Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

Author Unknown

Suzy motioned for Karen to be quiet as she silently found her house key and unlocked the front door. The volume was set pretty low, but they soon heard unmistakable moans and sounds of passion coming from Suzy’s TV.

Both girls removed their jeans and shirts, leaving them in a pile inside the front door. The excited teens tiptoed up the hallway and carefully peeked inside. Kori was oblivious to the couple standing in the doorway as she stared intently at the images on the screen, fingering both her pussy and her asshole at the same time.

Suzy wanted to interrupt before her little sister reached an orgasm. Deciding to play it mean at first, the older sister stepped into the bedroom and exclaimed, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

Kori jumped so high in shock and surprise that she nearly fell off the bed. Naked, her hand covered in sticky wetness from her pussy, with lesbian porn playing in the VCR, she stared in horror at Suzy and Karen, knowing she’d been caught red-handed. “I — I –” she stammered before Suzy cut her off.

“I can tell what you’re doing, stupid,” Suzy snapped. “What I mean is, why are you snooping around in my room?”

As a tearful Kori explained how she had heard them discussing where to hide the tape, and how it had aroused her curiosity, Suzy’s desire was building even more, as was Karen’s.

When the younger girl finished her explanation, Suzy could not play angry any longer. She tried to ask a question, but Karen was too eager to get started. “Why didn’t –” was all Suzy could say before her lover pulled her close and kissed her deeply.

Kori’s jaw dropped as she watched; her sister was a lesbian too! She couldn’t believe it! Suzy gave into the kiss, and the two kept their lips together for a full minute before she finally pulled away.

Suzy started to address her little sister again, but Karen spoke first. “Did you like seeing us do that, Kori?” asked Karen.

Kori could only nod yes; she was speechless at the prospect of what was happening. “Have you done that before?” Suzy chimed in, prompting another shy nod from Kori.

“But I would like to again, um, if you want to,” said the younger girl.

No more discussion was necessary. Both the older girls were literally aching with desire for this twelve-year-old, sitting nude in front of them. Suzy and Karen removed their bras, leaving them in only panties; Suzy had chosen a black silk thong, while Karen had opted for a more conservative white cotton pair.

Her heart racing, Kori stood to join the two of them. First, she put her arms around Karen’s waist and pulled her close. Their lips met, and almost instantly Karen’s tongue began searching the younger girl’s mouth. Suzy joined in, as her mouth began tickling her sister’s neck and ears.

Kori found this to be a very pleasurable feeling indeed, and moaned her approval. Holy shit, she told herself, this is incredible — my own sister is making out with me!

She then felt with Suzy’s hands reaching around her to find her breasts. The older girl gently pinched her little sister’s nipples, making them harden instantly. Suzy then did the same to her friend.

Finally, Kori broke the kiss and turned to face Suzy. Dropping to her knees, she reached for the waistband of her sister’s panties and slowly slid them down her legs to her ankles. Suzy stepped out of them, revealing her naked pussy to her little sister. Turning around, Kori did the same for Karen. Reaching between both girls’ legs, Kori felt around to verify that both girls were soaking wet.

“Lie down on the bed,” Suzy told her baby sister. Kori obliged, and Suzy positioned the younger girl with her legs spread wide and her knees drawn to her chest, exposing both her soaking pussy and her rosebud.

Karen chose first, exploring Kori’s ass crack with her tongue. Suzy was happy to have the first shot at her sister’s pussy, and she dove in with reckless abandon. Soon, Karen’s tongue found its way to the younger girl’s tiny, puckered anus and began exploring. These sensations, combined with the arousal she had built up from watching the movie, set Kori off very quickly. With a choked scream, she came.

Even then, the older girls didn’t stop. Both Suzy and Karen continued their oral assault on the girl, not pausing until they had licked her to a frenzied second orgasm. Finally, they stopped, and each of them shared one more passionate kiss with Kori.

The session would have gone further, but Suzy heard another car door shut outside. “Shit! Mom’s home!” she exclaimed, not wanting to let her sister know about their mother’s participation in their lesbian sex games just yet.

The older girls sprinted to the living room to retrieve their clothes, then returned to the bedroom. All three

girls quickly dressed and turned the movie off.

They were innocently watching TV when Sandra looked in on them. “I’m back. What are you girls doing home so soon?” she asked, playing dumb.

“Oh, there were no good movies playing at the mall, so we thought we’d watch something here,” Karen answered with a wicked grin, giving her mother a wink to indicate that everything had gone as planned.

After Sandra excused herself to the kitchen, Suzy and Karen invited to Kori to join them again after everyone went to bed that evening. If everything works out like I want, thought Suzy to herself, there may be four of us tonight.

*****

The rest of the day went by far too slowly for the eager new lovers. After dinner, Suzy and Karen watched a movie with Sandra while Kori went to her bedroom to use the phone. She wasted no time in calling her best friend Becka. “Hello?” came the greeting.

Kori excitedly shot back with, “Hi, it’s me. Omigod, Becka, You won’t believe what happened to me today!” Her enthusiasm was contagious, and Becka found herself similarly excited as she pressed her friend for details.

Kori was only too eager to spill the news to the older girl. The story came out very quickly. “I got home today, and found out that Suzy fools around with her friend Karen, and they asked me to join them, and I did! I had sex with my big sister, and tonight we’re gonna do it some more!”

Almost instantly, Becka’s nipples stiffened and her pussy grew moist. “Slow down, Kori. Tell me everything that happened.”

Kori recounted the whole story, and soon Becka’s soft moans made it clear that she was touching herself while she listened. Kori had just finished when Becka gasped, “Hold on a sec!” and laid the phone down. Kori could still hear her friend’s sighs of pleasure as Becka gave her clit a few final caresses and climaxed.

Returning to the phone, Becka panted, “That’s a hot story. You’ll have to hook me up sometime.”

That last remark sent a flood of new ideas through the mind of the younger girl. Almost before she could think it through, Kori found herself saying, “Hey, why don’t you come over tonight? I’m sure they wouldn’t mind.”

Becka didn’t have to be asked twice. She ran to ask her parents and soon returned with the good news. “I’ll pack a bag real quick and be over in fifteen minutes.”

After hanging up the phone, Kori felt between her legs, ensuring that she was indeed soaking wet, then ran into the living room to tell everyone Becka was coming over.

Excitement registered on the faces of Suzy and Karen, but her mother looked a bit concerned, Kori noticed. After a brief pause, she muttered, “Yeah, sweetie, that’s fine.”

Soon after, Sandra excused herself to the kitchen, and Suzy went with her. Kori thought her mother’s reaction strange, but quickly dismissed it; after all, she had much bigger things to think about.

Karen, never a shy one, told her young new lover, “I’m glad you’re bringing Becka over. Four could be a lot of fun.”

Kori grinned broadly. “That’s what I was thinking. Becka’s really hot, too. You’ll like her.”

Soon, the doorbell rang. Karen jumped up to answer it. “Hi, Becka,” the older girl said with a sexy smile. Becka returned the smile and entered the house.

Kori took her friend back to her room to set down her bag and change clothes. After they left the living room, Sandra and Suzy came back in from the kitchen.

“What was that all about?” Karen inquired.

Suzy answered for her mother. “Mom was worried that Becka would be upset if she found out what you and I were doing with Kori. But I told her that Kori and Becka are already fooling around, so it’s okay now.”

The conversation stopped when the two younger girls came back into the living room. Becka had changed into the same kind of clothes Kori was wearing: baggy black shorts and an oversized t-shirt. With not enough seats for everyone, Becka laid down in the floor with her feet pointing toward Karen. The five of them continued watching the movie.

Becka suddenly had an idea. Making it look completely accidental, she parted her legs a little, making sure the baggy shorts provided Karen with a good look at her panty-covered crotch. Karen was happy to oblige, staring between the younger girl’s legs, her body beginning to throb with raw lust.

Thankfully, the movie was over quickly, and Becka stretched and said, “Aren’t you tired, Kori? Let’s go to bed.” Kori agreed, and soon Suzy and Karen were also ready to turn in. Sandra told everyone good night, and she, too, disappeared into her bedroom.

Kori and Becka quickly brushed their teeth and then left the bathroom to the other two. After Suzy and Karen finished getting ready for bed, they retreated to Suzy’s bedroom. Suzy gasped when she walked through the door; Kori and Becka had already gotten started. The girls were deeply, hungrily kissing, both stripped down to their panties. Becka was cupping Kori’s small breasts while the younger girl caressed her friend’s ass.

Suzy quickly shut and locked the door, and she and Karen scrambled to catch up to the other two.

Karen had other ideas, though. She lay down on the bed and tore off her panties, exposing her cunt to her lover. “Lick me, baby,” she whispered.

Suzy eagerly obeyed, dropping to her knees and diving into her friend’s cunt. Kori and Becka stopped kissing and momentarily watched the show beside them. They quickly pulled their panties off and sat back, stroking each other’s slits while they watched Suzy lick Karen.

Karen, who was moaning the entire time, suddenly looked at Becka and said, “Bring that hot pussy over here, sweetheart.”

Becka jumped at the opportunity, crawling over and straddling Karen’s face. Kori watched in amazement as her sister’s lover extended her tongue until it made contact with Becka’s pussy.

Karen began to eagerly lick the younger girl, drinking the abundant juices from her pussy while Suzy did the same to her.

Suddenly seeing how she could get involved, Kori crawled over and began nibbling on Karen’s and Becka’s breasts. Then Becka gave her an even better idea. “Kori, baby, why don’t you get down there and eat Suzy?” Kori’s eyes widened with excitement as she climbed off the bed and positioned herself underneath her sister.

The scene continued this way for a few more minutes, until Karen’s orgasm had her screaming into Becka’s cunt while her own sex convulsed in pleasure. After her climax subsided, she pulled away from Suzy and pushed Becka down on the bed so she could more easily get at her cunt.

Kori continued her oral assault on her big sister’s pussy while Suzy rocked back and forth on her face and moaned passionately. Kori soon heard a familiar sound as Becka began to come again. “Oh, fuck, yeah. That’s it. Lick my pussy. Oh, God, yes!” screamed Becka. This seemed to fuel Suzy’s orgasm, and soon she, too, was screaming similar words as she erupted.

For a moment, the four of them were spent. Finally, Karen spoke up. “Suzy, I’m gonna take Becka into Kori’s room for a few minutes, if you don’t mind.” Suzy nodded her approval, and the two disappeared.

Kori was hurt for a moment; she’d hoped to have at least some alone time with her best friend tonight. All that was forgotten quickly, however, when Suzy said, “Sis, you haven’t come yet, did you? We’ll have to fix that. Get up on the bed.”

Kori eagerly got up from the floor and crawled on the bed on her hands and knees. Suzy nudged her sister’s legs a little farther apart and started licking her pussy. Kori moaned as Suzy alternated between licking her pussy and teasing her anus with her tongue. Finally, she drove her tongue into her sister’s vagina and feasted on the younger girl. At the same time, she reached around and stroked the young girl’s clit. Kori, who had been on the edge of orgasm all night, came very quickly and powerfully before collapsing on the bed.

After a few moments, Suzy said, “Hey, why don’t we go take a peek at what’s going on in your room?” The sisters opened the door and padded across the hallway. Kori was surprised to find the room in total darkness, untouched. “They’re not here. Where are they?”

Suzy said, “Maybe they got hungry and went to the kitchen.” The pair tiptoed toward the kitchen, but the girls weren’t there, either.

Kori was getting ready to speak when she heard it: a faint moaning sound. Instantly, Kori knew it was Becka; she’d heard that sound a lot in the past 24 hours. But why was it coming from Mom’s room?

With her eyes betraying her excitement, Suzy said, “Let’s see what’s going on.”

“But we’re naked,” Kori protested.

