Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Amanda Lynn

Cheryl thumbed the recorder and sighed. “Jesus, girl. You had quite the week, I’d say.”

“Well, it gets better. I must admit, though,” Amanda chuckled, “my sex life is not usually that exciting. I guess the planets were aligned just right that week.”

The lesbian couple laughed at that.

Cheryl scribbled a few more notes down on her pad before looking over at Lisa. Lisa nodded in response to the question Cheryl didn’t need to vocalize. They looked back at Amanda.

“We still have a few hours left before you need to get to the airport,” said Cheryl. “Would you like to go back to our place to finish telling your story? I think we’d be a lot more comfortable in our living room instead of on these benches.”

Amanda studied the women, glancing from one to the other then back again. I wonder what these two are up to, Amanda thought. With a smile, she accepted their offer.

The bill was paid and they left the café. Amanda got in the backseat of Cheryl’s car, and Lisa sat up front with her wife. The women chatted as they headed out of the city and into the suburbs. They soon arrived at a modest bungalow in a quiet subdivision. Cheryl parked, and they all went inside after Lisa unlocked the door.

Amanda removed her shoes and was led into a beautifully decorated living room where she was offered a seat. She settled into an armchair and Cheryl sat at one end of the sofa across from her. Lisa had disappeared into the kitchen only to return a short time later with a bottle of wine and three glasses.

Cheryl poured the wine as Lisa sat beside her, and handed a glass to Amanda. “Cheers,” she said, and the three clinked their glasses together.

“So, whenever you’re ready, Amanda,” Cheryl nodded, placing the recorder on the coffee table and pushing the red button.

Amanda took a drink of wine and watched as Lisa wrapped an arm around Cheryl and cuddled up next to her, nuzzling and kissing her cheek. Amanda could feel the flush of her skin as she took in their warm display of affection. She had definitely become aroused herself in the café as she was recounting her erotic adventures, and now wondered if these two were equally turned on. Clearing her throat, she continued her story.

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The next day, Thursday, I found myself consuming copious amounts of coffee, and occasionally standing at the back of the room, just trying to keep from falling asleep in the warmth of the conference room.

I had to smile to myself, thinking of what the privates and corporals I’d once taught would say if they could see me now — the ones I used to admonish for staying out late and drinking, and most likely fucking, when they knew they had early classes the next day. As an instructor at one of the military’s many trades training schools, I often saw this sort of behavior. Drinking and screwing after hours was common practice for young men and women alike, the same as at any college or university. God knows I did my share of that when I was in their shoes.

It seemed the end of the day would never arrive. Eventually, 6:00 PM rolled around and I left the building, glad to be free. The cold December air felt refreshing as it nipped at my exposed skin, helping to wake me up as I made my way back to my hotel.

When I stepped out of the elevator, I saw Jeannie standing by the door to my room. She smiled sweetly as she saw me approach. Even dressed in a pair of jeans and a baggy sweatshirt, the girl still looked intoxicating.

“Hey, there, beautiful,” I greeted her.

“Hey yourself,” she cooed as I took her in my arms and kissed her.

“Did you have fun last night?” she asked, while I fished out the keycard and unlocked the door.

“Yup. It was a late night, though, and I’m bagged.”

“Oh.” Jeannie’s smile disappeared. “Would you rather I left you alone to get some rest?”

“Not at all.” I playfully slapped her butt and guided her inside the room. “I was thinking maybe just some room service and a movie.”

“Okay. As long as you don’t invite the room service girl in for a threesome.” Her smile had returned.

“Honey, I don’t think I would have the energy,” I said, unbuttoning my uniform. “I’m going to take a quick shower. Why don’t you order us something to eat?”

“Sure,” the pretty brunette said. She headed to the desk and picked up the room service menu and began to thumb through it.

Once I was undressed, I turned on the shower and stepped under the cascading water. Moments later I felt a pair of arms wrap around me and soft kisses being placed on my back.

“Why don’t we have something to eat before I call room service?” the girl said, her voice low and seductive. Her hand moved across my belly, down to my pussy. She toyed with my clit, causing me to moan and flinch. Jeannie pushed a finger through my folds and into me. Slowly, she moved it in and out as she kissed and licked my back.

“Sit,” she directed after a few moments, and I obeyed, perching on the tile seat.

The naked girl knelt before me and spread my legs apart, then ran her hands up and down my inner thighs. Droplets of warm water from the shower splashed over her back and shoulders and onto my face and chest.

As I watched Jeannie tease me, I could feel my arousal grow. I played with my nipples, and she leaned in and began to kiss my thighs. She kissed and licked her way along my flesh, lingering for just a moment after each touch, then continuing on until she was at my pussy. Then she looked up, gazing into my eyes and licking her full, luscious lips.

Jeannie’s lips reminded me very much of the actress Angelina Jolie. She too has such lips, a mouth that can bring me orgasm as I fantasize about having the woman hold me and kiss me and then make love to my pussy with her luscious mouth.

After giving me a smile, Jeannie spread my labia and then licked from my anus straight up to my clit. She did this again and again. Each pass was slow and deliberate, taking her time to dip into my core and pull my juices out and onto my slit. Jeannie swirled her tongue around my clit, slowly teasing my sensitive flesh before moving back down again. I moaned and whimpered, little bolts of electricity shooting through me. My heart was racing, and my breathing became ragged.

“Oh, fuck, Jeannie,” I grunted. “That feels so good.”

She kept licking, occasionally pausing to flick her tongue over my throbbing clit. My body jerked and flinched at the assault. My moans were loud and long. I reached down and tried to grab her head, to push my aching cunt into her face and fuck her. Jeannie just shook my hands away from her head and attacked my pussy again.

It was getting harder to breathe. The damp, steam-filled air in the bathroom didn’t help. I gripped at the slippery bench I was sitting on in an attempt to keep from sliding off. My orgasm was building in me. That familiar pressure was growing, climbing toward a thunderous release.

Jeannie must have sensed my approaching climax and sucked my clit into her mouth as she plunged two fingers deep into me. I bucked against her hand and cried out in pleasure.

“Jesus, Jeannie! Fuck me!!”

She did. Her fingers pumped in and out of my soaked pussy as she sucked on my swollen clit, flicking it with her tongue. The orgasm hit me with force, and I screamed as my vision blurred and my ears were filled with a dull roar. My body shook as I gasped for breath, finding it hard to stay seated on the slick bench.

Slowly I came down from my blissful high. I struggled to open my eyes and focus on the visage that was in front of me. Jeannie was kneeling on the shower floor resting on her heels. Her hands were on my knees, gently caressing them. She was smiling at me, so innocently, as if she had no idea what she had just done to me.

“Did I do well?” she asked.

I sat up and reached out, brushing her face with the back of my hand. “Indeed you did, baby.”

I stood, my legs a bit wobbly, and helped Jeannie to her feet. The water was starting to run cold. I shut off the taps and pulled the sweet young woman into my arms, kissing her deeply. I guided her out of the shower and grabbed a large towel and dried her body quickly. She cried out in surprise when I lifted her up and set her on the counter in one fluid motion.

Jeannie was a beautiful sight to behold, sitting there on the counter laughing. A few drops of water fell from her wet hair and trickled down her shoulders and across the smooth olive skin of her chest.

I moved toward her and kissed her. My hands found the silky-smooth skin of her shoulders. I caressed them and her upper arms. I pushed my tongue into her eager mouth, and she wrapped her arms around me. Breaking the kiss, I nibbled on her ear. She moaned as I kissed and nipped at her neck. My hands moved to her chest and teased her nipples with my thumbs and forefingers.

Jeannie grabbed my face and pulled it back to her, kissing me again. As our tongues danced, my hand found her bald pussy and gently rubbed it. I dipped a finger into her for a moment, lubricating it, before I touched her clit and explored it. She moaned into my mouth spreading her legs wide. I moved my fingers in circles around the swollen bud, and she pushed her hips against my hand.

“You like that?” I asked.

“Uh-huh.”

“You want more?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Tell me what you want.” I looked into her eyes.

She stared back, her mouth open. She was breathing rapidly now, gasping for each breath.

“I want to come,” she croaked.

“Oh, do you now? How would you like me to make you come?” I whispered, licking my lips.

She groaned as I bent down and sucked on a nipple, trapping it between my teeth and pulling on it. She cried out and bucked.

“I want you to fuck me, Amanda!”

“How?” I asked, my fingers still tormenting her clit.

“Argh! With your fingers. Fuck me with your fingers!”

“How many?” I teased as I slowly slid my hand down to her opening through her folds. She was wet, very wet, and her body quivered and shook with anticipation.

“Goddamn it, Amanda,” she said between breaths, “stop teasing and… fuck me!”

I laughed and said, “Okay, sweetie,” as I pushed two fingers into her.

“Yes!” she hissed.

I fingered her pussy much as she had done to me not that long ago. She moaned and bucked. Again, she grabbed my head and pulled me in to kiss me. She was breathing hard and clung to me. I fingered her quickly for a few moments, then I slowed, only to increase the tempo once again.

Jeannie whimpered, “Yes… right there… uh-huh, uh-huh.”

She leaned back on the counter, resting on the palms of her hands. Jeannie twitched and squirmed, then jerked violently when I curved my fingers up and found her g-spot. I gently massaged it, causing her to groan.

“Unhh, yes… yes… don’t stop, don’t stop!”

Her head was tilted back against the mirror. Her eyes were closed, and her mouth was open. She didn’t make a sound for the longest time. Only the spasms visibly rippling through her body gave me an indication of the pleasure she was feeling.

Finally, she gasped loudly, sucking air into her lungs. Jeannie flung herself forward, wrapping her arms around me and burying her face in my shoulder. She let out a long, high-pitched squeal. I could feel her muscles rippling across her body as the orgasm continued to rocket through her. Or maybe it was her second orgasm I was feeling. Jeannie cried against my neck, and I pulled my hand from her pussy and held her tight until the tremors stopped.

The girl sat back against the mirror, still panting. Opening her eyes, she looked at me. Her cheeks were tear-stained. She slowly shook her head as she spoke. “You are an evil bitch.” Her tone was flat. She sat rigid, her face emotionless.

I just stood there, not sure what to say. I had no idea what I’d done to make her say such a thing. My mind raced trying to figure out how I was going to fix it — once I figured out what it was. Although I knew there wasn’t any real future for us as a couple, I didn’t want us to part with her hating me.

I studied her face. Jeannie continued staring at me, her lips pursed. Tentatively I reached for her hand and took it in mine. Just as I was about to speak, her lips curled and she began to laugh. “Gotcha!”

She continued laughing, almost hysterically. I felt flush with embarrassment and started to chuckle myself. As I pulled her from the counter, she wrapped her legs around my hips and her arms around my neck.

“Touché,” I said as we kissed. Then I carried her to the bed, setting her down.

Jeannie let go of me and fell back, bouncing on the mattress. I grabbed a towel and dried myself before I slipped on my silk robe. Jeannie also finished drying and then put on one of the terry cloth robes. We ordered room service and ate some supper, then watched a couple of movies as we cuddled on the bed.

“Amanda, I had an idea.”

I turned to look at her. “About?”

“Well, I was thinking,” she began, tracing her fingers along my arm. “You could check out of here tomorrow morning and come stay at my place on Friday night. Then I can drive you to the airport Saturday afternoon.”

“That sounds like an excellent Idea,” I replied. “Does the hotel have a secure lockup for my luggage while I’m at the seminar?”

“Sure we do.”

“Then it’s a date.”

We lay there a while longer, and Jeannie noticed that I was having a hard time keeping my eyes open. She unwrapped herself from my arms and got up. “You’re so tired. I’m going to take off and let you get some sleep.” She kissed me softly before standing and retrieving her clothes from the floor.

“Umm… you’re right.” I got up off the bed, yawning.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then,” Jeannie said, and we embraced and kissed goodnight.

After Jeannie was gone, I quickly packed everything in my suitcase I wouldn’t need the next day, just to save time in the morning. With that done, I crawled into bed and drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

The next morning, I checked out of my room and left my luggage with the clerk at the front desk. The day seemed to go by quickly, and once the seminar was over, I made my way back to the hotel. Jeannie was waiting for me in the lobby, a big smile on her face. She rushed up to me, and we hugged.

“How was your day?” she asked.

“Good, but I’m glad it’s over. How about you? A good day?”

“Much better now that you’re here,” Jeannie smiled. “There’s a place just down the hall where you can change. Then we can go straight to the restaurant from here.”

I collected my luggage and Jeannie led me to a small room with a “Staff Only” sign posted outside. She produced a key from her pocket and unlocked the door. The room was small with a row of lockers along one wall. There were some chairs and benches, a counter with two sinks and a mirror above it. There appeared to be a single toilet and a shower stall in the back.

“This room is almost never used, but it’s here for the staff to change before or after work if they want to,” Jeannie explained.

I quickly changed out of my uniform and put on suitable attire for going out to dinner. I repacked my bags and checked myself in the mirror.

“You look beautiful,” said my date. “Ready to go?”

“I am. Let’s rock and roll.”

We loaded my luggage into her car, then headed off to a nice Italian restaurant downtown where we enjoyed an excellent meal and pleasant conversation. It was not quite 8:00 PM when we arrived at her apartment.

Jeannie opened the door and turned on the lights before stepping back and motioning for me enter. The apartment was a small two-bedroom design with open concept kitchen, dining area, and living room. It was neat and clean but still had a pleasant air of being lived in.

“Make yourself at home. I’ll get us some wine,” Jeannie smiled as she headed for the fridge.

I took off my shoes and hung up my coat, then walked over to the sofa and sat. “This is a cute little apartment,” I commented.

“Thanks. It’s a bit of a commute to work, but the rent is doable,” Jeannie said from the kitchen as she poured the wine. She made her way to the sofa and handed me a glass before sitting beside me.

Jeannie put her hand over mine and looked me in the eye. “I wish you didn’t have to leave tomorrow. It’s been so much fun being with you this week.” She kissed me on the cheek as a single tear rolled down her face.

A lump caught in my throat. “Oh, Jeannie.” My voice was soft. I put an arm around the girl, hugging her shoulder to mine and tilted my head toward hers as she did the same.

After a moment, I sat up and took her glass from her, setting both on the coffee table. Then I turned to her and put a hand on either side of her face and looked into her eyes. I could see the sadness in them.

I smiled and kissed her tenderly. “I’m going to miss you too, but let’s not think about that now.”

Kissing her again, I wrapped my arms around her and fell back onto the sofa, pulling Jeannie’s body on top of mine. Her kisses were gentle and loving at first, as she played with my bottom lip, sucking on it and pulling it into her mouth. Then her tongue darted out, playing with mine, teasing me.

I could feel the excitement building in me, and my hands roamed her back. I pulled at her shirt, freeing it from her pants. I felt the warmth of the exposed skin of her lower back. My hand moved up under her shirt, and along her spine, feeling the slight protrusion of each vertebra. I then dipped a hand back down and just under the waistband of her pants. They were tight and wouldn’t allow more than the tips of my fingers underneath.

Jeannie was now kissing my neck, nibbling at the soft flesh. I felt the heat rise in my face and across my chest. We were both breathing hard. She pulled back and eagerly worked at the buttons on my shirt, our movements becoming more aggressive.

The sound of someone loudly clearing their throat caused me to jump. Jeannie pushed herself off me and got to her feet. I tried to sit up, pulling my shirt closed, gripped by panic as I stared in disbelief at the person in the doorway. Girlfriend? Wife? Has Jeannie been lying to me? Oh crap! 

I looked quickly around for an escape route. The only exit appeared to be blocked.

“So. I guess this is why you haven’t called me.” The woman’s tone was flat. She was looking directly at me.

Jeannie crossed the room, meeting our visitor just inside the doorway.

I tilted my head as I examined the woman. I thought I recognized her face but couldn’t place her — until she removed her coat, that is, and I saw the hotel uniform. Then the realization struck me. Oh, my god!

“Hey, Sasha,” Jeannie said sweetly as she kissed the brunette on the lips. “We have company.”

“Yes, I see that.”

After handing her coat to Jeannie, Sasha untied her shoes and took them off, then walked toward me and sat down in an armchair. She looked at me with a wry smile. I studied her expression and relaxed a bit, still waiting for an explanation.

Jeannie sat next to me, putting an arm around my shoulder and kissing my cheek. I looked at her, then back to Sasha. Jeannie placed a finger on my chin and turned my face toward hers.

“It’s okay,” she said, leaving little kisses on my lips and cheeks. “Sasha just wants to watch. For now.”

I didn’t know what to think. I was subconsciously kissing Jeannie back, all the while keeping my eyes on Sasha.

“She already knows all about us. I tell her everything,” Jeannie confessed.

My trepidation was slowly melting away. I watched Sasha as she undid her tie and opened her vest. I was becoming aroused again as Jeannie kissed me and her hand explored inside my shirt.

Jeannie cupped my breast and squeezed it. She broke the kiss and gripped my chin, roughly turning my face toward her.

“I’m over here,” she hissed. Where the hell did that come from? 

Before I could respond, she kissed me again, shoving her tongue into my mouth. I gasped and wrapped my arms around her as we fell back onto the sofa. She was an animal, aggressive and urgent in her movements. This was a side of her I had not seen in the time we’d been together, and it was turning me on as she tugged at my clothes trying to free me of them.

She was determined. I’d never felt this much strength in such a petite girl. I wondered where this had been during the last week. Every time we made love, Jeannie had been meek and gentle, almost submissive. I knew I could easily overpower her if I wanted to, but I held back. It was refreshing to have such an assertive lover.

I let her undress me, never taking my gaze from her beautiful face. Once I was nude, Jeannie quickly pulled off her own clothes, then fell back on top of me, naked.

“Umm,” she moaned as she sucked on the soft flesh of my neck. Jeannie’s hand found my erect nipple and pinched and pulled at it. I could feel the heat of her body as she moved against me, the top of her thigh rubbing against my sex.

I stole a glance at Sasha. She had pushed her slacks and panties down to her ankles. Her legs were spread, and she was eagerly rubbing her clit. Her shirt and bra had been discarded, and she was playing with her tits with her other hand. It was such a turn-on knowing that we were being watched by another girl. This may turn out to be one wild and crazy evening!

My breath came in short, heated gasps as I pushed myself against Jeannie, trying to match her rhythm. She aggressively kissed me and bit my lip before sliding down to suck my nipple into her mouth.

“God, yes, Jeannie,” I croaked, leaning back and closing my eyes.

Jeannie circled my swollen nipple with her tongue. I could feel her saliva on my skin as she licked and sucked. Her hand moved slowly down across my belly, making me shiver. But then, before Jeannie reached my mound, I felt two more hands pushing my thighs apart.

I opened my eyes and saw a naked Sasha on her knees in front of me. Sasha rubbed my inner thighs as Jeannie’s hand found my sensitive clit. I jerked at the touch and moaned softly.

Jeannie played with my clit, moving her fingers in circles, causing bolts of electricity to flash through me. Sasha kissed her way up my legs and was licking my pussy with the flat of her tongue. Jeannie continued to suck on my nipples as she played with my clit. I gasped when Sasha pushed two fingers into me as she licked me from opening to clit.

My hips were rocking against Sasha’s and Jeannie’s torment of my throbbing pussy. I could feel the desire building up inside me, nearing its release. The assault on my body by the two young women was sending wave after wave of pleasure shooting out to every part of my being. I trembled as they licked, sucked, and fingered my pussy.

Time seemed to stop as my orgasm took me. I’m not sure if I yelled or not. I shook and gasped for air as trails of fire rocketed through me. When I could breathe again, I looked at the two beautiful olive-skinned women kneeling in front of me.

“Holy crap!” was all I could manage. I was still breathing hard. Sasha stood and held out her hand. Jeannie got up and helped me to my feet.

“Come on, let’s go to the bedroom,” Sasha said in a small, soft voice, as I took her hand.

