

When Isabel opened the door and stepped across the threshold, the men tensed visibly, increasing their grip on their pikes and flintlocks, fear coiling them tighter and tighter.

Do not show pride nor defiance, she told herself and made herself small and hunched, eyes towards the ground. Do not give them cause.

“Isabel Laine! Thou hath been accused of witchcraft and sorcery!” the Witchfinder decreed.

“I have done nothing, sir, practised no witchcraft nor sorcery, God be thy witness,” Isabel told them meekly.

“And God will be thy witness, woman.”

Away they took her. To the village to torture and interrogate and humiliate her. They stripped her naked – to check for a Witches’ Mark, they said, but truly it was just more humiliation.

Witch, they named her.

And it was true.

But Isabel was no fairytale witch. No cackling hag riding apon a broomstick, no daughter of the devil brewing foul poisons in cauldrons at dead of night, no murderer of newborn babes. Those were the conjurings of a hateful and guilt-ridden religion, of frightened men who saw shadows and shapes where there were none.

Isabel was a true witch. A mistress of herblore and nature. Descended from an ancient line of women who could tap into the Earth’s magics to heal and grant relief from pain, to ease birth, or sometimes prevent birth if there was a need.

And yes, the same power could twist the mind, or rot a person from the inside out, or even kill, but the Witch’s Oath forbade such abuse of nature’s gifts, unless the Witch’s life was in great peril — For all life has a right to defend itself.

But by the time they had found Isabel guilty and sentenced her to hang from the Ancient Oak, it was too late. For witchcraft is subtle, seeds of life and death nurtured over time, not the metal and gunpowder of men that snuff out life in a heartbeat.

In her desperation, she used fingers to scrape at the hard ground of her cell, collecting a small handful of earth, which she blew apon the man who was supposed to be guarding her as he snored away in a drunken stupor. A seed of infatuation she planted within him, in hope that he might pity her plight and set her free. But the soil was dry and barren, and not enough of the Earth’s magic remained in it to finish the task.

And then they came to take her to the tree.

A rope they placed round her neck, and as a priest spewed words of fear and hatred and ignorance, she saw her child amongst the crowd of baying villagers. Her Eliza. Her sweetness.

“No! Close your eyes, my sweet! Close your eyes!” Isabel cried out.

“Mama!”

The holy man uttered some nonsense about hell and eternal damnation.

“Your god will not help you against a mother scorned, priest!” Isabel screamed as they hoisted her up, the noose tightening around her neck.

But something reached out to her in those last moments of her life. Something ancient that dwelled within the great oak. Something her kind had named sisters once, back in the distant past. And in her grief and rage and despair she grasped and clawed at the primaeval power and would not let go.

And into the tree she went. Down and down and down…

“MAMA!”

***

Menhirs, Dolmens, and Henges, it has been theorised, are spiritual conduits, beacons erected over places of power and concentrations of unusual energy within the Earth, places where the rules of the universe do not always apply, windows into past and future and perhaps even the dream realm itself.

– Graham Figgins, Ley Lines and Places of Power

***

Sadie was a ten minute drive away from us and lived in one of the oldest and most unusual buildings in the area. Unlike our cottage, hers was an Anglo Saxon style roundhouse. The mossy, pointed thatched roof, having warped and twisted over the centuries, sat crooked on top of the structure like a witch’s hat, lending it a unique and quirky charm. The windows were circular; the white painted walls covered in ivy and carefully trained climbing roses. At some point in the recent past, a glass conservatory had been added to the rear of the building, which Sadie had turned into a comprehensive herb garden.

Freya and Millie called it “The Magic Cottage.”

The girls and I had come round to visit, and as Sadie and I sipped tea from fine bone china cups and browsed through glossy magazines full of horticulture and home decor, Freya inspected the lush herbs, smelling each one and doing her best to impress her teacher by naming them correctly. Millie sat on the ornately tiled conservatory floor, trying to introduce Bee to Sadie’s black cat, Billy Buckham. The puppy desperately wanted to be friends with the big tom cat but Billy — being older and wiser — saw no common ground between them, and made this known by hissing and swatting the air in front of the naive pup.

“Now you be nice, Billy,” Millie said, trying to convince the grumpy cat. “Bee’s still little and doesn’t have many friends, so she’d be ever so pleased if you added her to your friend list.”

“Aww, that’s sweet, Millie,” Sadie said. “But Billy Buckham hates everyone, I’m afraid.”

“Do you have trust issues, Billy?” Millie cooed and tickled Billy under the chin. Billy responded with a low growl which, roughly translated, meant, Touch me again and I will kill you.

“Ooh, mini fruit trees in pots. They look nice,” I said, looking at pictures of pristine miniature trees full of lush fruit.

“I’ll bet that’s not how they look in real life. You’d end up with a spindly stick in a pot and a single shrivelled lemon the size of a golf ball,” Sadie said.

“So cynical,” I told her, laughing.

“Um… sage?” Freya said as she smelled the next herb.

“That’s correct, Freya Newton. And can you tell me what sage is good for?” Sadie asked, going into teacher mode.

“Sage and onion stuffing!” Millie exclaimed, her hand in the air.

“Sadie was asking me, not you, Millie!” a frowning Freya told her sister, then managed to compose herself. “Uh… it’s good for the brain and… diabetes, and also if you’ve got a runny tummy.”

“Shall we send some to Mrs. Jeffries?” Millie said, and both girls giggled at some private joke.

“And what about the herb next to it?” Sadie asked Freya.

“That’s easy, I don’t even have to smell this one,” Freya replied, but sniffed the leafy herb anyway. “It’s basil. I love basil.”

“And what can basil help with?” Sadie said.

“Oh… ah… there’s actually so many things basil can do, I forgot them all,” Freya said, screwing her face up in a wince.

“You could have made something up and probably would have got it right,” Sadie told Freya. “Muscle pain, tiredness, depression, indigestion. It can treat infections, mosquito bites, sore throats. It’s good for the skin too. Basil is basically a super-herb.”

Millie was doing sit-ups on the floor, giggling as Bee kept poking her with a paw. Her short skirt had ridden up, revealing her pink panties which, pulled up tightly, had created a little camel toe.

Billy Buckham jumped up onto the arm of Sadie’s tatty couch next to his mistress, watching the foolishness below with disdain.

I gave Sadie a little look. She nibbled her bottom lip and smiled at me, idly caressing her inner thigh through the skirt she wore. I held my magazine up on my lap, so only Sadie could see what I was doing, then put a hand between my legs, slowly rubbing myself through my trousers.

Freya — her back turned to us — was still busy sampling all the herbs, oblivious to what her naughty teacher and mum were doing a few feet away.

Sadie and I stared between Millie’s legs and touched ourselves as discreetly as we could, our eyes meeting every now and then in a knowing glance.

How had we arrived at this mutual understanding, Sadie and I, that we both found my girls sexually attractive? Honest words had been exchanged in the heat of the moment, and those words had become confessions of a sort. And together we’d reached this strange new landscape, unafraid and unashamed.

Now there we were, stimulating ourselves with the girls present in the same room. More barriers broken; more walls come crashing down. New possibilities.

“I have another story to tell you,” I whispered to my friend.

“A naughty one?” Sadie whispered back as she gazed between my younger daughter’s legs.

“Extra naughty,” I told her. I wanted to put a hand down my trousers, but didn’t dare risk it.

Millie suddenly bounced onto her feet, and Sadie and I quickly pulled our hands away. “Shall we go and play in Miss Laine’s garden, Freya?” she asked her sister.

“Why don’t you both go play near the Menhir Stone for a while?” Sadie told the girls, and they scampered off with Bee in tow. Billy Buckham sauntered after them as well, presumably to see them off his property.

Sadie ran both hands through her long chestnut hair. “Shall we go to my bedroom?” she suggested. “Then you can tell me your story.”

“If you like,” I replied and we padded barefoot across the floor into Sadie’s room.

If it wasn’t for the double bed, I could have easily mistaken the room for a library. Rows and rows of books lined the curved walls from floor to ceiling. A few stray volumes were scattered across her bed:

Witchcraft For Beginners by Agnes Munt; The Wiccan Handbook by Carlee Carmichael; Ley Lines And Places Of Power by Graham Figgins; A Concise History Of Witchcraft by Prof. Jeanne Bleu.

“I’m detecting a certain theme here, Miss Laine,” I teased my friend. “Are you teaching my kids witchcraft?”

Sadie smiled as she switched on her oil diffuser. “I don’t think my superiors would be very happy if I was, but Wiccan is just a belief system like any other, really.”

“You like to read about this stuff?” I asked her, idly flipping through the pages of one of the volumes.

“I like to read about everything. I’m hungry for knowledge,” Sadie told me as I leaned over her bed, and suddenly I could feel her breath against my neck. “And I’m hungry for you, Georgia Newton,” she growled in my ear, and then she was upon me.

Her hands reached around to grab my tits as she grazed my neck with her teeth.

“Oh!” I gasped, surprised, and arched my body back against hers, tilting my head to the side so she could ravish me freely. “But… we’re best friends,” I could hear myself protest unconvincingly as Sadie sucked my ear, squeezing my breasts through the cool linen shirt I wore.

“I know… but I want you so badly,” she growled at me.

I turned to face her, fumbling at the buttons on my trousers, pushing them down and then nearly tripping up on them as I frantically tugged at Sadie’s skirt.

Lacy knickers. Always with the lacy knickers.

Sadie ripped her t-shirt off, and her perky tits sprang free. I grabbed one, rolling the swollen nipple between finger and thumb. She kicked her skirt away and pushed me back against the bed. “I want to fuck you. I want to rub my cunt on yours,” she told me, leaving no room for argument.

Our mouths met in a sublime exchange of tongues, eager and greedy.

“Is this what a little pair of pink panties does to you?” I teased, snatching Sadie’s knickers down her legs with one swift tug. “Did you like looking at my little girl’s pussy through her pretty panties? Is that what got you so horny?”

“It was such a turn-on,” Sadie moaned as she ground her pussy against my thigh. “Is that okay, Georgia? To look at Millie and think those naughty thoughts? Do you mind?”

I ripped my own knickers off and grabbed her arse, pulling her tight against me, our pussies pressed together. “No, I don’t mind. Fuck me, Sadie!”

And fuck me she did, our cunts grinding against each other with an urgency I don’t think either of us knew we possessed. The very air around us was infused with the musky, primal scent of our frantic lovemaking.

We came together loudly, baptising each other with our wetness, sharing a deep, lustful gaze as we rode those stormy orgasmic waves.

But I wanted more. And evidently, so did my best friend.

“I want you to tell me the story now… the extra naughty one,” she murmured in my ear. “And while you tell it, I’m going to lick you out, okay?”

“Okay, Miss Laine,” I panted, pushing her away. Scrambling back on to the bed, I shoved her books to either side of me, then I spread my legs apart as lewdly as I could. “Come and stick your tongue in my cunt… and I’ll tell you what I did with Freya the other night.”

Sadie crawled across the bed towards me like a wildcat stalking its prey. Dipping her face between my legs, she breathed in my aroma, then began to kiss and nuzzle my inner thighs, first one and then the other. Finally, her mouth latched on to my cunt.

“Oh, God,” I moaned, grabbing her hair. It had been a while since I’d been eaten out. I unbuttoned my shirt, my tits spilling free so that I could massage and knead them. “Remember that night you stayed over, when we masturbated for each other after the girls had gone to bed?”

“Of course,” Sadie said from between my legs.

“Freya saw us. She was hiding at the top of the stairs, spying.”

“What a naughty girl,” Sadie growled. I could feel the vibrations of her voice against my cunt.

“So the next evening, I invited her to my bedroom to watch me again, up close and personal, so she could really see what was happening.”

“God, Georgia, you’re so fucking wicked,” she murmured, then went back to licking me.

“B-but I didn’t just want her to watch me masturbate, that wasn’t enough. I – I wanted to see her play with herself, too. I wanted us to watch each other.” I groaned, stroking my friend’s hair as her tongue flickered and lashed against my pussy. “Oh fuck, that feels so good, Sadie.”

“Tell me the rest,” Sadie said, her lips glistening with my juices.

“We stripped for each other,” I continued. “First our pyjama tops, then the bottoms. And then I took my panties off for her.”

“Did she take hers off, too?”

“Yes. I had her stand up on the bed and pull her panties down, nice and slow. It was so erotic, Sadie.”

“I wish I was there to see it,” Sadie moaned as she trailed her fingers up and down my pussy lips before returning her mouth to my cunt.

“So we played with ourselves in front of each other. Freya diddled herself while she watched me stuff my panties into my pussy.”

“You dirty girl.”

“And then I got her to stand over me and, and finger herself while I made myself come… Sadie! Oh! I’m gonna come in your m-mouth!”

Sadie attacked my throbbing cunt as I clutched her hair and thrust against her, my climax exploding outwards.

“Come on me, Georgia!” she hissed, then lapped frantically at my convulsing pussy, my creamy nectar smearing her lips and chin.

When I had partially recovered, Sadie flipped me over onto my stomach and mounted me. “I need to come, too,” she told me, grinding her cunt against my arse.

“Did you like my story, then?” I asked her as she kissed my neck with her sticky mouth.

“So deliciously naughty,” she said. “Why didn’t you invite Millie?”

“I don’t know, I think she’s too young. I don’t want to scare her,” I told my friend as she humped against me.

I wasn’t being completely honest with myself, though. True, Millie was very young, but after spying on my daughters in the poppy field and later in their bedroom, it was clear to me that she’d been enjoying their sexual play as much as Freya. But kids experimenting together is one thing — when Mummy gets involved, the dynamic shifts entirely. Freya had taken to it, sure, but Millie? I won’t lie, the idea enticed me — I just needed to get my head round my recent rendezvous with my eldest daughter first, and this quite sudden and alarming development in my relationship with my best friend.

Sadie shook her head. “You shouldn’t exclude her. Division between a mother and child can create a void, and… oh, fuck, you smell so nice… a void can be filled with unwelcome things,” she told me, as if she knew what I was thinking.

“Did you read that in one of your books, Miss Laine?” I purred, and turned my head to kiss her. I could taste myself on her lips.

“I think it would be wonderful for all three of you to play naughty games together,” Sadie growled, her words slurred and lusty.

“Wouldn’t you feel left out?” I teased.

“I… I could join you,” Sadie moaned, the wet suction of her shaved pussy lips making wonderfully erotic liquid sounds as she slid her cunt up and down my arse.

“You could,” I told her. “Freya would love to see her teacher’s pretty pussy.”

I felt Sadie shiver. “Would she?”

“Yes. After I’d gotten myself off, I pulled my wet panties out of my pussy and sent her to bed with them. And do you know what she told me?” I said.

“Georgia, I’m going to come,” Sadie whimpered.

“She told me she was going to sniff them while she humped her pillow, and imagine that she was licking your pussy.”

“I’m – I’m coming!” she cried.

“Fuck me, Miss Laine!” I snarled as my best friend ground out her orgasm against my bum cheeks.

Finally spent, Sadie lay on top of me, breathing heavily, her head resting against my shoulder. “Oh, Georgia… oh, my goodness. We’re so naughty… really, really naughty…”

I reached back behind me to caress her arse, and she kissed me deeply.

“Is this what best friends do these days?” I asked her.

“Yes, I think so. It’s very in vogue,” Sadie informed me.

“Oh, good.”

***

There’s this big barley field next to Miss Laine’s house and right in the middle of it, on a big patch of mowed grass, sits the Menhir Stone.

Now, the Menhir Stone was really old.

Actually, all stones are really old, aren’t they?

Um…

Well, what I mean is, people from thousands of years ago moved it here and then carved weird writing called runes on it and it’s been here ever since. It was about six feet tall but apparently there was another six feet of it underground, so it was actually twice as big!