Suzy smiled and said, “Apparently, so is whoever’s in there.”

Kori followed her sister, wondering the whole time where the hell her mother was and why Becka and Karen were in her room. As they got closer, Kori saw that the door was wide open. Peering over Suzy’s shoulder, she got the surprise of her life.

Kori and Suzy’s mother, Sandra, was lying on the bed. Becka was straddling her face and Karen knelt between Mom’s legs. Becka was panting as Sandra hungrily licked her pussy.

Kori gasped loudly at the sight. Karen and Becka both looked toward the doorway; Sandra, who couldn’t move her head, stiffened as she saw her youngest daughter.

Suddenly unsure of what was going on, Becka dismounted the older woman’s face. Karen didn’t stop, though. She returned her attention to Sandra’s cunt, licking her expertly.

Suzy spoke up. “Sis, Karen and I made love to Mom this morning. She said she was afraid to try anything with you, but we planned this so she could see that you want it too. You do want it, don’t you?”

At that moment, Kori realized she did indeed want it. She nodded, and the two sisters entered the room.

Sandra stopped fighting her lust. Gazing into her younger daughter’s eyes, she said, “Come here, sweetie. Come and kiss me.”

Kori obeyed, walking toward her mother. Sandra put her hands on Kori’s face and pulled her closer and closer until their lips met. As soon as the kiss began, Kori was overcome with helpless lust for her mother. Their tongues danced and sparred as their passion mounted. The girl reached for Sandra’s breasts and stroked them, then lightly pinched her mother’s nipples.

Sandra moaned her approval as she reached for Kori’s wet pussy. The girl moaned as her mother slipped a finger into her vagina.

Meanwhile, Becka and Suzy decided they had to be part of this incredibly exciting scene unfolding before them. Becka crawled over to her best friend and started gently nibbling her tits. Suzy, meanwhile, joined her mouth with Sandra’s and Kori’s. Soon, mother and daughters were entangled in a sexy three-way kiss.

Karen continued to lick Sandra’s pussy until the older woman was on the verge of climax. Then she suddenly backed off; she was going to save this one for Kori. Soon, the mother-daughter kiss broke, and Karen said, “Kori, come down here and finish what I started. Lick your mom’s pussy.”

Kori took Karen’s place on her knees at the foot of the bed and took her first taste of her mother’s cunt. As soon as her tongue made contact, she began to lick hungrily. Sandra thrashed around on the bed as her younger daughter ate her pussy. Within seconds, Sandra was thrown into one of the most incredible orgasms of her life.

The other three girls watched the show for a while, each eagerly masturbating. Even after Sandra came down from her first climax, Kori kept licking. She didn’t stop, in fact, until she had made her mother come again.

By this time, Suzy was hungry for more. Looking at Becka, she said, “I haven’t fucked you yet. Come over here.”

The two girls fell together quickly and passionately, their tongues plunging deep into each other’s mouths. After the brief but powerful kiss, Becka reversed her position so the two could engage in a steamy sixty-nine. Suzy quickly realized that her little sister’s girlfriend was quite talented at eating pussy. For a moment, they forgot about everything else that was going on in the room, until they heard Kori whimpering in pleasure.

Looking over, Becka saw Karen kneel behind the younger girl, her hands busy between Kori’s legs as she licked the girl’s anus. Becka found something very sexy about watching Karen rim and masturbate her friend. She returned her attention to Suzy’s aching pussy and soon licked her into a frenzy. Suzy screamed loudly as she came, her face still buried in Becka’s cunt.

By this time, Sandra was nearly exhausted. All the girls looked to her for instructions. “Girls, I’m so tired. I don’t think I can do anymore tonight,” she said. “I would like to watch something though. I’d love to see Suzy and Karen together, and Kori and Becka.”

The couples traded off into their original pairings. Suzy and Karen made themselves comfortable in the chair in the corner of the room, while Kori and Becka laid across the foot of the bed. Both couples were noticeably more tender this time; kisses lasted longer, hands lingered wherever they touched. Finally, Suzy knelt again between her lover’s legs and licked her to one final orgasm. At the same time, Kori licked Becka from behind until she also came.

Goodnight kisses were given, and the couples returned to their respective rooms.

As she drifted to sleep, Sandra replayed the entire night in her mind. She wished she could’ve stayed up all night, enjoying sex with the girls. Then she realized that tomorrow would be coming soon, and this didn’t have to be the last time it happened. She set her alarm for 9 AM, so she could wake up to join her new lovers.

The End

by Girl Lover

The next day, Saturday, Alice woke up much later than usual. Her mother took her shopping at the mall, but her mind was elsewhere, being naked in a house full of horny older women. As they walked throughout the mall, she found herself staring at every older woman, wondering if any of them were at the party last night. The day dragged on and Alice counted the hours till she finally saw the light in her parents’ room go out. Already dressed, she crawled out the window and was soon hurrying down the dark, moonlit street to another wonderful night of pleasure.

Several minutes later, she walked up the driveway towards Rebecca’s house, marveling at the number of cars there. She opened the door and walked in hesitantly. Heading into the small room off to the side used as the changing room, she was surprised to find two women inside, undressing.

They gazed lustily at her, remarking, “My! Oh, my!” and “Hello there!”

Alice smiled at them as she pulled off her shirt and shucked off her pants, all the while, feeling their eyes upon her naked body, adding to her growing excitement. Then she eagerly stepped out of the room, wondering where she should go. She walked along among the other women who were standing around watching the others, loving all of the lewd stares and the occasional hand on her butt. Remembering the hot tub, she went to the patio door. Opening it, she was pleasantly surprised to find three women in it.

“Hi, come on in!” One of them waved her over. Alice came out onto the patio and stepped down into the tub.

“Oooh, looks like you’re ready to go,” one of the other women chuckled as she leered at Alice’s naked body stepping into the water.

As she dipped below the surface, one of the women told her, “Not so fast. Let’s have a look at you.”

Alice raised up, letting them gawk at her.

“Mmm-mmm,” one remarked, “That is got to be the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen!”

Alice gazed at them just as lustfully as they did at her, in particular to the chubby one in the middle, because her breasts were so large. Being gawked at by strangers as well as admiring the strangers’ bodies in return was a strange feeling, that immediately turned her on.

The chubby woman in the middle reached out, stroking her hand along Alice’s side, “My, but you’re a tender young thing.” Her hand turned Alice around so that they were able to get a good look at her tiny bottom, “So delicious,” she murmured. “I’m Julie. This here’s Helen,” she indicating to the right of her.

“I’m Kathy,” the third woman introduced herself.

“I’m Alice,” Alice told them shyly.

“Shy too. Is this your first time, dear?” Julie asked.

Alice shook her head, “I was here last night.”

“Oooh!” The women looked at each other excitedly.

Julie took her hand and pulled her to sit with them. “I take it you like older women?”

Alice was too embarrassed to answer, but her blushing smile gave away her answer.

“Well, we certainly like really young girls such as yourself,” Helen remarked, stroking Alice’s leg under the water.

“How old are you, dear?” Julie asked, using her forefinger to rub across one of Alice’s nipples.

“Ten.”

“Oooh!,” the women repeated. “Goodness, you are young!”

Kathy reached over, cupping her hand onto Alice’s tiny sex. Alice felt her finger tickling just inside her vulva and opened her legs slightly.

As Julie began kissing Alice’s neck, Helen commented, “Whenever I go to my grandson’s choir recitals, I always want to fuck the cute little girls there so bad.”

The other women snickered at this as they fondled Alice.

“Do you like this, dear?” Kathy whispered.

“Yea,” Alice replied in a soft voice, her breath now shallow. It was really starting to feel good.

Julie turned to face her, displaying her ample breasts which hung down into the water.

Alice reached over and took a breast in each hand, squeezing them enthusiastically and feeling their softness.

Helen turned Alice’s head toward her, kissing her.

Soon, Alice was lost in a myriad of boobs, hands, and lips touching her everywhere.

Kathy’s finger moved around inside Alice’s sex, stirring her up till suddenly the feeling came over her, causing her legs to close firmly onto Kathy’s hand, trapping it within her.

Alice cried out, “AAAiiiiggghhh!”

The women laughed, cheering on Alice’s orgasm as her face turned red.

“Don’t be embarrassed. It was beautiful,” Julie told her.

Helen rose up out of the water and sat down on the edge, her open legs inviting the young girl to come in between them.

Alice looked at the hairy, wrinkled pussy of the older woman before her and reached out, feeling the soft tangled hair.

Helen spread apart her labia as Alice leaned forward and tasted the woman’s flesh. Having done it last night, she wasn’t as timid as before. Instead of giving little delicate licks,in the grip of the building lust within, she pushed her tongue out, bathing the woman’s pussy. Enticed by Helen’s odor, her licking grew more energetic, almost frantic as she pushed her faced into Helen’s pussy.

“Oh, my!” Kathy commented admirably. “Such enthusiasm! How is she, Helen?”

“Glorious!” Helen moaned, her head leaning back.

Julie moved behind Alice, cupping her tiny bottom as it poked above the surface of the water. After a few teasing strokes from her finger, she pulled the young girl’s butt cheeks apart and pressed her face into them, enjoying the forbidden thrill of having her face in a young girl’s butt. This feeling added to Alice’s hunger, propelling her to push her face even more into Helen’s pussy, moving it around and smearing the woman’s juices all over her face. Soon, Helen grunted, her face wincing from the intensity, then she cried out as she squirted all over Alice’s face. As Helen flopped back onto the deck in exhaustion, Alice licked the pussy juice from her lips as she beamed at her accomplishment.

“Oh, God!” Kathy exclaimed as she stepped out of the hot tub and also sat on the edge facing Alice, “I’ve got to be next!”

Julie laughed, and Alice grinned even more.

Opening her legs wide, while leaning back, propped up on her elbows, Kathy watched as Alice gazed at her pussy momentarily then pushed her face into it.

“Oh shit, she’s good!” Kathy yelped.

Alice began to notice the subtle differences between the various pussies; some were hairy, others hairless, some had the labia closed, others were open, some had a stronger odor. But, despite the differences, Alice all had the same effect on women when she played with them. And right now, Alice was having a big effect on Kathy.

Making all sorts of noises, Kathy reached out, holding Alice against her pussy as Julie contented herself playing with Alice’s tender young sex and butthole.

Alice’s missy was still somewhat sensitive from earlier, and so Julie’s ministrations kept distracting her, making her jerk from time to time.

Having gotten herself worked up from having such a young girl pleasure her with such passion, Kathy soon found herself quickly cumming, wailing through her clenched teeth, till she had to push Alice away and fell back exhausted.

“Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh God!” She moaned, unable to do much else from the lack of strength. After a minute, she opened her eyes, looking at Julie, “Julie…You’ve got to try her. It’s just…” She stopped to catch her breath.

“That good, huh?” Julie asked.

“Oh, it’s beyond good.” Kathy rolled over on her hands and knees, then slowly crawled back into the hot tub to join Helen, who had been enjoying the show while she was resting.

“I don’t think I could ever go back to having sex with an adult after her,” Helen observed.

As they watched Julie climb out of the tub and position herself before the young girl, Kathy agreed, “I know what you mean. No one has ever made me cum that hard. There’s something about seeing such a little girl giving you the most incredible feelings.”

She stared at Alice’s raised bottom enticingly. “What is it about such a tiny butt that is so alluring?”

Alice watched as Julie opened her legs to her. Being a bit more overweight then Helen and Kathy, Alice couldn’t help touching Julie’s soft plump belly. Feeling its smoothness, she leaned down to rub her face against it, closing her eyes and luxuriating in the soft pillow-like feeling. Her hands wandered down Julie’s equally soft thighs as Julie laid back on the deck with Alice nuzzling her face into her vulva. Having done it so many times now, Alice was becoming quite adept at knowing what to do to make a woman feel good. Judging by the sounds that each woman made, or the way her hips squirmed, Alice was able to tell if she was doing it right. And what they all seemed to have in common was that every woman liked to have the little nub at the top of their pussy touched.