We walked, me on wobbly legs, into the bedroom. Sasha pushed me backward, and I fell onto the bed. I lay there on my back, my legs dangling over the side. Sasha climbed onto the bed and straddled my face, lowering her wet pussy to my mouth. I explored her soft pink folds with my tongue and tasted the sweetness of her thick creamy juices. I inhaled deeply, savoring the scent of her arousal. Sasha moaned softly as she rocked her hips, grinding herself against my mouth. She caressed her perky breasts and pulled at the dark nipples.

Jeannie was on her knees between my legs, licking me hard, sending countless sparks of excitement through me. Her tongue moved from my clit, between my lips, around the rim of my opening, down to my anus, where she lingered for a moment, then back up again. She took my swollen clit into her mouth, sucking on it, teasing it with her tongue. My body writhed in torment as she continued to torture my sensitive bud.

I was bucking against Jeannie as I eagerly drank the juices that were flowing freely from Sasha. She ground herself against my mouth, loud moans filling the air, the tempo of her movements increasing. I was sure she was going to come soon. I held tightly onto her ass, trying to keep my mouth on her clit.

Sasha stiffened and squealed with pleasure as she climaxed. At the same time, my own orgasm swelled and erupted, enveloping me in sweet bliss. When she finished coming, Sasha rolled off me and lay on the bed panting as Jeannie crawled up beside me. Jeannie kissed my lips as I gasped for air, my breathing slowing returning to normal.

A few moments later, Sasha smiled at me. “Little Jeannie hasn’t come yet, and I think we should do something about that.”

We rearranged ourselves on the bed, with Jeannie between Sasha and me. Sasha began to fondle Jeannie’s stiff little nipples.

I kissed my way down Jeannie’s body until I was over her delicious young pussy. Her legs were spread, and she looked so wet and inviting. I spread her lips with my fingers and took a long lick of her treasures. I pushed the flat of my tongue from her anus to her swollen clit. The intoxicating scent of her sex filled my nostrils.

Jeannie bucked against me and moaned into Sasha’s mouth, who was kissing her passionately. I repeatedly licked and sucked on Jeannie’s labia as she writhed below me. Jeannie gasped as I pushed two fingers deep into her and slowly fucked her.

Sasha had repositioned herself over Jeannie to form a 69. Jeannie concentrated on Sasha’s pussy while Sasha and I shared Jeannie’s. Sasha nibbled and sucked on her clit, and I fucked her sopping entrance with my fingers. Jeannie was squirming and bucking at our ministrations.

“Oh…oh…oh…yes!” Jeannie called out.

Sasha took her mouth away and was rubbing Jeannie’s clit with her fingers. I looked up at Sasha’s face. Her eyes were closed, and she was moaning loudly again. Jeannie was making all sorts of guttural noises too.

“I’m gonna come!” both girls shouted simultaneously. I couldn’t help but snort at this, and was rewarded with a stream of warm fluids as Jeannie squirted around my fingers and onto my face. Her muscles clamped down on my fingers as she shook. Sasha was also jerking and twitching as she came, rolling off Jeannie.

“Good god, that felt so damn good,” Jeannie said between breaths.

I crawled up beside Jeannie, and the three of us cuddled and gently kissed each other for a while.

“This was fun,” said Sasha. “Too bad you have to leave tomorrow.”

“Yeah, that sucks,” Jeannie added.

We lay there for several minutes, trading soft kisses and touches. Then I propped myself up on an elbow and looked at the women. “So, I guess you two must have compared notes at some point about this older woman hitting on you both?”

“Uh-huh, on Monday night,” Jeannie nodded, “after I came home late smelling of wine and sex. We knew for sure the next day when we cross-referenced the room charges.”

I laughed and sat up. “Okay, be right back. I need to pee.”

“The bathroom is just off the kitchen,” Jeannie told me. “You can’t miss it.”

I headed out of the room and made my way through the kitchen. After I finished, I left the bathroom, bumping into a small table by the door. The collision knocked a couple of envelopes onto the floor. When I picked them up, I couldn’t help but notice the addressee.

I hadn’t meant to be nosy, but when I saw the names, I stopped and stared. One envelope was addressed to Sasha J. Carpenter, and the other to Jeannie K. Carpenter. What the fuck did this mean, I wondered.

“Everything okay, Amanda?” Jeannie yelled from the bedroom.

“Yeah. Just bumped into the table by the door,” I called.

I made my way back to the bedroom, still wondering. When I walked in, Sasha and Jeannie were holding each other, kissing like a pair of long-time lovers. I plopped down on the bed and they turned their attention to me. Jeannie moved to my other side so I was between the two of them. They started kissing me and caressing my skin.

Then I said, “Guys, um, can I ask a personal question?”

“Sure,” replied Sasha.

“Are you two married? Not that it really matters at this point.”

“Why would you think that?” Jeannie asked with a puzzled expression.

I explained about the table and seeing the mail. Sasha and Jeannie sat up and rested against the headboard, and I joined them. They looked at each other for a moment before Jeannie spoke.

“I don’t want to lie to you, Amanda,” said Jeannie, “so I hope you’ll have an open mind and will understand what I’m about to tell you and won’t hate us because of it.”

This definitely piqued my curiosity. Why did I need to be open-minded? A threesome with a married couple wasn’t anything to be secretive about. Though it would have been nice if they had told me beforehand.

“See, umm… Sasha is my sister, my big sister. We have been lovers since we were kids,” Jeannie finished.

I was stunned at the confession and, I must admit, turned on by it. I didn’t have a sister, but I am sure if I did I would have wanted to mess around with her when we were little. I’d had fun with female cousins and other girls my age back when I was a preteen.

“Amanda?” said Sasha.

I just shook my head. “Wow…”

“Do you hate us now?” Jeannie asked meekly.

I smiled. “No, not at all. I’m actually envious.” I explained to them about my youthful trysts with my cousins and my fantasies of having sex with a sister.

They were relieved, and we talked and laughed, then fucked some more before finally falling asleep. Jeannie and Sasha took me to the airport the next day, and we exchanged teary farewells as I made my way through security and to my plane home.

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Amanda was barely able to finish her tale. She had become highly aroused while observing Cheryl and Lisa. The women were seated across from her, and had been kissing and pawing at each other for a while now. Amanda figured they must already have been turned on by the time they reached their suburban home. She’d watched them crossing their legs and squeezing their thighs together as she described all the sexy action.

As Amanda was nearing the completion of her narrative, right around the part where Sasha walked in on Amanda and Jeannie, Cheryl and Lisa both had opened the buttons on their slacks, pulled down the zippers and slid a hand inside their panties, rubbing themselves. Amanda had maintained her composure the best she could, knowing full well that if she followed suit, she most definitely wouldn’t have been able to finish telling the story.

“And that’s all she wrote,” Amanda said as she pushed the button, stopping the recorder.

“That’s—” Cheryl cleared her throat. “That’s so damn hot. This is going to make a great story.”

“I can’t wait to read it,” Lisa said.

Cheryl and Lisa looked at each other for a moment, then shared a quick kiss on the lips. They stood and pushed their pants off their hips with a little wiggle and let them fall to the floor. Stepping out of them, Cheryl and Lisa approached Amanda, each taking one of her hands.

“Shall we make some of our own juicy secrets?” Cheryl asked as they led Amanda toward the master bedroom.

THE END

Author’s Note continued: Now for the true bits. I did stay in a hotel in Ottawa while attending a seminar for my job; I did order a bottle of Chablis from room service; and I did have sex, after her shift, with the lovely young woman who brought me the wine. It was delicious.

By Unfastened Belts

I couldn’t tell where I was at with Bo. When we saw each other after school on Monday, things seemed back to normal. We talked about school at lunch, then watched TV side by side on the couch, giggling and commenting on whatever Stephanie Tanner, SpongeBob and Tim Taylor were up to.

Around her bedtime, we went our separate ways. I didn’t want to force matters. I felt like she’d rebuked me last night, realizing at the same time how silly and unfair that was to Bo. Even if she’d fibbed about being tired, she didn’t owe me anything. She was just my little sister, three years my junior at age eleven. And Dad was right, sisters didn’t kiss each other that way.

At the same time, I was saddened by the possibility that our kissing and cuddling might be over for good. Thinking about it gave me a lump in my throat. It had felt so lovely with Bo lying next to me, the two of us getting affectionate. With a heavy heart, I hoped that my crush on her would eventually pass.

Temperatures were down again on Wednesday. The anticipation I felt for our pool visit on Saturday faded in the fog that was swallowing up our town. If it started to rain before then, the pool might not even open.

That night, I was on my computer when Bo went to her room. “Oh crap,” I heard her say when she opened the door.

I turned around in my chair to look at her. “What’s wrong?”

“I haven’t been in my room since I got home from school. I should have turned on the radiator right away,” she said. “It’s freezing cold in here.”

“Oh, no,” I said, sympathizing with her.

She walked out of my sight, back into her room. A few seconds later, I could hear steam rushing through the radiator.

Bo came back to the door. “Would it be okay if I left the door open tonight, so my room warms up quicker?” she asked meekly.

“Oh, you mean let all the cold air from your room into mine?” I replied.

Very slowly, Bo started to close the door, looking at me sadly the entire time. I rolled my eyes, but couldn’t help grinning. “Fine,” I said.

“Yaaay,” she said. “Thank you, Lisa!”

She turned around and crawled into her bed. I went back to browsing Gorillaz-Unofficial. It was an exciting time to be a Gorillaz fan. Their second album Demon Days had just come out, four years after their debut, and everybody was talking about it. The fans were speculating about what track might be the next single, and how many unreleased B-sides we would get with it.

Less than a minute passed before I heard Bo quietly call out, “Liiisaaa?”

“Hmm?”

“Can you come and cuddle with me for a bit? It’s so cooold,” Bo said, using the saddest voice in her repertoire.

“Let me just finish typing up this post,” I told her, trying to conceal my enthusiasm.

I wasn’t even actually writing anything. I clacked away on my keyboard for a few seconds, said, “Done,” turned off my computer and made my way over to Bo’s room. It was softly illuminated by the light coming in from my desk lamp.

Wordlessly, Bo held up her blanket, inviting me underneath. She shuffled over a little and I slipped in with her. Immediately, she embraced me.

“D-d-d-d-d,” she made.

“Yeah, it is cold,” I acknowledged.

“V-v-v-v-v,” she said, even more emphatically.

I chuckled.

“Warm me up,” she demanded.

“Hmm,” I said. “What part of you is freezing the most?”

“My n-n-n-neck,” she explained.

I started to gently rub her neck, but then had a better idea. “I’m gonna try something,” I told her.

I opened my mouth and took a deep breath, leaned in until I was almost touching Bo, then exhaled against her neck. She shuddered and said, “Oooooh.” It was basically a moan, right next to my ear. I could feel my pussy react almost instantly.

“Did that feel good?” I asked her.

“Yeeeah. Again,” she said.

I repositioned myself a little. This time, I breathed on her lower neck, below the chin. Even as I was doing it, she tilted up her chin to offer me better access, making a sweet “mmmm” sound that seemed to originate from right where I was blowing on her.

My insides were melting.

“Other side now,” Bo said, turning on her back and facing away from me a little. I could see that her eyes were closed. She looked blissful.

I got a little more daring, placing my lips right on her skin this time. I exhaled, and she moaned again. “Oooooh…” It sounded weak, almost helpless. I was turned on beyond belief.

“That felt so good,” she said.

“Can you do it on me?” I asked. “I wanna know what it feels like. I’m cold, too,” I lied.

“Okay,” she said.

I closed my eyes as Bo turned back on her side to face me. I could feel her nuzzling up to me, then her hot breath on the side of my neck. Immediately, I understood. It felt sweet and yummy and hot and beautiful. I squirmed a little under the blanket, rubbing my legs together. My pussy was pulsating.

“Did it help?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I said. “But I think I need some more.” I craned my neck like a cat.

Bo got the message. She put her soft little lips on my skin and breathed out, right against my throat. It felt indescribable. Involuntarily, I made a low humming sound.

“Oh,” she said. “I could feel that.”

“You were right, it does feel amazing,” I said.

“Yeah. I’m still cold, though,” she asserted.

“Ah, yeah? Where?” I asked, looking at her.

“My belly?”

It sounded like a question. I wasn’t sure if that was because she was making it up, or because she was asking me if I was okay with what she wanted. Either way, she didn’t have to invite me twice.

We shifted positions again. I got us out of the blanket and knelt on the bed next to Bo’s feet. She was lying on her back again, looking at me expectantly.

I put my hands on the hem of her PJ top and noticed they were trembling. I know this isn’t forbidden, I thought, but the way it’s making me feel, it might as well be.

I lifted up Bo’s shirt, exposing her belly. She wriggled a bit. “Cold,” was all she said.

I inhaled, then started blowing all over her belly, hovering above it like a vacuum cleaner in reverse. Right away, she started purring again. I saw her turning her head from side to side, going, “Mmmmm.”

I finished up by kissing her bellybutton, which made her giggle softly.

“All better?” I asked, pulling her top back down. Instead of replying, she stretched out her arms, wordlessly asking for a hug.

I tucked the blanket around my shoulders like a cape, placed my legs on either side of Bo and lay down on top of her. I wrapped my arms around the pillow below us and lay my head next to hers, facing her. Bo put her arms around my back.

“You’re my favourite sister,” she said.

“And you’re mine.”

“I’m all warm now,” she said.

“Me too.”

I wasn’t just warm, my whole body was hot. My face felt flushed. I was right on top of Bo. My boobs were pressed against her chest and our lower bellies were touching through our pyjamas. I started thinking about how close my pussy was to hers, wondering if hers felt as crazy as mine did right then. My panties were probably soaked.

Without conscious thought, I started moving my hips against her belly.

“Mmm, that feels yummy,” Bo said, smiling.

I caught up with what I was doing. I’m basically dry-humping her, I thought, forcing myself to stop. Yummy or not, that was a step too far.

“You’re getting a little heavy, though,” Bo said, and despite the heat between my legs, I was thankful for the chance to gracefully withdraw. I lifted my upper body up a little, resting on my forearms.

“But thank you for cuddling with me,” Bo added and kissed my forehead.

“I love you,” I said, meaning it both ways.

“Love you too.”

I kissed her cheek, still not sure how she felt about those unsisterly kisses on the mouth. If she’s okay with skin-breathing and having me on top her, I can do without those other kisses for a while, I thought. This is just as good. I got up into a kneeling position, still straddling Bo, and stroked her hair.

“You look so pretty,” I told her.

“Thanks,” she said, beaming and wriggling underneath me a little.

I finally got off of her all the way and out of her bed. I tucked her in and gave her a kiss on the forehead.

“Night, big sis,” she said affectionately.

“Night, Bo.”

I left her room and closed the door behind me. I slumped against it, eyes closed, trying to catch my breath. I cupped my crotch, and sure enough, my panties felt wet against my pussy. I was slick with need.

I undressed, picked up my panties and got into bed. I turned the panties inside out and slid the crotch through my pussy folds with one hand, soaking up even more of my wetness. With the other hand, I started rubbing my clit. I could tell I was already close to orgasm, so I had to go slow. It took all my willpower not to whimper — but Bo couldn’t be asleep yet, so I needed to be quiet.

Through the cotton, I pushed a finger inside my vagina. I could only get it in up to the first knuckle that way, but it still meant that I was essentially fucking myself with my panties. My pussy made soft squelching sounds that I prayed to God Bo wasn’t able to pick up.

I rode the edge of orgasm until I knew I couldn’t hold it off much longer. I pulled my panties out of my pussy, took one look at the soaking wet crotch and greedily stuffed it in my mouth, sucking on it like a pacifier as the taste of my pussy filled me up.

I wonder what Bo’s pussy tastes like. The thought made me shiver violently.

Once again I began to fuck myself, getting my finger all the way inside this time. But as soon as I started rubbing my clit again with the other hand, I came.

I kept pumping my finger in and out of my vagina through my orgasm, which only seemed to prolong it. I feverishly focused on trying not to moan, sucking my panties for all they were worth. After one last thrust, I left my finger inside my pussy, letting her squeeze and clench around it until she was done. It felt so good.

When I had mostly returned to Earth, I brought my hand to my face. It was shining wet with my pussy juice. I still had my panties hanging out of my mouth, so licking my fingers seemed redundant. Come on, naughty girl, you know what else you can do with that dirty paw. Of course I did. I wiped my fingers up and down my cheek, using my face as a canvas for my wetness. There we go.

Basking in the afterglow, I almost fell asleep. Gathering up the remainder of my consciousness, I put my pyjamas back on and turned off the desk lamp. As I lay back down, I realized that I was still holding my panties in my mouth. I took them out, slid them underneath the pillow, covered myself with the blanket and passed out.

*****

It was still foggy the next morning, but gradually the clouds cleared up — and just like that, fickle spring was back again. Bo didn’t ask for any more cuddle time that night, and of course I was too much of a wuss to ask her myself, but at least I wasn’t scared any more of losing my little sister’s affection. Sure, maybe we wouldn’t go back to kissing, but our new game of breathing on each other’s skin had been great.

On Friday, Mom announced over dinner that she and Dad had decided to get annual passes for the pool for all of us. Bo and I cheered, which made Mom and Dad cheer, too. We were all stoked.

The next day, after breakfast, Bo and I went up to our rooms to get ready for the pool. After she closed the door behind her, I stripped naked, then put on my white one-piece swimsuit with a T-shirt and shorts on top. I stashed a pair of panties in my backpack, along with a book, my headphones and my Discman, which was currently equipped with One Hot Minute by the Red Hot Chili Peppers.

By the time I was done, Bo came out of her room, also wearing a shirt, shorts and her backpack. I put on my own backpack and we raced downstairs to the bathroom to pack two large bath towels. Dad was filling up a gym bag while Mom put sandwiches, water bottles, two large blankets and sunscreen in a big wooden basket.

Bo and I sat on the stairs to put on our sandals. I donned my headphones and turned on the Discman, nodding and tapping my feet to the bass and guitar. Mom grabbed a large straw hat from the coat rack. Dad put on sunglasses and a bright grin. I vaguely heard him say “Let’s go,” through the music.

The drums kicked in as the four of us marched downstairs towards the front door in a giddy procession. We exited the house, locked up behind us, put our stuff in the trunk of the car, buckled up and left for the pool.

The sky was covered in clouds, but it was warm. Last year’s experience had taught us that this was the best weather you could hope for at the pool. It was nice enough to go swimming, yet most people stayed home if the sky wasn’t blue. Their loss, more room for us!

After ten minutes of driving, tension rose as we made our way up the hill where the pool was located. Once you reached the top, you could see the entrance building in the distance. If a red flag was up, the pool was closed, giving you the chance to turn back.

We made the last corner. The flag wasn’t up. We all cheered, and Dad put his foot to the gas pedal a little harder. Half a kilometer later we pulled into the parking lot, which was only halfway full. We even got a spot that was close to the entrance.

We grabbed our stuff from the trunk and strutted up to the entrance, where we stood in line for a minute or so, then it was Mom’s turn at the ticket window. I slid the headphones down around my neck to hear her say, “We’d like an annual pass for two adults and two kids, please.” I saw her slide a hundred-euro bill and a few coins over the counter and gulped. I didn’t know the tickets cost that much! After doing a little head math, I was pretty sure we would get our money’s worth, though.

The lady behind the counter gave Mom four tickets. Hers and Dad’s were orange, mine and Bo’s were green. Mom handed us ours, and we put them in our wallets.

“Please don’t lose them,” Mom said.

“Sure thing,” Bo and I exclaimed at the same time, perhaps a little too blithely. Mom chuckled nervously.

We went through the turnstiles and stopped in our tracks to take in the view. The pool was vast and sprawling. To the left of us was the kiosk, a little store with a food section. Lockers and showers were to our right. In front of us, a big green meadow sloped its way down to the pool supervisors’ cabin, which housed more bathrooms and a big viewing deck on top, situated on the near side of two large pools.

The one on the left was a deeper one for swimming laps, divided into six parts by broad white underwater markings. On the far side, its floor sloped beneath two diving platforms.

Right next to it was the non-swimmers’ pool, a shallower one used mostly by kids and families for playing, separated from the larger pool by a gridded drainage on which you could walk. A yellow, sixty-meter-long water slide twisted its way into the water on the far end.