Me and Millie ran through the field with our arms held out, so that the soft green stalks whipped against our hands. Bee chased after us and every time she bounced up over the barley stalks to see where we were, it would make us laugh.

“Let’s play Jurassic Park,” I suggested.

“Okay, I’ll be a felocifafaptor,” Millie said.

“Velociraptor,” I corrected her.

“That’s what I said. Felocifafaptor.”

“No, velociraptor!”

“Felocifafaptor?”

“Vell-oss-ear-rap-tor! It’s not hard to say!”

“Fell-oss-ear-fer-fap-tor!”

I covered my head with my hands and sighed. “Unbelievable. Okay, I’ll be the woman who runs around a lot and you be… whatever you want to call it.”

Millie, method actor that she was, hunched herself over, brought her hands up to her chest and began snapping at me with her eyes crossed. “Rargh!” she screeched and I couldn’t help but laugh. She looked like a mentally challenged person. (Mum says we’re not allowed to call them nutters.) Bee pricked her ears up at my sister’s odd behaviour.

I ran through the barley and Millie chased after me screeching and snapping, with Bee bouncing after us. “Alan! Alan!” I shouted.

“Wait,” Millie said and we both came to a halt. “Who’s Alan?”

“Alan’s the main dinosaur man,” I explained. “The woman runs round shouting his name. She literally does it for the whole movie.”

“Oh, okay,” Millie said and off we went again.

“Alan! Alaaan!” I shrieked and ran through the barley as fast as my legs would carry me.

It wasn’t far behind me, I knew. And there were probably more of them stalking me, too. They always hunted in packs. At least one of them was small and furry and looked suspiciously like a puppy.

“Alan! Alaaaaan!”

It was close now. I could feel its reptilian breath on my neck. If I could just make it to the building that was cleverly designed to look like a gigantic stone, I would be safe.

“Alaaaaan!”

Where the bloody hell was Alan when you needed him?

“Alan!” I cried as I finally reached the building and burst through the door, slamming it shut behind me.

The deadly raptor pushed open the door and stepped across the threshold. It stared me down menacingly.

“Clever girl…” I mumbled.

“I’ve eaten Alan!” the dinosaur informed me.

“Velociraptors don’t talk,” I told Millie.

“They can open doors,” Millie said.

“But they don’t talk.”

“I know.”

We sat down on the grass next to the Menhir Stone to catch our breath.

“I wonder what the writing means,” Millie said, studying the runic symbols carved into the stone.

“I’m not sure, but Miss Laine would probably know.”

“Freya?”

“What?”

“Do you want me to lick your kitty?”

I stood up and had a look around to make sure nobody was about. The coast was clear. “Yeah, okay,” I said and pulled my shorts down.

“Shall we take all our clothes off?” Millie suggested.

“We could, but if anyone comes, we’ll have to run into the barley and hide, okay?” I told her.

“All right” Millie said and began pulling her clothes off.

Soon we were both naked. I slapped Millie on the bum and she jumped.”Stop it!” she protested.

I lay back on the grass and spread my legs open while Millie knelt down and put her face between them. She poked her tongue out and made blub blub blub sounds as she licked my kitty.

“Don’t make silly noises, just lick it,” I told her and twirled my fingers around locks of her hair as she licked me out.

Bee sat watching us, her ears pricked up.

Millie raised her head. “Am I doing it right?” she asked.

“Yeah, you’re doing really well. Lick this bit at the top more, though,” I said and pulled my pussy lips apart so she could get to my sensitive little lump. “Good girl,” I praised my little sister as she licked me there. “Make me do an orgasm and then I’ll lick yours.”

“Am I old enough to do an orgasm?” Millie said.

“I’m not sure, but we’ll see. Keep licking me, please. Really hard and fast, okay?”

I held the back of her head and pushed my kitty up against her as I watched what she was doing. She kept at it for a while until I started getting that familiar feeling.

“You’re getting… really good at this, Millie,” I gasped and felt my orgasm bubbling between my legs. “K-Keep doing it like that. Aah!” It burst to the surface and exploded out of me. “Oooh! St-stop… stop! Just… just hold your tongue there while I… Oh! That’s really nice. Oh, good girl…” I groaned, my body trembling.

Millie looked up at me and grinned. “Was it good?” she asked me, her mouth all wet.

“Yeah, thanks,” I panted and stroked her hair.

“My turn now, please!” my sister said and sat up.

“Okay, but let’s kiss first,” I told her and we did a really wet, messy one with tongues. I could taste my kitty on her mouth. “Let’s do it differently this time,” I suggested. “I’ll lay back and you kneel over my face so I can lick you.”

“Okay,” Millie said. She got up and stood over me, spreading her legs and lowering herself down so I could see her kitty coming towards me.

“Argh! The Puffy Pussy Monster’s coming to get me!” I said dramatically.

Millie laughed and squatted down over my face, her kitty only a couple of inches from my mouth.

“Pull it open,” I told my sister.

“You always say that,” Millie said, rolling her eyes.

“I just like it when you spread it,” I said and licked the inside of her pussy as she held it apart for me.

Most times when I licked my sister’s kitty, it was at bedtime after we had a bath or a shower, but sometimes, like now, when we had been running around all day, it tasted different. Not as clean but not exactly dirty either. It tasted… sexier.

Millie rocked backwards and forwards, sliding her pussy over my mouth. “This is fun!” she squealed.

“Stop moving around so much!” I told her and she slowed down so I could lick her properly.

I sucked on her little bump and tried to push a finger into her hole. It wouldn’t go right in but I got it up there enough that I could move it in and out a bit.

She gazed down at me with her mouth wide open and a really drowsy look on her face. “Freya… it’s making me feel all funny. I think I’m gonna do a wee or something.” She leaned forward and put her hands on the Menhir Stone to steady herself.

And then we weren’t in the barley field anymore.

I felt my ears pop and there was a weird odor, like how it smells when it starts to rain. I pushed Millie off me and sat up.

We were in a dark, lush forest, and I had no idea how we got here. “Millie, what did you do?!”

“I didn’t do anything! The stone just sucked me in!” Millie shouted at me.

“You’re gonna be in so much trouble when Mum finds out!” I told her. I looked around me. “Where are we?”

Wherever we were, the Menhir Stone had come with us too, but it looked cleaner than it had before, and the runes had disappeared.

“Freya, look,” Millie whispered to me, pointing at something.

All I could see were trees. “What?”

“There. Between those two big trees.”

Then I saw it. Saw her.

“Green lady…” I mumbled.

She was standing a few metres away watching us, her long walnut brown hair swept behind her pointed ears and down across her bare breasts, a single blue jewel on her forehead, strung from a thin vine. Other vines were wrapped around her arms, legs and midriff, and leaves covered her private bits. She was beautiful. And green. Really green…

“It’s the Dryad,” Millie said.

I felt like we were dreaming and wondered if we had fallen asleep in the barley field. “What is this?” I whispered, confused and scared.

This is where it begins, the Dryad said to us in a language I’d never heard, but somehow I could understand every word.

“Where what begins?” Millie asked her.

Where the Tuatha Dé Danann reveal themselves to humanity.

I could hear voices all around me and suddenly we were surrounded by ugly-looking people wearing animal skins and furs. They were short and stocky, had protruding brows and big wide noses, and their hair was shaved into mohicans and tufts, with feathers woven into them. The women were bare-chested and had painted their hair red. They wore colourful beads and stones strung into necklaces, bracelets and earrings.

They reminded me of those cave people we had learnt about in school that had become extinct thousands of years ago.

“Freya, I’d quite like to go home now,” Millie told me and held on to me tightly.

I was aware that we didn’t have any clothes on, but the people didn’t seem to notice us anyway. They were busy talking to a group of Dryads that were standing nearby.

The green woman spoke again. Two hundred thousand cycles ago, the Mammoth Hunters find us. We sense the potential in their women; primitive enough to remember the gifts nature granted their ape ancestors; evolved enough that they might manipulate those gifts: The first witches.

The women were reaching up to touch the Dryads’ hair, laughing and babbling to each other.

“Th-that’s nice and everything, but we’re just kids, really,” I said to the Dryad. “If you wouldn’t mind sending us home now, please? Our mum will be worried about us.”

I did not bring you here, Freya Newton, the Dryad told me. If you wish to leave, go back the way you came.

How did she know my name?

“I’m gonna put my hands on the big stone again,” Millie said and reached out to touch it.

The Dryad tilted her head and looked at Millie curiously. Strange…Your journey does not begin nor end, Millie Newton. It coils in on itself like a Möbius strip, independent of the universe’s cycles. I have not seen one like you in millennia.

Millie looked at the Dryad, then at me, then back at the Dryad again. “Um, yeah, okay. Bye, then!” she said and grabbed my hand. She stuck her other hand on the Menhir Stone.

My ears popped again and both of us fell over and landed on our bums.

I looked around me and the forest had vanished, replaced by the familiar sight of barley fields. Bee was standing nearby wagging her tail, one of Millie’s shoes in her mouth. Billy Buckham sat next to the puppy and gave us a really disdainful look, as if he thought we were idiots.

We were back.

***

I picked Sadie’s lacy panties up from the floor as she stepped into a fresh pair. They were damp to the touch.

“I think I’d like some sexy underwear. Maybe some nice stockings, too,” I said, more to myself than to my friend.

“You go, girl!” Sadie whooped.

“Think I can pull it off?” I asked her, holding her panties up against my waist and wiggling my bum.

“Well you certainly pulled mine off,” Sadie quipped, glancing over her shoulder at me. She gave me a wicked look. “So Freya likes to take your dirty knickers to bed with her?”

“Yeah, she’s a little perv.”

“Do you think she’d like those?” she asked me, looking at her panties in my hands.

“Oh yes, she’d have hours of fun with them.”

Sadie sauntered over, took her knickers from me and stuffed them into my trouser pocket. “A token of esteem for my favourite student,” she murmured, then kissed me on the lips.

“You’re a very naughty schoolteacher, Sadie Laine,” I told her.

Once we’d dressed and cleaned ourselves up, we headed back to Sadie’s conservatory. Not long after, the girls came bounding in, all wild eyes and rambling words.

“Mum! Millie touched the Menhir Stone and sucked us back in time!” Freya told me, her eyes huge.

“Oh, that’s nice,” I said, browsing through my magazine.

“I didn’t know it was going to do that, Mummy! Someone should put a warning sign next to it!” Millie protested.

“I’m not joking, Mum! We saw cave people! And Dryads, too! I thought we’d be trapped there forever!” Freya explained.

“Well, thank goodness you weren’t, because I need you both to help me cook dinner tonight!” I told the girls. They rambled to Sadie about runic symbols and who had carved them and why.

Billy Buckham strolled in and sharpened his claws on Sadie’s couch, daring us all to tell him he wasn’t allowed to. If he knew something, he certainly wasn’t telling.

What a strange day, I mused as we pulled up to the cottage in the beetle. I’d slept with my best friend, and wasn’t sure where that left us. Was she still my best friend? Was she my lover now? Both? I didn’t know how it would all work out, but I knew one thing: I didn’t want to stop.

As the girls and I strolled up the garden path towards the house, Freya pointed to something in the sky. “Look!” she cried.

I looked up and saw a little yellow shape swooping through the air near the girls’ bedroom window. I was puzzled at first, then realised that it was Millie’s canary.

“It’s Nigel!” Millie shouted, jumping up and down. “He’s flying!”

On to Chapter Seven!

By kinkychic (the idea from kinkys_sis)

I really hadn’t wanted to move away from home but had little say in the matter. Mum did say that she’d considered my feelings, but in the end, she made a decision, and there we were.

What really hurt was leaving my school, losing my friends but above all, moving away from my girlfriend. Mum didn’t understand that two thirteen-year-old girls could be in love. She had eventually, but reluctantly accepted that we were an item. Maybe that was part of her reason for moving; she didn’t approve, not one little bit.

Completely unexpectedly, a great aunt had left Mum a whole load of money, I don’t know how much exactly, but it let her fulfill a lifelong dream of having a ‘chocolate box’ cottage in the country.

I knew the place was beautiful. The term ‘cottage’ tends to imply something small, but this was anything but. The original building was at least three or four hundred years old, nobody quite knew for sure. All sorts of bits had been added on over the years, making it a warren of passages and rooms, even dark cobwebby cellars. On the very first day, I discovered a hidden panel that revealed steps leading down into a strange little room. I guessed there might be others. At least I had plenty to occupy myself.

God knows how thick some of the walls were, but in some parts, they were certainly over two or three feet. Great big dark oak beams seemed to overpower some rooms, yet everything seemed to have been done with careful thought. The overall result was breathtaking.

The gardens, although somewhat overgrown and neglected, were or had been just as stunning. Someone had gone to a great deal of trouble to create little hidden grottoes among the shrubs and flowers, accessed by archways all smothered in flowering climbers.

My bedroom, built into the attic, overlooked the rear of the property. My window had a seat built into the thick wall. Its comfy cushions had already made it my favourite spot, one where I could just sit and gaze out the window.

It had been a long, hard day. I knew I should be in bed, but I wanted to see the moonbeams shine as they penetrated the shadowy areas of the garden.

I was half dozing when something made me sit up and put my face to the glass. Was it my imagination, or had I seen something moving, like a little twinkling spark among the bushes?

As hard as I stared, I saw nothing, all was quiet. I swung my legs down and began to turn away. There! Just for a moment, I spied something out of the corner of my eye. I turned back to the window, but once more there was nothing to be seen.

I decided it must be me, I was far too tired and really should be in bed asleep.

I had a bad night. I ought to have slept like a log but instead, fleeting images would start to appear in my mind, half-waking me. As soon as I tried to concentrate on them though, they faded away.

“You look tired this morning, Bee. Didn’t you sleep well, or did you stay up too late?” my mother asked.

“Oh, I’m okay. I guess it’s just being in a strange place for the first time… but then I don’t have that much to do today, so it’s all cool.”

Mum tutted at my grammar, then got on with making breakfast.

I was thinking about the garden, and what I had or maybe hadn’t seen last night. I wanted to go out there to see if I could find any traces of whatever had drawn my attention.

I searched and searched but didn’t find anything that might help explain what I imagined I’d seen. Staring up at my window, I tried to work out exactly where I might have been looking. I think I narrowed down the area, but was still none the wiser.

I went to sit on the small seat in one of the little grottoes. Looking down, I saw a tiny bunch of flowers lying at my feet. Unconsciously, I picked them up as I sat, still deep in thought but getting nowhere.

I glanced at the flowers, then suddenly sat up straight and looked closer. The flowers were tied together by some small pliable plant stem, a neat little bow at the front. The whole thing was so delicately put together that I couldn’t begin to imagine how it had been done.

Suddenly I felt as if I was being watched. I spun around, searching with my eyes. I looked everywhere but just as before, there was nothing to be seen.

I was a bit frightened, but then I looked at the flowers in my hand and something told me that there was nothing to be scared of.

“Who are you… where are you?” I said in a very quiet voice. Silence greeted me, only the soft rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze and the buzz of the bees collecting pollen. I waited for an age, but nothing stirred. I saw my small posy of flowers were wilting, and knew that I needed to put them in water.

That evening, I was back at my post in the window alcove. It was a bit cloudy and overcast, much darker than the night before. The moon burst between two clouds, the grotto caught the light and there was the twinkle. I could clearly see it move, then stop in one place. It must be on the small bench seat, I decided.

I made my way downstairs, quietly letting myself out. I did my best to creep carefully towards the grotto. I peered through the arch — nothing! I’d really expected to see something, too.

I walked to the seat, then my heart skipped. Another bunch of flowers, just like the first one, neatly tied with a bow. I knew they were for me, but why? What was the point if whoever left them wouldn’t show themselves?

I brought the flowers to my nose and inhaled deeply. The scent was divine. I breathed deeper, taking it in. A strange feeling crept over me. I felt kind of woozy, my skin tingled, then I could hear every little sound in the air.