Alice pressed her face firmly against Julie’s pussy, feeling the wetness against her skin while moving her face around.

“Oh my, she is good!” Julie remarked to the others.

“I told you!” laughed Kathy, “I’ll take her over my vibrator any day.”

Alice kissed Julie’s pronounced clit, sucking it into her mouth.

“Ooohhh…,” Julie moaned.

Alice rolled it in between her lips, drawing out more gasps and moans. Why do I enjoy making women moan so much? Alice wondered, as she felt something dribbling down her chin, prompting her to push her face further into Julie’s pussy, coating it with the woman’s juices.

Suddenly, Julie clenched her soft cushiony thighs against Alice’s head, trapping it as she let out a wail, drenching Alice’s face and chest with a gush of fluids. After a moment, Julie scooted forward, sliding back into the water as Alice moved over to her side.

Helen and Kathy came over to Alice, each giving her a brief but passionate kiss, “It’s getting late and we have to be getting back home, sweetie. Thank you so much. Will we see you next Friday?”

“Yes. I’ll be here every Friday and Saturday night,” Alice happily informed them.

“Oh, that’s wonderful. We’ll be here too. Until next time.” Kathy and Helen climbed out of the hot tub, and dried off, leaving Alice and Julie alone. Feeling comfortable enough with the woman beside her, Alice leaned back against Julie, nuzzling her face against Julie’s large breast, “I can’t believe how big your boobies are. I didn’t know they could get this big.”

Julie chuckled, “Most women tell me that. I’m glad you like them.” With her hand on Julie’s leg, Alice cuddled against her, closing her eyes.

Julie put her arm around the girl, “You tired?”

“A little,” Alice answered, “but I don’t want to leave yet. This feels good.”

“It feels good to me too,” Julie closed her eyes. “I could stay right here forever.”

After a few minutes, Julie said, “I’m falling asleep. I think I need to go home myself.” She stood up and went over to the side and climbed out.

As she was drying herself off, she told Alice, “I would like to see you again. Do you think you would be able to come over to my house sometime tomorrow?”

Alice’s eyes lit up, “Yea.”

Julie smiled, “I live nearby at 742 Evergreen Terrace. It’s a small yellow house. You want to come over, say about ten?”

“Okay.”

“Great!” Julie came over and leaned down, kissing her, “Good night. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Alice watched her walk back inside, admiring her large butt. Alone, she leaned back, closing her eyes, enjoying the warm water against her skin. It felt so relaxing, that she had to remind herself not to relax too much and fall asleep. She needed to thoroughly enjoy every minute that she was here since it would be a whole week before she could come back. A few moments passed, then she was startled by the sound of the door opening. Looking at the door, she was surprised to see an elderly woman stepping outside. She looked to be even older than her grandma. She was covering her body as if she didn’t want anyone to see her naked, her eyes looking around uncertainly.

Suddenly noticing Alice in the hot tub, her eyes widened as she apologized, “Oh I’m so sorry. I must have gotten turned around. I didn’t know anyone was out here.”

Alice sat up, interested, “That’s okay.”

“I won’t disturb you.”

“You’re not disturbing me,” Alice quickly reassured her, “You can come in if you want.”

Still looking unsure, the woman came over, her eyes widening, then stated, “Why, you’re just a child.”

“So?”

“You can’t be here. I shouldn’t even be here.”

“Why not?”

“Because ladies come here to…,” the woman couldn’t bring herself to continue.

“I know,” Alice grinned, “That’s why I came.”

“But why? Do your parents know where you are?”

“No,” Alice replied in a nonchalant voice. “What’s wrong with being here?”

“Because it’s illegal for you. And it’s just… wrong.”

“I don’t think it’s wrong. I want to be here. I like it.”

The woman didn’t know how to answer this. She shivered in the chilly night air. “The water’s warm,” Alice coaxed her. Still looking unsure, the woman stepped in, sitting down across from Alice.

“I just can’t believe you would come to a place like this,” the woman said.

“Then why did you come?”

The woman pursed her lips together, looking around, “I really don’t know. I’ve never done anything like this before.” Looking up, the woman said, “I suppose we should introduce ourselves. I’m Doris.”

“My name’s Alice. I’m actually pretty new here myself. This is only my second time.”

“How old are you by the way?”

“Ten.”

“Good Lord! I have great-grandchildren the same age as you,” Doris told her disapprovingly, “I still can’t believe that you actually want to be in a place like this. I can’t believe that I’m even here.”

Alice glided through the water, across the tub, to sit beside her, “Why did you come if you didn’t want to?”

“My husband passed on not too long ago. I missed him, of course, and my family and friends were able to keep me from feeling lonely, but one thing they couldn’t replace was the intimacy that he and I had. I missed that part of our relationship and so I began thinking of how to replace it. No man could ever replace Herb and I just couldn’t bring myself to share myself that way with another man. It… it just wouldn’t seem right. But a woman… especially one my age… it wouldn’t be cheating and I wouldn’t be uncomfortable showing another woman my body. So, when I found out about this place, I decided to see what it was like. I didn’t know what to expect. I was really looking for someone that I could be comfortable with. So when I came here, everyone seemed so much younger and at my age, my body isn’t what it used to be. I decided to leave and thought this was the changing room when I came out here.”

“My mom says that everyone is beautiful in their own way.”

Doris smiled, “That’s sweet of you to say, but after so many years, I’m not much to look at.”

“Well, I think you’re beautiful,” Alice rose up, sitting herself behind Doris, and wrapping her arms around the woman to cup her breasts.

“What are you doing?” Doris asked surprised.

“Doesn’t it feel nice?” Alice asked as she gently squeezed.

“Well yes, but you shouldn’t be doing such things.”

“Why not? That’s why I’m here. I want to make you feel good.”

“But you can’t just… Oh my!” Doris suddenly reacted to the little girl’s hand sliding down between her legs. Doris looked down as Alice’s fingers pushed inside her hairy pussy. Doris drew in her breath and placed her hand on Alice’s, trying to stop her. “Alice…”

“Do you want me to stop?” Alice asked.

Doris felt the little girl’s fingers wiggling around inside her, stirring up feelings that she hadn’t felt in twenty years and with her trembling breath, she groaned, “No.”

Alice snuggled up against Doris as her hands continued to roam over the woman’s body.

“I can’t remember the last time that Herb touched me like this.”

Alice propped her face upon Alice’s shoulder, whispering, “You can touch me too.”

“Oh, I couldn’t.”

“I want you to.” Alice came around, standing in front of Doris. Taking the older woman’s hand, Alice guided it over her flat immature chest. Doris pulled back, whispering worriedly, “This isn’t right.”

“It’s not wrong.”

Gradually, Doris’ hesitation faded, allowing the girl to move her hand along her young body. Then Doris was moving her hand on her own. Alice took Doris’ drooping breasts in each hand, admiring how they hung down. Doris was different than the other women, more of a kind, doting grandmother than one of the horny women inside. Doris was as much of a naïve virgin as Alice was last night, and that attracted Alice tremendously. With Doris, she didn’t feel lust as she did with the others, but more of an intimate passion. She found herself leaning closer, wanting to do something she hadn’t done with the others. She wanted to kiss Doris. She pressed her lips against Doris’. The moment was brief but magical.

When Alice pulled away, Doris sighed breathlessly, “Ohhh myyy…That was nice.”

“Yea…,” Alice agreed.

“You really like doing this?”

Alice nodded, grinning broadly. “I want to do more.”

“What?”

“Anything we want.”

Alice’s hand wandered down Doris’ belly to between her legs. Her finger sliding along the length of the woman’s vulva. Alice’s finger slipped inside, drawing a gasp. Her finger moved up and down, sometimes in a circle, creating feelings within her that Doris hadn’t felt in so long.

Doris closed her eyes, sighing quietly, her face showing a range of expressions and as her breathing deepened, she began to quietly moan.

Alice felt Doris’ legs parting. Her finger kept moving, bringing out more feelings.

“Ohh… right there…,” Doris whispered, “Oh… oh… oh… oh…”

Alice kept up a gentle pressure on Doris’s clit, causing her to make an almost crying sound.

Alice held her with her left arm as Doris held on to her, then fell back, breathing hard, whispering, “Oh… thank you… thank you… thank you so much…”

After awhile, Doris wiped her eyes, “I never thought it could feel that way.” She straightened up, thinking, “I can’t remember the last time that Herb and I were intimate. I think it was during President Reagan’s second term.”

“Who’s he?”

Doris chuckled and patted Alice’s arm, “Before your time.” Doris breathed out and looked at the little girl before her.

Alice watched her lick her lips, her hand began to reach out, then she pulled it back.

“Go on,” Alice encouraged her.

“I feel so ashamed for having these wicked thoughts about you.”

“It can’t be wicked if I want it as well.”

Doris smiled slightly, then quietly asked, “Would it be okay… if I could kiss you… down there?”

Alice smiled, “Of course,” stepping out of the tub and sitting on the edge beside Doris.

Doris’ eyes widened at the young pussy before her, “Oh my!….”

She touched it tenderly, over and over, pulled the outer lips apart to gaze at the soft pinkness inside. She leaned forward and placed her lips upon it, deeply inhaling her aroma. Then she gave it a long, slow lick.

Alice, watching this, trembling at the sheer sexual excitement of this elderly lady, who probably went to church every Sunday, doing something so passionate.

Doris continued licking her until Alice felt the familiar feeling building up inside her. Having already had an orgasm so recently, this orgasm wasn’t very strong, but it still felt nice. Doris pulled back, smiling, “Thank you so much… I hope you enjoyed that.”

“Oh, I did.,” Alice assured her, coming down again into the water and wrapping her arms around Doris before kissing her. For several minutes, they sat there, holding each other, sometimes giving little kisses and touches. “This is so wonderfully relaxing, I’m about to fall asleep. I really should get home, but I want you to know that I’ve had the most wonderful time. Would you like to visit me sometime?”

Remembering that she was also going to Julie’s house in the morning, Alice nodded, “Uh-huh, how about tomorrow around noon?”

Doris thought, “Yes, I think that could work. I’ll be going to church in the morning with my neighbor, Tammy, and then my oldest son and his family will be coming by to visit afterwards, but they never stay long. So, I think about noon will be best”

Doris hugged Alice, “Oh Alice… you’ve changed my life so much. I can’t wait to see you again.”

Doris quickly gave Alice her address, “I wish you could come home with me tonight, but I know that you need to go home yourself. Can I give you a ride?”

“No thanks. I want to stay a little longer and the lady who lives here will give me a ride.”

They both stood up, walking toward the towels folded neatly on a chair. As they dried off, Doris told her, “Thank you, Alice…thank you so much. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow.”

Alice followed Doris to the changing room, waiting while Doris got dressed and left after one last kiss.

Going over to the couches and being so comfortable in this environment, Alice knelt down before one of the women sitting and began fingering her pussy. As the woman watched, she scooted forward, opening her legs so that Alice could lick her as well.

What a world this is, Alice thought. Where else can you walk up to a strange woman and just start having sex with her.

As Alice probed her finger inside the woman, the woman responded in kind by holding on to Alice’s head. Soon, Alice felt the woman’s thighs squeezing her head and juices soaking her face.

Alice pulled back, proud of her achievement. She scooted over to the next woman sitting beside her and proceeded to lick her pussy too. And she didn’t just lick it, she mashed her face into it, smearing her juices all over her already-glistening face. Soon, she felt this woman coming too, coating Alice’s face even more.