To the right of the pools was a short set of large stone steps leading to a big lawn, where some groups had already claimed spots. It didn’t matter to us, we had our own favourite spot somewhere else.

From up by the turnstiles, you could only see the center third of the pool. The two big pools and the lawn were framed by tall hedges on both sides. The big, sloping meadow continued behind the hedge on the left. Past the hedge on the right-hand side were a large playground in a wooded area, soccer and volleyball fields and a bocce court.

A smaller third pool adjoined the playground. It was meant for children up to ten, but I’d gone there with Bo last year because the water there was warmer than in the large pools, and the short but wide metal slide in the center of it was great for raucous games — at least, until the supervisor had enough and made us stop.

We made our way down the meadow and past the pools. A lot of people were swimming and playing already, their sounds drowned out by my personal soundtrack coming through the headphones, mysterious and passionate.

I was riding, riding on my bike; me with my friend, we’re so alike.
Am I all alone?
She said, “All we have is this;” we just had to stop and share a kiss.
Am I all alone?
Cover your eyes and click your heels; can you believe how good it feels?
Am I all alone?

Walking up a small hill behind the big water slide on the far end of the pools, we were delighted to find our spot completely unoccupied. Mom spread out the two large blankets underneath “our” tree; one for her and Dad, one for Bo and me. We were by one end of a tall hedge, right between the water slide and the sand court of the beach volleyball field.

I set down my backpack and turned off my Discman as Anthony Kiedis was singing “I’m falling into grace with you.” I took my headphones off, spread my towel on the blanket, took off my sandals and walked past our tree to the tall metal fence surrounding the pool. There were large pastures to the outer sides of the pool and a rocky slope down the hill ahead, offering a great view of the valley below. In another month or so, the shepherd would probably be back with his flock of sheep, circling their way around the poolside.

“What’chu waiting for, Lisa?” I heard Bo call out behind me. I turned around to see her stripping down to the brightly coloured bikini she’d been wearing underneath her clothes. Grinning, I took off my shirt as I jogged back to our spot. Once there, I stripped out of my shorts, too.

Bo was already running off. As I gave chase, I heard Mom calling out behind us, “What about sunscreen?” but I pretended not to hear her. It was cloudy anyway, so what did it matter?

I caught up to Bo halfway up the spiral stairs to the water slide where the line began. I wrapped my arms around her from behind, making her laugh. We both shrieked loudly in surprise when cold water dripped down on us through the steps above.

Slowly, we made our way to the top, people starting to line up behind us along the way.

When the last person in front of us went down the slide, Bo turned around to me and said, “Rebecca taught me a trick for going down the slide extra fast when we were at the indoor pool. Look.”

I stared wide-eyed as Bo cupped her butt cheeks and spread them, letting her bikini bottom slip into the crack, then sat down swiftly between the water jets at the top of the slide. The guy in front of her made his way past the red marking that signaled she was good to go, and with one push, Bo skidded off, lying flat on her back and crossing both arms in front of her chest to pick up speed.

Quickly checking to see that no supervisor was paying attention, I copied Bo and spread my butt cheeks apart, my swimsuit bottom nestling into my crack. I heard whoever was behind me give an appreciative whistle as I slung myself down the slide giving chase to Bo, ignoring the red marking way ahead of her.

She was a few meters in front of me, but I was catching up fast, using a well-tried technique. Beside my butt cheeks, only my shoulders and heels were in contact with the slide. Bo’s friend had definitely been right, though. Without the swimsuit material between my butt and the slide, I was going faster than I’d imagined. As a nice aside, it made me feel wild and crazy.

Halfway down the slide, in one of the bends, I caught up to Bo. Apparently she hadn’t noticed me yet. My feet landed on her shoulders and I gave her a push. She squealed in surprise, skidding away from me even faster than before thanks to the boost I’d given her.

The home stretch of the slide gradually sloped into a corner of the pool, the rising water slowing down the riders. There was a rail to the left, behind which people could watch; to the right, you could swim off into the pool.

Bo sat up and adjusted her bikini bottom as she slid into the pool, slowly coming to a halt near the end of the slope. I did the same and slid right into her, putting my legs around her and hugging her from behind. She laughed.

“You’re not supposed to chase me,” she said.

“That’s right,” someone said to our left.

I looked up to see a pool supervisor leaning on the rail, a mustachioed guy with a cowboy-style hat around forty, eyeing us through a pair of sunglasses. I gulped and let go of Bo.

“Chasing people is forbidden, and I’m sure you girls know that already since there’s a big sign by the top of the slide stating just that. Can’t miss it. Now I know it’s the first day of the season and we’re all excited to be back, so I’ll give you guys a pass. But I catch you doing that again, you’re out.”

“Sorry about that,” I said meekly, thinking about the annual tickets we’d only just gotten.

“All right,” he said, holding my gaze for a long moment. Then he said, “I just realized you couldn’t see this because I’m wearing sunglasses, but I gave you a playful wink right now, so scoot off already.”

Bo and I laughed. “Okay. Thanks for the pass,” I said.

Bo and I used our feet to push ourselves off the edge of the pool into the deeper water as he left, looking like he had very important business to attend to. I took a deep breath, held my nose and dove underwater backwards, submerged for the first time.

Weightless, I used all my limbs for changing position and doing somersaults, enjoying the cool water all around. I saw Bo diving right next to me, holding her nose too, hair clouding around her head as if she was a mermaid.

She’s so beautiful, I thought.

We dove the width of the pool, only coming up for air when we’d almost reached the drainage that separated the swimmers’ pool on the other side. We swam the last few meters, lifted ourselves onto the grid that covered the drainage and sat down next to each other, our lower legs still dangling into the pool, water swashing over the sides and streaming along the drain beneath our butts.

“What you wanna do now?” I asked Bo.

“Dive to the bottom of the other pool,” she said.

“Let’s do it.”

We lifted our legs from the water, stood up on the grid and walked over to the corner of the swimmers’ pool. You weren’t supposed to dive in from the drainage. As a matter of fact, you probably weren’t meant to walk on it either, since there was a rail on the end that was supposed to keep you out. But everybody did it, and the supervisors didn’t say anything as long as you didn’t bother the swimmers by doing wild jumps in their path.

We stopped at the end of the drainage and faced the swimmers’ pool, both of us gazing into the water-filled abyss beneath us. We were on the side of the pool with the diving platforms. The water was four meters deep here. I looked around. No swimmers were close to us.

“On three?” I asked.

“On three.”

Bo and I took big breaths, held our noses and looked at each other. In tandem, we counted to three and hopped off the grid, diving into the deep; sinking quickly at first, then slowing down. The water making its way around us was a deep, droning sound that faded into silence as we reached equilibrium.

I hadn’t quite reached the bottom. I looked next to me and saw Bo landing on the floor. She used her feet to push herself up, racing past me and back up towards the surface. With the floor out of my reach, I had to tread my way up without a boost. It took me a few long seconds to get to the surface. Gratefully, I took a deep breath of air.

“I did it!” she said.

“Yeah, I saw. I just missed it.”

“Again, again!”

We got back up on the grid and dove in again. The second time, I reached the floor, too. We hopped in a couple more times, getting better at it with each dive. The more velocity you had by the time you reached the floor, the more you could bend your knees for a powerful boost back up to the surface.

Coming up from our fifth dive or so, we spotted Mom walking up to us. She was wearing a red one-piece swimsuit that Dad kept comparing to Pamela Anderson’s. Bo and I only had a vague idea of who that was, but even we called it Mom’s Pamela Anderson swimsuit. Mom was a little chubby, but her ample bosom and graceful walk more than made up for it.

Mom stood by the edge of the pool. “Hey, girls. How’s the water?” She dipped her toes skeptically.

“Great!” ”Perfect!” Bo and I replied at the same time.

Mom chuckled. “All right, then.”

She bent down and steadily lowered herself into the water. I admired her for being able to do that. I could only brace the initial cold by diving in quickly. Doing it gradually felt way more cruel to me.

“I’m gonna swim a few laps,” Mom told us.

“Where’s Dad?” I asked her.

“‘Sunbathing’,” she said, using finger quotes. Bo and I giggled. Dad was probably taking a nap. He always dozed off at least once when we went to the pool.

“You wanna swim a lap with Mom?” I asked Bo.

“Sure,” she said.

“Okay, all right!” Mom said, smiling brightly.

She pushed herself off the edge and started swimming. Bo and I followed suit, but we were no match for Mom. She swam ahead, leaving us behind. I knew this was about getting in shape for her, so I wasn’t disappointed. Bo and I leisurely swam next to each other.

We were maybe three quarters along the way when Mom passed us in the other direction. “Have fun, you girls,” she said in between strokes.

“Okay!”

Bo and I finished our own lap. Bo leaned back against the side of the pool, hooking her arms over the edge behind her. Facing her, I put my hands on her elbows and my feet around her, encircling her.

She looked at me, smiling. “You’re all around me.”

“Yeah,” I said, pulling myself closer, bridging the gap of water between us and hugging Bo to the edge.

Our faces were almost touching. I kissed Bo’s cheek right next to her nose. She giggled and gave me a tender kiss on the same spot, then said, “I need to pee.”

I needed to go, too. I freed her and we climbed out of the pool.

We were right by the supervisors’ cabin, which also housed restrooms. Dripping, we scurried through the coolness of the air into the girls’ restroom, taking stalls next to each other.

Before I started stripping my one-piece down to my knees like I’d always done, I had an idea. I just pulled the crotch to the side instead, holding it there. A little nervously, I started peeing, but my swimsuit stayed in place and my hand was safely out of the way of the stream. I felt giddy and naughty, peeing while my body was still clothed in my swimsuit, only my pussy exposed.

I heard Bo flush beside me. Leaving her stall, she said, “Gonna wait for you outside, Lees.”

I wiped my slit and dropped the paper into the toilet. Having been so close to Bo in the water, the sight of my bare pussy was turning me on. Still holding the crotch of my suit to the side with one hand, I began to rub my clit with the other. Spurred on by the lewd sight, the sensations felt delicious.

I considered rubbing myself to orgasm, knowing it wouldn’t take me long. It felt like desecration, though. Orgasms were meant for cozy beds, not public restroom stalls. Still, I continued to masturbate until I was close to coming. Wistfully, I nestled my swimsuit back into place, giving my crotch a few reassuring pats. Feeling silly, I even said, “See you later, buddy.”

I flushed, left the stall and washed my hands. Outside, I saw Bo doing knee bends and waving her arms in front of herself to warm up, still dripping a little. She stopped when I caught up to her, getting on her tiptoes and stretching her arms instead. I used the opportunity to tickle her armpits.

“Hey!” she yelled, swatting my hands away. Then she grabbed one of them, took me in tow and started walking up the stairs behind the supervisors’ cabin that led to the viewing deck on one side and the small kiddies’ pool on the other.

Holding Bo’s hand made me nervous and excited at the same time.

“What are you in the mood for?” Bo asked me.

Making out with you, I thought. “Oh, you’ll never guess,” I said, chuckling.

“Hmmm,” she made. “Warming up in the kiddies’ pool?”

“Nah.”

“Going down the slide again?”

“Nah.”

“Volleyball?”

“Nah.”

“Doing something naughty with me?”

My brain did a double-take. Did she really just say that? Is she trying to set me up? I had to make an effort not to stammer.

“No,” I said, giving Bo an incredulous look that wasn’t hard to fake.

“Oh,” she said. “You wanna go and grab candy from the kiosk?” Like nothing had happened.

“We better go back to our spot then, and see if we can bother Dad for money,” Bo said.

“All right.”

We reached the end of the stairs, passed the kiddies’ pool and walked around the hedge to our left, past the soccer and volleyball fields on the other side towards our spot. We didn’t talk the whole way, but we kept holding hands, and occasionally Bo would start skipping beside me spontaneously for a few steps, making our arms swing.

I kept glancing at her — a giddy, bouncing eleven-year-old who probably had no idea how much she was toying with my mind and body. She was wearing the same bikini as last year. It had been flat against her chest last summer, but this year, her breasts were just starting to bud, visible as small bumps underneath her top. If it was a trick question, why is she still holding my hand?

We got to our spot to find Dad lying on the blanket with both arms across his chest, the brim of Mom’s straw hat draped over his face. I wondered if he or Mom had put it there.

“Hey Dad, you awake?” Bo said softly. No reply. “Crap,” she pouted.

“Hold on,” I said. “I think I might still have a few coins in my backpack.”

I checked the front pocket. Beaming, I produced around two euros’ worth of change from it, holding out my hand to show Bo. In a swift move, she grabbed the coins from my hand and took off running. I had to stop myself from yelling at her, not wanting to wake up Dad. Of course, I raced after her.

Thanks to her surprise tactic, Bo had a pretty good lead on me, but we both knew I was gonna catch her eventually. She kept glancing behind herself to look at me, grinning like a maniac.

“I’m bigger and faster than you,” I yelled tauntingly once we were a good distance away from Dad.

“Nope,” she exclaimed, despite her diminishing lead.

I caught up to her by the soccer field, grabbing her arm mid-run. “Eeeep!” she shrieked loudly, whirling around to face me as we came to a stop.

I didn’t let go of her arm. “You stole my money,” I told her. “You’re a bad girl.”

“Am not,” she said meekly, cheeks flushed with excitement. She looked like she was trying not to grin.

“What am I gonna do with my prey, now that I’ve caught her?” I mused. Bo tilted her face down, still looking at me. “I know,” I continued. “I’m gonna carry you to my feeding place, and that’s where I’m gonna eat you. And you can carry my money for me.”

In a swift move, I turned her to her side by the shoulder, bent down and picked her up off the ground. She yelped in protest, but slung her arm around my shoulder for support. Calmly, I made my way past the soccer field and the playground, where a bunch of children were playing. Some of them looked at us.

“Let me down,” Bo said quietly. “I’m not a little girl. The kids are laughing at me.”

“Too bad,” I scolded. “Enjoy your last moments alive, little thief, because you’re about to get eaten.” In a quieter voice, I said, “Besides, you liked it when I did it at home.”

She didn’t respond to that, and I could tell from the flushed look on her face that her protest had been fake, anyway. She enjoyed being shown off. My insides felt gooey.

By the time we got to the kiosk Bo had gotten really heavy, and I looked forward to putting her down. I stopped walking, tilted my head to the side and looked at her face.

“Gotta make sure you taste good before I eat you,” I told her. I pushed my tongue out and gave her a broad lick across her face.

“Eeewww!” she said, immediately wiping her face with the back of her hand.

“That’s what I thought,” I said. “Gross. Not gonna eat you after all. You can go, I guess.” Gently, I set her down. “You wanna go get candy while I sit down over here?” I asked, pointing my thumb at one of the chairs on the patio.

“Okay,” she said, beaming. “What kind do you want?”

“Surprise me,” I told her, taking a seat.

Bo bounded inside, giving me some time to relax both my mind and my neck. I rubbed it as I gazed across the pool. There were people sprinkled about in every section, but it was still far from crowded. In spite of how warm it was, the sky was still grey. People are daft to be missing out on this, I thought.

Bo came out of the store with a box of cookies. “Awesome!” I said.

“Yeah,” she agreed, grinning from ear to ear.

“Should we go back to our spot?” I asked.

“Okay.” She handed me the change — refusing to relinquish the cookies, though. She held the box in front of her with both hands like a sacred relic.

As we walked back towards the playground, I gathered up all the courage I could muster.

“What did you mean when you asked me earlier if I wanted to do something naughty with you?” I asked quietly.

“I dunno,” Bo said, looking at the ground. “I thought that maybe you wanted to kiss me or something.” She paused; then, so quietly I could barely make it out, she continued, “On the mouth.”

I contemplated for a moment. “And what if I did?” I asked.

“I’d probably let you,” she said. My heart bounced up and down in my chest. I felt dizzy.

“Even though you know it’s naughty,” I clarified, more of a statement than a question. Bo didn’t reply, but I thought that was answer enough.

I put my hand on her arm. She took the cookies into her other hand and held my hand. It felt like we’d made a deal. My breath was trembling.

Instead of making a left around the hedge, I continued straight towards the wooded area of the playground, taking Bo with me. By the edge of the trees there was a storage shed, probably for gardening tools and stuff like that. The tall metal fence confining the pool was just past the shed, effectively creating a small backyard in conjunction with the trees on one side.

We turned the corner, walked a few steps out of sight and sat down next to each other, leaning against the stony shed, still holding hands. We put our cookies and change on the ground next to us. I gathered my thoughts, summoned up my courage.

“Well,” I said, “you read my mind. I really do wanna kiss you. Do you know what that means, though?”

Bo looked at me timidly. “I think I know,” she said.

“Tell me.”

“It means we’re bad. Kissing is something that boys and girls do, not two sisters.”

“Yeah,” I said, “that’s how most people think of it. And that’s what they told us in congregation. But I think they’re wrong.” Bo looked at me skeptically, so I elaborated. “I read up on it, you know. Sometimes, two girls can fall in love. Boys can, too.”

“Are you in love with me?” Bo asked.

All of the blood from my body seemed to rush into my head. I was so scared to tell her, but I decided to go through with it.

“I think I am,” I said.

“I’ve heard about that before. Two boys who love each other are gay, and two girls are lesbians. I know they told us that God doesn’t like that, but it doesn’t make sense to me. I know some girls in my class who say they’ve kissed. I don’t understand why it’s supposed to be bad.”

“Me either.”

“But it’s not just that we’re two girls, we’re sisters too. That’s incest,” she continued.

“I know,” I said, feeling like a monster. I was surprised that Bo was familiar with these words and concepts. “Do you know why people think incest is wrong?” I asked her.

“No.”

“If a boy and a girl from the same family have sex, their kids are often born with disabilities.”

“Really?” she said, looking a little freaked out.

“Yeah. Something about their genes being too similar or something. But we’re two girls. We can’t get each other pregnant to begin with, let alone from kissing,” I explained. In the back of my mind, I already started wondering if things might progress to more than just kissing in the future.

“So us being lesbians is really a blessing in disguise, then,” Bo said straight-faced.

I burst out laughing. Bo just giggled nervously.

“I guess so!” I said, catching my breath, then paused. “Wait. So, do you think you’re a lesbian too, then?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” she said. “I’ve never thought about it like that. I just know that I like sleeping next to you, and cuddling with you, and kissing you, and all those sorts of things.” She paused. “Are you a lesbian?”

“Yeah,” I confirmed, not feeling as scared anymore. I thought the conversation was going pretty well. We were still holding hands. “I figured it out last year,” I told Bo. “I got a crush on this girl that takes the same train as me in the mornings. Then I realized that I’d always had crushes on girls, I just didn’t notice.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever really had a crush on anyone,” Bo said; then she knitted her brows, looking at the ground in thought. “Or at least I don’t think so.” Another pause. She looked back up at me, looking a little contrite. “I do think I have a crush on you, though.”

My insides melted. “Will you kiss me, then?” I asked.

“Yeah.” Bo gave me a bashful smile, but she was still thinking. “Have you ever kissed anyone before?”

“Just you.”

Her smile brightened, lighting up her entire face. “I’m gonna be your first official kiss, then! And you’re gonna be my first official kiss!”

“Yeah,” I said, beaming back at Bo.

“Okay,” she said. “Enough talking, then. Kiss me already.”

My stomach did a somersault inside my belly. Now that things were coming to a head, I felt nauseous.

“Just one more thing,” I told her. Bo just looked at me, so I continued. “It needs to be a secret. Mom and Dad can never know.”

“Duh!” she said. “I’m not stupid, you know.” She gave me a smirk that made her look wicked and naughty to me. My nausea turned into something wilder. “Kiss me, you dork,” Bo repeated softly, grinning.

Head over heels, I thought.

I leaned in and kissed her. I let my lips linger on hers, basking in the moment, in our first “official” kiss, trying to capture the feeling, trying to make a memory, trying to make it last forever. It was sweet and warm and spring-like, and despite all our talk about it being naughty and for lovers only, it was just as sisterly. I looked into her eyes throughout.

“I’m falling into grace with you,” I said as we broke the kiss.