I closed my eyes and listened, still breathing in the delightful aroma coming from my flowers.

Could I hear words, or was it just the natural noises of the garden? I concentrated harder. Yes! I could begin to make out something. I thought I heard ‘pretty’, just the merest whisper. I tried to hone in on the sound, then I clearly heard, ‘beautiful little girl’.

My eyes snapped open, then instantly everything began to spin and I was falling. The last thing I saw was a small cloud of sparkling lights before the ground was rushing up to meet me.

I‘d thought it was going to hurt, but all of a sudden, my weight disappeared and I was floating down to the ground.

I was aware, yet not aware of gentle hands caressing my face. Soft lips brushed over mine, then a tiny voice spoke. “I’m sorry, I gave you too much. Now rest awhile. and you will be fine.”

Once more, I felt those lips, followed by the lightest of caresses to my breasts. Then came a tingle, one that slowly grew in intensity, that familiar I get when someone plays with my pussy.

When I became aware once more, my eyes snapped open. I glanced between my legs, quite sure that I would find someone there. But there was no one, just my legs spread quite wide. It hadn’t been my own hands, they were clutched together and resting on my tummy.

Slowly reaching down, I felt the front of my panties. They were quite wet; someone had brought me very close to an orgasm.

Feeling somewhat dazed from the experience, I made my way back to my room. After undressing, I collapsed on my bed, still holding the bouquet. I stared at them, remembering their smell. Was it possible? Did these flowers produce some drug that got me all worked up?

I brought them back to my nose. The scent wasn’t quite as strong now, but still there. I closed my eyes and breathed it in. At first, there was nothing much, just a pleasant feeling, but I gradually felt the tingle again. I inhaled deeply, absorbing the cloying smell into my senses.

I was only vaguely aware of my legs parting. I wanted to open my eyes, but something told me that I mustn’t; it would make everything disappear.

Like before, I felt the lightest of tickling touches on my breasts. It was a shock when I realised that at the same time, something was caressing my tummy, my thighs and the area around my pussy. I was being touched in a dozen places all at once. It was the most beautiful sensation I’d ever experienced.

At the rate my body was responding, I knew it wouldn’t be long before I got to a climax.

The soft caresses of my clit were especially amazing. It wasn’t done by fingers or lips… but something else, something wonderful. Then I felt something pushing into me. It seemed to be tiny, yet the feelings were immense. My pussy was on fire!

I was struggling to breathe, my whole body coiled like a spring waiting to snap. There was a tickle at my ear, then I heard, “Relax, little one, you’ll be fine, we only want to love you. Now breathe.”

The constriction in my chest suddenly disappeared. I gasped in a deep breath, then basked in the bliss of my approaching orgasm.

It came like an express train, a huge train, all-powerful. I heard tiny little laughs and giggles, then I was coming. Coming like I could never have imagined. My mind perceived every little sensation as I was lifted higher, ever higher, on and on and on.

My breathing slowly calmed and I felt my eyelids begin to flutter before the lightest of touches held them closed. That beautiful tiny voice seemed to whisper in my head, “No, don’t try and look. It takes time, but you will see us when the moment is right. Now sleep, little one.”

I woke with a start. The dream had been so real, so utterly wonderful – how was such a thing possible? I felt weak and drained, just like when I masturbated too hard, for too long. Shit! I had come, I knew that much – my thighs and my pussy were soaked.

Slowly, I sat up and looked around. Everything seemed normal until I saw the flowers. Several small bunches, all tied neatly with a bow. On the window sill, on my dressing table, even two on my pillow. The scent filled my room. My whole body tingled in something like an almost constant state of arousal.

Going over to the window, I pushed it open and stared down at my grotto, but all was quiet.

Not knowing what else to do, I laid down on my bed. I knew I should get some sleep, but my mind wouldn’t stop wondering about what had happened. This was way beyond my understanding, I knew it was impossible, and yet… it had happened, I hadn’t imagined any of this.

I remembered the words, You will see us when the time is right. What did they mean? I had no idea, but I did find myself in an incredibly happy mood; not the least bit concerned or unsettled.

The next morning, like before, there was another little bunch of flowers on what I now called ‘my seat’. I bent to pick them up and saw faint words etched in the damp dew on the bench. They read, ‘We love you.’

I wandered about the garden, looking here and there. Where did these mysterious beings live? Even more importantly, what were they, who were they? I found no answers, but somehow it didn’t worry me.

Without thinking, I put the flowers to my nose again, and in seconds I was tingling all over. Oh my God. They were like a drug, a sex drug that caused instant arousal in the user. I was deep into the heart of the garden, hidden from the cottage. I held tightly to the post as I breathed in that heady aroma, screwing my eyes tightly closed. With each breath, my pussy glowed more brightly, I had no need to touch myself. My clit was vibrating all on its own.

My legs began to shake, it had only taken about a minute and I was coming right where I stood. It was beyond my power of description, I didn’t have the words. I gripped the post as, bending at the waist, I let myself go completely. The orgasm washed through me, so intense, so very beautiful.

This was crazy. I couldn’t keep coming like this, I’d wear myself out in no time. And yet, it was so bloody good.

After lunch, I decided to explore. I fetched a torch before I opened the secret panel. Steps led down into the darkness. I switched on the torch, then pulled the panel closed behind me.

Carefully, I made my way down. It wasn’t too far before I found myself in a small room. There were very old plaques hanging on the wall, and closer inspection told me that they were religious. Of course they were, there was a crucifix hanging in between them. There was a small cot and one chair to one side of the room. I could see that these things were very old.

I realised that this must have been an old priest hidey-hole, back from the days of religious persecution. Clearly, though, no one had been down there for many years.

Then I saw another tiny bunch of flowers, lying on the floor by a wall. I bent to pick them up; what were they doing there? There had to be a reason.

I studied the wall, which was panelled with wooden squares. I pressed the one next to where the flowers had been – nothing happened. I pressed one square after another, as many as I could reach – still nothing.

Then I saw a small metal hole in the upper corner of one of the squares. I pulled a hair grip from my head, but it was too big to fit. With a bit of struggle, I bent it into one straight line, then it just fitted. I pressed it in until it wouldn’t go any deeper, then applied a bit more pressure. There was a click, and the door swung open on a spring.

Shining my torch inside, I saw a small, dark tunnel. I couldn’t imagine what the tunnel was for – it was so small, hardly big enough for a mouse.

I sat on the floor, feeling quite deflated. I’d solved the way in, but for what?

I picked up the new bunch of flowers and brought them to my nose. Like before, they smelled wonderful, Breathing in, I closed my eyes.

Suddenly everything started to spin, and my head bumped the wall as I fell onto my side.

I felt strange in a way I couldn’t explain, but at least the dizziness had gone. I opened my eyes, then almost screamed. Now the tunnel was right in front of me, and I was lying in the entrance.

Looking back over my shoulder, I thought I’d lost my mind. The room was huge, the bed and chair towering over me. The torch lay next to me, but it was more than three times my height. I was tiny.

Slowly, I picked myself up and walked into the tunnel. The first thing I noticed was that it wasn’t as dark in there as I thought it would be. There was a glow which appeared to get brighter, further in.

Did I dare to go in there? Now I realised that those flowers had been there for a reason, I was expected. I inched forward, my hand touching the wall. The light did get brighter and now I could hear a sound. In fact several sounds, voices engaged in excited chatter.

I came to an abrupt stop as a vision appeared in front of me, silhouetted in the light coming from behind. As my eyes adjusted, my view of the girl – was it a girl? – became clearer.

I gasped as she drew closer. Never had I seen anyone quite so beautiful. And yet it was a strange kind of beauty. Her cheekbones were set high, her eyes wider than normal. Then, when she moved her head, I saw her ears.

My hand flew to my mouth, I tried to speak, but no words would come, I’d only ever seen ears like hers in children’s books. They were elves’ ears.

She was completely naked, with an utterly flawless body. I tried to judge her age, but it was impossible. She could have been anywhere between twelve and thirty.

I didn’t know where to look. Her face mesmerised me, but her body drew me nearer. She exuded sex.

Then she smiled, and my heart melted, “You came, we knew you would. Come in, come into our world, we’ve been waiting.” She offered her hand to me, and I reached out to her until our fingers touched.

It was as if a jolt of energy went through me. My nipples grew, my pussy juiced like mad and my clit throbbed. My mind was filled with desire, a totally wanton desire.

As I extended my free hand to touch the girl’s face, I saw the sparkle in her eyes – was that the same light I’d seen in the garden? Then I brushed her cheek with my fingers, and the feelings I was having surged at the contact, until I was about to lose control.

The girl smiled. “You see, you can feel it. We’ve already loved you, and now you can love us in return. We don’t often let humans into our world, but we felt you were special. You sensed our presence so quickly.”

I practically fell into her arms when she opened them to me, and we embraced. It wasn’t just a case of two bodies coming together, it was as if we’d melted and then blended into one being. It was only then that I realised I was as naked as the girl – my clothes had vanished.

Without a second thought, I claimed her mouth in a hungry kiss. As her tongue danced with mine, I heard her speak to me. “I’ve waited for you, Bee. We knew you would come, just not when.”

“I never told you my name… how do you know it?” I said – only somehow, we were still kissing.

“Are you actually speaking now, Bee? You’re not, are you? And yet we can communicate. I know everything about you.”

“You keep changing from I to we,” I told her, “but I only see you. Yet last night, I saw several lights in the garden. And later, I felt the presence of many others, not just you. How is that possible?”

“It is complicated and difficult to explain. Instead, close your eyes and let me show you.”

I felt, or maybe just sensed the slightest touch, I thought I heard a rustle, then something very light seemed to enfold me. It was like being enfolded in a layer of the finest silk.

My skin came alive with wonderful sensations – one moment here, then there, then everywhere. It was like a thousand touches. I was filled with joy, and nothing else mattered but to give myself to this… my lover.

I could taste the nectar from between her legs, touch every part of her body and yet… my lips never left hers, my arms never dropped from her neck.

Never had I been so aware of my sexual feelings. It was like pure animal lust, an immense craving to fuck and be fucked.

I could feel the girl’s happiness flow through me, and knew that her craving was just as strong as my own. It was that feeling of complete surrender to sexual pleasure, two bodies as one, totally absorbed in the search for that ultimate goal.

Somehow, my clit had become the centre of my being, pulsing and radiating feelings that surged through every bit of me. The interior of my dripping pussy was being assaulted in the most wonderful way. The star of my anus was alive with sensations. It was utter rapture, too beautiful to capture in mere words.

Again, her thoughts came to me. “Now we have reached that ultimate togetherness, we are as one and ready for release. Let your mind float with mine… feel the joy with me, Bee.”

It was how I imagined a junkie must feel, floating high in some ethereal place. But at the same time, I was experiencing the absolute height of sexual ecstasy. Somewhere in the midst of all that, my climax came. Not hard and fast from out of the blue, though. More like a slow climb, up and up. forever up.

I reached a plateau where orgasm after orgasm swept through me, one feeding into the next. Would it ever end? I didn’t want it to, I fought to keep the pleasure going.

That sweet voice penetrated my mind. “Enough, little one… come back down before you harm yourself.”

Giving in, I slowly relaxed, basking in my new lover’s comforting warmth. After a while, I forced my eyes to open.

Perhaps I should have been shocked, but somehow, I wasn’t. Translucent wings were wrapped around my body, completely enfolding me. It was from these that the thousand touches had come.

The girl’s elfin face seemed to shimmer, as if it wasn’t quite in focus. I stared into her eyes, those strange yet beautiful eyes.

Finally, I spoke. “You call me ‘Little One’, and yet you don’t look any older than I am. Why is that?”

She laughed. “How old do you think I am? For that matter, what is age? I am whatever you want me to be. I can only answer you by saying I was here before this dwelling above us was built. This is my land, and always has been. In the way that you think of time, I have lived here longer than you can imagine. For us, it is different. I do not count time.” She smiled at me. “Well, perhaps I do… when I spend it with someone like you.”

Her gaze seemed to penetrate my soul, bathing me in love. Perhaps I ought to have been a little scared, but I wasn’t. Instead, it felt like I was in heaven.

“You rest now, and I will see you again soon. You can watch me play at night, if you like. I may leave some flowers for you, but not too often. They are powerful, and I would not wish to hurt you. Now sleep.”

An instant later, I was doing exactly that.

Upon awakening, I wondered for a second where I was, then the memory of it all came flooding back. The floor was hard and I ached a little, and yet I felt so alive, so happy. I stretched, relaxing my aches away.

I opened my eyes, then sat up with a start when I realised that the room was pitch black. Fumbling about, I managed to find my torch, switched it on and looked about. The panel! It was closed, but my hair grip still protruded from the hole in the wall, I pulled it free and stared at it, knowing that I now held the key to my wildest fantasies.

I got to my feet on rather wobbly legs, knowing without a doubt that what I’d experienced hadn’t been a dream. Besides my sticky inner thighs, I also had that feeling of euphoria that only comes after an intense orgasm.

I let myself out of the priest hole. Everything was quiet as I crept back to my room. I was surprised that it was still daylight, half expecting it to be night time. My bedside clock told me that I’d been gone for barely half an hour.

I stripped off my clothes and stood naked in front of my mirror. My slit was wet to the touch – wet and sticky, just as if everything had happened minutes ago. More than that, my body still tingled.

Wanting a shower, I reached for my robe, then saw the little bunch of flowers on my pillow. I dared not pick them up… not just yet, anyway.

The End

by Kinkys_sis

I sat in the garden, the happiest girl in the world. I thought of how in barely a week my whole world had changed. I felt so different, even my awful shyness was evaporating.

This girl, Bee. Like I said before, oh yes, I knew her, or at least of her, everybody did. She was a hero in our school. Not only was she the school’s boxing champion but in the whole area as well. Once she beat up the leader of the school bullies and faced down the rest of their gang.

I had always been in awe and a little scared of her, although there was no good reason why I should be. I hadn’t ever understood quite how someone could be so tough and yet so beautiful.

She was in another world to me. Three years higher up in school was like light-years away.

Then she had sat next to me on the bus. She scared me out of my wits but she spoke to me so nicely and I managed to calm my nerves. But I was in an awful fluster when I left the bus and I saw her wave. Bee had waved to insignificant me.

What followed was awesome. Now, I was her girlfriend and I still really couldn’t believe it. When we walked into school last Monday, and she held my hand, I saw her glaring about, daring anyone to comment. No one did. No one laughed at the thirteen-year-old holding a ten-year-old’s hand.

When I’d got to my class, my friends were so excited, gathering around me twittering like a bunch of sparrows. So many questions they threw at me. I was saved by the teacher appearing. Although I noticed her giving me a strange glance. Clearly, she’d also heard.

By Friday, things began to settle. I wasn’t used to being looked up to by my peers but now, I found I was. It was the strangest feeling, and all down to this girl, Bee. I loved her so very much.

It would never have crossed my mother’s mind that it was anything more than just a new friendship. In fact, she was delighted to see me coming out of my shell. She may have been a bit surprised at our age difference but she thought Bee was a wonderful influence on me.

She had taken an instant liking to Bee when she came to tea on Wednesday. It had been such a lovely evening. Somehow, I managed to not show my true feelings. Mum didn’t notice anything

I showed Bee my room, but other than a wonderful kiss, we behaved, although I could see the fire in her eyes. I knew she was dying to strip my clothes off or at the very least, finger my pussy, but somehow, she resisted. I was disappointed, but I also knew that it was for the best.

Now, it was Friday and tomorrow, I’d meet Bee, just us two together. She hadn’t said where we were going, only that if the weather was nice, she had places to show me.

I knew she had a strange hobby. Sometimes she went Geocaching and she said how she had discovered some beautiful places, places where almost no one else ever went. There was a sparkle in her eyes when she said we’d be alone in a world of our own.