Another woman came over, sitting down near Alice. Looking up, she recognized Susan from last night.

“I was hoping to see you again,” Susan told her happily. ­

As Alice moved towards her, Susan laid down instead, asking, “Lay on top of me so I can do you too.”

Alice stood up and carefully crawled up on top of Susan, laying herself down in a 69 position, with Susan guiding her. As Alice began playing with Susan’s pussy, she felt Susan doing the same.

After a while, Alice noticed the other women, clustered around them, silently watching, many of them rubbing their pussies. This attention spurred Alice on even more as she found that she liked the idea of them leering at her naked body, and at her licking a woman’s most private place, having her face and hair soaked with their juices. She continued licking Susan, and watched them watching her.

Turning her attention back to Susan’s pussy, she admired the little intricacies. The little bumps, the trickle of juice running down her thigh, the thing at the top that always seem to get the biggest reaction when Alice touched it.

Abruptly, Alice’s attention was drawn away by Susan’s fingernail scratching her butt crack.

“Ooh, that does feel nice.”

Alice pushed her butt back against Susan’s finger and soon felt it brushing against her butthole. Alice pulled her face away from Susan’s pussy and gasped as she felt Susan’s finger push inside. She shuddered from the feeling, closing her eyes.

With Susan’s tongue on her pussy and her finger in her butt, all thoughts of licking Susan’s pussy left her, she just wanted to relax and enjoy this. She felt another orgasm coming. It was much weaker, but still satisfying, although it made her sleepy. She laid her head down on Susan’s thigh, her finger casually moving back and forth inside Susan’s pussy, her eyes fluttering….

*****

“Alice?” Alice stirred at hearing her name. Her eyes fluttered and she looked around. Everyone seemed to be gone, except Susan, whose lap her head was resting on. She sat up, yawning, “Where is everyone?”

“They’ve gone home,” Susan answered.

Rebecca was carrying an armload of sheets towards the garage, “Oh, is she awake?”

“Yes,” Susan told her.

Rebecca commented to Alice, “Well, it looks like you really outdid yourself.”

“Huh?,” Alice asked questioningly.

“She’s talking about your hair,” Susan told her, “It’s sticking up every which way from all the pussy juice in it. Your face is covered in pussy juice too.”

Alice ran her fingers through her hair, feeling the stiffness. “Yea, I had sex with…,” she counted on her fingers, “…seven women.”

“Wow!” Susan laughed.

Seeing Alice’s tired eyes closing, Susan told her, “C’mon, let’s take a shower. I need one almost as bad as you do and then we need to get you home so you can go to bed.”

They walked into the bathroom and stepped into the shower. Susan bent over, turning on the water and adjusting it. Alice couldn’t resist placing her hands on her butt.

“You still want to go some more?” Susan teased, her eyes laughing. Alice smiled shyly. Susan turned around, lathering her hands and then soaping Alice up. Susan scrubbed the stiff locks of Alice’s hair, “If I didn’t know already, I would ask you what you have in your hair.”

Rebecca stepped into the bathroom, “I must tell you Alice, that so many of the ladies really enjoyed watching you, as well as commenting on how good you are with your tongue.”

“That she is,” Susan agreed, kissing the top of her head and then turning off the shower.

“Would you be able to take her home?” Rebecca asked her.

“Of course.”

Susan turned off the water and dried both of them off, then they went into the changing room to get dressed.

Alice yawned again, her eyes half-opened.

“It’s way past your bedtime,” Susan pulled on her bra, “I hate that I kept you up so late, but I’m so glad I did.”

“Me too,” Alice agreed, her eyes fluttering again.

“C’mon, let’s get you home.” Susan led her out to her car and drove her home.

Alice has a busy day ahead of her in Chapter 3!

by Purple Les

The tall man stood by the dying campfire, staring at the figure in the bedroll. He saw the hat resting over the face of the sleeping person, and recognized it as belonging to The Tequila Kid.

Drawing his gun, he pulled the hammer back and silently drew closer until he was almost standing over the body in the bedroll.

He fired four shots into the center of the body, paused, then shot twice into the hat. Releasing his held breath, the man holstered his empty pistol. He took a flat pint bottle of whiskey from his jacket and, with a soft, satisfied chuckle, pulled the cork out — then he heard a rifle being cocked behind him.

He gave a startled jump, and his bottle hit the ground with a dull thunk, its contents spilling into the dirt.

Grinning mirthlessly, The Kid stepped into the dim light of the fire, her Winchester cocked and ready.

*****

The Kid had been lying low in the grass near the camp. She’d fixed up the bedroll to look like she was in it, then made a big campfire and hid herself.

She’d waited almost two hours. As the fire burnt itself low, The Kid watched the man creep into the camp. As soon as she saw his hat — a battered bowler with one eagle feather in it — she recognized the man as Charlie Redeye. She’d run into the half-breed Indian before, even tangled with him a time or two.

The Kid watched as Charlie emptied his gun into what he’d thought was her, wincing when she saw two more bullet holes appear in her hat. Damn his hide, she thought.

They called the man Charlie Redeye for a reason — and The Kid knew for certain that there’d be a bottle of rotgut whiskey in his hand as soon as he holstered that empty gun. She waited for him to tug the cork out, then cocked her rifle. The startled half-breed flinched almost violently, dropping his bottle.

She stood a few feet behind him. “You’re losin’ your touch, Charlie,” The Kid said. “Time was, you wouldn’t of fallen for a sorry-ass trick like that.”

“H-howdy, Kid.” Charlie said, trying to sound calm, but his voice shook like his hands. “I knew that weren’t you. No, I just come to warn you. Big trouble.”

“You got a right peculiar way of warnin’ someone.” the Kid said slowly.

“Aw, Kid.. y’got me all wrong,” Charlie Redeye protested. “I just figgered it would be a good laugh, shootin’ up your bedroll like that.”

“Who hired you to track me?”

“Track you? What’re you talkin’ about? I just came out this way.”

“But you just said that you came to warn me, Charlie. To warn me about somethin’ by putting six bullets in me, that is. Who hired you?”

Charlie sighed. “Where’s ‘at little girl, Kid?”

“What little girl?”

“While you was out there, you found a girl on the trail and brung her here.”

“Oh, that girl. She’s dead. How’d you know it was a girl, Charlie?”

The half-breed snorted disdainfully. “You carry dead kids ‘round the desert? C’mon, Kid.”

“She weren’t dead when I picked her up. She was when I got her here. You gonna stop pussyfootin’ around, Charlie, and say who the hell hired you to come after me?”

“Don’t know what you’re talkin’ about,” the half-breed insisted, glancing down at his spilled whiskey. “You made me drop my bottle, Kid. That wasn’t nice.” He shook his head sorrowfully.

The Kid spat on the ground. “Okay, I’ve had enough of this. Charlie, put your hands in your back pockets and lay face down.”

Charlie Redeye carefully did as the Kid ordered. The Kid came over and took his gun, knife, and a derringer hidden in his boot. Then she stood back and said, “Where’s your horse, Charlie?”

Charlie didn’t answer, only said, “Where’d you bury the girl? I don’t see no dug ground anywhere.”

“How come you’re so interested in a dead girl, Charlie?”

“She’s worth some money to me.”

The Kid sighed. She wasn’t getting anywhere, even though she was the one holding the rifle. “You’re wastin’ my time, Charlie. I reckon I’ll have you dig a pit. About three foot wide, five foot deep.”

Now Charlie’s eyes shone with fear. “I got no gun, Kid. You wouldn’t shoot a man down in cold blood like that. You always play fair, ain’t that right?” He tried to keep his voice steady, but The Kid could see that Charlie was shivering.

Drawing closer, she glanced down at the half-breed’s dropped bottle, now about two-thirds empty. “Goodness me, Charlie. Was that all the liquor you had?”

“Y-yeah. There’s still some of it left, huh? Can I have me a drink, Kid? Just one.” She could hear the need in Charlie’s voice. He probably sobered himself up to steady his hand before he shot at me. So he’s been a long while without, specially for him.

Reaching for an empty cup that rested near her bedroll, The Kid said, “Get up, Charlie. Sit by them rocks over there.” Wincing as he rose to his feet, Charlie did as he was told.

The Kid had put a generous pinch of a certain herbal mixture in the cup hours before. Now she took a rag and picked up the coffee pot by the fire, then filled the cup halfway.

Moving over to where Charlie’s bottle lay, the Kid picked it up and filled the mug to the brim with whiskey. She saw Charlie lick his lips.

She placed the cup on the ground near where Charlie sat, then backed up, keeping the rifle aimed at him.

“Drink up.” The Kid said. “You’re gonna need your strength. After you dig the pit, you’re gonna get in it and I’ll fill it in. Maybe with just your head sticking up, you might give me some answers.”

Charlie slowly reached out for the cup. “I won’t give you no answers, Kid.” He quickly gulped the contents, then made a face. “Shit, what kinda coffee is that?”

The Kid laughed. “It’s an old family recipe.”

“Huh?”

She shook her head. “Nothing. Just a joke.”

He stared longingly at the bottle. “Can I have another drink, Kid? One more, that’s all.”

The Kid laughed again, louder this time. “Believe me, you’ve had all you need, Charlie.”

“What?” The half-breed’s eyes were already becoming glassy, his cheeks flushed. He started to smile, even though there was nothing to smile about. Then he fell on his side laughing.

The Kid stood patiently, waiting for the herb to take hold. Finally, she asked, “Why you care so much about some girl in the desert, Charlie?”

“Man sent me to find you and her. Get big money when the job’s done.” Charlie didn’t intend to answer, but somehow he couldn’t help himself — or stifle his laughter.

“Who’s this man?”

“Don’t know his name. I ain’t telling you nothing else, Kid.” But Charlie couldn’t stop laughing, and the words continued to flow from his lips. “He’s a huge fella. Black curly hair. Big mustache. Flat nose. Has a voice like a boulder rollin’ down a hill.” Charlie’s mind told him to shut up, but his mouth wouldn’t quit. “I ain’t sayin’ no more, Kid,” Charlie paused, then burst into laughter again. “I don’t know who he works for,” he managed between giggles. “And that’s the truth. Never found out his name, either.”

“Where did you say your horse was, Charlie?”

Charlie Redeye laughed so hard he farted. Then he gasped, “She’s — she’s tied up just south of here.” Turning his head, he puked, then passed out.

Filling the empty cup with spring water, The Kid dashed it in Charlie’s face. He came to, spluttering.

Standing above him, her voice tight with anger, she asked, “Why do they care so much about the girl, damn you?”

He was dazed, slurring his words. “I dunno. But… but they have plenty money for me if she dead. No matter how I find girl, get… get big money for her dead.” Charlie lost consciousness again, and The Kid knew that he wouldn’t awaken for hours.

She quickly found the horse, led him back to the camp and let him drink his fill, then tied him by the sweet grass where he could eat. Taking the rope off the saddle, she tied up Charlie Redeye, loosely enough that he’d eventually manage to free himself. Spreading his bedroll out, she shoved him onto it, then dragged him over to the rocks, cursing all the while. He’d put on weight since they’d last met.

Now to go fetch Button, she told herself. As she passed by her bedroll, The Kid spied her hat. Pausing to pick it up, she shook her head sadly, fingering a couple of the bullet holes that perforated it. Hell’s bells, I spent five bucks for this hat. Look at it now.

Clapping it on her head with a shrug, The Kid ran down to Arabella, hoping the girl had managed to keep her nerve. “Button?” she called out as she drew close.

She gave silent thanks when the girl popped up from her hiding place and raced to meet her. Arabella had heard the shots and was frightened, but trusted The Kid’s words and stayed put.

When they met, Arabella squeezed The Kid tightly about the waist. The Kid hugged her back, giving the child a kiss on the forehead.