“Oh, it’s a lyric in a song that I was listening to earlier.”

“I like the sound of that,” she said after thinking about it. “We’re not falling from grace, we’re falling into grace.”

“Yeah,” I said and leaned in again, hungry for more.

I let go of her hand. Instead, I softly cupped Bo’s head in my hand as I kissed her. Passionately, I pressed my lips to hers, looking deep into her wide brown eyes. I don’t know who started it, but a moment later, we were gently nibbling on each other’s lips, not just letting them linger in place anymore. Our slightly opened mouths made soft, sweet sounds together that mixed in with the birds chirping around us. My heart felt close to exploding.

Without really breaking the kiss, just in one of the short moments that our lips weren’t touching, I told her, “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Bo said so quietly that her voice broke at the end. She cupped my head in her hand, too, her lips already back on mine. She was enjoying it just as much as me.

We ran our hands through each other’s hair. I didn’t know what I loved more, feeling her soft hair flowing through my hand, or her doing the same to me, gently massaging my scalp. All the while, we were drowning in each other’s eyes. Drowning in the sea of love, I thought, remembering a song lyric from an older decade. I always thought people closed their eyes when they kiss, but I can’t get enough of looking into her, falling into her.

On impulse, I started moving my kisses away from her lips, nuzzling my way up her cheek. Bo sighed blissfully. I was so much in love with her. I showered her temple and forehead with more kisses, making a circle down her other cheek.

“I, love, you, so, much,” I said in between kisses. Bo just giggled beneath my affections, sounding happy as can be.

Before I got back to her lips, I stopped, touching my forehead to hers, taking up eye contact again. Both of us were breathing fast and shallow.

“I think Mom and Dad are gonna miss us,” I said after a while.

“And I think it’s not Mom and Dad you’re scared of,” Bo said matter-of-factly.

Again, I looked at her incredulously. This girl knows me better than I know myself. How is she just eleven?

“One more round,” I said.

“Okay,” she agreed, absent-mindedly licking her lips.

It was different this time. Both of us leaned in, slow and with intent. Our lips barely brushed against each other, but somehow, that made it feel more electric. Bo caught on to it, too.

We pursed our lips again, slowly moving toward each other; we even stopped right before our mouths touched, only going in for the kiss at the last second, hardly making contact. It felt absolutely crazy this way; it was like the physical connection between us was replaced by a strong, immaterial pull, tugging at our hearts, filling them with desire and need. Can you believe how good it feels? Another song lyric from earlier.

We kept going and going like that, teasing ourselves and each other; sometimes, one of us would move in for the final contact and the other one would pull away, smiling playfully, making us start all over again and strengthening the electricity between us. We’d rub the tips of our noses together, giving each other Eskimo kisses in between real ones.

I didn’t know when Bo’s hand had left my head, but it was now resting flatly on my thigh, her pinky just centimeters away from where my swimsuit covered my pussy. My loins were crying out with hunger and lust.

I changed up the rhythm again, pulling Bo’s head in closer, kissing her vigorously. She responded in kind. Our kisses got wild and fast. I felt her squeeze my thigh.

It ended just as suddenly as it had started. We touched our foreheads together again, both of us panting now.

“Wow,” she said.

“Yeah,” I agreed. Catching my breath, I said, “Full disclosure, I don’t think I can take any more right now. I feel like I’m gonna melt into a puddle, or explode or something.”

“That’d be unfortunate. I don’t wanna kiss a puddle,” Bo said. “Sounds gross.”

“Exactly.”

“Full disclosure on my end, too,” she said. “I think I’m gonna want to do this again later.”

“Works fine for me,” I told her.

“One more?”

“One more.”

I closed my eyes this time as I leaned in for one more kiss. Shutting out the visual stimulation intensified all the other sensations. I heard the wind go through the trees above us, birds chirping in them. I smelled Bo, her face in front of me, young and tender and beautiful. I could taste her breath on my tongue as she got closer. And then I felt her lips back on mine, pushing into me as I was pushing into her, clumsily using our bodies in the physical universe to express a feeling that went far beyond it.

I opened my eyes as our lips parted.

“You got another nice song lyric for me?” Bo asked.

“Yeah,” I told her. “Get a load of these.”

This time, I sang it to her instead of just reciting it.

“Three pounds of love inside my skull… a million more lives, it’s never dull. Just a few times spun, spun around the sun… a couple more or less and then we’re done.”

Continue on to Chapter 7

By Purple Les

It was awful getting up for school after the holiday break. Too early, dark, and cold. I was quiet all day at school. I just wanted the day to end. I wasn’t even horny anymore.

The next day was a little better as I got used to my normal life again. Though I wished I was a grownup and didn’t have to go to school.

I only had two classes with Mary. Mary was in a class with the smart kids, and I was in a class with just us plain kids. The classes we were together in were P.E. and music. That was because music and PE were twice a week, and they combined our grades for those.

We would always eat lunch together, and if no one was at our table we’d talk about sex stuff to each other in a whisper. Most often though we weren’t alone.

I think I was getting on Mary’s nerves too. On the second day back to school, as we got off the school bus with the other kids and started our walk home together, I would ask her questions, what she called my perv questions. I guess they kind of were.

I asked her what she thought about having sex with a grownup woman. At first she wouldn’t even answer me. But each day she gave in a little more to my questions.

She went from saying, “You are too weird, perv,” to saying, “I guess it would be real cool with a teenager, like you did with your cousin Sammie.” Till finally by Friday saying, “Well, maybe I would, with a nice sexy grownup like your Mom.”

When we would get to my house and we said goodbye, it was too cold out to kiss so we would rub our noses together like Eskimos. One of the things I told her was how lucky she was to have a sister to have sex with whenever they wanted.

I said to her I almost wished I could have sex with my mom, to see what her reaction would be. I was surprised when she said that might be sort of cool. I asked her if she’d ever thought of having sex with her mom. She surprised me again when she said it may have crossed her mind.

Speaking of having sex with my mom, we really hadn’t done much since that day with her and Aunt Billie. I thought we would be all over each other every morning and night. Except for a little kissing and feeling up we hadn’t done anything sexy all week. I hadn’t even masturbated at all. Everything was just pretty much as usual.

Friday night after dinner and cleaning up the kitchen we were on the couch.

“Are we gonna watch a movie, Mom?”

We usually did on a Friday. We called it our wild night. We would watch a movie. Mom would have some wine. I would have some Ben and Jerry’s, then we’d fall asleep on the couch while watching the movie.

Mom started to twirl my hair with her finger. She sounded nervous and excited.

“Well, we could if you’d like. Or if you felt like it, um. We don’t have to, but if you really wanted, um. We could, I was thinking, Katy, um. If you felt like it, we could get in my bed and try out the laptop, um. You know, go to Juicy Secrets and catch up on stories and um, kind of play around or something. You know, if you’d think you’d like that. What do you think?”

Right off I felt a tingle down there and my face felt hot. “Um, yeah I like that idea, Mom.”

Mom bent down some and we kissed. We kissed for a while, and sort of felt each other up a little bit too. Then we went to her bedroom.

“Uh, you get comfortable, angel, and turn on the laptop while I go freshen up a little.”

Then Mom went to the bathroom. I pulled the covers on the bed back and turned on the laptop. I lay on the bed and then I had an idea. I took off all my clothes and got in bed bare naked and pulled the covers up over me.

When Mom came back in she pulled the covers back to get in to bed with me.

I loved the look on her face when she saw me.

“Oh! Well, angel, that’s a good idea.”

Then I watched Mom strip naked. That was getting me pretty gooey down there just seeing her get naked too.

Then we were under the covers together. We started rubbing off as soon as we started reading new chapters to stuff. Pretty soon we were playing with each other as we read.

We took turns reading aloud to each other too. We ended up just putting the laptop down.

We made love. The covers got pushed off so we could look at each other. We told each other all sorts of dirty things while we played around.

After we had both had really good cums, we lay under the covers. We read some more.

We ended up talking about sex. Mom told me all about how she had sex with Mrs Tran and her five-year-old daughter Lucy. What they did and how good it was. It sounded really cool.

I told Mom everything I had done with Sammie, Mary, and Lucy.

Mom told me about her having sex with my cousins, sixteen-year-old Sammie, and seven-year-old Penny. She told me about how her and Aunt Billie started having sex with my cousins. All the hot stuff, and pretty soon we were making each other come again. I stayed in bed with Mom all night. We slept.

We woke up during the night and had more sex, just kind of dreamy, dirty, lazy sex.

The next morning it was so cool to wake up together naked. We masturbated each other while we kissed. Then after breakfast Mom showered and went to the farmers’ market in town. I got dressed and started my chores.

I have to tell you some about the farmers’ market. It was a big deal. People came from all the other bigger towns near us for the market every Saturday. All the farmers and crafts people made most of their money every week from the market.

When I was little, Mom took me every week with her. One Saturday I got lost. I was crying and this woman saw me and said, “Why, aren’t you Carol Watson’s little girl?”

I told her that yes I was and my mom had gotten lost.

“Well, don’t cry. It will all be just fine.”

She took my hand and walked me over to the sheriff’s office. I found out that’s where all lost kids got taken to.

Well, there were a bunch of other kids there. Some my age at the time, 4 or 5 years old and some older, like my age now, nine.

Well, there was a TV on showing all these old black and white westerns. All the kids had a Dixie cup of ice cream and a wooden spoon and they were either eating some or holding on to the empty cup, and watching TV.

Sheriff Johnson kept a tally of each kid’s name. Anyone who was left after the market was over he would call their parents. Most always the kids got picked up after their parents were done shopping.

I had such a good time there I was sorry my mom was done shopping so soon. The sheriff had given me ice cream, and I loved Gun Smoke, which was almost over when Mom got there for me. I liked Miss Kitty, and Marshall Dillion’s horse.

“Aw, Mom, please it’s almost over.”

I hated to leave.

I really liked Sheriff Johnson also. He was tall with a big belly, and thick white hair. He sort of wore a uniform of sorts most days. Most other days he wore his farm clothes. He always wore his sheriff hat, badge, and the best part, a big old pistol just like the cowboys on TV. I liked the smell of his pipe tobacco. I hardly ever saw him smoke his pipe though. It was just always in his pocket. There was always a mom or two there also, because Sheriff Johnson would have to go patrol the market off and on.

The next Saturday I made sure I got lost right away. Even today when I go to the market with Mom, I just head over to the sheriff’s office after a while to watch TV.

While Mom was at the market I took down the Christmas stuff. I got the boxes out of the basement. I took off the tree ornaments, and put away the manger scene, and boxed them all up. I took them to the basement and put them away. Then I came back up and took all the lights down and put them away in the basement.

I took the tree out of its stand and dragged it through the front door and out our little enclosed front porch and left the poor tree in the front yard.

I vacuumed up all the needles and then vacuumed the rest of the house. Then I swept and washed floors and cleaned the bathroom.

I took out a pot in the kitchen and poured a little vegetable oil in it. I added popcorn seeds. I stood on the kitchen stool to turn on the stove and made enough popcorn to fill a big paper bag.

I turned the stove off and went to the basement and brought down the tree stand, and brought up a bushel basket full of pine cones I’d gathered in the fall. I spread newspaper all over the floor and dumped out the pine cones.

I filled the pine cones full of peanut butter and stuck popcorn to them. I put them back in the basket as I went. I put the basket by the back door. I picked up the newspapers and put them by the wood stove.

Then I put on my coat and boots. I went out to the front yard and dragged our little Christmas tree to the back yard and stood it up in a snow drift.

I stuck all the pine cones I’d filled with peanut butter and popcorn in the tree branches. I grabbed a few handfuls of bird seed from the back room and threw it near the tree.

I took another handful of seeds. I just stood out back with my arm out, palm up, holding up my handful of birdseed.

My chickadee friend started to sing before I could see her. Then she was on my hand eating the seeds. When she finished she looked at me like, “That’s it?” and flew off.

It’s funny to me how a bird so small can seem so big and powerful when it’s on your hand. Like you could feel its life.

I went in the house and took a shower. I held the shower hose against my pussy and it felt good but I didn’t make myself come. I dried off and went upstairs and put on clean clothes and underwear.

I came back down and looked out the back room window. The tree and yard was full of birds now. There was a rabbit under the tree eating popcorn the birds knocked down.

I watched for a long time and then went and lay down on the couch. I heard a car door, and Mom came in the kitchen with food from the market. She saw me on the couch.

“Really, Katy? It must be nice to just lay around all morning. Get your boots on and help me bring in the groceries.”

I did and then watched Mom put them away to see what we would be eating that week. Looked like we would be having a lot of soup and salad.

At the very end she pulled out some pastries she’d got. She saw my eyes light up.

“I figured we could have a little now, and save the rest to have with Aunt Billie tonight, what do you think, angel?”

I agreed it was a most brilliant idea.

We sat at the kitchen table eating. After we ate Mom went in the living room.

“Aw, Katy, you did a nice job. The house looks great. Thank you. I didn’t see the tree out front. Where is it?”

I took her to the back room. She sat in the rocker and I sat on her lap, with my legs hanging over hers. Mom had her arms around me, and I felt warm and safe. Now besides the assortment of birds, and the rabbit, there were some squirrels, and a deer.

Mom kissed my cheek and we watched the animals for a long time. A raven came and Mom got up.

“I’m going to start dinner now. How’s stew sound?”

She didn’t wait for an answer and headed to the kitchen biting her knuckle on her first finger. I followed her out to the kitchen.

She had me wash my hands up to my wrists with soap and hot water. She sat me at the kitchen table with a peeler and had me peel vegetables.

“I really like having sex with you, Mom. Do you think we’ll have sex with Aunt Billie again?”

“Oh, I’m sure we will. If you want to, that is. Do you, Katy? Did you like it with the three of us last week?”

“Sure did. I think three can be better than two sometimes, Mom.”

Mom just smiled at me.

Mom had the stew going and we just sat around. The doorbell rang and Aunt Billie was hours early. Her and Mom got right to a glass of wine, and the scratch-off tickets.

I sat on Aunt Billie’s lap and she pressed her hand hard against my pussy as she scratched her tickets.

She didn’t win anything and I said to her, “Oh well, lucky at love anyway.”

Then I pressed her hand harder against the crotch of my blue jeans. I lifted my head up and we kissed.

Her tongue was slick against mine. Real hot and wet.

I turned more and grabbed a boob. She put a hand under my shirts and was rubbing my bare back.

Mom made a little moan sound. We watched her finish her wine and turn the stew off. She sat back down at the table across from us.

Mom said, “Katy, stand up and kiss your Aunt. I want to see her feel up your ass while you two kiss.”

We did just that. With Aunt Billie sitting and me standing we were close to the same height.

I played with her boobs over her shirts, and she went from squeezing my butt cheeks over my jeans to sneaking a hand down the back of my jeans and panties.

We saw a movement and looked over in time to see Mom stand and pull down her jeans, she didn’t have any panties on.

Mom moved her chair closer to us, sat back down, and was playing with her pussy, while we watched her. Mom looked like she wanted to speak but wasn’t sure.

Then she said, “Come over here, angel, while we watch your Aunt Billie get naked for us.”

I stood between Mom’s legs while I faced Aunt Billie, my back to Mom.

Mom kissed my neck and ears and ran her hands all over me. I watched Aunt Billie undress.

When she was naked she started to masturbate right in front of Mom and me.

“That’s beautiful, Billie.” Mom said. “Now I want to watch you undress my hot little nine-year-old daughter in front of me while I diddle myself.”

Aunt Billie pulled my shirts up over my head, and off.

“I love looking at your chest, Katy.” Aunt Billie said.

I couldn’t think why she would like my flat chest and tiny tits. I guess like Mom she thought young girls were pretty.

She started kissing my little hard tits and I liked the way it felt. She squatted down in front of me and undid my jeans. My Aunt pulled my jeans down and I used my hands to balance on her shoulders while she helped me step out of them.

“Carol, I want to keep her socks on, okay?”

We looked over at Mom who had her fingers in her pussy and she just nodded yes.

Aunt Billie had me stand on the kitchen chair which made me a head or so taller than her. I was wearing a pair of the nice satin-like panties with ruffles that Aunt Billie had got me for Christmas. The neon blue ones this time.

“Now, Carol, I’m going to take down these panties to see my niece’s pretty, smooth, hairless, little pussy.” Aunt Billie said to my mom. Aunt Billie sounded out of breath.

Mom’s answer was to grab a dishtowel, put it on the floor and kneel over it, while she moved her fingers faster on her pussy. She was looking up at me, her eyes half open.

Aunt Billie turned me on the chair and pulled down the back of my panties, now they could see my bare ass. Aunt Billie kissed my butt cheeks and then spread my cheeks apart.

“Look at your daughter’s nice tight little pink asshole, Carol. I bet you love having your tongue in there, don’t you?”

I turned my head around as far as I could and saw Mom nodding yes.

Then Aunt Billie said to me, “Yeah, you like your Mom licking you there, don’t you? She ever put anything besides her tongue in there, Katy?”

“Yes, Aunt Billie. She stuck her finger in there.”

“Did you like that?”

“It was so weird, but, yeah, I liked it.”

Aunt Billie still had my ass cheeks spread wide open. I could feel the cool air on my butt hole. Then she said, “Katy, did Sammie ever lick you there?”

“She never got a chance to lick me anywhere, but I know for sure she would have if they hadn’t had to leave so soon.”

“Did you get to lick her?”

“Yes, but just her pussy.”

“You know, you, your Mom, and Sammie like butt licking.”

Then Aunt Billie touched my butt hole with the tip of her tongue. It sent a shiver up my back, made my pussy tingle. Then Aunt Billie turned me so I was facing her and Mom again.

“Now let’s get these pretty panties off you, so we can see that sweet little girl pussy of yours, Katy.”

True to her word Aunt Billie pulled my panties down the rest of the way. She kissed my little pussy, and then ran the tip of her tongue up and down it.

We looked over at Mom and she was squirting all over the dishtowel.

Aunt Billie helped me off the chair and I bent over and kissed her pussy. Then she hugged me, her boobs were right in my face so I started to suck her tits.

Mom said, “Oh, fuck, yeah!” and started to have a big messy squirt come. Now I knew why she’d put the towel on the floor. Mom just sat there panting. She finally got up and went to the bathroom.

When Mom came back out to the kitchen, me and Aunt Billie went to the bathroom. She sat on the toilet and peed, and I watched.

Then I peed while Aunt Billie washed up. I flushed the toilet and washed up. The we looked at each other naked and kissed. It was hot just looking at each other.

We went to the kitchen and put our clothes on because Mom was dressed. We didn’t put on our underwear though. Aunt Billie threw our underwear into Mom’s bedroom and then we sat down to eat.

Mom had made dumplings too. I mopped up the gravy in my bowl with some good bread from the market and sat back in my chair.

Aunt Billie had seconds. I thought about it but wanted to save room for desert later.

After we sat around the table for a little while.

Aunt Billie said, “I brought along another DVD, Katy. One I think you’ll really enjoy. Shall we go to the living room and watch it?”

“Yeah, for sure.”

I moved fast to the living room and turned on the TV and DVD player. I sat on the couch and Mom came in with two glasses of wine.

Aunt Billie brought a DVD out of her bag and put it in the player.

Well I always enjoy home DVDs but I had hoped it would be something with naked girls and women again. Instead we were watching Sammie’s 14th birthday party.

I remembered it well. It was just a couple years ago. I was 7, or maybe 6, I get confused sometimes because my birthday is so close to the end of the year. Penny was maybe 5 or 4 years old I guess. Sammie, Penny, and me looked younger. Sammie had boobs but very small.

The grownups all looked the same to me, but Mom and Aunt Billie teased each other about their hair, and clothes, and stuff. There we all were on the TV being silly, and then we were singing happy birthday, and Sammie was blowing out her candles on the cake. Then she was opening presents.

You could tell it was summertime even though we were all inside Aunt Billie’s house. That’s because Sammie’s birthday is in August. Also because I had on my cutoff denim shorts and my ‘Twins’ t-shirt. Penny was in shorts and a shirt. Sammie had on a sundress.