Saturday morning came. Mum had made us a picnic lunch. “You’ll need it, traipsing miles while you do this geo thingy,” she said.

Then Bee was at our door. Mum gave her a hug and me a kiss. “Now, you two have a nice time, and don’t get up to any mischief.”

I saw Bee trying desperately to hide a smirk. “Oh, don’t you worry, I’ll look after her,” she told mum.

We had only got round the corner when Bee grabbed me. “Hey, come here you. I need a kiss.”

By now, I knew what her kisses were like. In only seconds, my toes were curling, my heart was fluttering and the tingle started up in my cunt. I wanted her to touch me and gripped her tightly, but instead, she pulled away. “Fuck! I’ve got a little sex fiend here, but you’ll just have to wait. This isn’t exactly the best place,” she said.

I hadn’t lived here very long and really didn’t know my way around. All I knew was what you saw from the car or the bus to school. But now, Bee led me into a world of magic. Violet and yellow coloured fields, hedgerows bursting with flowers, and fruits that weren’t ripe yet. The public footpath notices were there but I’d never paid them any attention. Bee explained how most of the paths went back to medieval times when people walked from village to village, but that hardly anyone used them anymore.

We saw rabbits galore, all kinds of birds and even one beautiful deer leaping away.

We went deep into a wood. The path almost disappeared, but Bee obviously knew where she was going. Then, in front of me, a wonderful sight. I knew instantly that it was religious but it couldn’t be the ruin of a church. Who would ever build a church so far from anywhere and in the middle of a huge wood?

Bee answered my question. “It’s a very old monastery but I don’t know any more than that. We could Google it when we get home, I guess.”

Most of it was a ruin, but some parts still showed how grand it must have been. I followed Bee through several archways until I saw much brighter light shining ahead. Through a final archway and there it was. Daylight broke through the gap in the trees. Lovely soft grass filled a small courtyard. To me, it was a paradise, a private world.

Bee stood watching me as I looked around in wonder. “Oh Bee, it’s so nice, thank you for bringing me here.”

She laughed. “I knew you’d like it but it’s not why I brought you here.”

“What — there’s more?”

She laughed again. “Oh yes, much more. Now come here and let me love you.”

I felt myself blush when I realised what she had meant, but this place was perfect, so very perfect, I stepped into her outstretched arms.

I felt the warmth of the sun on my back as she eased my top off my shoulders and slipped it down. Her lips followed it until I felt her on my nipple. I kissed the top of her head, my heart surging. She sucked me hard and I could feel the nipple stiffen. For a second, I clutched her head and then I was pulling at her clothes. I wanted to feel my Bee’s bare skin.

Her bum was warm and soft. “Bee, don’t you ever wear any knickers?”

“Only at school… sometimes,” she said.

I pushed her back so I could pull her top up and over her head. We stood there, just staring at each other. Two naked nymphs in the woods, was my thought.

She looked into my eyes. “Shit, I love you. Tell me you love me, I like to hear it.”

I rushed at her and she pulled me close again. “You know I love you,” I told her, just before our lips met. As we kissed, our legs bent and we slowly dropped to the ground. She lay me down in the soft grass, our kiss became wild as we rolled over and over.

I hadn’t known that I could feel anything so intense. I wanted to make love to her, but I also wanted her to make love to me.

Our rolling stopped and the kiss suddenly became so soft and tender. Bee looked at me once more. It was a look so full of love. “Thank you,” she said in a quiet voice.

“Why do you keep thanking me? I don’t want thanks. I only want your love. The question is, who’s going to be loved first?”

Bee knew the answer. I would never have thought of it.

She laughed again. “Oh, that’s easy, I’ve been thinking about this moment.” With that, she sat up and spun me around. She lay down and pulled me on top of her, but oddly, I was facing the wrong way. She spread my legs to either side of her chest with me sitting on her boobs but her hands grabbed my hips and she pulled me backwards until I felt her chin against my bum. A hand pushed my back, urging me down.

I felt her hot breath on my bum and I thought about the finger she had pushed in there the other day. It had shocked me. I didn’t understand why she would do that, but I didn’t care. If it’s what she wanted, then I was happy. I wondered if she was going to that now.

But instead, oh my God, she was kissing me there. Kissing my bum hole. How could she? Then I realised that it felt nice. It tickled and it made my pussy tingle. But even so, my bum?

My brain clicked into gear and I understood what her hand pushing at my back was telling me. I dropped flat on my face and went straight to her pussy. I felt her tongue tracing down from my bum hole, pressing and licking as I fell forward. Oh yes, it was good when she dipped into my slit. I thought I’d just found my new favourite position.

The first time I had used my tongue on her clit, I had been desperate to please her. Nothing else had mattered, but now I took the time to marvel at what was in front of my eyes. Two beautiful lips, more defined than mine were. Where my pussy was just a tight slit, hers was wide and ruffled.

I reached with my fingers. Oh, she was so soft under my touch. Her lips easily pulled open until I saw that little covering at the top. I knew it’s where I’d made her the happiest, where I had felt the bump between my lips.

I carefully pushed up and there it was. The little knob lifted in front of my eyes. I bent and took it between my lips, and her hips immediately jumped under me. I began to suck, and I realized how I loved the taste of her. How had I not noticed before? It was a glorious, tangy taste, like nothing I might have imagined. And then her smell. Oh God, it was wonderful. I breathed in deep, letting it fill my senses. It was my Bee.

I sucked harder, then used my tongue. I hoped that I was learning, that I was pleasing her. I must have been, because it’s what she was doing to me and I felt wonderful, my pussy tingling more than I’d ever known.

I could feel her fingers caressing my bum, then one traced down slowly from my spine,to my bum hole. I squirmed as the finger tickled around. Suddenly, I wanted her inside, and somehow, I knew it’s what she’d do.

She pressed and I pushed up, I heard a little laugh before she was easing inside. She seemed to pause. I knew it must be tight, but it didn’t hurt so I tried to relax. She felt it, and her finger went deeper inside as we both still sucked and licked.

I heard a mumble from her. I only caught a couple of words — “…fingers, Evelyn.” Did she mean that she wanted me to touch her bum as well? I hadn’t done that before. But then, maybe she meant her pussy, I had no idea.

I was learning that Bee seemed to like everything, the weirder the better, and I had the answer.

Her bum hole was wet and slippery from the juices seeping from her pussy. I felt it with a finger, the first time I’d ever touched one. It felt a bit wrong to me, kind of dirty, but Bee wanted it, and I would give her anything she wanted.

Hesitantly, I pressed in the very middle. It seemed to resist, so I took a breath and pressed harder. I felt the warmth on my finger as it gradually eased in. She suddenly pressed down very hard and my finger disappeared, but she lifted again, almost immediately. She was trying to move her bum up and down, trying to fuck my finger. I knew then what I needed to do. I began to fuck her ass, just as she was now doing to mine.

I felt my whole body responding to her.I was on fire. Something wonderful was building inside me. I felt something new, something wild. Pure lust. My own thoughts surprised me. I wanted to show her how much I could give her. I wanted to fuck her brains out.

I lost all control. My other hand searched for her pussy — her cunt, she liked to say. My fingers pushed in, easily sliding through the hot wetness that seemed to be pouring from her. I kept adding fingers, trying to fill her. She surged up on my hand. For a second I worried that I might hurt her, but then I heard her wail, “Fuck, yes!”

I was so close to coming. I just wanted to let my body enjoy the beautiful feeling, but I didn’t want to stop fucking Bee. We were a bucking, writhing pair, so totally immersed in giving each other pleasure.

I could feel her straining, so I knew that she was just as close as I was. My finger in her ass hurt, she was banging down so hard. I had to pull it out. She didn’t seem to notice.

I could feel her insides gripping my hand. Fuck! My whole hand was inside her. I hadn’t been aware of how or when it went in, but it was. She started to shake, her lips clamped tight on my clit, and I saw the spray trying to force its way out of her around my hand buried inside. She was peeing and this time, I didn’t care. Instead, I just thought of how hard she was coming. This, I knew, was something special.

It was all too much for me, it tipped me over the edge. I couldn’t think. There were no thoughts. Only one shattering orgasm.

How long we clutched at each other, I’ll never know. I became aware that my face was on top of her pussy, and her arms were holding me tight. I lifted my head at the sound of her voice. “Are you there, my love?”

I began to pull my hand from where it was now deep inside her pussy. “No, don’t take it out,” she called. “Just turn around slowly, but keep it there.”

I struggled to manage, I felt so weak, but then I was between her legs, facing up at her. The look on her face told me everything, but she spoke anyway. “Oh my fucking God, Evie. What the fuck was that? So… so total, so…” she paused, “Are you okay, was it all right?”

Now, I grinned. “Bee, what you’re trying to say is, it was amazing. I never felt anything so wonderful.”

She laughed, then gave me one of her lustful looks. “As long as you’ve got your whole hand inside me, why don’t you fuck me again?”

There was nothing that at this moment I would rather do. She stayed, propped up on her elbows, she was watching my arm as I pumped in and out of her. Little streams of pee still squirted out every time I pushed in.

Her eyes closed just before her head dropped back, and she almost wailed, “God, Evelyn!” Her insides gripped my hand so hard that I could barely move it.I rubbed her clit with my free hand instead. Her elbows gave way and she lay back on the grass as her body convulsed. Her orgasm was so beautiful to watch.

Slowly, I eased my hand out of her pussy. It was sleek with her juices, glistening in the sun. I took a tentative lick, then I sat and cleaned my fingers like a cat licking its paws.

I glanced up and I saw her watching me, a huge grin on her face, “You like the taste of me then?”

“Bee, I like everything about you. You are my everything. I love you so much.”

We lay there, cuddled together. No words were necessary. We were the two happiest girls in the whole world.

The End

Note from JetBoy: Welcome to the thrilling and oh-so-sexy second and final installment of Louisa May’s triumphant return to the world of lesbian erotica… with many more to come, we hope!

Fate conspired to keep this from appearing as soon as we wanted — and since the plot of Chapter One is rather complicated, I strongly recommend that you visit it again before tackling this new part. (Click here.) Your enjoyment of the climax below will be all the greater.

And now, dear friends, take a deep breath and sit back as we part the curtains for our final act…

***

By Louisa May

I was at Marcia’s door again at 5:00 sharp on Monday. I rang the bell; the door opened almost immediately. And there she was.

“Hi! You’re Amy, I presume,” I said. Adorable, truly. Still in her school soccer outfit, light brown hair parted in the middle and pulled back into a ponytail, with a stray wisp hanging over her forehead. Amy had her mother’s wide-set blue eyes, a turned-up button nose, and dimples to die for.

“Yes, I’m Amy. Hello.” She blinked behind her big pink glasses. “And you’re Aunt Sasha.”

“I am.”

She grinned. “This is so cool. Please, come in!”

“Thank you!” I followed her into the foyer.

She closed the door and turned to me, biting her lip. “Mommy told me you were her best, bestest friend. She said you traveled all over the world, and you were really cool, and…” She bounced on her heels. “And, I couldn’t wait to meet you, ‘cause…” and she blushed. “Cause I just really wanted to.”

“Ahh, there you are…” Marcia swooped in from the other room, wearing another Von Furstenberg original. “On time exactly, of course..” She gave me a perfunctory hug, then looked down at Amy. “Honey, I told you to get dressed for Aunt Sasha, so you–”

“No, no.” I smiled at Amy, who was gazing up at me. “No, I think what you’re wearing is perfect.” Amy grinned, blushing. God, her dimples really were amazing. “Look at you… you’re beautiful!” She turned an even deeper pink.

Marcia rallied. “Shall we go in the kitchen? Get some refreshments for our guest?” Amy scooted off first, and we followed. A pitcher of lemonade, with glasses, sat on a tray on the counter. Amy poured, then offered me a glass.

“Thank you, sweetie.” I took a long draught. “Ahhh…” She stood there, looking at me. I reached out to touch her head. “I love your hair.”

She giggled. “Thank you. You are… you’re so pretty.” She took a deep breath, then blushed again.

“Why, thank you, Amy. That is so sweet.” I took a sip, and nibbled an ice cube. “So… why do you think I’m pretty?”

Her big blue eyes got even bigger behind those glasses. She opened her mouth, then closed it.

I smiled. “I mean, tell me… what parts of me, what… things about me make you think I’m pretty? Hmm?” I looked down at her as she thought, then glanced up at Marcia. She, poor fool, seemed just as perplexed.

“Amy. Do you like my hair?” I fluffed it backhanded.

She nodded. Small voice, light, high: “Yes, I do. I like your hair. It’s so… black, and fluffy…”

“Mmm…” I tilted my head. “What about my breasts?” I held a hand under my boob and arched forward. “Are my breasts pretty?”

I watched Amy draw a deep breath. Of course, blushing. She nodded.

I looked down at myself. “I’m not wearing a bra, so you can see right through.” I squeezed my breast through my T-shirt (oh yes, I’d thought of everything!). “See my nipple? Poking out here?” Amy was wide-eyed, staring. “Do you like that?” She nodded, hardly breathing. “Here.” I caught her hand in mine, then placed it on my breast. “Do you feel my nipple through there? Hmm?” She nodded again, transfixed. I felt her small hand, her fingers grazing my erect nipples. “Good…”

Now I turned around. “What about my bottom, Amy? Do you like my bottom?” I was wearing particularly close-fitting pants that day. I looked back at little Amy, who was gazing at my backside avidly. Hmmm…

“I do… I like your bottom, Aunt Sasha. I like it a lot.”

“Put your hands on my bottom, Amy.” She did, hesitantly. Behind her, Marcia was lurking — confused, unsure… horny.

“Do you like how that feels, Amy? My bottom in your hands?” I felt the girl gently squeeze. Ohh, lovely.

“I… I like that. It feels… nice.” My heart warmed to her. So concentrated, so focused on the task at hand. I wanted her to explore down there for a very, very long time… but I also wanted to take things even further.

I turned back. “Good!” Amy moved back, expectant. I put a hand to her soft cheek. “You are such a darling…” She blushed and smiled. Those dimples…

Marcia clapped her hands together. “Dinner?”

***

We moved to the living room after dinner. Marcia and I sat on the couch, while Amy laid on the floor and used the TV for a video game monitor. Apparently this was something mother and daughter did after dinner, affording Marcia an unimpeded view of her daughter’s butt as she manipulated the joystick. Amy had changed into night attire — T-shirt and panties — and as she had headphones on, our conversation remained private.

We watched Amy’s little bottom shift and wriggle with the ongoing game experience. I turned to Marcia. “Quite an amazingly sensual little thing you created here.”

She flipped her hair. “Thank you.”

“No, I mean…” I watched her daughter work the game, watched her lithe little body respond. “She is extraordinary.” I touched Marcia’s leg. “I definitely think that you need to be at her session.”

“Oh, I will, yes, abso–”

“No, I mean, you need to be there.” I looked into her eyes. “You need to be in the room. With us. While she masturbates.”

Marcia started. “Wait, what?” She shook her head. “That’s… while she masturbates?” I nodded. “But… she’s only eleven!”

I tilted my head.

Marcia glanced at me. “I know, I know, I’m sorry, yes… but…” She watched as her daughter scored a point and lifted her bottom up from the carpet, then sighed. “But how will that–”

“Marcia. This is something I have been doing for years. I know what I’m doing. Do you doubt that?”

Marcia shook her head. “No, no, of course not.” She leaned into me and lightly kissed my cheek, then quickly looked at me. “I’m sorry; is it okay for me to do that?” I smiled and nodded. She breathed a sigh.

I watched Amy. “And if you want to touch yourself during our session, you should.”

“While you’re in session?”

“Yes… believe me, she won’t even know you’re there. It might be very therapeutic for you to masturbate to the sight of your daughter masturbating. See how you feel.” I got up to go to the bathroom.