“It’s okay now, Button. Let’s go back to camp. We’ll have a bite and some coffee, then head on out of here.”

Arabella stared at the bound, unconscious man as they approached the fire. “I heard the shots, Kid. I was mighty scared, but I did like you said.”

The Kid reached out to playfully tousle the girl’s hair. “And I’m real proud of you for keeping the promise you made, Button. You helped me a lot.”

They ate a hasty breakfast, then made preparations to depart. While Arabella washed herself in the spring, The Kid went through Charlie Redeye’s saddle bags. She took apart his rifle and pistol and threw them in the water, along with his knife, but decided to keep the derringer. The Kid found three bottles of whiskey in the saddle bags and broke all but one on the rocks. She set that bottle near Charlie, then filled his canteen with water. She was tempted to help herself to some of his beef jerky, but finally decided to leave Charlie’s food untouched in his saddlebag.

Moments later, The Kid and Arabella broke camp. Untying the horse, The Kid set the girl on the front of the saddle, then mounted just behind her.

“What about that man?” Arabella asked, glancing over at Charlie.

“I reckon he’ll sleep about twelve hours, then spend another couple hours gettin’ untied. Don’t worry, Button, he’ll be fine.”

Arabella looked around, a puzzled expression on her face. “Where’s all them chickens we been eating?”

“I reckon they run off somewheres,” the Kid replied, smiling to herself as she got the horse walking.

As they rode downstream, the creek grew bigger and the grass got thicker. It was early in the morning, and The Kid figured they could travel for three, maybe four hours before it got too hot. She could handle it, but wasn’t sure about Arabella.

After awhile she noticed that sometimes Arabella would push herself up against the saddle horn, smile and then ease off. The Kid knew just what she was up to, and had to grin herself. As time passed, the shirt Arabella wore had ridden up to her thighs, giving The Kid a good look at the little girl’s bare legs. Gotta admit, I like what I see. She’s a sure ‘nough cutie, no doubt about it.

They dismounted around 10 AM by some shady trees, to eat and rest the horse. The Kid took some hardtack from her bag and shared it with Arabella. It was the last of their food, and there wasn’t much of it.

Taking a slug from the canteen, The Kid studied the girl. “Listen, Button. I want us to play a little game where we don’t use your real name for a spell. Okay?”

Arabella shrugged. “Okay. How come?”

“No good reason, I guess. Just humor me.”

“If you say so, Kid.” They fell silent, gnawing at the stale hardtack.

“Say, Button. You’re a pretty smart girl, ain’t ya?” The Kid asked as she swallowed her last bite.

Arabella brushed crumbs from the front of the oversized shirt. “Well, I can read and write, and cypher some. Why?”

Reaching into her saddlebag, The Kid withdrew all the papers that she’d gathered from the dead men in the badlands. She handed them to Arabella. “I never learned to read. Could you tell me what these say?”

The Kid listened carefully as Arabella read through the papers aloud. Some of the words were too difficult for her, and the handwriting on a few pages was mostly illegible, but the girl did her best, gamely making her way through the lot. The Kid put aside any papers that seemed like they’d be of use in court, but held onto the rest just in case.

As they cleaned up and got ready to leave Arabella said, “Um, I got to tell you something bad I done, Kid.”

“What would that be, Button?” The Kid asked, genuinely puzzled.

The ten-year-old blushed and stared at the ground, but forced herself to continue. “Back when we was at the rocks, I watched while you diddled yourself. You thought I was asleep, but I just pretended. I’m sorry, Kid. I shouldn’t have, but I couldn’t help it.”

The Kid smiled. She liked the word the girl used. Diddled. It sent a warmness between her legs, thinking of the little girl watching as she touched herself. She said, “Well, I guess I don’t mind none, though if I’d knowed you was awake, I would of waited till later.” She paused, studying the child’s embarrassed face. “Did it bother you, seein’ me do that?”

“Gosh, no! You’re beautiful, Kid.” Arabella shyly replied. “I didn’t know there was anyone who diddled, ‘cept for me and my sister. She showed me how, and we liked doin’ it together.” Realizing what she said, Arabella blushed again. “Um… I hope you don’t think I’m bad cause of that.”

“Not a bit.” The Kid answered.

They mounted the horse and set off again. After a few hours, the trail grew smooth and clear, so the Kid got the horse up to a trot for a spell. Then she slowed him down to a walk, furrowing her brow as she sniffed at the air. “Think I smell a wood-burnin’ stove, Button. That means there’s a farm or a ranch up ahead.”

“There is?” replied Arabella who, much as she loved The Kid’s company, was growing weary of being on horseback. “Are we gonna go there?”

“We’ll pay ‘em a visit, at least… if they’ve got a barn, maybe they’ll let us bunk down in it for the night.” She coaxed the horse into a gallop.

Moments later, they came to a small cabin, which did have a barn close by. The Kid dismounted and walked the horse toward the cabin while Arabella remained in the saddle.

A woman emerged from the barn, a shotgun cradled under her arm. The Kid stopped and the horse made a snorting noise. Arabella sat silently.

The woman gave them a hard stare. The Kid said, “Howdy.”

The woman hadn’t raised the shotgun yet. She said, “Howdy. You folks is a ways off the trail.” The Kid hadn’t bothered wearing her guns, since she had no ammo left for them.

The older woman stared at a young woman dressed like a man in Levi denim pants, cowboy boots, a grey and white checkered shirt, green corduroy vest, and a battered hat filled with holes. She also took note of the bright blue eyes, rusty red hair in braids and tattoos on the woman’s chin. It made her think of some stories she’d heard.

Then she looked closer at the child on the horse, an ordinary cute-looking little girl who seemed to be wearing nothing except a man’s shirt.

“Ma’am,” the Kid started, “We both of us ran into a peck of trouble back in the badlands. Me and the girl been riding together since.”

“Go on,” the woman said, taking a few steps closer to the strangers to get a better look and save her voice. “What you want here?”

“Well, ma’am. We was hopin’ maybe you’d let us bed down for the night in your barn. It smells like rain tonight. If you’d be so kind, we’d leave in the mornin’ first thing, ‘specially if you could direct us to the nearest town.”

The woman looked at them and considered the request. “Well, I reckon that would be all right. I don’t get much company up here. Why don’t I show you where to bed your horse, then we can have us some coffee and get acquainted.”

“We thank you right kindly, ma’am.” the Kid said as she helped Arabella off the horse. The child’s shirt rode up as she climbed down, and The Kid saw a prickle of interest in the woman’s eyes as she got a brief glimpse of Arabella’s bare bottom.

“Listen,” the woman said, “My name ain’t ‘ma’am’, it’s Annie. Annie Bloom.”

Extending her hand, The Kid and said, “Pleased to meet you, Annie. This pretty li’l flower don’t know her real name. So I call her Button.”

“Pleased to meet you, Mrs. Bloom.” Arabella said, shaking Annie’s hand. “We’re much obliged to you for your kindness.”

Annie Bloom smiled and said, “It’s Miss Bloom, and you’re welcome, Button.”

The Kid thought for a moment, looking at Annie. The woman was maybe in her thirties. She wore a skirt that went down to her boots and a plain white blouse — clothes made for farm work. Her dark brown hair was pulled back, tied with a faded blue ribbon. Her face was tanned and weather-beaten, but twinkling blue eyes showed a kindness hidden under the woman’s gruff exterior. Her hands were small but looked strong, and she seemed to have a husky figure, but it was hard to tell through her clothes.

Now Annie Bloom was looking in her direction. “Well now, stranger, what’s your name?”

The Kid took off her hat and held it to her chest. “Folks round these parts know me as The Tequila Kid.”

She knew from experience that this name would either bring trouble right off or be admired, and waited to see which. She was relieved when Annie grinned and said, “I had me a feelin’ you might be her. Well, this is gonna be a right fine time. I’m lookin’ forward to hearin’ some good stories tonight!”

Annie led them to the barn, so The Kid could get the horse settled in, then back to her cabin, where she put on the coffee pot. Turning to her guests, she rubbed her hands together briskly. “Well, it’s still a mite early… but what would you folks say to some supper?”

“Much obliged, Annie,” The Kid replied with a nod. “Right now, I can’t think of anything I’d like better.”

“Yes, please!” Arabella cried. “Thank you, Miss Bloom.”

The woman gestured toward a rough-hewn oak table with a bench and one chair. “Sit yourselves down.”

There was a wooden pie safe up against the northern wall of the cabin. Annie opened it, reached inside and emerged with an iron skillet, a golden crust circling the inside. “Made cornbread yesterday, and–” she took out a large tin pan filled with slabs of meat “–I got some dried venison. Cured it myself.”

“Looks mighty good,” The Kid said. “I’m ‘bout hungry enough to eat the table.”

Annie got some plates from a cupboard and passed them around, then took a long steel knife and cut generous slices of the cornbread, handing one to Arabella and one to The Kid, putting a third on her own plate.

Seating herself, she grinned at her guests. “Good bread, good meat — good gracious, let’s eat!” With that, they tucked in, and all conversation ceased for the moment.

The Kid had been right about the approaching rain. The sky grew dark, the wind began to howl and fat raindrops beat against the roof and windows. Inside the cabin, however, all was cozy, warmed by a pot-bellied stove that Annie occasionally fed with chunks of wood.

As they relaxed after their meal, Annie reached into the cupboard and brought out an earthenware jug. “Care for a taste?” she said.

“I wouldn’t say no,” The Kid replied with a smile.

“What is it?” asked Arabella, curious as always.

“Not for youngsters,” Annie said.

“Oh, that,” the girl said, making a face. “I had a sip of that stuff once before. It’s bad.”

Pulling the cork, Annie handed the jug to The Kid. “Let’s see what you think.”

The Kid took a pull — then her eyes went wide, and she exhaled noisily. “Mercy me!” she exclaimed, passing it back to the hostess. “That’s mighty strong.”

“Corn liquor, mostly,” the woman said, then took a generous swig. “This old boy I know cooks it. Got him a still down the road a piece. He puts somethin’ else ‘sides corn in it, but won’t tell no one what. Go on, have you another taste.”

They passed the jug back and forth once more each, then The Kid said, “That’s enough for me, Annie. Long ride tomorrow, I reckon.”

Just then, Arabella yawned deeply, and The Kid laughed. “My, my. I see a little girl who needs her some shut-eye. Whyn’t you lay down, Button? I’ll spread the bedroll out for you.”

Arabella made a face. “Don’t wanna be sleepy,” she pouted. “I wanna stay up and hear you tell stories, Kid.” But she yawned again. “Oh… hellfire!”

“We gotta rest up, Button,” The Kid said, already on her feet and preparing the bedroll. “Have to be back on the horse and on the trail first thing tomorrow. I’ll tell you stories while we ride, how ‘bout that?”

“Okay, I guess,” the drowsy little girl mumbled as she laid herself down. “I can still listen to you now, can’t I?”

“Course you can,” The Kid said, seating herself back at the table, winking at Annie. “Let’s see. I reckon the most exciting thing I ever done as a Ranger was when I rode in a posse that was chasin’ after Beefsteak Kelly and his gang.”

Annie nodded eagerly. “I heard tell of him.”

“Kelly was a handful and then some, sure ‘nough,” The Kid continued. “He was this wild Irishman who come out west when Boston got too hot for him and his boys…”

The Kid’s tale had Annie sitting on the edge of her chair, sometimes laughing and beating her hand on the table, or wide-eyed in awe.

As for Arabella, the rain, the warmth from the stove and the women’s voices soon lulled her into slumber. Within minutes, she was dead to the world.