I knew it had to be a hot day because even Uncle Peter had shorts on, and he hardly ever wears shorts. Everyone looked nice, but I didn’t like looking at myself. Not with my long dark brown hair which was all frizzy cause of the humid weather. I didn’t like my long skinny legs and big butt either. I saw myself on the DVD looking a lot at Sammie. I guess Mom must have known I had a crush on her.

Watching from on the couch we all had comments and silly things to say about everything. I was between Mom and Aunt Billie.

“You remember this, Katy?” Mom asked.

“I sure do. After she opened presents you guys were all going to sit around inside on a nice summer day. Uncle Peter asked me if I wanted to go hit golf balls with him at the driving range. That was way more fun. I had a great afternoon with him. We had french fries with gravy and saw a movie too.”

“I’m glad you had fun, Katy,” said Aunt Billie, “but here’s what we really did.”

Now it was just Aunt Billie, Aunt Sue, Penny, and Sammie on the screen. Mom was working the camera.

Aunt Sue said, “Okay, everyone, get into your birthday suits!”

Then I sat there watching as they all stripped bare naked. Mom had worked the camera to show everyone stripping and she had closeups of faces and pussies, especially Sammie’s and Penny’s. It looked like the grownups traded camera work, cause sometimes it was one or the other of them on screen doing stuff.

I looked at Mom and Aunt Billie, they smiled at me.

“Liking the movie, Katy?” Aunt Billie asked.

“Golly wow! I sure am. I wished I had stayed there now.”

Mom and Aunt Billie laughed.

“Hindsight is always perfect, angel,” said Mom.

There was a lot of kissing and hugging and dirty talk in the movie, then the next thing Sammie was on her back. Penny was sitting on her big sister Sammie’s face. Aunt Billie was squatting down so Penny could lick Aunt Billie’s pussy. Aunt Sue was on the floor licking her daughter Sammie’s pussy.

Then it changed again. Now Sammie was on her hands and knees, and so was Mom, who licked Sammie’s asshole. Aunt Sue was on her back while her daughter Sammie licked my Aunt Sue’s pussy, and Penny was on her back on a bunch of pillows licking my mom’s pussy.

Next Penny and Sammie were doing all these poses for the grownups, really showing off their private parts, and feeling each other up a lot.That part ended with Penny licking her big sister’s pussy.

Then later Aunt Billie, and Aunt Sue were on the couch. Sammie and Penny were going back and forth eating out their Mom and Aunt. The screen was dark for a moment and then there was whispering on the screen.

It was kind of dark but I could see what looked like my bedroom. Then we saw me in my bed asleep. We heard my mom’s voice on the screen whisper, “Go ahead, Sammie, she sleeps like a log.”

The camera moved back a little. There was Sammie bare naked. She pulled my sheet back. I had on a nightgown. I was on my tummy. Sammie moved the gown so you could see my bare ass.

Then she masturbated looking at my butt. The camera made a movement and then my mom was in the picture also. She was naked and on her knees licking Sammie’s pussy. Then the movie was over. I had my hands on my crotch.

“Did you enjoy that, Katy?” Aunt Billie asked.

“Yeah, I loved it. Mom, you didn’t have any pussy hair back then! Aunt Sue didn’t either. I can’t believe you guys were in my bedroom having sex while I slept. Did you do that a lot?”

I asked a million questions. Every answer brought another question from me.

Mom kissed me, then Aunt Billie kissed me. I felt like I was melting inside. I would start feeling so horny from one of them kissing me, and then the other would kiss me. It made me feel all dreamy. Then I felt my clothes being pulled off and then I was naked.

Mom and Aunt Billie stood up and were kissing and undressing each other. When they were naked too, they took my hands and led me to Mom’s bedroom. They took turns kissing me while the other would lick my pussy. It was Mom licking my pussy and Aunt Billie kissing me when I had a real nice come.

I kind of played with myself while I watched them do a sixty-nine.

I got sleepy and just curled up in the bed covers. I heard them just chatting and stuff.

Aunt Billie said, “Are you asleep, Katy?”

I just mumbled something and buried my head deeper in the pillow. I was asleep, but not quite asleep.

“Are you going to tell her, Carol? I think you should.”

“What’s the point, Billie? I mean I see it the way everyone does, but I don’t want to tell her. I really don’t think it’s right to.”

“Okay, Carol. She’s your daughter. You’ve brought her up better than anyone thought you could. What about the other thing?”

“I don’t think it’s any use. But I’ll do it. Just for you, Billie, to make you happy. And to shut you up. If it doesn’t make any difference, I hope you’re right and it does, but if it doesn’t, I won’t keep it up. Agreed?”

“Agreed.”

When I woke up in the morning, Mom and Aunt Billie had already been up for awhile. I sat between them on the couch while they had coffee. We all just had robes and slippers on.

“Mom, can we make a naked DVD with you and me? Aunt Billie could record it. Can we please?”

Aunt Billie smiled at me.

Mom said, “It’s not just that simple a question, angel. There a lot of very grownup things to think about if we do that.”

She looked at my disappointed face and said, “I promise I will think about it. But it’s not going to happen today.”

The rest of the morning was just lazy. After brunch I begged to watch the DVD again of Sammie’s birthday. Aunt Billie watched it with me while Mom did things in the kitchen and then went and showered.

We opened our robes and started to masturbate. Watching the DVD was making me so wet. While I watched it Aunt Billie got on her knees in front of me and licked my pussy till I had a come. Then I watched her rub off and have a come too.

Then Mom was back and told me to go shower. Aunt Billie wanted to shower with me. We played around in the shower and we both had another come.

Then we were just normal again. A mom, her daughter, and an aunt, just sitting around the living room. Aunt Billie left in the early afternoon. Me and Mom watched some TV and then read. We had dinner and read some more. We didn’t read anything dirty, just normal stuff.

Mom tucked me in later. I played with the puzzle box a little bit. Every time I did, I got closer to getting it open. I thought the week ahead would be pretty much the same as the week before, but I was very wrong. Something really wonderful happened.

Continue on to Chapter 11

By Misty Meadow

Looking back over my life, some days are more memorable than others: my first kiss, for example, or the day I nearly drowned in the surf on holiday in Scarborough, or the time I got falling-down-drunk on a stolen bottle of wine and threw up into the cat’s litter box, or the evening that my partner asked me to marry her.

But the day that remains most vivid in my mind was the first day of my last year at primary school. I was almost eleven and in retrospect, naive, innocent and vulnerable. No, this wasn’t the day of my first kiss, that had happened months previously when Jenny Archer, the most popular girl in my form, cornered me in the school bathroom, took me in her arms and kissed me hard, her tongue probing between my lips.

I fell instantly in love, but my crush was short lived when I discovered that she’d kissed at least a dozen other kids in my form and never started a relationship with any of them. She was, in short, a slut, though later in life I came to like sluts, if that’s what is meant by a girl who likes a lot of sex. In that case, I’m something of a slut myself. But I digress.

*****

I was walking home, my backpack slung over one shoulder. It was one of those unique English summer days when it’s unusually hot, when the air is still and the smells of the countryside, flowers, farmyards and fresh cut hay overwhelm the senses. I walked through the village and turned into the lane between the pub and the church. The houses petered out and then the trees arched overhead to form a kind of green tunnel. The temperature dropped to a pleasant thirty or so degrees.

I came to the public footpath that wound through Blackthorn Wood and connected with my own lane on the other side of the trees. I climbed over the stile and started along the path. One might be forgiven for thinking at an eleven-year-old girl should never walk alone on a seldom used path through a wood, but for as long as anyone in the village could remember, no little girl or boy had ever been endangered in any way so it was deemed safe.

I’d walked a few yards into the wood, listening to the unbelievably loud calls of a song thrush, resounding over the hum of insects, when I heard my name called.

“Misty!” I looked around. “Misty! Over here!”

I stepped off the path into the undergrowth and pushed between the dense bushes in the direction of the voice and soon through the trees I could just discern a splash of pale blue, the colour of our school’s summer uniform dress. I pressed on until I came to a small clearing with a large tree dead in the centre. This was no ordinary tree. Whatever species it was, its branches sprang out from quite close to its base, lots of them, at all angles, making it eminently climbable.

Standing on separate branches three or four feet above the ground and holding on to the trunk were Kit and Sky, two girls who were a year above me and now in the senior school.

I grinned at them. They’d been the “bad girls” of the junior school — always in trouble, ever defiant, independent, contemptuous of authority and enormous fun to be around.

“What’s up?” I asked, stepping up close and dropping my backpack near to where theirs lay at the foot of the tree. To my astonishment, I noticed two pairs of white knickers had been carelessly tossed on the ground next to their backpacks. I looked up at the girls. As always, they had mischievous grins on their faces.

“We wanna show you something, Misty,” said Kit.

“Yeah,” said Sky.

“Let me guess,” I said. “You’re not wearing knickers.”

“Exactly,” said Kit. “It’s been so hot today that just before last period, we went into the bathroom and took ’em off. We sat all through history class, hoping that Miss Baker would see, but she never even looked our way, so we pretty much wasted our time.”

Miss Baker is a very good looking teacher in her twenties who is probably on the receiving end of more crushes than she can count. The rumour is that she’s a lesbian, but there’s no actual evidence.

“Actually, our time’s not totally wasted,” said Sky. “‘cos you’re here, Misty. You’re pretty, though maybe not as gorgeous as Miss Baker, so we’re gonna let you look up our dresses.”

“Yeah,” said Kit, “and let you see our cunts.”

I was a bit shocked by her use of the forbidden word, but then these two little she-devils did all sorts of forbidden stuff. I’d always called my vagina my “muffin,” but then and there I made a quick resolution to use the “C” word from now on.

“Wanna see?” asked Sky.

Although I was working hard to appear nonchalant, my insides were churning with excitement. I was about to get involved with something totally wicked with these girl rebels. The only cunt I’d ever seen, apart from my own, was my mother’s — hidden under a mat of crinkly hair, barely visible as she stepped out of the shower back when I was little.

I frequently inspected my own muffin in front of the mirror in my bedroom, spreading it wide with my fingertips and admiring the pinkness inside. And in bed, in the secret cave of my blankets, I’d touch it, pushing a finger inside, then sniffing and tasting it (like all girls of that age do, I later discovered). I’d found that sensitive spot, up at the top, that likes to be touched. Yes, I’d started masturbating, though I’d yet to have an orgasm.

I shrugged. “Why not?” My pulse was racing.

“Me first,” said Kit, lifting the hem of her dress up under her chin with one hand while she held on to the tree trunk with the other.

My heart skipped a beat when I looked at her treasure, so willingly revealed especially for me. If I’d just sneaked a quick look up her dress, it wouldn’t have been the same as this deliberate display. Her cunt was like mine, just a vertical slit with no trace of pubic hair. I stepped in for a close up look.

“It’s pretty,” I said, smiling up a her.

“It’s fuckin’ gorgeous!” said Sky from the other side of the tree. “I love her cunt, and she loves mine.”

“Go on, Sky, now you show her. Let darling little Misty see your cunt, too!”

She’d called me “darling.” Wow! I stepped to the other side of the tree.

“Ta-dahh!” Sky sang, raising her own dress. Her cunt was different, more developed than Kit’s, with a little arch at the top barely concealing that tiny bump that I now know is the centre of all pleasure. She had a few wisps of blond pubic hair. “Look at this puppy. Isn’t it cute?”

“Beautiful!” I murmured. “It’s so different from mine.”

“That’s ‘cos I’m a little older,” Sky said. “I’m gonna get my first period any day now. Look at my tits.” She tugged her dress up higher, just enough for me to see her budding breasts — barely perceptible swellings, though her nipples were a lot bigger than mine. “Kit’s got no tits yet, but I still think she’s sexy.”

Both girls stood there, dresses hoisted, allowing me to stare at them for as long as I liked. I glanced back at Kit, who was now crouched down in a squat, still holding on to the tree trunk. I stepped over and stood close, my face just a foot or so from her cunt.

“Go ahead, kiss it!” she commanded. I heard Sky chuckle.

“No way!” I protested, faking disgust. “That’s gross!”

“Oh, Misty, you have so much to learn,” Sky said, shaking her head. “Kissing cunts is the best fun ever.”

“But it must taste awful. That’s where you pee from!” I was familiar with the taste of pee — having, at one time, put my finger in my stream and then sucked it.

“Speaking of which,” said Sky. “Watch this!” Still hoisting her dress up she thrust her hips forward and let a stream of pee arc out and fall to the ground. When she finished, she dropped her dress, then used the hem to wipe herself. “Gotta get myself nice and clean so it tastes good when you kiss it, Misty.”

“I’m not gonna…” Before I could finish my protest, Kit followed Sky’s lead, sending her own jet of pee out so that I had to quickly step aside to avoid getting drenched.

“Sorry, Misty, I shoulda warned you.” Like her friend, she used her dress to wipe herself. Perhaps I ought to have been offended, but it seemed more like a shared intimacy than anything aggressive.

“Like I was saying,” I continued, maintaining my veneer of respectability, “I’m not gonna be kissing any cunts today.”

“That’s because you have no idea how much pleasure you can give to a girl when you kiss her cunt,” Sky retorted. “I bet you never had yours kissed.”

“That’s right,” I firmly replied.

“Oh, we gotta fix that!” said Kit.

“Where?” asked Sky. “Not my place. Mum’s home.”

“And not mine. It’s too far… and anyhow, I can’t wait to kiss Misty’s cunt. I wanna do it right now!”

Oh, my God! Both these wicked girls wanted me to take part in their naughty shenanigans, their forbidden games, their lewd activities. In truth, I felt enormously flattered. Being allowed to look at their cunts was exciting enough, but now that I thought about it, I felt that a faint taste of pee was a small price to pay for the intimacies that were now being proposed.

“Take your knickers off,” said Kit.

“No!” Sky interrupted, jumping to the ground. “I’m gonna take them off her. Lift your dress, Misty.”

My heart was pounding as I raised my dress up. Sky knelt in front of me and slowly tugged my white cotton knickers down my thighs, staring intently as my cunt came into view. “Oh!” she breathed, “it’s adorable!”

Stepping out of my knickers, I spread my feet far apart, allowing her to see everything.

Kit jumped down from her perch and knelt beside her, gazing at my treasure.

“Very kissable,” she commented, then looked up into my face. “Are you okay with this, Misty? Are you gonna let us kiss your cunt?”

I was touched by her concern. It was good to know that they weren’t going to pressure me into doing something I was reluctant to do. In any case, I was more than willing, I was eager.

“Lay down,” said Sky, tossing my knickers to join theirs. “On your back, with your legs spread.”

I looked at the ground. It was covered in leaf litter, bits of twig and who knew what else. I was gonna get my dress dirty and my bum scratched, and Mum would be furious.

They saw the look on my face. “Better idea,” said Kit. “Get up in the tree, like we were. We can lick you from down here.”

She helped me climb onto the lowest branch, pushing my bare bum with the palms of her hands. I stood there, balanced precariously, holding the trunk with one hand. I felt that I’d be more secure holding on with both hands, so I used my free hand to unbutton my dress all the way from bottom to top and let it fall open. Now, not having to hold it up, I could get a firm grip on the tree.

The caress of the fresh air on my body was nothing compared to the feeling of their gaze as they stared at my nakedness. I felt a warm glow spreading from my loins and all through my body.

I smiled down at them. “Do you think I’m pretty?” I asked.

“Utterly fuckin’ stunning!” said Sky.

“Absolutely totally sexy!” said Kit.

“Who goes first, then?” I asked.

“Me!” they chorused, shoving each other. “Me! Me!”

I had to giggle. “Calm down, girls, you’ll both get a chance. Alphabetical order.”

“Yippee!” Kit called, stepping up close to me. She took my dress and spread it wide open, studying my bare body, excitement written on her face. I moved my feet as far apart as I comfortably could.

“Oh, Misty!” she breathed. “Every time I saw you at school, showing off your knickers by hanging upside down from the monkey bars or doing cartwheels, I wanted this. I’ve had a secret thing about you… and now, you’re all ours. Just relax, and let it happen.”

She leaned close, cupped my bum with both hands and pressed her lips to my cunt in a lingering kiss. Then I felt her tongue press into me — not as far as my finger could go, but thrilling nevertheless. It pushed in and out, then withdrew to lick up and down the length of my slit, finally finishing up at the top where all the good feelings are. Her hair prevented me from seeing exactly what her tongue was doing, but I’d never felt anything like it before. Chills ran all through my body, and not just from the afternoon breeze.

“She likes it, she likes it!” Sky called. “I can see it on her face. Oh, she fuckin’ loves it! My turn now, Kit. Move over.”

Sky’s tongue seemed longer than Kit’s as she probed and licked me, driving me to new heights of delight. Her big eyes looked up at me adoringly.

“What do I taste like?” I asked — though I had a pretty good idea, because I’d sometimes taste my finger after pleasuring myself in bed at night.

“Delicious!” she answered. “Nothing like pee, just pure cunt.” She went back to licking me.

“Sky likes the taste of pee,” Kit said. “Give her a squirt, Misty.”

“No way!” I said, pretending to be horrified, but the idea was strangely thrilling.

“Another time,” Sky said, coming up for air, “in the bathroom at home, maybe.”

“Fuckin’ dirty slut,” Kit murmured. I knew she was referring to Sky. That was when I decided that “slut,” was a compliment I wanted to earn.

“How does it feel, Misty?” Kit asked. “Is she driving you crazy, like she does me?”

I had no words for how I felt, so I just moaned and thrust my hips forward. Sky’s tongue worked even harder. “It’s… awesome!” I finally managed to croak.

Sky surfaced. “Now that you know how much pleasure you can give a girl, how do you feel about licking us?” She stepped back and I jumped down.

“Get up in the tree!” I demanded. “I’m gonna kiss your cunts and lick you until — until you both fall in love with me!”

“Won’t take much licking for me,” murmured Kit. “I’m gonna take my dress all the way off, so I don’t have to hold it up.”

I glanced about a bit nervously, but we were too far from the path for anyone to see us. Kit unbuttoned her dress and shrugged it from her shoulders, then bunched it up and tossed it over to where the knickers lay.

Tall for her age, she was slender to a fault. I could almost count her ribs, and the nipples on her flat chest were no bigger than mine. Compared to Sky, she was a late developer, physically at least. I couldn’t take my eyes off her.

“You’re beautiful,” I murmured.

“She’s fuckin’ sexy!” said Sky. “Kit loves being naked and never misses a chance to take her clothes off, ‘specially if she can show it to a cute girl. I’m the same, come to think of it.”

She started unbuttoning her dress from bottom to top, then spread it wide, standing in front of me with her feet parted. Now I had a perfectly clear view of her tits, capped by visibly swollen nipples. I ached to take them in my mouth.

“You’re sexy, too, Sky,” I said. “Both of you are gorgeous!”

Feeling especially bold, I let my own dress slip from my shoulders and to the ground. There I was, deep in a secluded wood with two precocious, wicked girls, all of us naked except for our white ankle socks and sneakers. By then, the very remote possibility that someone might stumble upon us actually added to the thrill.

They climbed back up the tree, resumed their former positions and stood silently, waiting for me.

Which of them should I kiss first? Sky’s cunt, being more developed, was more interesting to me… but though Kit’s was pretty much just like mine, I decided that as she’d dropped a hint about falling in love with me, she should be the first beneficiary of my kiss.

I drew close, but the branch she stood on was higher than the one I’d used and her cunt was too high for me to reach. Holding on to the trunk, she bent her legs until she was in a squat, knees splayed as wide as they’d go. Her face was alight with excitement.

I leaned in and tenderly kissed her cunt, then gazed up at her. “I think you love me,” she said.

I nodded. At that moment, I was in love with both of them.

“Give her a good licking, Misty,” Sky called from her branch. “See if you can make her come.”

Extending my tongue, I did my best to copy what these two naughty girls had done to my cunt — probing, licking, running my tongue up and down Kit’s juicy sex. The taste was unusual, but really nice. I quickly realized that I loved it.

Placing one hand on the back of my head, Kit pressed me into her. “Oh, fuck, this is fuckin’ marvelous!” she gasped.