Later, we were putting Amy to bed. Before she got in, she hugged me. “I’m so glad you’re Mommy’s friend…”

I kissed the top of her head. “Me too, little love…”

***

Amy lay back in a very large and comfortable armchair, set at a restful 38˚ angle. She wore her school uniform, and had removed her saddle shoes. Her eyes were closed.

I sat behind her, my voice lightly amplified through the speakers in her chair. “Can you hear me, Amy?”

She smiled. “Yes, I can hear you.” She felt a bit dizzy, but nice dizzy. Kind of like how she felt once when she’d had the eggnog at Grandma’s Christmas dinner. Her eyes would be closed the whole time.

I could tell by her response that Amy was beginning to experience the effects of the herbal tea I’d brewed for her. This particular blend of chamomile, kava kava, passionflower, ashwagandha and valerian was most useful for producing a mellow, relaxed feeling in the drinker, even making some patients a bit giggly. So far, it appeared that the tea was affecting Amy in the precise way I wanted.

“Do you feel comfortable, Amy?”

“Mm-hmm..”

“Yes? Do you feel good?”

Amy writhed luxuriously in the chair. In a soft, high voice, she murmured, “Mm, I feel really good…”

“Good… I’m glad.” I pushed a button in the console on my desk. A door quietly opened behind me. Marcia entered and gave me an inquiring look. I motioned to the chair on the other side of the room, in the shadows, opposite Amy. She crept over to it.

I pushed another button. “Now, Amy?”

“Yes?”

“Do you know who I am?”

She giggled. “Are you…? You sound like that elf queen in Lord of the Rings. The… that lady…”

After a moment, I continued. “Do you want to talk with me?”

“Ohh, my gosh, yes, absolutely, I… you sound so nice, I just wanna… hmmm…” Her little voice cooed playfully.

“Good. Okay, Amy, I just want you to tell me… last night, when you were in your bed, just before you went to sleep… who were you thinking about? Do you remember?”

“Mmm-hmm…”

“You do? Who were you thinking about, Amy?”

“Umm… I was thinking about Aunt Sasha..”

I smiled. “You were?”

Amy grinned to herself. “Mmm-hmm…”

“What were you thinking about Aunt Sasha, Amy?”

“Mmm… I was thinking about how pretty she was… and how she said I was pretty… and, um, when she let me feel her boobies.”

“And what were you doing when you were thinking about her?”

“I was petting my kitty.”

“You were?”

“Mmm-hmm.”

“That’s so nice. She would like that you were petting your kitty.” I saw Marcia leaning forward on her chair in the dark corner. “You know, Amy, if you want, you can pet your kitty now. You can just lift up your skirt and pet your kitty.” I saw Amy smile. “You’re free, Amy. Pet your kitty. Feel good.”

And she did. Her eyes still closed, Amy idly tugged her school skirt up so it was draped across her tummy, and let a hand slide onto her panties. She lazily massaged herself, and sighed. “Oh… that’s nice,” she murmured.

“It is, Amy. That’s so nice…” I got up from my desk chair and stood behind her, looking down. My voice, on head-mic, still carried through the chair speakers. She lay back, eyes closed, skirt up, fingers idly massaging the crotch of her panties.

“You’re in the living room of your house, Amy. Thinking about Aunt Sasha. No one else is here…” The girl made a soft, satisfied mewing sound and continued to stroke herself. “Oh, now Aunt Sasha comes in. She’s smiling. Oh, Amy, she’s so happy to see you…”

Amy crooned, “Mm, I’m so happy to see her, too,” and her fingers began to move a bit faster.

“Aunt Sasha wants to ask you something.”

Amy’s eyebrows rise. “What? What, Aunt Sasha?”

I come around to stand by her side. Amy is firmly kneading the front of her panties. “Amy… my pretty love… may I take off my clothes? Is that okay?”

Amy swallows, nods. “Yes. Oh, yes, Aunt Sasha. I would love that.”

“Really? It’s okay?”

Amy rubbed herself even harder. “Mmm, yes, yes, Aunt Sasha, yes. Take off your clothes. Yes…”

I watch the girl’s face flush as she masturbated through her panties. She is panting softly. Standing in front of her. I say, “I love getting naked.”

“Oh, me too! At the beach… I love being naked, I love how it feels. Ooh…” Yes. She’s feeling the first little tendrils of orgasm.

“I’m taking off my shirt now… ohh, my breasts feel so free… do you like my breasts, Amy?”

“Mmmn… yes, oh, yes, Aunt Sasha… ohhh… I love your breasts, I love how your nipples, ohh, gosh… they’re so big…”

“Mmm… now I’m taking off my pants. And my panties.” I could see Marcia in the corner. She had a hand under her dress, her mouth hanging open. She saw me looking.

“Ohh, Aunt Sasha,” Amy’s voice was getting shaky now. “Are you… are you naked?”

“I am, Amy.” I gently put my hand on hers, the one resting on her pussy. She gasped. “Now I want to make you feel really, really good. Okay?”

Putting her hand over mine, she nodded. Her eyes were closed the whole time. I pulled her panties down, and she lifted her hips so I could slide them right… off.

“Open up to me, baby girl. Open…” And she spread her thin legs wide. I cupped her hairless, slick little pussy. In the shadowy corner, I could see Marcia’s pale thighs and the darkness between them. Her dress was now up around her middle, and she was working her pussy, rubbing away…

“Ohhh!” Amy bucked against my hand. I began frigging her with my fingers. “OhhHHH, Aunt Sasha… ohhh my gaaa!” I felt her orgasm into my hand, felt her little body churn into me. “Oh, oh, ohhhh gosh, eeuuuhhh…!” And with a high-pitched keening, Amy shuddered into orgasm just like her Mom had, those thin hips now perched on the edge of the chair. Marcia was digging into her own pussy, trying not to cry out, watching her daughter come into my hand.

***

At noon the next day, I was sitting in a booth at my corner cafe, Cafe Paris, waiting for Marcia. She’d called minutes earlier, asking that I meet her for an ‘emergency meeting’. I sipped my latte.

Marcia hustled in, seating herself across from me. She wore a blue boho high-waisted midi dress. Our waitress immediately brought her the affogato I’d ordered for her.

Marcia was in hyper-apologetic distracted mode — her usual demeanor, really — and started right in. “Oh, my God, thank you so much for seeing me, I just had to–”

“Are you wearing panties?”

It brought her up short. “What?”

I tilted my head. “You heard me.”

Marcia opened her mouth, then closed it. “Yes?”

“Take them off.”

She looked at me, wild-eyed. “I… but this is–”

“Take them off.”

She nodded, quickly glancing around her. Then she reached under the table, squirming, and peeled her panties out from underneath. I held out my hand, and she hurriedly gave them to me. I crushed them to my nose. “Ahh… Eau de Marcia.” Turning away from her, I raised my other hand.

Marcia cringed. “Sasha, no…”

I caught the waitress’s eye.

She approached. “Yes, Miss Laval?”

Holding the panties in my hand, I asked, “Could I have another latte, do you think?”

“Certainly.” She scurried off.

Marcia was blushing furiously. “Sasha, please..”

I smiled at her, and stuffed the panties in my purse. “Now what?”

Marcia took a deep breath, shaking her head. “You…” She took a sip of coffee, then put it down. “Okay… so Amy, this morning…” she tittered, “I mean, every morning, she is so impossible, like, I can’t get her started, you know? She’s always so sleepy, and grumpy, and… I don’t know… just blahh. But this morning, oh my God, she comes bouncing into the kitchen, and she’s just talking non-stop, and she tells me this dream she had…”

“Make sure your legs are open so you can feel the air.”

Marcia stops, and considers. “I can…” She shifts in her chair, then takes a breath. “So… Amy starts telling me this amazing dream she had, about you… and being with you, and… really, Sasha, she had no idea… I mean, she thought she’d just gone to see you at the office, and you’d talked, and then… well, then I guess Amy thought she’d come home, gone to bed, and had this amazing dream…”

“Which she did, yes…”

“Yes, but now she’s all upset that she was starting to feel all this ‘sex stuff’ — that’s what she said, ‘sex stuff’ — and she was just going on about how she needed someone to teach her, because she didn’t want to be doing that kind of thing with kids she knew… and she didn’t know any grown-ups. Anyway, the whole thing came down to…”

“She wants me.”

Marcia nodded. “Yes. That’s what she said. ‘I decided that I need Aunt Sasha to teach me.’ That’s what she said.”

I nodded. “Sooner than I thought. But good.” I took a sip from my latte, then leaned forward. “Okay, here’s what I need you to do.” Marcia squirmed in her chair. “When does Amy get home?”

“Umm… well, it’s Wednesday, so… she’s home by 3:30.”

“All right. So, tell her I will be at your house at 4:00. Tell her to wear whatever she thinks I might like. And I think we should be in your bedroom. Yes.”

Marcia was unobtrusively flapping her skirt below the table. “This is… so you’ll be teaching her…”

“Yes.”

Marcia nodded. “And… what can I–?”

“You will let me in, and bring me to your bedroom, and — is there a way to reach you from there? Should I phone you, or–”

“Oh, we have a wireless intercom by the bed, to the kitchen, the poolhouse, and Amy’s room –”

“Excellent. So you can say your hellos and then go do whatever you do, until I call you.”

“Yes.” Her face was flushed. She continued to stare at me.

I made a dismissive gesture. “So go!”

She hurriedly stood, pulling at her dress, almost stumbling over the chair. “Yes! All right, I’ll… I’ll see you soon, then!” And she hustled out.

I reached into my purse and felt the soft fabric of her panties.

***

The door was open as my town car pulled up. As the driver pulled away, Marcia waved from the entryway, dressed in the same blue floral midi she’d worn at the restaurant. As I neared the doorway, she looked both ways, then quickly flashed me to let me know she’d kept the commando faith. I smiled.

“Amy’s in the bedroom,” she told me, closing the door. “She wanted to be there, waiting for you.”

I handed her my overnight case, then slid a hand up Marcia’s thigh to cup her. She gasped. “Thank you,” I said. “You are my darling slave girl.” She laughed nervously. I kept my hand on her vulva. “You know that.” I brought my fingers to my nose and smelled them. “Mmm. Now bring me to her.”

Marcia gave a shaky nod, then led the way to her bedroom.

I stopped her at the door, opened it myself, slowly, then gave it a quiet tap. “Knock-knock?”

And little Amy, who’d been lying fully clothed on the bed in her soccer outfit, jumped up. “Aunt Sasha!” Racing over to where I stood, she hugged me, burying her face in my midsection. The top of her head came to just above my breastbone. I stroked her dark, silken hair. As usual, it was parted in the middle and pulled back in a ponytail, with a few stray strands hanging down.

Amy gazed up at me. “I’m so, so, so glad you came!” She kissed my belly, and looked up again, blushing.

I kissed the part in her hair. “I am, too, sweetheart.” I turned to her mother. “Thank you, Marcia.”

Amy immediately darted over to Marcia and hugged her, too. “Thank you, Mommy…”

Marcia looked at me, amazed, then patted her daughter’s head. “You’re welcome, honey. I’m glad…” She took a breath. “Yes.” She went to the door. “Just… let me know if you need anything. The, umm, the intercom is right there, so… so have fun!” She made an awkward smiley face and left, closing the door.

I turned to drink in the sight of this beautiful little girl. She had her shiny green soccer outfit on: an over-large jersey and long, loose shorts. And knee-high sport socks, or whatever they called them in soccerland. Her hair, as I said, was parted in the middle, and she wore glasses. And had freckles. And braces. And dimples for miles. She was absolutely adorable.

“I love your outfit,” I told her.

She grinned, and tumbled onto the bed, then bounced up onto her knees. “I put this on ‘specially for you, ‘cause you told me it was perfect!” She made the bed jiggle. “You said I was beautiful.” She blushed.

“And I was right!” I kicked off my heels and sat on the bed, putting my feet up, then laid back, resting my head on the pillow. “It is perfect. And you are beautiful.”

Amy looked at me shyly for a second, then threw herself at my side, and put her thin arm over my belly. She nuzzled her face into the side of my breast. “Ohh… you are so, so beautiful, too…”

I brushed a strand from her forehead, then kissed her there, idly trailing a hand up and down her back.

We lay like that for a few long moments, enjoying our own warmth. Then she looked up at me. “Mommy told you what I… umm, why I wanted you to come. Right?”

I nodded. “I think it’s best if you told me yourself, though.”

She lowered her head, took a long breath and released it into my side. So warm. Her head popped back up. Amy’s eyes were huge and blue behind the lenses of her glasses. “I just… I had the best, bestest dream, and you were in it, and you were making me feel so, so, so amazingly good, and I knew it was… I knew it was sex stuff, but I didn’t know… I mean, I don’t know anything about sex stuff, or anything…” Her little hand was tracing circles on my tummy. Melting, moi.

“And so, and so, I don’t know anybody who could teach me! Not other kids” – she made a face – “and definitely not any grownups.” Did she know what that little circling hand was doing to my belly? Amy’s big eyes turned up towards me again, then with a sigh, she flopped sideways, onto her back. “I know I’m just a kid…” She rubbed at her nose — very kid-like. “Just a stupid little kid.” She took a deep breath through her nose. “But–”

I put a finger to her pretty, slightly chapped lips. “Shh, shh, shhh…” Turning on my side to face Amy, I tapped her cute little nose. “First of all… you are anything but stupid.” Her mouth twisted to hide a smile. “But most of all… you are not ‘just a kid’.” I gently rubbed my thumb along her cheek. “You are so special, Amy. Do you know how special you are to me?” She shook her head.

“Well…” I sat up to survey her. Amy raised herself on an elbow, curious. “You know how much I love seeing you in your soccer shorts and shirt, right?” She nodded. “But what I’d love even more is seeing you out of your soccer shorts and shirt.”

Amy’s grin grew as she understood what I meant. She could hardly contain her glee. “Like… naked?” I nodded. She dove at me and hugged me hard. “Yaay!”

I hugged her back. “And of course, I would be naked too.” She abruptly pulled away from the hug and stared at me, open-mouthed. She actually started to tear up. “Ohh, baby, baby, it’s good, we’ll be naked together.”

The dear girl spoke through her incipient tears. “No, I know, it’s… amazing, it’s… I’m j-just so happy, I just didn’t know what to do…”

I had to kiss Amy all over her teary face. And her glasses, which got smudged. So we took them off and set them by the intercom. Her face without glasses, those large blue eyes teary and blinking, were even more vulnerable, more doe-like.

I put both hands on her flushed cheeks. “Okay. How about we make getting naked a fun, sexy game?” She nodded vigorously. We were both now kneeling on the bed, facing each other. I thought. “How about we take off each other’s clothes… and every time one of us takes something off, they get a very special kiss?”

Amy clapped. “Yeah!” Then she tilted her head. “What’s a special kiss?”

“Ahh… fortunately, you’ll start our little game by taking off my shirt. And then I can show you what a special kiss is.” Amy nodded sagely, still a bit unsure. I smiled at her. “And then you can give me a special kiss, ‘cause you’ll know how it’s done.” I kissed the tip of her nose. “Got it?”

“I guess.”

“Good. So…” I opened my arms to her. “Unbutton my shirt!”

Amy grinned a horror movie grin, then took a deep breath. “Alll-riiight…”

“Oh, stop… you can do buttons.”

“Shh! I’m concentrating…” She was, too, her little tongue sticking out as she worked. There were only four buttons on my work blouse, so presently — done! Amy actually said, “Ta-daa!”

I shuffled out of the garment, then sat back against the pillows at the head of the bed. Amy was staring at my boobs, nestled in their white lace bra.

I held out my arms. “Get up on my lap, baby girl. Time for your special kiss.”

“Yesss!” She grinned, and scrambled up to straddle me, half-kneeling, her legs splayed outward in that hyper flexible way young girls have. We were almost even in height — her eyes came up to my chin. Resting her small hands on my shoulders, she bit her lip.