Glancing over at the sleeping child, Annie shook her head. “Poor little mite… she’s been through a lot, ain’t she?” She stood, went over to her bed and took the top blanket away, then covered the little girl with it. Seating herself across from The Kid, she gazed evenly at the younger woman. “Tell me, how’d you come to be ridin’ in the middle of nowhere with a little girl who’s got nothin’ on but a man’s shirt? She ain’t no kin of yours, I can see that much.”

The Kid told Annie most of their story, but kept the details vague. It wouldn’t do to share information that might bring bad trouble down on this kindly woman. She did talk about what had happened to Button’s family… and Annie had to know, just as The Kid knew, that this child’s folks probably hadn’t been killed by real Indians, but white men in disguise.

When The Kid had finished talking, Annie sat motionless for awhile, then looked over at the dozing girl, sadly shaking her head. “Awful young to know such sorrow.” She turned back to The Kid. “Take good care of her, will you?”

“Like she was my own,” The Kid replied, determination in her voice.

“I believe you will,” Annie said, then stood, picking up the oil lamp from the table. “Well, I reckon it’s time to hit the hay.” She gazed at The Kid, a hint of shyness in her smile. “I wouldn’t think of lettin’ you stay out in that drafty barn tonight. And you’d only wake the child if you climb in the bedroll with her. Why don’t you bunk down with me?”

The Kid eyed Annie up and down and said, “Sure, why not.”

There was a chipped porcelain ewer on a small table next to the bed, with a large bowl beside it. Annie poured clean water into the bowl, then stripped completely naked and washed herself with a worn flannel — first her face, then under the arms and between her legs.

The Kid watched her every step of the way. Annie had a pleasing body, with breasts a little smaller than she thought they’d be, but they were still nice. The rest of her figure was wiry, but firm.

Annie turned to The Kid, gesturing toward the bowl. “Care to wash up?”

“Don’t mind if I do,” she replied, unbuttoning her shirt. Undressing completely, The Kid cleaned herself as Annie had done, washing off the sweat of the trail as best she could.

Annie looked the young woman up and down as she bathed, thinking that she’d never seen a lovelier body.

“Much obliged for that,” The Kid said, draping the flannel over the edge of the bowl. “Should I dump this water out back?”

You can leave it there,” Annie replied. She picked up her nightgown. “I most often sleep in the raw, but since I got company, I can put this on.”

The Kid shook her head. “Don’t think of me as company. I like sleepin’ raw too.” She took the nightgown from Annie’s hand and threw it aside. Drawing close, she gave the older woman a soft kiss on the mouth, then patted the bed, whispering, “Sit down, Annie.”

Annie silently obeyed, staring up at The Kid, her eyes dancing with excitement.

“Now, how can I thank you for your hospitality, Miss Bloom?” the Kid asked. “Maybe like this, for starters.”

She got down on her knees and spread Annie’s legs apart, bending down to nuzzle the woman’s inner thighs, her kisses traveling higher and higher until her lips were brushing Annie’s wet labia. Extending her tongue, The Kid gently traced the opening of her new lover’s slit.

Sighing blissfully, Annie placed her hands on the back of the Kid’s head. “Tarnation, Kid. You can do that to me forever.”

Now available!  The next thrilling installment — namely, Chapter Four! 

by Girl Lover

Ten-year-old Alice walked along the sidewalk on her way home from school, peering through the trees at the mysterious, old, two-storey house, set far back from the street. All the kids at school believed that it was haunted and many of the boys would tell of how they had visited the house in the dead of night and told the most interesting tales of seeing ghosts. To Alice it didn’t look particularly creepy during the day, but she could imagine how it would look at night. Perhaps it was her sense of adventure and curiosity. Perhaps it was the chance of seeing a ghost with her own eyes, but Alice was determined to discover whether or not the old house was haunted.

*****

That night, after her parents went to bed, Alice listened carefully for any sounds from them but heard only silence. She thought again about how crazy this was; sneaking out this late at night to check out a haunted house. With her heart racing from excitement, she got out of bed and quickly got dressed, then climbed out of her window, dropping to the ground below.

The streets were silent as she walked quickly down the darkened road. Every now and then, a car would pass by. Several minutes later, she saw the house up ahead. Surprisingly, there were lights showing in all the windows, and a lot of cars in the long driveway leading up to it.

Hearing voices and laughter coming from the side, Alice crept through the darkness of the front yard towards a wooden fence, along the side of the house. Peering through the boards of the fence, Alice couldn’t believe what she saw.

There was a patio with a large hot tub embedded in it. Inside the hot tub were two middle-aged women, who looked completely naked. They were touching each other and occasionally kissing. A door opened and a third woman came out of the house, who was also completely naked. She stepped into the hot tub and began touching both of the other women.

Her mouth wide open in shock, Alice excitedly watched the women as they kissed each other’s bodies. What sort of haunted house was this? One of the women stood up and turned towards the fence, giving Alice an excellent view of her full hanging breasts.

Wooow! Alice breathed out quietly. All thoughts of searching for ghosts were gone. But as her eyes sparkled with delight, the three women climbed out of the hot tub and began drying off. Then they went inside the house, much to Alice’s disappointment.

Knowing there was no way she was simply going back home after what she had just seen, Alice left the fence and walked towards the house, hoping to peer into a window, in hope of seeing more. She went quickly from window to window, but all of them were covered with curtains, so she couldn’t see inside. However, she heard muffled noises and voices coming from each window. She was just barely able to see into part of one room, in which other women, not the ones from the hot tub, were lying naked on a bed, kissing.

Suddenly a car pulled up. Scared, Alice froze, hoping that she wouldn’t be spotted. The car parked and an older woman, about as old as her grandmother, got out. The woman walked up to the front door, opened it and stepped inside, closing the door behind her. Shortly after, another car pulled up and another older woman got out and went inside.

The door isn’t even locked! Before the door closed, Alice, peeking around the corner of the house, just managed to see other naked women embracing on a couch inside. Curiouser and curiouser. Are they all naked? Alice wondered. She had to see more, but how?

What if I just open the door and look inside? She walked up to the door, a nervous excitement in her stomach, almost queasy. This is it! Holding her breath, she opened the door and saw a large living room with a stairway towards the right. Further into the living room, she could see several women, all naked, lying in each other’s arms on several couches. As she stared, her mouth hanging open, a naked woman came out of a doorway to the left.

“Why, hello there,” she greeted Alice enthusiastically.

Her mouth still open, Alice looked at the woman in fright.

“Don’t be frightened,” the woman continued, “Would you like to come inside?”

Dumbfounded, Alice nodded her head, unable to speak for the moment.

The woman was considerably older than her mother and slightly chubby. Her medium-length hair was starting to turn grey and her breasts drooped down. She extended her hand out to Alice and without knowing what she was doing, Alice took it, letting the woman lead her inside the room on the left.

“You can get undressed in here,” the woman told Alice, as if she had been expecting her all along.

Alice looked around at the piles of clothes on a shelf against the wall. She looked at the woman and saw the woman looking back expectantly. After a moment of confusion and wondering what she should do, her curiosity got the better of her and Alice found herself pulling her T-shirt off over her head. As she also pulled off her shoes and pants, her mind whirred as to what she was doing. She was actually taking off her clothes! Feeling the air upon her bare skin, she laid her clothes and shoes neatly on an empty spot on the shelf, then instinctively covered herself as she turned back towards the woman. Her mind boggled. I am naked in a house full of strangers.

The woman took her hand and led her out of the room.

“Let me show you around since this is your first time here. By the way, my name’s Rebecca. What’s yours?”

Alice looked up at her as they walked hand in hand.

“Alice.”

“Well, Alice, there’s a hot tub outside…,” Rebecca pointed to the left towards a glass patio door, “several bedrooms, and the loft is upstairs,” she pointed to the top of the stairs. “Enjoy yourself.”

Rebecca trailed her finger down Alice’s arm, then walked away toward one of the couches to join another woman there.

For several moments, Alice stood there, alone and naked, wondering what to do. This was so far beyond what she expected to happen when she came here. Drawn to the darkness of the loft upstairs, she walked over and slowly climbed the stairs, feeling the carpeted steps under her bare feet. Upstairs, all of the lights were off, casting everything into darkness. A hallway lay to her right, but what drew her attention were the soft muffled sounds coming from the darkness ahead. Walking forward slowly so as not to stumble, the soft moans became louder. Her fingers felt the soft fabric of a couch. She sat down on it and strained to see anything in the darkness, but couldn’t.

Suddenly, she gasped and jumped. Something was touching her leg. Someone’s hand. She turned towards where the hand was coming from, but as before, there was only darkness. Her breathing quickened both in exhilaration and fear, but the hand gently rubbing against her skin put her at ease. The hand slid slowly upwards towards her missy.

Curious, Alice reached out to the hand and touched it, then slid her hand up the arm in order to get a sense of the person behind the hand. Alice’s hand reached the shoulder and moved slowly downward across the chest. As her hand felt the unmistakable contours of a breast, her eyes widened in shock. Her hand continued slowly down the breast until she felt a nipple, then she jerked her hand back. She had just felt a woman’s breast.

The woman’s hand touched her missy. At the same time, she felt another hand, on the other side, touching her. She sat still and didn’t move, her heart pounding from excitement. After the initial shock of being touched, Alice began to relax as it began to feel nice, like a massage. She felt her legs being pushed apart, then something warm and wet against her missy. She sucked in her breath as a strange, wonderful feeling flooded her attention.

Her hands reached out, touching a woman’s head between her legs. The feeling inside her continued, growing stronger until it became too much, causing her to cry out.

“Oh! Oh! Oh! OOOOHHHHHHhhhh!”

Her arms and legs went rigid as she winced, then as quickly as it had begun, it passed.

Alice collapsed into exhaustion, gasping for air, wondering what just happened to her. Eventually her strength returned and she heard the woman to the right of her whisper, “Do me now.”

Not understanding, Alice asked, “Do what?”

“Lick me.”

Still not understanding, Alice asked, “What do I do?”

The woman whispered, “Get on the floor between my legs and lick my pussy.” Remembering how it felt, Alice reasoned that there must be something about touching a pussy that makes it feel good.

Sliding down onto the floor and placing her hands on the woman’s legs, she slowly leaned forward and, with her hand, felt a thick thatch of hair hiding the woman’s pussy. Using her fingers to explore, she parted the pussy lips and smelled it to see if it smelled like pee. It didn’t, then she pressed her tongue into it. The woman’s pubic hair tickled her nose as she experienced so many sensations. Hot! Wet! Soft! Slightly tangy! She began giving little licks as if it were an ice cream cone.

Oh, my God! Alice thought excitedly, I’m doing this! I’m actually doing this! I’m licking a woman’s pussy!

As she licked, she felt fingers, from the woman behind her, touching her missy and butthole. She gasped, her butt cheeks clenching as she felt a finger poke inside her anus. At that moment, the woman in front of her suddenly moaned loudly, bucking her legs against Alice’s face and crying out. Alice felt something wet squirt onto her face and pulled back in surprise, wiping her face.

Did she just pee on me? It didn’t smell like pee, although it did have an odor.

But what surprised her even more was when she heard the woman behind her, still fingering her bottom, whisper, “God, I love your ass!”

Alice froze in panic as she heard the voice. It was Ms Kruse, her teacher! With her finger in her butt! She thought of school, earlier that day, to Ms Kruse teaching them. Moments later, she felt Ms Kruse pull her finger out and then to Alice’s shock, something soft and wet pressing against her butthole.

Oh! My! God! She’s licking my butt! My teacher is licking my butt!

A minute later, the woman sitting on the couch in front of her stood up and walked away. Alice, her eyes accustomed to the dark, watched her leave as she heard Ms Kruse behind her, stand up and then sit down in front of her. Alice stared at her teacher’s face, trying to see her, but it was too dark.

Ms Kruse was a young woman in her thirties with shoulder-length blond hair and an average body.