From the corner of my eye I could see Sky leaning out, peering around the tree trunk to get a better view of what I was doing. “You gonna come, Kit?” she asked.

“I don’t think so,” she said. “She’s really good at this, but if I come I’m gonna fall out of this tree and hurt myself.”

I promptly came up for air, peering up at her flushed face. “Oh, look at you, Misty,” she gushed. “Your big beautiful eyes are all lovey-dovey, and your mouth is wet from my cunt.”

“My turn! My turn!” Sky called.

I stepped across to her side of the tree. Sky’s branch was lower and her cunt was level with my face. Then, just as I leaned in, she lifted one leg up to her chest and propped her foot on my shoulder. “That’s better. Now I don’t have to hold on.”

With both hands, she drew my head in between her thighs. My lips met hers in a lingering kiss, then I began to explore her with my tongue.

Her cunt was somewhat larger than Kit’s, with her lips more developed and her clit quite accessible. I put my lips round it and sucked. I heard her gasp. I did it again, harder this time, then began to suck it in and out rhythmically.

“Oh, fuck me, Misty, where’d you learn to do that?” she groaned. “You’re driving me crazy!”

“Make her come, kiddo!” Kit called.

Sky’s whole body was trembling with excitement. My hands were resting on her bum cheeks with one of my middle fingers touching her brown rosebud. Looking up at her, I could see that her face was contorted with ecstasy.

Suddenly seizing hold of the tree trunk with both hands, Sky let out a loud cry. Her foot slipped from my shoulder and I held her tightly, still licking. Her knees buckled as she gripped the trunk firmly, panting like a dog. Then she gasped, “S-stop, Misty! That’s enough…”

Kit was giddy with delight. “She came! She came! You made her come, Misty, you foxy little slut. Wow! I’ve never seen it happen quite that fast. Now, how about finishing me off?”

Kit sat on her branch and turned to rest her back against the trunk, one heel up by her bum for support. I positioned myself between her thighs and started to lick her again. My tongue was searching for her clit, but I couldn’t find it. Nevertheless, she groaned and twitched and gave every sign of sexual arousal as I worked to bring her to a climax.

Very soon, Kit let out a cry. “Yes! Yes! D-don’t stop!” I didn’t, either — not until she squeezed my shoulder and said, “I came, Misty! You made me come, too.”

Stepping back, I saw that Sky had descended from her perch and was watching us, one hand between her legs, her fingers working.

“Fuck me, I almost came a second time just from watching you! She’s good, isn’t she, Kit? Good enough to be our friend.”

“Absolutely!” said Kit. “Would your mum let you come to a sleepover at my place, with me and Sky? It’s this Friday night.”

My heart surged. “Uh, sure! I bet she would.”

“Cool! My mum lets us sleep in her big bed and she stays in the guest room, so there’s plenty of space for three.”

“And, um, I can lick your cunts again…?”

“Yeah, and we’ll make you come like a rocket,” said Sky. “Where’d we put our knickers?” She went over to the pile of clothing, selected a pair and pulled them on. They were too tight.

“I think those are mine,” I said.

She laughed. “Yeah, I know. I like wearing another girl’s knickers.”

“Here, I’ll wear Sky’s… and you can wear mine!” said Kit.

I’d never done anything like that before, and the idea was strangely thrilling. Kit found hers, then came up to me and pressed them against my face.

“Give ’em a good sniff,” said Sky. “I love sniffing knickers. I’m gonna smell yours when Sky’s finished with them.”

I inhaled deeply, getting that same smell of my finger at night. It wasn’t exactly French perfume, but it had an aroma that I’d already come to love. I put them on, pulling them over my sneakers and up my legs as the girls watched. Then I found my dress and donned that, carefully fastening the buttons.

“A striptease in reverse,” said Sky. “Girl, you’re fuckin’ awesome!”

I watched as Kit put Sky’s knickers on and then, all too soon, we three were fully dressed.

“You come home this way every day, don’t you?” Kit said.

“Yes,” I replied.

“Yeah, we kinda knew,” Sky said, “so we waited here for you, and when we heard your footsteps on the path, we called you.”

“Wait, you mean you planned all this?”

They both grinned sheepishly. “Yeah,” said Kit, “since before the holidays. We’ve been waiting for school to start so we could…”

“…climb a tree with no knickers on…”

“And show you our cunts.” said Sky.

“And lick yours, if you’d let us,” said Kit. “I’d say it worked — didn’t it, Sky?”

“Same time tomorrow, then?” said Sky. I nodded, speechless with joy. “Get your mum to ring Kit’s mum about the sleepover, okay? Friday night, remember!”

They picked up their backpacks and started back towards the path. Sky looked over her shoulder, grinned at me and flicked the back of her dress up, showing off her bum, covered by my knickers.

“Bye, Misty,” she called, and then they were gone.

*****

Back then, there were no iPhones, no digital cameras and thus, no pictures to capture the moment, but now, many years later, the memory of that afternoon is still vivid. Since then, I’ve eaten a lot of pussies and offered my own cunt to many little girls and mature women, usually in places much more comfortable than in the woods.

But nothing has ever set my heart racing, my skin tingling and my head spinning like that amazing experience — being one of three little girls in a tree.

The End

By Amanda Lynn

Amanda looked at the two women sitting shoulder to shoulder across the table from her, watching her intently as they listened to the tale she spun. She reached over and thumbed the recorder.

“I don’t know about you two, but I’m getting hungry,” said Amanda.

She could see that both Cheryl and Lisa were breathing harder and she was pretty sure that Lisa’s hand, though hidden under the table, was on Cheryl’s lap doing who knows what. Wow! I must be turning them on…

“Um yes, food. Good idea,” Cheryl said, clearing her throat. Amanda caught Lisa’s eye and smiled as the woman blushed, withdrawing her hand.

The three women ordered lunch and chatted while they ate.

“Let me get this straight,” Lisa said with a grin, after swallowing a bite of her sandwich. “During the first day of your trip, you got two phone numbers, got laid, and got a guaranteed fuck buddy for the rest of the week.”

Amanda laughed and dabbed her mouth with a napkin. “You make it sound like that’s a bad thing.”

“Not at all. But, wow!” Lisa shook her head, grinning.

Cheryl raised an eyebrow. “I’m going to guess that the Wednesday night work commitment you spoke of is actually a rendezvous with Marie, the flight attendant.”

Amanda just smiled back mischievously and shrugged, saying nothing.

“I see. So… when does Sasha come into the picture again?” Cheryl asked.

“Who’s being nosy now?” Lisa giggled, playfully pushing her shoulder up against Cheryl, who wrinkled her nose and stuck out her tongue at her wife.

“Soon,” Amanda replied, laughing at their antics.

Once the meal was done, and they’d all taken a bathroom break, Cheryl keyed the recorder and Amanda continued her story.

*********

The seminar wasn’t starting until noon on Monday, so I was able to get some sleep after my decadent night of wine and sex. It was almost 9:00 when I woke, and I noticed that Jeannie was no longer in bed with me.

I glanced around the room. Thoughts of the girl having had regrets and sneaking out in the middle of the night ran through my mind. I crawled out of bed and headed for the bathroom. On the mirror, in red lipstick, she had left me a note.

Thank you for a great night.
See you at 6-ish. XOXO J.

Just below her initial was the unmistakable imprint of a lipstick kiss Jeannie had placed on the mirror before she left. I smiled and got into the shower.

Late that afternoon, when my work day was over, I returned to my room and changed into a pair of jeans and a baggy sweatshirt. The note on the bathroom mirror was gone. I wondered what housekeeping had thought when they saw that. Of course, I reasoned, they probably were used to finding all sorts of strange things left behind by their guests.

Shortly after 6:00, Jeannie knocked at my door. As soon as I let her in, she wrapped her arms around me. I leaned down and kissed her mouth.

“I couldn’t get you out of my mind all day,” she said, smiling sweetly at me.

“Same here,” I chuckled, kissing her again.

Jeannie and I went out for supper, then took in a show. After stopping for a drink, we came back to my hotel and spent the rest of the night exploring each other’s bodies with our hands and mouths. We brought each other to several breathtaking orgasms before drifting off to sleep, cuddling together.

Tuesday was much like Monday, and the evening was just as hot, passionate, and wonderfully orgasmic. Although I liked being with Jeannie, I really couldn’t see a serious relationship being a possibility, mainly because of the huge age gap. I was, after all, old enough to be her mother.

When the seminar paused for a short recess Wednesday afternoon, I looked at my mobile to check the time. The display showed 3:20 in large white numerals. From my pocket I took a piece of paper, the one Marie had given me with her phone number on it. I hesitated a moment before calling her. I’d lied to little Jeannie about my plans for that evening, and I was feeling a bit guilty about that. Finally, I took a deep breath and keyed the number.

After the third ring, a soft voice spoke. “Hello?”

“Hi, Marie? This is Amanda. We met Sunday on the flight to Ottawa. You gave me… uh, a lacy gift.”

“Oh! Hi! I’m so glad you called!” she exclaimed, before adding with a giggle, “I hope you enjoyed the gift.”

“Yes, I certainly did.”

She laughed, then said, “So, do you want to get together this evening for a drink and a bite to eat?”

“I would like that very much. I’ll be finished work at 4:30 and I’ll need an hour to get ready after that.”

“That sounds great. Where are you staying?” After I told her, she said, “Okay, um, there’s a really nice bar and grill next to the airport hotel. Shall we meet there, say, at 7:00?”

“Sure, that’s perfect,” I replied. “I’ll see you at 7:00. I’m looking forward to it.

I hung up after getting the name of the restaurant and went back to the conference room. Once I was done for the day, I headed back to my hotel, showered and changed into a pair of tight jeans and a polo shirt. At 6:30 I took the elevator down to the lobby, then hailed a cab. I had Googled the place Marie suggested, and gave the name and address to the cabbie.

After a twenty-minute ride, the taxi dropped me off. I paid the guy and made my way toward the entrance. The glowing red neon sign above the doors read Dino’s Bar and Grill. I smiled at the reference to the Thin Lizzy song, “The Boys are Back in Town,” and found myself humming the tune as I walked inside.

The restaurant was rustic with a western motif. It had a friendly atmosphere, and the distinct aromas of the meals being served made my stomach growl. A hostess approached me with a menu.

“I’m meeting someone,” I told her, looking around, “but I’m not sure if she’s here yet.”

“Amanda?” asked a voice from behind me.

I turned and smiled as Marie appeared from behind a privacy wall separating the entrance from the waiting area adjacent to the doors. She too was dressed in jeans and a loose polo shirt.

“You seem to have found her,” the hostess remarked. “Table for two?”

Marie and I nodded, already arm in arm, and the woman led us to a table near the back of the room. After we had been seated, she handed us each a menu. “Anything to drink?” she asked.

“Yes, a bottle of wine, please,” said Marie, “your house white.”

After the hostess left, Marie turned to me with a grin. “Neither of us has to drive, and it’s a short walk back to my room.”

Her blue eyes sparkled, and her beautiful ginger hair was no longer braided but instead hung in waves over her shoulders. A small band of freckles crossed over the bridge of her nose. Ruby red lips glistened in the pale light of the room.

She was breathtaking, to say the least, and I could feel myself quickly becoming aroused. I was certain this night would end with the two us in bed together — why else would she be here? I’d made it clear on the plane that I wanted her, and now she was reciprocating that interest. The only question was if we were going to make love or just fuck. Either one was fine with me.

I raised an eyebrow and tilted my head to the side. “So, are we going back to your room later?”

“I believe you owe me a pair of panties,” Marie said with a wink. “I may want to collect on that debt.”

We laughed together, and I took her hand, gently squeezing. It was warm, her touch inviting. Over the next hour and a half, we talked and ate and polished off a second bottle of wine.

After we finished dessert, Marie pulled out her wallet to pay for the meal. I tried to do the same, but Marie wouldn’t hear of it. “You’re on a date with me, so I’ll pay,” she smiled. I held up my hands in mock surrender.

As we walked, well, more like staggered out the door and toward her hotel, Marie hooked her arm securely in mine. With patches of snow on the sidewalk and all that wine in our systems, it was probably a wise course of action.

“It’s rather cold tonight, isn’t it?” Marie shivered, clutching at the open collar of her coat.

I glanced over at her and smiled. “You think so? Maybe I could help you with that.”

“Oh? What did you have in mind?”

I stopped and turned to face the woman, my hands on her arms. Her breath formed wispy clouds in the cold night air that drifted up past her cheeks. I looked into her amazing blue eyes, then leaned in and kissed her. If she was surprised, she didn’t show it. Our lips moved together, and I brought my hands up over her back. I opened my mouth and pushed my tongue against Marie’s soft lips. They parted, and our tongues met. They swirled and danced together. I could taste her cherry lip gloss and smell the lingering scent of the wine. She pulled me tight against her and moaned into my mouth.

“Warmer now?” I asked as I broke the kiss.

“Un-huh,” she nodded, wobbling a bit. Although it was a dark, starless night, I could easily see the broad smile that crossed her face beneath the glow of the streetlamp. I linked my arm with hers, and we headed for the hotel.

Once inside we walked slowly toward the elevators. The pretty girl behind the front desk looked at us, acknowledging our arrival with a smile and a nod of her head. I leered at her, licking my lips as I wiggled the fingers of my free hand in a saucy wave.

Marie slapped my behind. “Hey, none of that flirting now. You belong to me tonight, missy!” she scolded, pretending to be serious but failing as she giggled.

“Yes, dear,” I replied with a laugh.

We stepped into a waiting elevator car and Marie jabbed the button for her floor. As the doors were closing, I pushed her up against the side of the car and kissed her hard. My tongue found hers, and we kissed hungrily. Marie raised one knee against my hip, and I grabbed her ass. As she worked the zipper on my coat, I pushed my thigh against her jean-covered pussy and rubbed. She moaned at the pressure I applied to her sex.

We didn’t even notice when the car stopped at her floor and the doors slid open. A pair of young women, wrapped in a passionate embrace of their own, stumbled into the car, banging against the back wall.

Marie and I broke apart at the sudden noise, as did the preoccupied lovers. We looked at them and they at us, four women with sweaty faces and smeared lipstick. After staring in awkward silence for just a second, we all began laughing at our mutual embarrassment.

Still chuckling, Marie and I left the car and headed down the hall hand in hand. As soon as we were inside her room, she threw me onto the bed, jumping on me as I shrieked in surprise. She peppered my face with urgent kisses and managed to finish unzipping my coat before grabbing for my breast.

Marie’s hands were all over me, squeezing and rubbing. I moaned loudly, and she put her mouth over mine. We kissed wetly for several more moments before she stopped and drew away, leaning on an elbow.

“I’m sorry,” she said, “I’m not usually this, um…”

“Horny?” I offered, smiling at her.

She giggled. “I was going to say aggressive, but yes, I guess horny would be a good way to put it. I feel like a randy schoolgirl for some reason.”

She shook her head and stood up, running her fingers through her hair, then took off her coat and kicked off her shoes.

“Don’t worry about it,” I replied with a grin as I removed my own coat and shoes. “Horny is nice. Randy is too.”

“I must admit it’s actually been quite a long while since I’ve been with a woman. But ever since you touched me on the plane the other day, I’ve thought of nothing else.”

I got up from the bed, taking her hands. “Just like riding a bike, sweetie. You never forget,” I smiled as I slid my arms around her.

She laughed. “I never learned to ride a bike.”

I brought my mouth to hers and we kissed again as I clutched the hem of her shirt. Marie raised her arms, and I lifted the shirt up over her head in one fluid movement, dropping the garment to the floor.

I looked down at her chest, pale skin with a few freckles, and lovely, perky breasts. I could see the shape of her erect nipples poking through the material of her lacy white bra. Reaching behind her with practiced fingers, I easily undid the hook.

Marie let the straps fall off her shoulders, and the bra tumbled to the floor. Her nipples were small and pink and stood tall. I cupped her supple tits in my hands and ran my tongue around one of them. Marie drew a sharp breath as my mouth covered a nipple and I sucked it into my mouth. I circled and teased the nipple with my tongue, then kissed her mouth again.

“I want to see you naked,” Marie whispered, as she pulled my shirt up over my head and off.

I grinned, “Me too.”

She eagerly undid my bra and squeezed my breasts, pinching the nipples. I groaned, feeling heat and wetness building between my legs, then shoved Marie down on the bed while reaching for the snap of her jeans. I leaned in and kissed and licked her belly, running my tongue over her salty skin. Impatiently, almost desperately, I grasped at the material of her jeans, tugging them down off her hips and trying to bring her panties along with them. Leaning back, I grabbed each pant leg by the cuff and yanked hard.

Marie yelped as her ass slid toward the edge of the bed when her pants came off. With a giggle, she pushed herself back up onto the bed. Her panties hadn’t finished the journey with her jeans and now hung around her knees. I took hold and finished removing them, tossing them aside.

Then I stood, panting with lust, practically drooling as I looked at Marie’s delicious body. Her skin was fair, her tits round and firm, those hard pink nipples so inviting. A neatly trimmed triangle of red curly hair topped her moist slit. Her legs were smooth and slender, lightly freckled.

I quickly removed my own jeans and panties while maintaining eye contact with her, grinning excitedly. As soon as I was naked, I fell on top of the woman and fused my mouth with hers. I kissed her and nibbled on her lips. Our thighs ground against our pussies. My tongue explored her mouth as I pinched at her nipples and humped against her. Already I could feel an orgasm beginning to build. I broke the kiss and bit the soft flesh of her neck. Marie clawed at my back, groaning as her hips bucked against my leg.

“Goddamn, Amanda, you’re gonna make me come,” she whined.

I ran my hands down her chest and onto her breasts. Her skin was hot and flushed, her breathing labored. I kissed her tits and licked at the nipples. She tasted fantastic. I pinched and pulled at one nipple as I playfully nipped at the other. Marie continued to moan, her hips pushing up against the air, asking for it.

I kissed my way down her belly, soon sliding off the bed and onto my knees. Pushing her legs apart I kissed her inner thighs, up one side and down the other. Then I sat back on my heels for a moment and admired her lovely pink pussy. Marie’s lips had begun to spread and were glistening, slippery with her arousal. Her clit was engorged. I touched her opening with my index finger and eased it into her.

Crying out, she spread her legs even wider. “Ugh, Jesus, yes!”

I pushed a second finger into Marie and began to fuck her. The gooey juices flowed freely from her and made a delightful squishy sound. My own pussy was screaming for attention. I reached down with my free hand and touched myself, feeling my own wetness as I began to massage my clit. Then I leaned in and pushed the flat of my tongue over her sex, lapping at her sweet lips. Her body quivered and shook and Marie moaned with pleasure as I drank the nectar from her.

While still rubbing myself, I took Marie’s swollen bud into my mouth, sucking and flicking my tongue against her as she gyrated her hips, pushing up against my mouth. My fingers plunged into her deep and fast as her body writhed below me. Marie grunted and moaned and gasped for air as she pounded the bed with her fists, her head thrown back.

“Yes, right there, fuck yes, don’t stop!” she pleaded.

As I continued my assault on her clit with my mouth and tongue, I pulled my slick fingers from her vagina and pushed one finger into her anus. Marie screamed. Her body suddenly jerked and twisted. Juices squirted onto my face and over my chest. Marie stiffened, her back arched, and then she collapsed. Her breathing was shallow and rapid, her moans filling the air.

I withdrew my finger from inside her and licked her clit again.

“No, don’t!” She pushed my head away. “I can’t take any more.”

I crawled up beside Marie and lay next to her. I squeezed the soft flesh of her tit and pushed my tongue into her mouth. Our tongues played together briefly before she rolled me onto my back and climbed on top of me, straddling my hips.

“What the fuck did you do to me?” Marie asked, poking my breasts with a finger, playing with the creamy juices that coated my skin. “I’ve never had anyone make me come — let alone squirt — by shoving a finger up my ass.”

I smiled at the woman, watching as she licked the finger that had just gathered honey from my chest. “It looked so inviting I just had to,” I cooed.