I gave her a warm, reassuring smile. “Ready?”

She nodded slowly, then took a deep breath. “What do I do?”

“It’s just a kiss, sweetie.” I touched a finger to her soft lips. “And if you happen to feel my tongue slipping in, into your mouth… just let it. And then maybe your tongue can play with mine.” I eased my fingertip between her lips. She gave it a light suck, her big eyes on mine. “And we just have fun. All right?” A tiny wet sound as I withdrew my finger.

She nodded. “All right.”

I turned my head slightly and leaned in to kiss her. Amy’s lips met mine, puckered tightly at first, then loosening as she felt my own larger mouth cover hers, wet and warm. Sensing my tongue as it slipped inside, she parted her lips, welcoming me in. I felt her smaller tongue quiver slightly as it met mine. I felt Amy’s entire body relax; she breathed deeply, then began to let the pleasure happen, inside and out.

I don’t know how long we kissed… but suddenly, as one, we broke away from one another. Wet-lipped. Wet-chinned. Just… gazing at one another, taking deep breaths. Amy’s freckled face was a glowing pink, her eyes still half-closed. She gave a weak giggle. “Yep, that’s… that’s special, all right.” Another giggle. I giggled in response. We had a small laughing fit together, then she put her fingers through my thick, dark hair. “Your hair is so pretty…”

I reached up to take her hand, then turned her wrist and kissed the soft, pale skin of Amy’s palm, whispering. “Sweet girl…” Then I lightly slapped her bottom. “Good grief, we will never get naked at this rate!” Amy immediately hopped off me and knelt at my side. “I mean, we do want to get naked — right?”

She bounced up and down on her knees. “Yes! Yes, we wanna get naked, we wanna get naked!”

I grinned. “Okay then, your turn! I get to take off your shirt now. Right?”

She grinned back and held her arms straight up. “Yes! Take off my shirt!”

I kneel-walked over to Amy, took hold of the hem with both hands and tugged it upwards. “Watch your ponytail, sweetie…”

“It’s okay…” she said, her voice muffled by the upturned soccer shirt. We carefully maneuvered her top up and off, and I tossed it aside. Her skin was so pale, alabaster. Freckled alabaster. And… breasts!

“Ohh, honey, look what’s growing here!”

Amy blushed and tried to cross her arms. “They’re tiny, they’re not even boobies, they’re like, just bumps…”

“Oh, stop. Come on now, let me see…” And she reluctantly let her arms fall, looking away, then up at me with hopeful eyes. I leaned down to see them up close. “Ohh, baby… they are beautiful.” I touched her right breast bloom gently, tenderly. “Very soon, you’re going to have just as beautiful big-girl breasts.” I gave each one a little kiss.

She breathed, and swallowed. “Really?”

I nodded. “Absolutely.” She gave me a shy smile.

I leaned back on the pillows. “Now. Do I get a special kiss?”

Her shy smile grew slowly into a somewhat wild one, as she climbed onto me, bare-chested, with just her shorts and socks on. “Yes! You do! I get to give you a special kiss!” I was now flat on my back, and Amy lay on my chest, looking down at me. Gorgeous.

Then, somehow, Amy suddenly became shy, unsure how to begin. “Um…”

“You only have to kiss me, honey. The rest just happens.”

She came closer, pressing her lips to mine… and time went away all over again.

When our mouths finally drifted apart, I noticed that I’d been kneading Amy’s firm little bottom through her shorts, and she was grinding that cute butt against my busy hands.

She came out of our mutual trance first, then lightly clapped her hands to my cheeks. “Special. Kiss!”

I gave her bottom a playful squeeze. “Special. Kiss!”

Amy grinned fiercely, then with a little moan and a sigh, quickly kissed me on my lips, hard. Her eyes shone. “Okay…” she said, “okay, now you have to, I mean, I have to…” She took a confused breath, then let it all at once. “We have to take off your bra!”

I sat up, turning sideways. “You know how to undo the fastener back here?”

Amy nodded. “I help Mommy all the time, Aunt Sasha.” And she started undoing.

“Wait.” I felt her hands pause. “Come here.” I brought her around. “Now. First things first: I am not your aunt. I’m just your mom’s oldest, best friend. And she thought ‘Aunt Sasha’ is right for who I am to you. Which is fine, I guess.” I stroked her arm. “But now, I want you to know that I’m just… Sasha. Okay?”

The girl nodded. “Sasha.” I nodded back.

She pointed at her bare, beautiful chest, and smiled. “Amy.”

I grinned, responded. “Amy.”

She pointed at me. “Sasha.”

I nodded. “Right. Now get crackin’ on this bra.”

She expertly undid the fastener, and I turned back towards her. “Here you go, baby.” I gave Amy both ends of my bra, for her to let fall away. She knelt with it in her outstretched hands, staring at my breasts. They were a bit smaller than her mom’s, and firmer… but my nipples, especially now, were… extravagant. Dark, engorged, standing amid plump, textured aureoles. They were like two miniature versions of that mountain everyone is looking for in Close Encounters… like nipples on an actual baby’s bottle.

Amy dropped the bra. Her hands opened, frozen in the act of wanting. “They’re amazing…” she whispered.

I smiled. “Go ahead and touch them, honey. Squeeze them. They like that.”

She stared at me, her mouth slack, then brought both hands to my chest. Her fingers seemed to avoid my adult-sized nipples, but she carefully cupped her small hands around them. Amy looked up at me, eyes wide with wonder. “They’re so warm.” She gave each one a very gentle squeeze.

I stroked her cheek with the back of my hand. “You know what they’d really like?”

“What?”

“For you to suck them. Would you do that for me?”

She nodded at me, then looked back down at my mounds of awe. Her head leaned in; then she stopped,. swallowed, then came closer. I watched her lips part and take a nipple in. Just the tip against her tongue. Her eyes went up to mine, and I nodded. “Mmm… nice.” At that, she sucked more of the breast in, and oh, it felt wonderful.

She started to nurse from me like an infant, drawing in even more of my hungry nipple. “Ohh, Amy… ohh, baby girl, that feels so good…” And yes, I was starting to feel it down below, that glorious thickening…

Not yet, though. I gently pulled away, my nipple going *plop!* as it left Amy’s mouth, then fed her the other one. “Let’s even things out here, sweetie.” She dutifully obeyed, and sucked…

That sensation nearly overwhelmed me all over again… so once more, I broke that blissful contact.

*plop!*

She knelt back. I looked down at her, breathing rather heavily, and shook my head in disbelief. “Girl… what are you doing to me?” I sat back on the pillows, and Amy joined me, stretching out by my side. Her finger traced a circle on my bare belly. “I just think you’re so, so… so cool…” She looked up at me.

I touched her nose. “I love you too, Amy.”

She blushed, and her chin quivered. “That’s… that’s what I meant.”

I smiled. “I know, honey.”

Her eyes were wide. “I do, Aun – Sasha. I do. I love you.”

I leaned down to plant a kiss on her forehead. “Now, come on, we’re just dilly-dallying here. We’ve got more clothes to take off! Right?”

Amy was up on her knees again in a flash. “Right!”

“You know what? Let’s just do it,” I said, getting to my feet. “You just stand there on the bed and take off your shorts. And I’ll take mine off.” I began to peel my black suit pants down.

“Okay.” Amy pulled her shorts down, stepped out, then threw them across the room. “Ta-daa!” She was standing on the bed in just white panties and knee socks.

I quickly hung my pants over a chair, then turned back to her, going, “Ta-daa!” in my black hipster briefs. We both raised our hands in triumph. Then I lowered my eyes to give Amy an evil look, jumped onto the bed, and tackled her! She squealed with delight, her laugh one of full-on abandon. Lovely.

I wrapped my arms around Amy’s bare midriff and blew a raspberry into her belly button. She shrieked, then I let her go. She lay in the middle of the bed, knees up and swaying in and out. I sat on the side of the bed, looking down at her. A strand of her soft hair stuck to her sweat-dewy temple.

“Do you know how sexy you are in those?” I touched a finger to her pantied hip.

She blew her cheeks out, then dug a thumb under the waistband and snapped it. “They’re just my silly old white underpants…”

I leaned down to lie by her, my mouth close to her ear. “But you know what?”

She whispered back, eyes towards me. “What?”

I whispered, directly into her ear, “I get to see what’s inside those silly old white underpants…”

Amy gave a soft gasp. I raised myself and gazed down at her. She swallowed, her knees continued to sway, and in a small voice, she said, “That made me feel all… squishy when you said that…”

“Good.” And I leaned down to kiss her. Amy’s lips parted, and we began to share deep, sexy kisses again. Her little hands cradled my face, while I sent my hand traveling down her soft tummy until it rested just on the edge of her S.O.W.U. (sillyoldwhiteunderpants). Before I went further, though — I stopped, and raised my head.

She looked up at me, dazed. “What?”

“Turn over. Lie on your tummy.” Without a ‘why’, or another word, she rolled right over. Her ponytail reached the middle of her delicately-boned back. I straddled her lower thighs. “Mmm… I just wanted a good look at this pretty little bottom of yours.”

She turned her head, her ponytail swishing to the side. “Here it is!” And she wiggled her butt.

“I want to kiss it. Can I kiss it?”

She gave me a pitying look. “Aunt… um, Sasha. Sasha, you can do anything. Really. I want you to.” And she laid her head back down.

I looked down at that petite, white-panty-clad bottom, then leaned down and laid a kiss in the middle of a cheek. Then the other one. Then in between them, and this time my mouth stayed there. I breathed her in, breathed out…

“Wow… I can feel you breathing in my bottom. Right in my, my poopy hole.” Her bottom tightened, then relaxed. I felt her legs beneath me part slightly.

I kissed the backs of both smooth, white thighs. “Time for these to come off, I think.” I grasped her panties at the waistband and pulled down, revealing her perfect little bubble butt. “And then you get an extra-special kiss.”

I kept tugging downwards until those panties came to her thighs, bunched at her knees, then off. Now naked but for her white knee-high stockings, she clenched the newly bared bottom, then wiggled it again. She sang a little song into the bedcovers. “My bahh-tom, my naked bahh-tom. Bahh-tom, my naked bahh-tom…”

“Oh, just what I wanted!” I exclaimed. “A singing bottom!” Amy giggled.

I planted a kiss on each bare cheek. Lovely soft, tender skin to my lips. Then, as she hummed into the covers, I put my hands on her bum cheeks and spread them apart. Pink little halo, around a tiny, crinkly, dark dimple of an aperture. Amy had stopped humming. I leaned in and kissed her anus. I felt it contract on my lips. I licked, running my tongue slowly along her tiny hole.

“Ooh, that feels so weird…” Amy murmured. She shifted herself to push her bottom upwards, toward my mouth. “Do it again.” And this time, I stuck my rather long tongue out, swirling the tip against her little asshole, slowly spiraling inwards.

Amy lifted her head and turned towards me. “Oh my gosh, that’s…” she took a shaky breath, “you’re… oh gosh, that feels… ohh…” I pushed my slick tongue further into her. “Ohhh..” I could taste her insides, her little-girl insides. Deeper now. “Mmnn…”

When I let my tongue slide back out of her, I loved watching her wet, open butthole contract again to its former, guarded contour. She looked back at me. “Do that some more!”

I kissed a cheek. “Turn over first.”

With a deep breath, she did. I knelt between her legs. Amy’s bare, hairless little puss was open to me. It was pink and shining. Amy gazed up at me. Absolute trust. “This feels like my dream…” she whispered.

“Does it?”

Amy nodded. “You were naked, and then,” she searched her memory, “then, I think you took my underpants off, and you were petting my kitty–”

I smiled. “Amy. My darling.” I sat up, looking down at her.

Her brows rose. “What?”

“Well…” I stroked her open thighs. “I think… you know how we use baby names for our private parts, like… pee-pee, and, well, I used to say ‘my nonny’… and I think ‘kitty’ is a baby name, too. Right?”

Amy looked up at me, solemn. “But… that’s what I always called it – my kitty.”

“I know, baby. But you’re a big girl now, and I think you’re old enough now that you should be able to name your beautiful, precious place between your legs — whatever you want to.”

“Like… my pussy?” She blushed.

“Yes. Or, whatever you want to call it.” I gently rubbed her inner thigh. “It’s yours, pretty girl. It’s yours to name.”

“My…” All of a sudden, her face lit up. Her eyes widened. “I know!”

“What, honey?”

“I know what I’m going to call it!”

“Her.” I said.

“What?”

“Call her. It’s a her.”

“Yeah.” Amy grinned. Her legs came up as she giggled.

I smiled. “What, cutie? What’s the secret?”

Amy let her feet come down. She looked at me, biting her lip. “I’m going to name her — Sasha!”

It threw me. I laughed. “Sasha?”

She giggled. “My Sasha!” Her feet thumped on the bed. “’Cause then, even if you’re not with me, I always have my Sasha, right here!” She put both hands over her pink vulva. “And I can make my Sasha feel good. And my Sasha will make me feel good…” She gazed at me, blushing but happy.

I have to say, I was moved beyond what I’ve ever been used to. I fell back on the bed. Golly gosh — I was actually crying!

Amy was immediately up and scrambling over me. She saw my tears, and started kissing my face, all over. “Ohh, Sasha, I didn’t–”

“No, Amy, honey baby…” I could only hug her, and feel her kisses on my face, and neck, and chest. Putting my hands on her arms, I lifted her up. “Amy.” I kissed her forehead. “I… I don’t know how to…” I took a deep breath. She let me speak, looking deep into my eyes. “Baby… that is the nicest, most beautiful thing I have ever known…” She smiled shyly. “You are the nicest, most beautiful thing I’ve ever known…” I kissed her lips, tenderly. “Thank you, sweetie.”

She smiled, those dimples working miracles. “You’re welcome.” She sighed, and stretched out on top of me. After a while, she murmured, “Sasha?’

“Hmm?”

Her head came up to look at me. “I want to marry you. Can I marry you? We can, can’t we?” She laid back down on my chest. “I want to marry you…”

I stroked her back. “Let’s take it one step at a time, pretty girl.”

Amy’s response was to get to her knees, turn around and lie down in front of me. Opening her legs wide, she presented herself. She bit her lip, then said, shyly, “Sasha loves you.”

I took a huge breath, and moved to kneel before Amy, looking down at her open, bare, wet little pussy, then back up at her. She was giving me a look of unconditional love.

I melted. Returning my attention to her Sasha, I said, “Hello, Sasha. It’s so nice to meet you at last.” I kissed the labial folds. “I’ve wanted to for so long.” Opening my mouth, I took in her whole smooth vulva. Amy moaned, arching her back. My tongue slid down her velvet slit, tasting the Amy oils, her spices. She moaned again. And I started to suck her, driving my tongue into her small entrance, rubbing against her developing clit. Her moans became high-pitched squeals, loving, loving…

***

We lay together, entwined, on the bed. I’d pushed various buttons on Marcia’s wireless intercom — kitchen, pool house… and soon, there was a soft knock on the door. It opened.

Marcia looked in, wearing a terry cloth robe and bearing a drinks tray. “Hello? Ready for refreshments?” And she tottered in, setting the tray down on her vanity. She served us our drinks the way a stewardess might. “Ice water,” she said, handing a glass to me. Garnished, of course, with a slice of lemon.

Amy jumped up, still naked, and hugged her mother around Marcia’s robed waist. “Mommy, Mommy…”

“Well…” Marcia held her daughter’s Capri Sun Fruit Punch as Amy embraced her. “Here you go, love.” She gave the girl her juice box. Amy sucked greedily at the straw, then, still drinking, slid back onto the bed.

“So…” Marcia began, “I was taking a swim when I heard you on the intercom.” She rubbed her still-damp tresses, then noted her daughter’s flushed body, her mussed hair. “Have you… I mean, did you find out what you wanted to know, honey?”