Alice looked at Ms Kruse’s pussy, but could see nothing, so she reached out and touched it. Unlike the other woman’s, Ms Kruse’s pussy was as hairless as hers.

Alice felt her teacher’s hand on her head, guiding it towards her pussy. As she did with the other woman, Alice licked her teacher’s pussy. Ms Kruse held her face against her it, cooing with every little lick that Alice gave her.

“You are so fucking good,” Ms Kruse moaned. Alice didn’t know exactly what to make of that statement, but it seemed that her teacher was enjoying what Alice was doing to her.

“Stick your finger in me,” Ms Kruse told her. Alice grimaced at the request, but hesitantly reached out with her finger and slowly pushed it inside her teacher’s pussy.

“Oh, yeees!” Ms Kruse really seemed to like that.

Curious, Alice pulled her finger out and stuck it in again.

A long, low moan came from her teacher. “Fuck my pussy.”

Alice’s eyes widened at her teacher’s words. She was beginning to enjoy this. Shortly, Alice felt Ms Kruse’s body tremble as she grunted loudly and then felt her teacher’s pussy juices flooding Alice’s mouth.

Alice tasted the liquid in her mouth, still wondering if it was pee.

What else could it be?

Her teacher’s grip on her head relaxed as Alice pulled back, listening to her teacher’s heaving breathing. As Alice watched and waited, wondering what her teacher would do, Ms Kruse simply said, “Thank you” and got up and left, having no idea that she just had sex with one of her fourth-grade students.

Looking around, Alice didn’t hear anyone around her and seemed to be alone in the loft. Standing up, she went over to the hall, curious if anyone was in the bedrooms.

Coming to the first doorway, she peeked in to see two couples laying on the bed, having sex. Unlike the loft, the lights were on so Alice could see every detail of their bodies. Engrossed with each other, the couples didn’t see Alice as she silently walked in. For a few minutes, she watched them quietly, till one of the women noticed her and motioned her to come over.

Alice did and the woman scooted over and patted the bed between her and the woman beside her. Alice crawled up on the bed as the women began fondling her. She, in turn, felt their bodies, closing her eyes as she relished the massage. The feeling was indescribable. Quiet giggles came to her ears as eight hands ran along her body, then a touch of something wet and warm between her legs. Then fingers lightly pressing under her knees, urging her legs up. Alice lifted her legs up, holding them back with her hands, as she felt a finger probe inside her.

At the same time her eyes widened in surprise as one of the women held her own breast out, guiding it towards Alice’s mouth, then pushing it against her lips. As her mouth opened, the breast fell into it. Being new to all this, she didn’t know quite what to do with this woman’s boob filling her mouth.

Seeing that Alice wasn’t reacting as she expected, the woman told her, “Lick the nipple…That’s it. Now bite it too.”

Alice’s eyes popped open at this, then she gently closed her teeth onto the woman’s nipple, looking at her expectantly.

“Yes…just like that,” the woman encouraged her. Alice tried to keep biting the nipple, but the tongue in her missy kept distracting her.

“Oh…,” she moaned, “That feels so good…”

“How about this?” A voice asked, feeling a finger pushing inside her missy.

“Y-yes…,” she stammered, “S-s-so g-good…” Her arms and legs trembled as her hips bucked up against the gently massaging hand.

“That’s it… you’re almost there…,” the women encouraged her as she whimpered.

Eventually, she began feeling that strange sensation between her legs that she felt earlier in the loft. A gasp escaped her lips as the strange incredible feeling again took her and held her tight.

“Oh… y-y-yes! … Oh!… Oh! ….”

Her back arched as her orgasm crashed within her. She groaned out loud.

“Huh… huh… huh… huh… huh… huh…”

She laid limply on the bed, her legs momentarily jerking. Her strength gone and gasping for air.

“You, okay?” She heard a strange voice. She turned towards the voice and saw a smiling middle-age woman sitting beside her. Another woman on the other side gently rubbed her legs. The other two women were gone.

“Did you like that?” The woman asked.

Alice nodded shyly.

“You were asleep for a few minutes and me and Susan wanted to make sure you were alright.”

Alice yawned as the woman said, “We were about to take a quick shower before leaving. Do you want to join us?”

Alice nodded as she sat up.

The women got up and walked out of the room with Alice following them. They went into a bathroom and Susan turned on the shower and the two women stepped inside and began soaping each other up. Alice stepped into the shower and Susan and the other woman soaped her up as well.

She began sliding her soapy hands over the women’s bodies as they smiled down at her. Then she soaped up her hands really good and scrubbed her face.

“Two women peed on me earlier,” she mentioned.

“What?” Susan exclaimed in a half-laughing voice.

“She means they squirted on her,” the other woman explained.

Susan laughed.

“They didn’t pee on you. They…,” the woman paused, not sure of how to explain it.

“It’s something that some women do when they come,” Susan explained, “It’s sorta like a watery fluid that comes out of a pussy.”

A few minutes later, they turned the water off and stepped out, drying themselves off. Both women kissed her goodnight and walked off towards the changing room to get dressed.

Alice went back towards the bedrooms to see who else was there, but the bedrooms and loft were empty. She went downstairs and saw the woman who had let her into the house, Rebecca, going around collecting all the bedsheets covering the couches. She seemed to be alone as she looked up.

“Oh. Hi. I thought everyone had left. I was just collecting all the sheets so I could wash them.”

Alice went over to the nearby couch and began helping her pull off the sheets. Seeing an odd-shaped pink tube, Alice picked it up and was surprised to find that the whole thing seem to be rubber and was sticky.

“What’s this?,” she held it out to Rebecca.

“Oh, that’s a dildo. Some ladies enjoy using it so I leave a few out here and upstairs.”

Alice looked at it, “How do they use it?”

“They stick it in their pussy. Or in someone else’s.”

Alice’s eyes widened in surprise, looking at it some more.

“But how does it fit in there?”

“Oh it does. Probably not inside you since you’re so little, but in a grownup, it will.”

Looking at how long the rubber phallus was, Alice wondered.

“Does it hurt?”

Rebecca snickered, “No, it feels really nice. Not everyone enjoys it. For those that do, it’s available. Can you go upstairs and bring me the sheets on the couches and beds?” Rebecca asked.

Alice quickly ran upstairs, collected all the sheets and carried them down again. Alice followed Rebecca as she carried the sheets into the garage and began putting them into the washing machine.

As the water began filling up the washer, Rebecca turned to ask Alice, “I never got to ask you, how did you find out about my parties?”

“I thought your house was haunted”

Rebecca gave her a funny look, “Excuse me?”

“All the kids at school say its haunted.”

Rebecca smiled at her, “What do you think?”

Alice smiled back, “I don’t think it’s haunted.”

“Did you have a good time?”

Alice smiled even more, “Uh-huh!”

“Well, I began having these parties every Friday and Saturday night after realizing how many older women there were, who are alone but would like to get together with other women for a little fun. Most lesbians are only looking for a young girl, not an older woman who may have a few more wrinkles and grey hair. I must say you’re definitely the youngest person who has shown up. Would you like to come back tomorrow night?”

“Really?,” Alice asked excitedly, “I would love to!”

“The door will be open, just come on in when you arrive.”

Rebecca walked back into the house and looked at the clock. It was after one in the morning.

“Goodness it’s late,” she remarked, “Let me drive you home so you won’t have to walk.”

She went to her room and quickly put on some sweats, then led Alice to the changing room by the front door and waited while Alice got dressed. They walked outside into the cool night air and Rebecca drove her home.

Several minutes later, as she laid in her own bed, Alice found herself unable to fall asleep, reflecting on everything that had happened. Six women had had sex with her; one of them being her teacher. She knew that this was not going to be a one-time thing. She was going to go back tomorrow and every other weekend. She fell asleep imagining what would happen tomorrow night.

Could ladies’ night on Saturday be even better? Let’s find out in Chapter 2!

by Purple Les

The Tequila Kid kept quiet as Arabella stared at the clear blue sky and began to talk. Not really talking to the Kid. More like talking to herself to get her thoughts in order.

“I’m Arabella Elizabeth Hodgekiss. I’m ten years old. My Pa sold his store in Ohio where we lived, and he took me, my Ma, my big sister and my little brother out west. We went with other people in a wagon train. They were all following this boy who said he talked to God. The boy was just twelve, but said he’d been chosen to be His prophet. They was like Mormons but different, cause they only took one wife.

When we got out west, my Pa left us with them and went to look for gold. He was gone for months. When Pa came back, he said we’d go back home to Ohio, cause we was rich now. We stopped at Adobe Wells on the way back, so he could take care of his bank business. My grandma lives there, too, so we stayed with her. When we went to leave, my little brother Dan had a fever, so Pa decided to leave him with Grandma. When he got better, she was gonna come back to Ohio with him.”

The Kid looked thoughtfully at Arabella. The girl’s fine features matched those of the little boy, the one she had tried to save. More than the family resemblance, the doctor at Adobe Wells had called the boy Dan. The Tequila Kid was certain now that the old woman and little boy were Arabella’s kin.

Arabella continued in a soft, flat voice. “Three days out on the trail, we was attacked by Indians. Pa saw them coming. Cause I was small, he put me in a broken water barrel on the covered wagon. Ma said to me to stay hid. That if I saw a chance to get away, to run and not look back.”

“I watched through the hole in the barrel, and I could see the Indians ride at us. Pa was trying to outrun them, but they overtook us and knocked our wagon over. The barrel went rolling off with me inside. Through the hole I could see them. They tied Pa to the wagon and beat him and kept askin’ him something over and over, but I couldn’t hear what it was.”

The Kid watched as Arabella’s eyes welled up with tears and her voice got softer. “They raped my sister and Ma. I saw them kill my Ma. They said my sister was next unless Pa talked. That’s when I snuck out of the barrel. I crawled away to where no one could see me, and then I ran.”

Arabella began to shake and cry as she said over and over, “I ran. Had to g-get help. Too scared to stop. I kept runnin’ till I couldn’t run no more. That’s all I remember.” With that, the girl broke down completely, her thin body racked by helpless sobs.

The Kid held Arabella and comforted her as best she could, but it took nearly half an hour for the girl to cry herself out and fall asleep. Carrying her over to where the bedroll was spread out, The Tequila Kid carefully laid Arabella down and covered her up.

Rolling herself a smoke, The Kid strolled around the water hole and the rocks, lost in thought. Some pieces of the puzzle fell into place. Some didn’t. There hadn’t been any Indians anywhere in the vicinity of Adobe Wells for years, much less any attacks. Anyhow, she’d never heard of an Indian behaving the way Arabella had described.

The more The Kid reasoned it out, the more certain she was that these were white outlaws who were dressed as Indians, out to rob Mr. Hodgekiss of his gold — the same outlaws she’d caught red-handed fleeing the bank.

The same sons of bitches who raped and killed Button’s brother and grandma, she told herself. And at least one of ‘em is still out there.

The way The Kid figured it, the Hodgekiss family had been followed out of town so they could be robbed of their gold. When it wasn’t found on the trail with the family, the outlaws rode back to town and tortured the son and grandmother to see it they had it. That must be how they knew the gold was in the bank.

The Kid studied the stars in the sky for a long time, turning over different angles of the mystery in her mind. Finally she got under the bedroll with Arabella and went to sleep.

The Tequila Kid woke at dawn. Arabella was still dozing soundly. The Kid walked over to the water hole to wash her face. Out of the corner of her eye, she spied motion in the grass. Realizing it was a jack rabbit, she whipped out her knife and threw it, spearing the animal before it could flee.