She laughed as she smoothed her beautiful red hair away from her face before reaching for my erect nipples and twisting them hard. I yelped and bucked my hips in reaction. Losing her balance, Marie shrieked and lurched forward, her hands landing beside my head as she caught herself. Her tits were swaying just above my face now, so I reached up with my mouth and lapped at a nipple.

“No!” she scolded. “It’s my turn.”

Marie positioned herself on top of me, breast to breast and pussy to pussy, then pushed my legs apart with her feet and began to hump me. She held herself up so our stiff nipples could rub against each other. Our bodies were hot and sweaty and slippery from our juices. I moaned at the sensations of her mound grinding against my aching pussy. Marie smiled, kissed my mouth and sucked on my bottom lip.

Then she changed position, resting on a hip and elbow, leaning against me. Her leg was over mine, the top of her thigh pressing into my wet center. Torrents of pleasure raced through me. I pushed my hips up, humping her leg as she took my nipple in my mouth. She sucked at the flesh of my tit and ran her tongue around and over my erect nipple. I was on fire, quivering, a tremendous orgasm building deep inside.

Marie shifted her leg just a bit as she slid a hand over my belly and onto my mound, tenderly caressing. Then, without warning, she slapped my clit hard — once, twice. I jerked my hips and gasped loudly as both pain and pleasure shot through me. Slowly she moved down between my legs, kissing and licking my skin as she went, not stopping until I felt her soft lips kiss my pussy.

“Oh god…” I croaked as she licked up through my folds and back down and plunged her tongue inside me. She fucked me with her tongue, dipping as deep as she could into my core. I felt a finger tease around my anus, gently pushing against it. My whole body was alive with sensations, twitching in response to the pleasures she bestowed upon me.

Marie withdrew her tongue and kissed and sucked my pussy lips as she pushed three fingers inside me and began to fuck me hard. I bucked and cried out. She used her other hand to vigorously rub my clit. My back arched as I pushed up against her hands. My orgasm exploded, overloading my senses. I tried to scream, but had no breath.

The woman was relentless, carrying on with her exquisite torture of my sodden pussy. No sooner had my first titanic orgasm subsided than a second one swept over me. This one was just as pleasurable but different, somehow even more intense. I did scream this time, clutching at my pussy as I squeezed my thighs tightly together.

Marie pulled away, then crawled back up beside me, gently kissing my face. After I finally returned to earth, she purred in my ear, “Did you like that?”

“It was incredible,” I panted in reply.

With my eyes still closed, I reached for the back of Marie’s head and drew her down until her lips touched mine. We kissed and cuddled, exchanging gentle caresses. The sexy redhead and I talked until after midnight, pausing along the way to bring each other to orgasm once again with our sticky fingers.

I knew, of course, that I needed to return to my hotel if I had any hope of getting some sleep and making it to the seminar in the morning. So, at last, I kissed Marie softly on the lips and then got up.

“I really need to get back,” I told her.

“I know. I really enjoyed our time together. Wish it hadn’t been such a short time though.”

I gathered my clothes and dressed, intentionally putting my jeans back on without any panties. Marie lay naked on the bed and watched. I picked up my panties from the floor and brought them to my nose. Looking into her eyes, I took a sniff, then handed the garment to her.

“For you,” I said.

Smiling, she placed the soiled panties over her face and inhaled deeply. “Mmmm… thank you,” she whispered.

Marie would be flying out the following afternoon and wouldn’t be back in town again before I had to leave for home on Saturday. I made sure she had my phone number so that the next time she was on the east coast, we could get together for more fun. We kissed passionately, then said our goodbyes and I headed back to my hotel.

Continue on to Chapter 5

By No One

It was Sunday morning, and Chloe was sullenly vacuuming the living room. Her mother seemed to think that 10 a.m. was the absolute latest she should be allowed to “laze around in bed,” and while Chloe had emphatically disagreed with the notion, her opinion on the matter had lamentably not been taken into consideration.

She’d been forced to get up and, immediately after breakfast, was assigned chores to “help around the house” since she “wasn’t a baby anymore.” First it had been the laundry, now, she was vacuuming the entire house.

Chloe rolled her eyes for the umpteenth time. She wouldn’t actually be so annoyed if the rude awakening hadn’t interrupted a very pleasant dream. Unfortunately, the details of it had already faded, but the bits she remembered were quite salacious, each of them involving Nettie. In fact, just before the dream was woefully cut short, the sexy teen had been pressing her nude body against Chloe’s, their pussies grinding together deliciously. Even now, the thought of it made her pulse quicken.

She sighed. Chores are even less fun when you’re horny.

It had been two days since Chloe’s wonderful first sexual experience with her best friend’s sister. If there had been any expectations that her carnal fantasies would diminish after living them out, they were quickly proven to be unfounded. In fact, sex was pretty much all she’d been thinking about since then.

It had been an amazing experience. She couldn’t help thinking over and over about every little thing they’d done, and what other things they might try in the future.

Her fantasies had even begun to expand beyond Nettie. Just the previous day, while accompanying her mother to the grocery store, Chloe had caught herself checking out the cute blonde cashier, even imagining how she might look naked, what it would be like to have sex with her. Would it be different than with Nettie? She’d become quite embarrassed when she realized where these thoughts were taking her — right there in the checkout line, too! — but still, there had been a certain thrill to it. Clearly, there was a wide world of naughty fun out there for her to discover.

Nettie still ruled her fantasies, though. Chloe couldn’t wait to see the gorgeous punk girl again and, hopefully, fool around with her some more. In fact, she longed to be with her right then — but Alex was still at her dad’s, so she had no plausible reason to go over for a visit.

Chloe frowned at the thought, realizing that wasn’t actually a problem: she didn’t even want Alex to be around; she wanted to be alone with Nettie. She didn’t have the teenager’s phone number, though. Still, they lived only a few houses away, she could just go knock on the door. She wondered if Nettie was alone right now. If her mom is there, she’d think it’s weird, me coming by to see Nettie… but I can always just pretend I forgot that Alex isn’t home.

As Chloe pondered the situation, she suddenly became aware of her mother gesturing at her.

“Huh? What?” she asked after turning off the vacuum cleaner.

“You’ve been working on the same spot for five minutes, Chloe. I think it’s clean,” her mom said, a little sternly.

“Oh, oops. I guess I spaced out,” Chloe said sheepishly, thankful that her mother couldn’t read her thoughts. “Um, Mom, is there anything else I need to do after this?” she asked, trying not to sound too enthusiastic about the prospect of being done with chores.

Her mother thought for a moment, then shook her head. “No, I think that’s fine for today.”

Chloe finished vacuuming the remaining rooms in record time. She made sure not to botch the job in her haste, though, otherwise her mom would just make her do it again.

Putting the vacuum cleaner away, she raced up to her room, opened the window, and stuck her head out. Squinting towards Nettie’s home, which was across the street and a few houses over, she saw there was no car in the driveway. Nettie’s mom wasn’t home.

Of course, that didn’t mean Nettie herself was there. The teenager could even be the one who was out with the car, though Chloe thought that most unlikely — she’d heard an argument last week about Nettie’s “reckless driving,” and her mom didn’t seem inclined to let her use the car again anytime soon.

So it seemed more probable that Nettie was at home, and by herself. Of course, even if she was, it didn’t necessarily mean that she’d be in the mood for what Chloe wanted.

Chloe reflected on the possibilities for a moment and, horny as she was, finally decided it was at least worth a shot. If it didn’t work out for whatever reason, she could always just come back home, go up to her room and finger herself silly.

Suddenly aware that she hadn’t showered yet, Chloe hastened into the bathroom to take care of that. Gotta be extra clean all over in case Nettie puts her mouth on some of these spots, she thought with a smile.

The warm water was nice, and her soapy hands felt even better as they roamed over her body. Without really intending to, she made her nipples stiffen, and her sex ached for special attention. Exerting immense willpower, she forced herself to quickly finish washing without letting her fingers get too naughty. It’ll be more fun with Nettie, she thought.

Returning to her room wrapped in a towel, she turned her mind to what she should wear. Looking through her wardrobe, she wasn’t satisfied with anything she found. She wanted to look attractive, but her mother had never let her dress in anything that could be construed as sexy. She finally put on the shortest skirt she owned, though even that barely went up above her knees.

Chloe looked through a drawer of old clothes, wondering if there could be something worthwhile in there. Near the bottom, she found a pink t-shirt she hadn’t worn in a year or more. She’d clearly outgrown it, but the material was rather stretchy. She wondered what kind of fit it would have.

She grabbed a bra from another drawer but, giggling to herself, decided to go without one. Instead, taking off her glasses for an instant, she shimmied directly into the undersized garment. It stretched tightly over her body and felt rather uncomfortable. She was beginning to think this wasn’t such a good idea — that is, until she took a look at herself in the mirror.

“Whoa,” she said out loud.

The snug shirt really accentuated her budding breasts, even making them appear a little bigger as they strained against the fabric. It also showed a tantalizing hint of her belly. She turned this way and that, grinning as she admired the result. She definitely liked how sexy it made her feel. Certainly worth enduring a little discomfort for.

She frowned for a moment, wondering if the close-fitting t-shirt also made her look fat. Nah, it’s not so bad, she decided. Anyway, Nettie already said I look good as I am.

Nodding to herself, she then turned her attention to her skirt, wishing that it was as sexy as her top. She briefly pictured herself shortening it with scissors, and giggled at the notion. She couldn’t really cut up her clothes, of course; her mother would freak out. Still, maybe there was a way to make the skirt shorter, if only temporarily…

An idea entered her mind — silly, perhaps, but she figured it was at least worth a try. Grabbing a roll of Scotch tape from her school supplies, she folded the light fabric of the skirt up on the inside so that the material went down only to mid-thigh, then taped it in a few places around the garment. It was an extremely crude piece of tailoring but, jumping around a little to confirm, Chloe decided it would hold for a little while. Long enough, anyhow, she told herself.

Turning back to the mirror, she admired her outfit. She spun around, examining herself from all angles, feeling quite satisfied with the result. It wasn’t exactly the most daring ensemble ever, especially considering some of the things she’d seen Nettie wearing, but it was a big step for her. She’d never felt so sexy before, and suspected that the older girl would like it too.

Nodding her approval one last time, she playfully blew a kiss at the mirror, then turned and left her room, giddy with excitement.

She paused to listen at the top of the stairs. It certainly wouldn’t do for her mother to catch her in this getup. She heard some noise coming from the kitchen, sounding like her mom was cleaning in there. This was great timing: you couldn’t see the entrance from the kitchen. Chloe quickly went down the stairs and stepped into her sandals. Quietly opening the front door, she crept out onto the porch, then peered around the door’s edge.

“Mom, I’m going to Alex’s,” she called out.

“Don’t come back too late for supper,” came the reply.

“Okay!” Chloe agreed before closing the door.

She felt a little bit guilty about deceiving her mom, but not too much. Besides, it wasn’t really a lie, strictly speaking. She was going to Alex’s, it’s just that Alex wouldn’t be there.

An excited bounce in Chloe’s step quickly led her to Nettie’s front door. Once there, though, she hesitated, sudden nervousness threatening to overwhelm her for a moment. She took a deep breath to calm herself. Nothing to worry about, she told herself. Even if Nettie didn’t want to fool around, it wasn’t that big a deal.

Chloe raised her hand to knock and, after another brief hesitation, rapped three times on the door. She waited for what felt like a long time, though it might have been her nerves making it seem that way. Maybe no one’s home after all, she thought, disappointed.

She was debating whether to turn back, or maybe try the doorbell, when she caught some movement in a window out of the corner of her eye. A few seconds later, the door opened, and there stood Nettie.

She was barefoot, and her fine, uncovered legs disappeared under a long t-shirt that seemed at least two sizes too large for her. Punk’s Not Dead, it said on the front, and the oversized neckline had slipped — or been deliberately placed — over one bare shoulder. She looked extremely sexy.

Despite the rather distracting outfit, the first thing that caught Chloe’s attention was the teenager’s hairstyle, which had completely changed since just two days before. It was now dyed a deep blue, and cut very short on one side, while the longer hair on top was combed over to the other side. Wow, that looks great, Chloe thought. She had always considered the older girl’s badass look to be hot as hell.

“Hey, cutie,” Nettie greeted her with a smile. She looked up and down at Chloe’s outfit, clearly liking what she saw.

“Hi.” Chloe smiled back. “Wow, your hair!”

“Yeah. You like?” The teenager turned her head to one side, then the other, giving Chloe a good look.

“It’s really cool!”

Nettie nodded, then stepped aside to let Chloe enter. “So, you know Alex isn’t here, right?”

“Yes,” Chloe said, smiling mischievously.

The teenager returned a very similar smile as she stepped closer. Raising her hand to caress Chloe’s cheek with one finger, she asked, “You come to see me, then?”

Enthralled by Nettie’s seductive gaze, Chloe could only nod.

“Mm, I wonder why,” Nettie teased. She cocked her head to one side, taking a good look at what Chloe was wearing. “Your mom buys you sexy shirts like that?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Um, kinda… but that was, like, two years ago,” Chloe admitted.

Nettie chuckled. “Well, it looks great on you now.”

“It’s pretty tight but… I thought you’d like it like that.”

“Good thinking.” Nettie grinned, then suddenly her hand came up to squeeze one of Chloe’s snugly packaged breasts through her top.

Chloe gasped in surprise and pleasure. It seemed like things were already hurrying along in the direction she wanted, and she couldn’t be more delighted. She moaned softly as Nettie played with her breasts, teasing the nipples into hardness against the taut fabric. All the while, the teen was smirking at her in that sexy way that Chloe found irresistible.

Nettie leaned in over Chloe’s shoulder and gave her neck a long, slow lick from the collarbone to the ear, making her shiver all over.

“You have good timing, baby,” Nettie whispered, her voice low and sultry. “I was actually just thinking about you.”

“Oh yeah?” Chloe asked, suddenly very curious about what the other girl’s thoughts had been. Sexy stuff, I hope.

The teenager didn’t elaborate. Instead, she drew closer to brush her lips lightly against Chloe’s — but just as they were about to kiss, Nettie turned away and walked off deeper into the house.

What a tease, Chloe thought, feeling disappointed — but even more turned on.

Quickly kicking off her sandals, she followed the older girl into the living room, mesmerized by the sway of her hips. Nettie’s long shirt shifted with each step, but seemed only to reveal more bare skin no matter how high it rode.

Growing increasingly curious, Chloe finally asked, “Are you wearing anything under there?”

Nettie flashed a smile over her shoulder, then lifted her t-shirt a little to reveal her lovely bare butt.

“Wow.” Chloe laughed, though her eyes were glued to that alluring behind. “Just hanging out with no panties on, huh?”

“Oh, I took ‘em off,” Nettie explained. Indeed, there was a pair of panties on the floor in front of the couch. The teenager nudged them with her toes, then suddenly sent the skimpy undies flying towards Chloe with a flick of the foot.

Startled, Chloe awkwardly caught the flying underwear, letting out a surprised laugh, then studied her prize. Nettie’s panties… I bet they were touching her pussy just minutes ago. She felt a sudden, dirty urge to smell them, but refrained, thinking that would probably seem really weird.

“Like I said, I was just thinking about you,” Nettie continued. She plopped herself down on the couch, legs immodestly spread, her pussy showing itself under the hem of her shirt. “Some deep… hard… thinking,” she purred, one hand brushing lightly over her sex, leaving no doubt at all about what she’d been doing before.

The panties fell out of Chloe’s hands, suddenly forgotten. She hadn’t dared to hope that Nettie might be as horny and eager as she was, but that certainly seemed to be the case. The thought that the other girl had been masturbating while thinking about her sent Chloe’s lust into overdrive.

She felt her feet carry her forward of their own volition, as if she was a moth drawn to Nettie’s wanton flame. Climbing onto the couch, she straddled one of the teenager’s legs and urgently pressed her lips against Nettie’s, letting her pent-up passion flow into a steamy French kiss.

Their tongues mingled and teased for a long, delicious moment, but Chloe felt a pressing hunger for more. Her hand trailed down the older girl’s body until she found the treasure between Nettie’s legs, then slipped a finger into its hot, wet folds.

“Ah!” Nettie cried out, breaking the kiss. The gaze she turned on Chloe sizzled with lust. “Mmm, I see you wanna help. Good.”

Chloe grinned in reply. Her fingers slowly explored the older girl’s sex, teasing soft moans out of her. All the while, their eyes remained locked together. It was very arousing to watch the pleasure and mounting excitement wash across Nettie’s face.

After a moment, the teenager turned her gaze to Chloe’s chest. “Show me those tits,” she breathed. Without waiting for a response, she grabbed the hem of the tight garment and peeled it upwards until Chloe’s budding breasts were revealed. Not wasting any time, she immediately took a rapidly hardening nipple into her mouth and began to suck.

It was Chloe’s turn to moan loudly. Nettie’s mouth felt amazing, making her body twitch and squirm in response. Each flick of the tongue on her nipples seemed to send a delicious shock directly to her pussy. It felt so good that, for an instant, she forgot what her hand had been doing.

Remembering herself, she resumed the movements of her fingers between Nettie’s thighs. It was so exciting to touch the gorgeous punk girl in this wicked way. Thinking of their last time together, she decided to kick things up a notch, and slowly slid two of her fingers into the girl’s wet pussy.

Nettie cried out in surprise and pleasure, letting herself fall back on the couch. “Mmm, yeah,” she moaned, her eyes rolling back into her head. Suddenly, she sat back up. “Oh, wait, I got something here you might like to use,” she said, as if she’d just remembered something. Reaching under a cushion behind her, she pulled out some sort of thick purple cylinder that had a black base at one end, then tapered off at the other. “Know what this is?” she asked, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Chloe frowned in puzzlement. Something she might like to use? Her eyes went from the strange object to Nettie’s face, then to the older girl’s sex, her fingers still embedded inside. What could I possibly need to…

“Oh!” she exclaimed with sudden enlightenment. “I… I think I get the idea,” she said, giggling.

Grinning, Nettie handed her the object. The… dildo? Chloe thought that might be what it was. She’d heard the word used to describe a “sex toy” before, but wasn’t entirely clear on its meaning. Now she knew.

Examining it more closely, she noticed there were already suspiciously moist traces on the toy. She gave Nettie a funny look, now thinking that she had a very good idea what the girl had been up to before she interrupted. The dildo had probably been hastily stashed under the couch cushion when Nettie heard her knock at the door. Wish I could’ve seen her using it, Chloe thought. Luckily, she was about to reenact the deed herself — this time, without any interruption.

Lifting Nettie’s shirt up a bit higher to get a good look at what she was about to do, Chloe was amused to see that the teenager had dyed her small patch of pubic hair in the same blue color that she had on her head.

“It has to match, right?” Nettie said with a wink when she saw Chloe had noticed the change.

Giggling, Chloe teasingly poked at the little tuft of blue curls with the tip of the dildo before dragging it through her partner’s slit.

Nettie reached down and spread her pussy open with both hands while giving Chloe a smoldering look. Her invitation was very clear.

Still, Chloe hesitated for an instant. The toy seemed very large — could she really use it on Nettie without injuring her? She supposed the teen knew what she was doing. Besides, from the look of things, there would be ample lubrication.

Taking a deep breath, she gingerly positioned the tip of the dildo at the entrance to the older girl’s vagina, then slowly pushed it in. Encouraged by Nettie’s appreciative moans, she kept going until, inch by inch, the whole toy was sheathed inside the blue-haired girl’s pussy. It was quite the erotic sight.

“Mmm, c’mere,” Nettie growled, reaching out for the back of Chloe’s neck and pulling her close. Their lips met, then their tongues, drawing them naturally into a deep kiss.

Chloe began to tentatively move the dildo back and forth, eliciting quite a few sharply-drawn breaths from Nettie in response.

“That’s right,” the teenager whispered, “fuck me.”

Her heart racing at the words, Chloe began to pump harder and faster. It was extremely hot to watch Nettie moan and writhe in pleasure as she responded to Chloe’s thrusts. I wonder if that’s what it’s like for a boy, she thought. Amused by the idea, she positioned herself so that it looked as if the dildo was popping out from under her skirt and used her hips to push the toy into Nettie’s pussy, grinning wickedly all the while.