Amy took a last, hard pull of her juice, then held the empty box out for her mother to take. “Ohh, Mommy,” she sighed, falling back on the bed. “It’s so amazing!” She crawled back to lie beside me. A proprietary hand on my belly. “We did so much sex!”

I watched Marcia. Her face betrayed a wide spectrum of emotions: envy, maternal pride, happiness… lust. “That’s… that’s wonderful, honey.”

Amy looked up at me, then back at her mom. “And you know what else?”

Marcia slowly shook her head. “What, honey?”

Amy flipped herself around, opened her legs, and pointed to her pink, open lady parts. “You know what I call this?”

Marcia was confused. “Umm.. you mean, your kitty?”

Amy grinned, waving her legs. “Nope! Because, I’m, you know, I’m more grown up now, so… what do you think?”

Marcia shook her head. Amy persisted. “Mom! What do I call her? You have to guess!”

“Your… pussy?”

Amy grinned again. “Nope!” Glancing down at her little vulva, she petted it fondly, then looked up again at her mom. “Give up?”

Marcia was hopeless. “Yes?”

Amy was triumphant. “This… is my Sasha!!” She patted herself. “’Cause, then, I can have Sasha be here with me, all the time…” She bit her lip. “And, I can always make Sasha feel good… and Sasha can always make me feel good.” She flopped back up to snuggle against me.

Gazing back up at Marcia, I raised an eyebrow. To be honest, I was probably as conflicted as she was by then.

Amy was tracing circles around my navel, then suddenly raised her head. “Oh, and Mommy? Sasha kissed my bottom, too! It was great!”

I kissed the top of Amy’s head, still holding Marcia’s gaze. “You know, baby girl… your mommy has wanted to kiss your bottom for a long time.”

Amy stared at her mother. Marcia said, “Ohh, well, it’s not exactly–”

“Really, Mommy? You do?”

Marcia stood, speechless, her mouth open. I said, “Come on, Mommy… tell her.”

She looked at me fearfully, then at her daughter. “Well, yes, I… I suppose I… yes, I did want to…”

Amy rolled over onto me, presenting her bare bum to Marcia. She looked up at her mother. “You can kiss my bottom if you want, Mommy.”

Marcia was paralyzed, caught up between her morals and her lust. There was Amy’s little bottom, bare and open to her. Years of dreaming…

Amy spoke again. “Kiss my bottom, Mommy…”

Marcia looked my way. I nodded. She lowered herself slowly onto the bed, gazing at her daughter’s smooth, perfect skin, the two divine little butt cheeks waiting for her. Was this, too, a dream? She saw me watching her, and again, I nodded.

Taking a deep breath, Marcia brought her lips to Amy’s bottom. She placed a gentle kiss on one cheek, then shivered, as if she’d had a glimpse of heaven. A kiss on the other cheek. Ohhh my God… 

Amy looked over her shoulder. “Sasha put her tongue in my butthole, too, Mommy.” She shifted against me, opening herself further. “Do you want to do that?”

Such a remarkable viewpoint I had — watching my young lover’s mother, wide-eyed, gazing hungrily at her daughter’s anus. “Go ahead… Mommy,” I murmured, smiling.

Marcia put both hands on her daughter’s cheeks. “Oh, my…” She spread them apart. “Ohh…” Then she pressed her face into Amy’s crack.

“Ooh… that’s so nice,” Amy sighed as she felt her mother’s tongue. “Ohh, Mommy… I feel you inside me…”

I cupped my hands around Amy’s dimpled cheeks. She looked down at me, her eyes half-closed. “Kiss me, baby girl.” And she swooped down, her little mouth open, and we started kissing, deeply, deeply, kissing and sucking. As Mommy drove her tongue deep into her daughter’s asshole, Amy kissed me and kissed me, sighing, whimpering and moaning. I felt and tasted her inner self, her excitement, her love.

***

Well. Amy got her wish. Believe it or not — we did marry! She was nineteen, I… well, okay, I was thirty-nine. Yes, all right, just short of forty, but who cared? I certainly didn’t, and Amy… oh, lord, Amy couldn’t have cared if I was eighty — she said. I kind of doubt that, seeing how she was such a sexual little bitch! Anyway, me being forty still worked very, very well.

And her mother visited us frequently. Marcia, God love her, had completely submerged herself into her role as sexual ‘NPC’ — she was our go-to fantasy player. And she absolutely thrived on it! I’d email her character breakdowns, and she’d arrive all set to assume whatever role we’d chosen for her.

Whether it was: ‘Mother of Ivy-league candidate, willing to do anything to get in’… or, ‘Mother of hapless teen caught at customs with contraband, ready to do anything to set things straight’… or…

You name it, Marcia is very, very willing to play. And we all have delicious fun.

And, my God, that is one of the uncountable things I love about my Amy. She knew me. I myself considered myself to be unknowable — but Amy knew me. From the start. At age eleven. She got me. And, heck, we knew we had to wait and wait until we could live openly as lovers. In this particular day and age, we must do as things are done. But when she, at that wonderful moment, told me that she wanted us to marry… I knew, too. It simultaneously broke and healed my heart.

We will ‘do sex’ until we can’t do sex. But I will be with Amy until the end. And I will always, always, know… that her Sasha will be there with her.

The End

 

Note from JetBoy: Here’s something special indeed… the long-awaited second chapter of this excellent mother-daughter story, submitted by the author about two years after the appearance of Part One. Sadly, this took much too long to post, and that’s the fault of yours truly. In my wretched defense, I was far more backed up with new and continuing stories than I am now. Still, it’s a Very Bad Thing to make an author wait this long to see their work in print. Humblest apologies to Pretty Pink Taco.

Now. Seeing as it’s been many moons since the first part appeared here, I’m going to demand that you read Part One before tackling this new installment. Your enjoyment will be greatly enhanced. You can find that chapter here.

***

By Pretty Pink Taco

“Hey hon,” my husband said when he woke me the next morning, sometime around 5 AM. “You fell asleep on the couch.”

“Oh, wow, I didn’t realize,” I yawned, slowly pushing myself upright.

“I’m heading off. I’ll be back around lunch,” he said on his way out. “Don’t have too much fun without me.” We always joked that my husband was the boring and serious one, though more extroverted than I was. He was the Chief of Physicians at the local hospital, and over the years we’d attend all sorts of banquets and galas in town. Everyone knew our family, we had strong ties to the community.

My oldest son Trevor was a lot like him. Brandon, my youngest, was sweet and sensitive. Claire was my wild child — strong, assertive, passionate. She’d taught me a few things over the years.

I looked at the portrait of us next to the Christmas tree from a couple of years ago and smiled to myself. My husband and I sat front and center, while my children stood behind us; all dressed in black. I felt grateful that we were actually as happy as we looked. We had no real scandals or secrets, no affairs or heavy substance abuse.

Well, except for the fact that I had secretly been having sex with my daughter for the last few years. Also with many of the wives and women in town; sometimes with my husband, sometimes without. Everyone was happy, but no one was happier than me.

Heading upstairs to bed, I remembered the day that I found Claire in bed with me, sucking on my breasts.

***

10 years prior

“Get off of me!… Ow!… Stop it!” was all I could hear in the kitchen as I cleaned up the lunch dishes and my kids attempted to murder each other in the living room. Eight, eleven and fifteen, God help me.

“Mom!… Shut up!… No, I didn’t!” I couldn’t tell who was yelling what.

“Trevor!” I screamed without even looking behind me. That was my oldest son’s cue to separate his younger siblings and keep the peace.

I hadn’t said a word to Claire all morning and all throughout lunch, and she didn’t say anything to me. We could barely look at each other.

“It’s Mommy Hour,” I said as I loaded the dishwasher, then headed upstairs for a nice long bath. No one could come looking for or bother me during that time. “If one of you dies during Mommy Hour, I won’t know until the end of Mommy Hour, understand?” I’d told them that a few years back, so they knew the drill.

I ran the water for my bath and undressed in front of the mirror. I touched my nipples, where Claire’s tongue had been. I couldn’t get it out of my head, what she’d done. Cupping one breast with both hands, I sucked at one nipple, then the other. I swore I could still smell her on me.

As soon as I got in the bath, I began to rub my clit roughly. I wasn’t in control of my thoughts anymore, I was obsessed with Claire, thinking about her in her bikini, about her long slender legs, so perfectly smooth. I needed her, I needed to touch her. I thought about her nipples and budding breasts, and how they made my mouth water. I thought about all of the opportunities I’d had to make her mine, and how reluctant I’d been to move forward.

Claire wanted me, I knew that for certain. But she was my little girl, and it was my job to protect her, not take her as a lover. But I couldn’t fight these feelings, not any more. I didn’t want to wait until the next time… maybe there wouldn’t even be a next time, not after the way I reacted to her earlier that morning.

“Hon?” my husband knocked at the master bathroom door.

“Come in,” I told him.

“Mommy Hour?” he smiled.

“Yes, they were driving me crazy.”

“I’ll get them off your hands here soon. You can have the house to yourself, we’re going to the mall and then the movies,” he said kindly, “Maybe you can call a friend and go out.”

“I’ll see. Claire’s not going. She and I need to have a talk about her behavior this morning.”

“Understood,” he nodded, never questioning my parenting. He was more of a disciplinarian than me, so he knew that when I was upset, it meant something.

Ten minutes later, I heard Claire’s bedroom door slam. Shortly after that, I heard the garage door open and close again. It was so loud that we joked about there being an earthquake each time it got used. But it gave us a good notification that someone was either coming or going.

I got out of the tub, drained it, then headed downstairs in my robe to make sure no one was home but Claire and me.

No one was. I went back upstairs to Claire’s room and opened the door.

“Claire?” She was lying on her back, then turned away from me when I came in. “We need to talk.”

“I’m already being punished,” she cried angrily, “What else do you want from me?”

I closed the door behind me and walked over to the other side of her bed, then knelt on the floor next to where she lay. Claire’s eyes were red and wet from crying.

Gently stroking her hair, I leaned in close. “Mommy wants a kiss,” I whispered, and pressed my lips to her pouty wet ones. She stared up at me in utter shock as I leaned in for another kiss, then another. After the third one, she began to kiss me back. Our lips met over and over again.

“Open your mouth,” I murmured.

Claire parted her lips, allowing my tongue to slip between them. She opened her mouth a little further, then met my tongue with hers. I was so nervous, my heart racing like it could give out at any second.

My daughter’s arms slid around my back as she thrust her tongue into my mouth. I was shocked by her boldness, but more turned on than ever.

“Mmmm,” I crooned into our kiss, pushing Claire back towards the pillow as I climbed onto the bed, hovering over my child’s body.

I explored her mouth with my tongue, and she explored mine. My daughter kissed me like a grown woman, and I wondered how she’d learned to do that.

I laid down on top of Claire, then shifted to one side, allowing my left hand to caress her face and shoulders. We continued to kiss hungrily, feasting on each other.

Finally, I broke away. “Did you like sucking on Mommy’s titties this morning, baby?” I asked her, then our mouths met again.

“Uh-huh,” she nodded between kisses.

Placing my hand on Claire’s chest, I cupped her little breasts through the thin t-shirt she wore. She was so beautiful. I felt so lucky. How many mothers got to love their little girls like this?

I rested a hand on her hip, then slipped it beneath my daughter’s shirt, caressing her soft tummy as we continued to kiss.

Suddenly breaking away, Claire exclaimed, “Wait!” and began to sit up.

I immediately withdrew, nervous that she might be frightened — perhaps enough to tell my husband what I’d just done. How on earth would I explain something like this to him?

“We — we can stop if you want to…” I stammered, now on my knees next to her.

Claire said nothing, just reached for the tie of my robe and gave it a sharp tug, causing it to part down the middle. As I gaped at my daughter, she pushed the robe off my shoulders, leaving me naked before her. I was frozen to the spot as Claire paused to admire me for a moment, her gaze lingering on my bare pussy. Could she see the wetness oozing down my inner thighs?

Working her t-shirt up over her head, Claire tossed it to the floor, baring her own chest. I licked my lips at the sight of my daughter’s budding breasts, capped by visibly erect nipples. I wondered if she’d take off her shorts too, but she didn’t. Perhaps she was waiting for me to do that.

We looked at each other for a long time. My child and I both realized how far gone we were, knowing there would be no turning back — not after this.

I made the first move, leaning forward to lick her left bud, flicking and teasing the nipple with my tongue before moving to the right one. This time I took the entire breast in my mouth and sucked. Claire reached out to place a quivering hand on my breast. She fondled it, then began to play with my nipple. Her fingers were clumsy, but my little girl’s touch turned me on more than anything ever had.

“Kiss me, Claire,” I told her.

She wrapped both arms around my neck and pressed her body against mine as our mouths met once more, tongues engaging in a heated dance.

Taking my daughter by the waist, I drew her slender frame closer to me and laid her down on the bed. We kissed again, more tenderly this time. My breasts were pressing against hers. As our kisses gradually ceased, I gazed into those enchanting brown eyes.

“I like this,” Claire announced — then giggled, her cheeks flushing slightly.

“You do? Have you thought about kissing me?” I asked. She nodded. “What else have you thought about?”

“I dunno,” she shrugged, then smiled.

“Licking my nipples?” I whispered, teasing her.

“Mom, have you ever kissed a girl before?” she asked me. I snuggled her closer to me and rested my head next to hers. I wasn’t sure if I should lie or tell the truth.

Finally, I said, “A few… have you?”

“Only Kayla,” she replied with a little shrug. “We kiss sometimes. She showed me her boobs, they’re big. She wears a bra.”

Kayla was her best friend, the daughter of my husband’s closest surgeon colleague, Russell Morgan, at the hospital. They were one of the few black families in the area and very well respected within the community. His wife, Laurel, owned a high-end spa in town.

“Did you kiss her nipples?”

“No, but I wanted to,” she admitted. Bending down, Claire found my breast with her mouth. As her tongue circled the tip, I stroked her hair and ran my fingers up and down her bare chest.

“Nobody can know about this, Claire,” I told her sternly. “We shouldn’t even be doing it — but since we are, it’s got to be kept secret. It would be bad for us both if–”

“I know,” she said, latching off for a second, “I wouldn’t want anyone to find out that I like being naked with my mom, kissing her, and sucking on her boobies.” She smiled. “I do like it, though. A lot!”

“I love it,” I said and kissed her forehead as her lips found my other breast.

***

About a week later, Claire had Kayla over. Kayla practically lived at our house and she was so well behaved, we were more than happy to have her.

“Hi, Kayla. How was your vacation?” I asked the chocolate-skinned beauty, who was seated next to my daughter on the couch of the family room.

“Good, Mrs. Schaffer,” she replied politely.

“Did you visit your grandma?” I asked, although I already knew the answer.

“Yes,” she responded. My daughter started nudging Kayla’s legs, trying to get her attention. I walked by them and into the kitchen. I didn’t really need anything. In fact, my objective was to eavesdrop.

“Stop it, your mother is right there!” I heard Kayla whisper. She was a good girl, especially in comparison to my naughty one.

“Mom! Can Kayla spend the night?” Claire called out.

My heart raced. I pictured Kayla and my daughter running around the house in their bikinis, like they normally did, then imagined them undressing, sharing kisses and fondling each other while I listened through the wall, rubbing my pussy until I passed out. “Mom?!”

“No, it’s too short notice,” I told her, almost on autopilot.

“Please, Mommy?” she begged, her voice gone quiet.

I walked back into the family room and found both girls sitting farther apart from where they’d been just a moment ago.

“Oh, I suppose. But only if your mom says it’s okay,” I told Kayla.

“Yes!” Leaping to her feet, Claire jumped up and down on the couch.