She restarted the fire, cleaned and skinned the rabbit carcass, rubbed it with seasoning from her herb pouch, impaled it with a small iron skewer taken from her saddle bag, then propping the whole thing over the fire with a couple of foot-long Y-shaped sticks she kept. Long as she lived, The Kid would be grateful to her adopted Mojave mother who had taught her the secrets of cooking.

She made a pot of coffee while the meat sizzled, occasionally turning the spit so it would roast evenly.

“Morning, Kid.” Arabella said, rubbing sleep from her eyes as she sat up. “What smells so good?”

The Tequila Kid thought for a moment and then said, “We’re having us some roasted chicken for breakfast. How’s that sound?”

“That sounds great!”

She sounds more like an ordinary little girl today, The Kid thought. “Well, it’s almost ready, Button. Why don’t you wash up some, then we’ll eat.”

After breakfast, The Kid gave Arabella the task of looking for sticks of wood for that night’s fire, while she cleaned up the camp. After that, they rested on the bedroll in the shade of the rocks. The Kid rolled a cigarette and lay back, smoking it thoughtfully.

“What was it like livin’ with the Indians, Kid?” Arabella asked.

“Well, livin’ with the Yavapai was pure hell. But the Mojave, they was right kind to me and my sister.” Glancing at the wide-eyed girl, The Kid realized that Arabella was interested in hearing more, so she settled in to tell her story.

“I guess it took me and my sister some gettin’ used to. They didn’t do nothin’ like civilized white folks would. And yet after we got used to it, they seemed more civilized and Christian to us than white people.”

“How you mean, Kid?” asked Arabella.

“Well, I guess the first thing was the way they lived. They was real kind to everyone. They shared everything they had with each other. Some of it took some getting used to, though. I mean, well, till Mojave kids are nine or ten years old, they go bare naked.” Looking over at Arabella, she noticed that the girl’s face was slightly flushed.

“Boys and girls?” Arabella asked. The idea of boys and girls her age being naked together all the time gave her some naughty thoughts.

“Yep, that’s right, Button. Me and my big sister were pretty beat up from the way the Yavapai had treated us. Our Mojave family healed us up and fed us good. It didn’t take much time to learn their language, and pretty soon, we were part of the tribe.”

“Kid? Did you and your sister… um, did you go ‘round not wearin’ anything?”

Finishing her smoke, The Kid took apart the butt of the cigarette, smiling to herself. Hmmm… kinda interesting, the things Button wants to hear more about.

“You mean, did we dress like the Mojave? Guess because I was just eight or so I maybe should have been naked all the time, but I think it was my sister that got them to let me wear something. The men just wore loincloths and moccasins. The women wore moccasins and skirts made out of tree bark. That’s all me and my sister ever had on.”

The Kid could almost hear the wheels spinning in Arabella’s head. “You mean everyone could see you and your sister’s…” the girl swallowed hard before she continued, “…bare chests?”

“That’s right, Button. We also swam every day. Men, women, boys, and girls.” The Kid looked sideways at Arabella and added, “They was real good swimmers, the Mojave. Showed me and my sister how. Everyone swam bare naked, too.” The Kid enjoyed the shocked look and red cheeks on Arabella’s face.

“Gosh!” was Arabella’s response. “What else?”

“Well,” the Kid continued, “They would have these festival feasts now and then. They encouraged the boys and girls who were ten or older to get naked and, y’know, try sex things with each other. Boys and girls. Or girls and girls or boys and boys. They didn’t have no prejudices.”

“Did you…?” Arabella’s voice trailed off.

“Yep. I got to admit me and my sister took to it all like ducks to water. I tried lots of things. I liked girls the best, and my sister was real popular with the boys. See, they didn’t marry like white folk. If you liked someone, you moved into their house and you was married. If the marriage went bad, you moved out.”

“Kid? Do you have a Christian name?”

“My right name was Mary Ann Wallace. My Mojave name was — well, you couldn’t pronounce it, but it meant White Raven.”

“That’s pretty,” said Arabella.

“I had me an Indian nickname too. It translates as Happy Mouth Vagina. My sister’s nickname was Stink Vagina or Sore Vagina. Not that it really smelled bad, she just used it a lot. It was for sure sore sometimes!”

Arabella couldn’t help but laugh. The Kid liked the child’s laugh. It put her in mind of a happy-sounding bird song.

The girl studied her grownup friend. “How old are you, Kid?”

“Reckon I must be nineteen, maybe twenty.” The Kid rolled another cigarette and smoked it slowly. She wasn’t used to jawing so much about herself. Arabella was proving to be a little curiosity box, though.

“Where’s your sister now, Kid?”

The Kid took a long slow puff on her cigarette and put it out. “We had a bad famine one year. Real bad. Lots of the tribe starved. My sister would have maybe lived through it if she hadn’t been givin’ me part of her own food. She saved my life — and it cost me hers.” The Kid felt a hot tear burn its way down her cheek.

“Gosh. I’m sorry, Kid.”

“That’s okay, Arabella. We’ve both lost kin. We know how it hurts.”

They were quiet for a long time. Then Arabella asked, “Why did you leave the Mojave tribe?”

The Tequila Kid wondered if she could talk about it. It had been a few years now. Finally she decided to give it a try.

“Well, Button, I didn’t leave. They was taken away from me.” The look on Arabella’s face showed she was puzzled, so The Kid took a breath and continued.

“The Mojave was nice to everyone. Even when they maybe shouldn’t have. If soldiers came by, they fed and traded with ‘em. Me and my sister always hid when they were there. See, we was afraid they might try to take us back to live with the white man again.”

The Kid swallowed hard. A lump had come to her throat. “A few years later, the soldiers come back again. There’d been a lot of white men round our land. They’d come for the tears of the sun. When our men tried to make ‘em leave, the fighting started.”

“What’s tears of the sun, Kid?”

Gazing at Arabella, The Kid gently said, “That’s what the white man calls gold.” Tears came to her eyes, and she tried to blink them away. “One day, all our men had gone out to fight the soldiers. While they was gone, more soldiers come riding into our homes.”

The Tequila Kid pulled her knife out and looked at it. Then she put it away and pulled her knees up to her chest, staring down at the ground. “The soldiers killed everyone they saw. The old men tried to fight. So did the little boys. They died first. The old women was all killed next. They scalped my grandma. Most of the other women and girls got raped before they was killed.

“My sister was already dead a year or two from the famine. My wife, Sky Fawn, was raped and killed while I was there. Then this soldier was about to rape me when he saw my blue eyes. Well, you see, Button, sometimes a white girl brought back from the Indians was worth a reward from her family. So instead of raping me, he brought me back to the fort with them.

“Well, there weren’t no reward for me. That made ‘em sorry they’d even bothered bringin’ me back. Now I had no one. No white family, no Indian family. The Christian women at the fort didn’t want nothin’ to do with me. So the woman who ran the trading post took me in.”

The Kid laughed to herself. “Big Bertha was her name. She ran the store, only it was also the whorehouse and bar. The girls all treated me kind. Bertha didn’t make me do no whoring, mind you, though I did sleep a lot with one of the girls there.”

The Tequila Kid wasn’t used to talking about herself. Now that she’d started, she kept going. Talking to the girl seemed easy for some reason. It was clear that Arabella didn’t understand it all, but she seemed to like listening.

“Ever since I was a little girl, I’d hunted food for my family. I was a crack shot with a rifle or pistol. Came to be a fast draw, too. I guess it ain’t the best skill for a girl, but it sure came in handy for gettin’ food. So I’d hunt game for Bertha, too. After I’d been with her a year or so, it was just time to move on.

“I’d got me a real nice horse. Buttercup, I named her. She was my best friend, even if she was just a horse. Long story short, Button, I ended up at one point helpin’ out some Texas Rangers in a shootout. They kinda took me in, and I been an agent for ‘em ever since.”

“You mean you’re a lawman, Kid?”

The Kid smiled and fished a badge out of her green corduroy vest. She held it up for the girl to see. Arabella took it to hold and look at and exclaimed, “Gosh, you’re a Texas Ranger!”

Tucking the badge back into her pocket, The Kid said, “That’s right, Button. After I get you someplace safe, I promise you I’ll get the men that killed your family.”

Then the Kid’s heart sank as it hit her that she had to tell Arabella what had happened in Adobe Wells. “Um, listen, Button. There’s something I have to talk to you about…”

She thought it best to leave out the part about the gold, and she glossed over the grisly details of how Arabella’s brother and grandmother were killed, just telling her that they were dead.

Arabella cried, then sat numbly, staring at her hands. The Kid hugged the child, then asked, “You have any other kinfolk, Button?”

“I have an aunt and two cousins in Oak Creek. I guess maybe they might take me in. I’d rather just stay with you, Kid. Can I?”

“Well, Button, we’ll be together till I get you to Oak Creek. I hear that’s become a real boom town. It would be better for you to grow up there then on the trail with me. I lead a pretty rough life. Tell you what, though. If you like, I’ll pay you a call whenever I pass through. We’ll still be friends.”

“I’d like that a lot,” Arabella said, nodding. Then she nestled into the woman’s strong arms. “I love you, Kid.”

The Kid stared in wonder at the child. “I… I love you too, Button,” stunned to realize that she really felt that way about this precious little girl.

*****

Later that afternoon, while Arabella was napping, The Kid caught and killed a large lizard, which she prepared and cooked over the fire in her small skillet, mixing in the last can of beans and a generous pinch of seasoning.

Arabella woke up to the smell. “Gosh, Kid. That smells great. What is it?”

“It’s chicken again. I fried it up with some beans this time. Come dig in.”

They ate in silence. Afterwards, Arabella helped the Kid clean up the camp. Observing the girl, The Kid judged that she was fit to travel now.

The Kid had been puzzling on how best to get them both to Oak Creek. She’d hoped maybe a wild horse would come by the water hole, but hadn’t seen any. She could hoof it to the next town or ranch, but that meant leaving Arabella on her own. Not a good option, even if she could persuade the girl to remain behind.

Only one solution: she and Arabella would have to travel on foot. It would be rough on the girl, but they couldn’t stay there forever.

For no particular reason, the Kid clambered up onto the rocks to look around. If it had been any other moment she would have missed what she then saw — a flash of light. She watched that spot a long time and then saw a small patch of dust rise up and move slowly down the horizon. After a few minutes, the dust cloud vanished.

Someone was trailing her. She’d figured it might happen. The Kid was the last one with the four bags of gold in her possession. Sooner or later, that fifth man would wonder about it. Did his partners get it from her and ride off, leaving him out of the cut? Maybe he wondered if The Kid killed his partners, then elected to keep the gold for herself. However the man figured the situation, he wasn’t about to let that gold go unaccounted for — not after killing an old woman and a child to lay his hands on it.

The Kid could tell by the way she’d been tracked that the fifth man, whoever he was, had hired an Indian to do his dirty work. There was no way a white man could have got this close without giving himself away. Got about half an hour before he gets here, she figured. Right after sunset.

Climbing back down, the Kid called Arabella to her, pausing to take her blanket from the bedroll. “Come with me, Button.” Leading the girl downstream from camp, she took her into a stand of tall grass.

By this time, Arabella was visibly nervous. “What’s goin’ on, Kid?”

Spreading the blanket on the ground, The Kid told her, “This is real important, Button. You stay hid here in the grass till I come back for you. It may be a couple of hours, it may be all night.”

Arabella was puzzled and frightened, but paid close attention. “Listen,” the Kid went on, “You may hear yells or shooting or whatnot. Whatever happens, you stay here and stay quiet. Don’t be scared none. I’ll be back for you.” The Kid kissed Arabella’s cheek, then hastened back to the camp.

She got a fire started, then settled in.

The fire was beginning to wane when a tall man suddenly rose up out of nowhere. He looked in silence at the sleeping figure in the bedroll, then drew his gun from its holster and cocked the hammer back.

What happens next? Find out in Chapter Three!