“Claire! No feet on the couch!” I scolded. She just continued to bounce. I walked over and stood directly in front of her, arms folded. “Claire…”

“Thank you, Mom!” she cried, wrapping both arms around my neck. Almost losing my balance, I grabbed at Claire, and our bodies suddenly came together. I was almost embracing her. She didn’t speak, just rested her forehead against mine, and I suddenly wondered if she intended to kiss me,

A surge of helpless arousal went through me, and I realized that I wanted to kiss my daughter — even with Kayla watching. Maybe because she was watching.

“I — I’m going to go finish up the dishes,” I murmured, our noses still touching.

“No,” Claire pouted before kissing me, lip to lip. She stared into my eyes, letting me know it was okay. She kissed me again, and this time I kissed her back, letting my hands slide down to cup her ass.

Throwing caution to the winds, I opened my mouth first and let my tongue dart between Claire’s lips. She eagerly returned my kiss, her own tongue engaging mine. I stole a quick peek at Kayla, who stared at us, wide-eyed and curious. We locked eyes and as we did, I lovingly fondled Claire’s ass, making sure that she saw me.

Finally breaking away, Claire began to jump on the couch again, gleefully chanting, “Oh, boy, Kayla’s gon-na spend the night, we’re gon-na have a su-per fun time…”

I smiled at my daughter’s friend. “Do you want a kiss, too, Kayla?” She glanced at Claire, then at me. After a moment, she gave a hesitant nod.

“No, she’s okay,” Claire told me, looking as if she was feeling a little jealous.

“Claire! Let your friend speak for herself. She already said that she does,” I told her.

Suddenly my husband’s voice was heard from the top of the stairs. “Claire, come let the dog out!”

“Later!” Claire called out impatiently.

“Now! Or else you’ll be going to bed early tonight, and I’ll drive Kayla home,” he sternly replied.

With an annoyed huff, Claire stalked up the stairs, scowling for all she was worth. Now it was just Kayla and me.

I sat down beside her on the couch. “You’re beautiful,” I told her, my heart racing.

“Thanks,” she said shyly, twiddling her thumbs nervously in her lap.

“Sit up, and I’ll give you that kiss,” I said, smiling at Kayla.

Did I dare to do this? My daughter’s best friend, the child of my husband’s friend, a girl of eleven. I’d be shamed forever and probably get jail time if it got out, but damn it all, Kayla was too desirable to resist.

Getting up to kneel on the couch, Kayla slowly drew closer to me. I was fine with that, wanting her to do as much of the work as possible.

“Sweet girl,” I told her, placing an arm across the couch cushions. She had full lips and cute dimples in her cheeks. I eased the child into my lap, and it made her giggle.

“Show me how you kiss Claire,” I whispered.

Her eyes grew warm and seductive. That’s when I knew that Kayla shared my desire. Leaning forward, she brought her mouth to mine. When I began to respond, her tongue emerged to lick at my lips. I slipped my tongue into her mouth and her lips parted to welcome me.

She was a perfect little girl, and that made it feel what we were doing even more wrong than it was. I couldn’t break away from her, though.

I pulled away and gazed into those puppy-dog eyes. “I won’t tell anyone about you and Claire kissing and having special fun together.”

“Okay.” Kayla’s gaze fell to her lap.

“I like you a lot,” I told her, trailing a strand of her soft, wavy hair between my fingers.

“I –- I like you, too,” she said, her voice whispery quiet. “Me and Claire… we both do.”

“You’re such a sweet girl,” I whispered, aching to undress her.

“I’m back! I’m back!” Claire shouted, bouncing down the carpeted stairs from the ground level. “Mommy, can we throw a sleepover party tonight down here? We can get the sleeping bags, and do our makeup and nails, eat candy and–”

“Okay, okay, calm down. Kayla still needs to get permission from her parents.”

“Can you ask them, Mom?” Claire begged. “It’ll be way better, coming from you. Please?” Kayla quickly nodded.

Just like that, I was on the phone a few minutes later with Kayla’s mother. “Hi, Laurel… how are you?”

I listened, then got to the point. “That’s great to hear. We’re all well, too. Listen, the girls are looking to have a little slumber party for two, and we were wondering if it was all right with you if Kayla spent the night. I can have her back tomorrow after lunch… Oh, yes, you and I need to get together, too.”

The girls started cheering and jumping up and down. I left the room, cordless phone in hand, to continue our chat. “Just promise me you’ll take Claire off my hands for a night or two in the coming months,” I told Laurel, only half kidding. “How’s Charlie?”

***

I went a little overboard when prepping for the slumber party. My conscience nagged me about how wrong it all was, but my pussy was wet from thinking about the possibilities, what might happen between me and the girls. I hit the supermarket for a variety of snacks, then found myself scheduling a last minute bikini wax.

After an evening of pizza, snacks, dancing, gossip, and horseplay, the girls began to wind down with a movie. Before then I was in and out, bringing them drinks and popcorn and making sure the rest of my family was fed and off to their own rooms for the evening.

I put on some of my sexiest underwear, then descended the stairs in my silk robe at around 10 PM.

“How are things going, ladies?” I asked.

“Fine,” they responded in unison. They were seated on the floor, leaning back against the plush sofa.

“Hey, Mom, come hang with us!” said Claire. “We’re watching a scary movie.”

I sat on the floor between both girls, wrapping my arms around them. They snuggled into me, and I began to gently fondle them through the thin t-shirts they wore. Kayla had small but firm breasts, while Claire’s weren’t much more than swollen nipples. My clitoris throbbed; my heart raced.

After a few minutes, I withdrew my arms, then placed a hand on each girl’s thigh. I stroked them for a bit, then my fingers found their way in between to lightly touch the fronts of their panties. Claire clamped her legs together tightly, gripping my hand, while Kayla opened her legs wider to welcome my caresses.

We talked about the movie while we watched it as if nothing were happening. I could feel the girls’ panties dampening, felt them shiver as I traced their slits.

After a while, I sat up, taking back my hands. “I’m going to go check on the boys,” I told them, rising to my feet.

“No, Mom,” Claire protested.

“I’ll be back,” I said as I exited the room. “I just want to make sure that we won’t be interrupted.”

Sure enough, both my sons were sound asleep, and my husband had passed out with an open book on his chest. I turned all of the lights off in the living room and kitchen and made sure the doors were locked, then made my way back to the family room. Thankfully, the girls were right where I’d left them.

“I’m back… so how’s the movie?” Neither of them answered, but Kayla shrugged. “You girls okay?”

“Yeah,” Claire replied. “We were just waiting for you.”

“Good.” I let my robe fall open, giving the girls a good view of my matching black lace bra and panties. Their eyes followed me as I sat back down in between them.

“Mommy, can I get in your lap?” Claire asked me shyly. It was odd of her to be this quiet.

“First, I’d like to see you and Kayla kiss.”

They came together. It was a beautiful sight, my eleven-year-old daughter’s mouth touching the full lips of her darling, luscious friend. Their tongues danced and plunged deep into each other’s mouths as if they’d done this many, many times before.

Needing to do more than watch, I leaned in to join the kiss, tasting the sweetness of their tongues. We swapped kisses for a long while, our passion steadily rising.

Finally, I pulled back and they both grinned at me eagerly, ready for whatever came next. “Claire, honey,” I began, ”could you take Kayla’s shirt off?”

My daughter turned to her friend. “That’s okay, right?” I asked her. Kayla nodded.

Beneath her shirt, Kayla wore a baby blue bra that outlined the girl’s puffy nipples.

“Kayla, would you take off Claire’s tank top?” Kayla leaned in, but my impatient daughter quickly took the top off herself and cast it aside, revealing her bare chest and budding mounds. The sight made my mouth water, even though I’d seen Clare naked many times.

I patted my thighs. “Now, Kayla, come sit on my lap.”

“Mo-om!” Claire protested. “That’s not fair! I asked first.”

“It’s okay, let Claire go ahead,” Kayla said.

I gave my daughter a stern look. “Sweetheart, you have to learn how to take turns. Now, Kayla is our guest, so we should be polite and let her go first. All right?”

Looking somewhat abashed, Claire slowly nodded. “All right, Mom.”

I turned to her friend. “Kayla, come sit on my lap, honey, facing me,” I leaned back against the couch and laid my legs out flat to allow her to straddle me, then turned to my daughter.

“Come here, Claire,” I called out to my naughty girl, giving her a loving look. She quickly drew close. “Kiss me, baby,” I whispered to her and she crushed her lips to mine. Our tongues met and mingled, then I broke away. “Now, kiss Kayla.” Claire leaned over and gave her friend a long kiss.

While they kissed, I reached down toward Kayla’s shorts and pressed my fingers against the front, feeling her pussy through the fabric, which was already damp. I traced the outline of her warm hole.

“Claire, take off Kayla’s bra,” I told her. Both girls giggled, then my daughter quickly crawled behind Kayla, unhooked her bra, and pulled the straps down her arms.

Kayla’s small breasts drove me crazy with desire. They were like those of a young teen – an unusual sight on such a thin girl.

“God, you’re beautiful,” I told Kayla, stroking her face. She smiled bashfully, glancing down at my chest.

“Whoa, your boobies are big!” Claire told Kayla, making her laugh and cover them with her hands.

“What do you want to do to Kayla?” I asked Claire as I continued to tease Kayla’s clitoris with my thumb.

“Uhm, I want to kiss her boobs,” she responded eagerly.

We both looked at Kayla until she slowly lowered her hands, exposing her puffy nipples, which were ringed by dark areolas. Moving in immediately, Claire began to suck on Kayla’s left breast. The sweet black girl’s lips parted, a moan escaping as she began to stroke my daughter’s soft, long hair.

I moved in myself, cupping her right breast, then feeding the nipple into my mouth. I sucked on it sharply, and heard a gasp escape Kayla’s mouth. I continued to touch between her legs, making sure she was still wet.

“You’re so lucky,” Claire told Kayla, as she looked up from her friend’s breasts, “I want big boobs, too.”

“Come sit on my lap, darling, and let’s see yours,” I told Claire, holding my arms out. She sat with her back to me and I snuggled her into my chest, trailing kisses down her neck. I caressed those firm little breasts, giving their tips a playful pinch.

“Do you want Kayla to suck your nipples?” I asked Claire, and she nodded.

“Cool!” Kayla exclaimed, and she leaned in to lick Claire’s small buds in turn. She cupped them, one in each hand, then took a stiff nipple between her lips.

“Take your panties off, baby… show Kayla your pussy,” I whispered in Claire’s ear as I slid her shorts down. Lifting her butt, she took hold of the waistband, pushing it over her hips, my daughter and me working together to strip her naked.

My heart was throbbing with anticipation. I’d already had my beautiful little girl… now, she was going to share her lover with me. Life was good.

Present Day

“Mom, when are the boys supposed to be here?” twenty-one-year-old Claire asked me as I began to take the food out for dinner. It was winter break, Claire’s first night back from her senior year of college. It was still early in the morning, and she was in her pajamas. I wondered if she had anything on underneath.

“Good morning, honey,” I responded. “Brandon and his girlfriend will be here around noon. Trevor won’t be in until the evening.”

“When’s Dad getting back?”

“He’ll be back around noon as well.”

“So, um, we have a few hours to ourselves, then…?”

“I suppose we do.” I smiled at her calmly, but in fact I‘d been anxious for my daughter to awaken and put in an appearance. If she hadn’t come down, I’d planned to go up to her room once my work was done in the kitchen. “Go upstairs without me, honey. I’ll be up soon.”

Five minutes later, I entered her room and locked the door behind me.

“You know the rules, Mom,” Claire said to me as I turned around. When she was fourteen, she came up with a rule that if I was to be in her room with the door locked, I had to be completely undressed.

“Yes, yes,” I said, removing my sweater, my pants, and then my bra. I hadn’t bothered with panties.

“Bend over the bed and spread your legs open,” she commanded, busy rustling through her luggage.

I positioned myself the way Claire wanted, my ass sticking up in the air. God, I loved to have her dominate me.

“I got you something,” she murmured, making her way over to where I stood. She ran her hands over my ass, then slapped my pussy a few times, making my clit twitch.

Feeling a cool, lubed metal object prodding my asshole, I forced my anus to relax, allowing her to fully penetrate me.

Once Claire had fully inserted the butt plug, she clutched my hips with both hands – then I felt her tongue trailing along the cleft of my slit. Seconds later, she was eagerly sucking on my hot cunt.

“Mmmm, you taste so fucking good,” she growled into my tingling labia, then she roughly shoved me onto the bed. That was when I realized that the butt plug had a long white furry tail attached. For some reason, that turned me on in a big way, as if it was Claire’s way of making me her pet.

“Get on all fours, kitty,” she said, slapping my ass. Hopping into bed and leaning against the headboard, my daughter spread her legs open before me. She was completely naked with her long, dirty blonde hair spilling over her full breasts.

“Lick me, kitty,” she whispered, tapping on her pussy a few times, spreading herself even wider.

I immediately drew forward, buried my mouth in Claire’s wet, pink flesh, and began to devour her beautiful cunt.

“I said lick, kitty… not suck!” she protested, but I kept sucking at her juicy hole. She gave my head a little smack. “Stop it! Bad kitty!”

Gripping her hips tightly, I just pressed my mouth into her even harder, drinking from my daughter like I was dying of thirst.

“You’re such a dirty slut, Mommy,” she called out between moans. “Can’t even follow instructions. So horny and d-desperate to eat your little girl’s pussy, aren’t you?”

Instead of a reply, I shoved two fingers in Claire’s wet hole, pumping them in and out of her as I nursed at her swollen clit.

“Fuck, Mom,” she squealed. “Oh, my God!” She began to tremble beneath me. I only fucked her harder, getting a little rougher with each stroke. Her shaking got more intense, and I knew that she was about to come.

“That’s it, baby, come for Momma!” I gasped, detaching myself from her clit for a split second, then going right back in.

“Oh, Mommy, oh, Mommy!” she cried, squeezing my head. Claire exploded in my face, her warm fluids flowing into my mouth and down my chin. Pulling away, I used my fingers to get the last few squirts of my daughter’s nectar, my other hand still working her clit. The juices trickled down my chest and to my breasts.

Claire lay still and caught her breath for a minute, panting heavily against her pillow. Finally, she raised her head, giving me a look that had my heart galloping. My daughter was about to punish me, and it was going to be incredible.

“You’re really gonna get it now, you naughty kitty,” she said, getting up from the bed and padding into her closet. My pussy was dripping, eager for whatever was coming next. I loved having sex with Claire… she was always full of surprises.

She walked out of the closet with a hot pink strap-on harnessed to her hips.

“Get over here, kitty. You’re about to get fucked,” she told me, seizing my ankles, then pushing my legs up and back until they were pressed against my breasts. I said nothing, impatient for her to take me.

Claire made me come at least twice with that rubber dick, pumping it in and out until my body seemed to be pulsing with electricity.

“Oh, fuck, oh fuck, YES!” I screamed. Claire turned me around and fucked me from behind as she pulled on that tail dangling from my ass. Then she came around and shoved her cock in my mouth, making me clean my juices off of it before throwing me on my back and fucking me all over again.

“I love you, Mom,” Claire said to me once we were done, lying in each other’s arms.

“I love you, darling,” I told her, guiding her face to my chest. She sucked on my breasts, the way she’d always loved to, while I tenderly stroked her pussy.

Finally, Claire rested her head on my shoulder. “Who was the last woman you fucked?” she asked.

“Hmm,” I thought in my head. My husband and I were both very active swingers in the community. There was a large sex network behind the scenes that no one spoke about – out loud, anyway.

“It was this new school teacher in town named Ms. Daniels. Actually, she’s been here a couple of years now, but I don’t think you know her.”

“No, I don’t. Does Dad know?”

“Oh, he was there. He enjoyed her too,” I smirked, stroking my daughter’s soft hair.

“I sometimes forget what total freaks my parents are,” she said with a laugh.

“Runs in the family,” I said, then glanced at the clock. “I need to get started on dinner now. Um, hon… can you help me take this tail off?”

Claire burst into a fit of laughter.

The End