Nettie gave a shaky laugh. “Damn, baby. Now I wish I had a strap-on for you to use.”

“What’s a strap-on?” Chloe wanted to know. She went back to working the dildo with her hand. Pretending to fuck Nettie like a boy was fun, but too awkward to be very effective.

“It’s… like a… ah!” Nettie began, but seemed to have trouble gathering her thoughts. Heavy breathing and the occasional cry also made conversation difficult. “I… I’ll explain later,” she finally said, shaking her head. “Turn the… knob at the base a bit,” she added after a moment.

Taking a closer look, Chloe saw that the black base of the dildo was actually some sort of dial that could be rotated. She flinched a little when, turning it a few notches, the toy buzzed to life in her hand. Oh, wait — this must be what they call a vibrator.

She wondered how those vibrations would feel between her own legs. Nettie certainly seemed to be enjoying them a great deal — moaning helplessly, her head lolling backwards, eagerly pushing back against the sex toy with her hips.

Taking a firmer grip on the dildo, Chloe began to thrust even harder, giving the girl what she seemed to crave. With her free hand, she lifted up Nettie’s t-shirt, uncovering her lovely, perky breasts. Leaning in, she licked at a taut nipple.

“Mmm, Chloe!” Nettie exclaimed. She was breathing hard, grunting with every thrust of the dildo.

Chloe considered the knob on the sex toy, wondering if she could make it even more intense for her partner. Curious, she turned it up as far as it would go. The reaction was immediate: Nettie cried out and her body twitched violently.

Chloe grinned, pleased with herself. She loved pleasuring Nettie this way. Fucking her, as the older girl put it. Now that she was no longer afraid of hurting her partner, she could really get into the deep, forceful pounding that the girl seemed to yearn for. She could tell Nettie was getting quite close to coming.

Feeling a sudden urge to make her orgasm utterly awesome, Chloe leaned in to Nettie’s chest again, this time clamping her mouth down on one breast and sucking hard at a very stiff nipple.

Just a few urgent whimpers later, the teenager’s entire body tensed, her back arched up from the couch, and she proclaimed her release in long, drawn-out cries. Good thing no one else is here, Chloe thought, thrilled by her partner’s very vocal pleasure.

After a long moment, Nettie fell back on the couch, panting. She gestured vaguely towards the dildo and Chloe understood that its vibrations were probably growing uncomfortable. She quickly turned it off, then gently withdrew the vibrator from the girl’s slick pussy.

She considered the large toy, drenched in Nettie’s love juices and smelling curiously enticing. Turned on as she was, she had a sudden dirty urge to give it a lick. Nettie opened her eyes at that moment, though, and Chloe didn’t want to seem like a freak, so she set the dildo upright on the coffee table instead.

“Mmm, wow. I was right last time. You’re a quick learner,” Nettie said in between breaths. “That was great, baby.”

Beaming with pride, Chloe snuggled up close to kiss her.

One of Nettie’s hands quickly found its way to Chloe’s bared chest, where she teased a rapidly hardening nipple with a fingertip. Meanwhile, the other hand had sneaked under the young girl’s skirt to fondle her butt.

“I think it’s your turn now,” Nettie said after they’d made out for a while.

“Sounds good to me,” Chloe replied, anticipation sending shivers down her spine.

Suddenly sitting up, Nettie pushed Chloe onto her back. Before she knew it, Chloe found that they had switched places. She lay stretched out on the couch while Nettie knelt above her, gazing down with a wicked grin.

The punk girl pulled off her long t-shirt and carelessly tossed it aside. Both girls admired each other for a moment; Nettie entirely nude, Chloe still completely dressed, but with her tight top still riding high on her chest, exposing her budding breasts.

Nettie reached out with both hands, first to touch Chloe’s belly, then caress her way up.She took her time fondling the sensitive flesh of Chloe’s boobs, teasing her nipples, even pinching them gently.

Chloe let out a deep sigh of pleasure. Nettie’s hands felt so good on her chest, and did quite a lot to increase  the heat between her legs. She was pretty sure her panties were soaked by now.

One of Nettie’s hands trailed back down her body and slipped under her skirt. Chloe gasped loudly when she felt the girl’s thumb press against her panties, tracing the outline of her sex.

Nettie flashed that sexy smirk of hers, clearly enjoying the sight of Chloe reacting to her touch. After a moment of this, she lifted up the skirt for a better look, then arched an eyebrow.

“Chloe?”

“Hm?”

“Did you… tape your skirt shorter?” Nettie asked.

Chloe giggled. She had forgotten about that. “Oh, um… maybe?” she said coyly. “I don’t have any real short skirts.”

Nettie chuckled. “Cute. Well, it’s a very sexy outfit. I am gonna have to take it all off now, though.”

“That’s fine,” Chloe said, eager to find herself on the receiving end of Nettie’s fingers or tongue. Impatient to be nude, she pulled her t-shirt off and cast it aside, pausing to cup her bare breasts. It felt lovely to be free of the tight fabric.

Meanwhile, Nettie was tugging her modified skirt down and off, followed by her panties. She brought the sodden undies to her face and inhaled deeply of the intimate aroma before letting them drop to the floor. She winked at Chloe’s surprised expression.

Chloe giggled, thinking that maybe her own urges weren’t so weird after all. Her laugh turned to a moan when Nettie trailed a finger between her pussy lips.

“So wet already,” Nettie commented, sounding pleased. She reached out behind her with the other hand and grabbed the vibrator from the table. “Ready to try something new?” she asked slyly.

Chloe’s eyes went wide. “W-with that big thing?” she asked uncertainly. Nettie might enjoy it, but it seemed much too big for her.

Nettie smiled. “Maybe. You’re used to putting fingers in there, aren’t you?” she asked teasingly just as she pushed her own middle finger into Chloe’s sex, making her gasp sharply.

“Ah! Fingers, yeah… but… ah! That’s, that’s way bigger,” Chloe said, having some trouble speaking as Nettie started slowly pumping her finger in and out.

“You’re probably right,” the teenager relented. “Might be too much for you, for now. But the good thing with this is, you don’t need to put it inside to have fun.”

Demonstrating, she turned the knob on the dildo, then pressed the now buzzing toy against Chloe’s pussy, again receiving a loud gasp in return.

“Oh, wow,” Chloe breathed. She closed her eyes, concentrating on the very pleasant sensation between her legs. The toy felt great against her sex. Its vibrations seemed to penetrate her, sending waves of pleasure deep into her body.

“Nice, huh?”

“Mmhmm.” Chloe was very quickly won over by the toy. Damn, I wish I had one of my own.

“Oh, it gets better,” Nettie said, and suddenly the vibrations became more intense.

Chloe let out a little cry, her eyes opening wide in surprise. Nettie was grinning at her reaction.

Nettie kept fingering her while making little circles around her clit with the vibrator. She soon had Chloe panting like a long-distance runner. That’s when she decided to turn the knob another notch.

Chloe gave a choked scream as the pleasure became nearly too intense to bear. She felt a deep throbbing in her core, somehow resonating against the motion of Nettie’s finger. “Oh my god! Nettie, I… I…” Her sentence was interrupted by a great cry as an orgasm suddenly took her.

Chloe’s head flopped back and her body thrashed around as wave after wave of ecstasy rolled through her. She could feel her pussy contracting around Nettie’s finger, and the vibrations from the toy seemed to amplify everything tenfold.

She couldn’t quite tell if seconds or minutes had passed, when the pleasure finally subsided and the toy had mercifully been switched off. She watched, a little dazed, as Nettie withdrew her finger and sucked it clean. Something else I shouldn’t feel weird about, she decided.

“Fun toy, huh?” Nettie asked cheerily.

“Holy crap,” Chloe managed weakly, still catching her breath.

“Thought you’d like that,” the teenager said knowingly, before she plunked down next to Chloe and gave her a soft kiss.

“Wish I could get one of those!” Chloe said, giggling.

“Not really the kind of thing you can put on your Christmas list, huh?”

Chloe snorted. “No! My mom would have a heart attack,” she said through her laughter.

“I bet.” Nettie chuckled. “Well, that was some hard work,” she said playfully as she got to her feet. “I’m thirsty. Want a glass of water or something?”

Chloe nodded, realizing she was rather parched. Apparently, all those moans and cries of passion took their toll on a girl’s throat. Taking the hand Nettie offered, she climbed to her feet, then tightened her grip when her legs wobbled uncertainly.

Nettie laughed. “You alright there?”

“Yeah, just kinda unsteady,” Chloe replied, flexing her legs to get some life back into them.

“Cool, that means I did a good job.” Nettie smiled, and gave Chloe’s butt a quick squeeze on her way towards the kitchen.

Chloe began to follow, then hesitated. She was still completely naked, and it seemed weird to walk around the house like that — especially when it wasn’t her house. Nettie seemed completely at ease in the nude, though, so Chloe supposed she might as well do the same. It was a little thrilling, she had to admit. Still, she made sure to move quickly past the windows, just in case. She followed Nettie into the kitchen, ogling her backside all the way.

The teenager poured two glasses of water and offered her one. As Chloe drank, she continued to admire the punk girl’s beautiful body over the rim of her glass. She thought the blue tuft of hair above her sex was a really cute touch.

It was hard to believe that having sex with a gorgeous older girl was now part of her life. Just a few days ago, she would never have thought it possible. Here they were, though, naked and still sweaty from sex, and Chloe could already feel a budding desire to do it all over again. Thinking back on the fun they’d just enjoyed, she remembered a question that still needed answering.

“So… what’s a strap-on?” she asked again, now that Nettie wasn’t so preoccupied.

The other girl laughed, nearly spitting out her water. “Oh right, that. It’s, um, like a sort of harness with a dildo attached. You wear it around your hips, kinda like underwear, right? And then… you know,” she explained, thrusting her hips back and forth.

“Oh, wow!” Chloe exclaimed with an excited giggle. “That’s really a thing?”

“Sure. Pretty fun too.”

“You’ve done that before?” Chloe was amused at the thought of Nettie with a dildo sticking out between her legs.

“Uh-huh. Both giving and receiving. A… friend of mine had one. Good times.”

Chloe chuckled. “Sounds like quite a ‘friend.’”

“The best kind of friend,” Nettie agreed with a wink.

“Well, that all sounds… fun,” Chloe said, thinking back to when she had pleasured the other girl with the dildo, and pictured herself using a strap-on instead. It seemed very exciting, she had to admit.

“Yeah? Maybe I’ll try to get one, then,” Nettie said, smirking.

Chloe grinned back, imagining the possibilities.

By Amanda Lynn

Cheryl pushed Lisa’s hand off the recorder, starting it again and nodding toward Amanda. “Please go on with your story.”

“Well, let’s see, where was I…”

Lisa prompted her. “Jeannie was just complaining that she has little girl boobs. And I think you were going to tell her how much you liked them.”

“Ah, yes. That’s right.”

*********

“They’re beautiful, and so are you,” I said to Jeannie, as I turned my attention to her slacks.

I got to my knees, undid the button, and slowly pulled down the zipper. Then I moved my hands to her narrow hips and hooked my thumbs into the waistband, pulling the tight slacks down over her slender legs.

She was wearing lacy black bikini panties, partially transparent. I could see her slit through the delicate material and could tell that she kept herself shaved. Jeannie stepped out of her slacks as I leaned in and kissed her belly. She gave a soft gasp at the touch of my lips on her skin. I kissed my way up to her tiny breasts as I stood and flicked my tongue over her stiff nipples. Then I gently kissed her on the lips, and held it for a second. I looked into her eyes. Any fears or doubts the girl had seemed to be melting away.

“Lay down on your belly,” I instructed, pointing at the bed.

I went to the bathroom to retrieve a bottle of lotion. I had to splash water on my face and take a few deep breaths to calm myself. I was so horny right now, it was driving me mad. Lotion in hand, I went back to the bed. Jeannie was lying prone with her head on the pillow, arms resting at her sides. As I admired her willowy body, I noticed she had done away with her panties.

“You were gonna get me out of them sooner or later, right?” she giggled, seeing the way I was staring at her bare ass.

“Yes, you wonderfully naughty thing, I was hoping to.”

I stepped to the side of the bed and sat beside her, then gave the opened bottle a gentle squeeze. Fragrant lotion oozed onto her back. After putting the bottle down, I spread the lotion over her smooth skin. She let out a soft grunt as I began to knead the muscles of her back. My fingers worked from her shoulders, over her shoulder blades, down to her waist, and back up along her spine. Her skin was soft and warm beneath my hands. I wanted to kiss every inch of her and run my tongue all over. For now, though, I restrained myself and continued with the massage.

Next I moved to Jeannie’s slender arms. Beginning at the shoulder, I eased my way over her biceps, past the elbow, down her forearm and then to her dainty hands, gently squeezing and rubbing, applying more lotion as needed. Her eyes were closed, and she was breathing very softly.

“Are you still with me?” I asked, hoping she hadn’t dozed off.

“Uh-huh,” she cooed.

I shifted to her legs, starting at the ankle, then massaging up over her calf, to her thigh, and to her hamstring, watching with delight as she ever so slightly spread her legs apart when my fingers approached her crotch… coming very close before moving away. Jeannie let out a little whimper that seemed to indicate her disappointment at my reversal of direction. I worked my way back down one shapely leg then went to the other one.

After finishing with the second leg, I moved my attention to her lower back. I applied a liberal amount of lotion and began to work it into her skin. She moaned contently when I slid my hands onto the soft flesh of her cute round ass. As I kneaded her cheeks, she spread her legs wider and began to slowly rock her hips. I could sense the increase in her breathing and heard her quietly moaning into the pillow.

I massaged her gorgeous ass some more before slipping a finger between her cheeks and across her anus. Jeannie twitched and gasped. She didn’t say anything, but lifted her hips up against my probing middle finger — which was well lubricated, and slipped easily inside her. She yelped as my finger sunk in just past the first knuckle.

“Oh my god!” she croaked.

“Are you okay?” I asked, keeping my finger in place.

The young brunette nodded. “I’ve… never been fingered there before. It feels, well, nice,” she said, a hint of embarrassment in her voice.

I fingered her for a few more moments. Her sighs and moans told me she was enjoying this new sensation. I could have continued, but now I wanted something else.

Jeannie groaned as I withdrew the invading digit, then slid my hands down over her thighs, pushing her legs farther apart while admiring her exquisite olive flesh. Licking my lips, I brought a hand back up to her crotch. She jumped when my finger made contact with her juicy opening. I didn’t enter her right away, however, but circled my finger around the edge, teasing the girl.

“Oh, Amanda, please!” she whined as she moved her hips, trying to make my finger penetrate her.

“Please what?” I asked, in a seductive tone.

“I want your fingers inside me!”

“Patience, my little pet. We’ll get there soon enough.” I slid my fingers up through her wet folds, avoiding contact with her clit, then moved back down, circling around her opening once more before sitting back and taking my hands away.

“No,” she begged, “don’t stop!”

I smiled, pleased with myself. “Turn over,” I told her.

Jeannie obeyed, rolling onto her back. I looked into her eyes momentarily before taking in her naked body… from her dark nipples down over her flat belly and to her bald glistening pussy. I placed my hands on her ankles, moving them very slowly up her legs and over her hips, across her belly, up to her barely there tits, onto her shoulders, and finally down her arms to her hands.

I sat back again. “Massage is done. Time to leave,” I said flatly, hiding all emotion from my face.

She stared at me with a horrified expression.

I smiled and giggled. “Gotcha,” I said, leaning over and pressing my lips to hers. I felt a sigh of relief escape her as she wrapped her arms around me.

“That wasn’t funny,” the girl protested, giving my bottom a smack.

I laughed and pushed my tongue into her mouth. She groaned and kissed me back. Our kisses were passionate and wet. Our tongues danced and played together.

After a minute or so, I broke the kiss, which Jeannie wasn’t happy about. But I stood up just long enough to slide my soaked panties off, then lie down beside her on the bed, wrapping my arms around the young beauty and laying one leg over hers. I covered her face with soft little kisses and nibbled on her ear and the tender flesh of her neck. I kissed my way down her throat and over her collarbone.

Jeannie moaned, and I could feel her trying to hump her pussy against my leg. When I put my mouth over her small breast, she twitched. I sucked her tit, flicking my tongue over the hard nipple, savoring the salty taste of the girl’s flesh. I kissed and licked and sucked on her nipples, while I also explored the soft area of skin below her bellybutton with my hand. I moved my fingers gently over her thighs and hips and across her hairless mound. Her arousal was apparent, as she twisted and thrust her hips upward. I continued my journey down her abdomen, kissing as I went, briefly stopping at her belly button. I circled it with my tongue and dipped into the small depression.

She squealed and squirmed. “That tickles!”

I kissed her belly button once more, then stood and sauntered toward the table. “Mmm, I think I need some more wine.”

“What? Now?!”

I picked up the empty bottle I’d finished earlier in the evening. Lifting it, I could see a few drops of wine, perhaps a swallow, still at the bottom. Then I returned to the girl and sat on the edge of the bed.

Jeannie had propped herself up on her elbows and was looking at me, a quizzical expression on her face. She looked at the wine bottle and back at me, tilting her head to the side. I chuckled as I tipped the bottle just enough to allow the top to touch the skin of her flat tummy.

She inhaled sharply as the cool glass touched her skin, then fell back onto the bed. I slowly traced the mouth of the bottle around her middle for several moments. I circled her belly button, spiraling inward until the lip of the bottle touched it. I then tipped the bottle up, and the few remaining drops of wine spilled out, filling her belly button.

Jeannie raised her head just in time to see me place my mouth over her tummy and suck the wine from her navel. I then licked it and the surrounding flesh, tasting the wine and the salt on her skin.

“Oh, jeez, Amanda,” Jeannie croaked, shivering as her head dropped back.

I giggled. “Yum, tasty!”

I sat up and moved the mouth of the bottle around her lovely body once again. I slid it down, over her mound, and pushed it against her clit, causing the girl to gasp. Smiling, I massaged her swollen clit with the end of the bottle.

As I explored her folds, moving the bottle slowly up and down, teasing, she squirmed and moaned. But when I pushed it down a bit lower, tracing her pink entrance with the tip of the bottle, Jeannie pushed herself up on both hands in sudden realization. She watched closely, her eyes going wide.

“No, you’re… you’re not going to… Ahh!!”

She didn’t get to finish her protest. I shoved the first two inches of the bottle into her vagina. Her hips bucked as she fell back onto the bed, driving the bottle deeper inside. She cried out again as I withdrew the bottle, then pushed it back in.

I fucked the sexy young girl this way for several minutes, seeing the neck of the bottle glisten with her juices as it slid in and out of her. Jeannie panted and moaned, opening her legs even wider, trying to take as much of the foreign object inside as she could.

“How’re you doing, sweetie?” I asked. “You okay?”

“Uh-huh, it… it feels strange, but sooo good,” she said with ragged breath.

I increased the tempo, fucking her harder and faster, watching her writhe, hearing her groan. Suddenly she gasped and then began to shudder as an orgasm took hold and washed over her. I waited until she finished before slowly removing the bottle from inside her pussy.

Making eye contact with the girl, I slid the end into my mouth, sucking it, loving the taste.

She smiled and sighed, “Wow…”

I got up for a moment and placed the bottle on the table, then sat down on the bed beside her. “If we had made a movie out of that, we could’ve called it ‘Bottle in the Jeannie’,” I said with a grin.

“Very amusing.” She swatted at me, and we giggled at the bad joke.

“Did you like being fucked that way?” I asked.

Jeannie nodded. “Yeah, I did. It felt so big the deeper it went. I’ve only ever had fingers inside me before. Well, that’s not really true,” she smiled and blushed. “I tried a hairbrush when I was twelve.”

I chuckled, then kissed her lips. I slid back down her slender nude body, kissing as I went. After being teased by the juices on the bottle, I was eager to enjoy the real thing. When I reached her mound, I sat up.

Kneeling between her legs, I spread the girl’s slender thighs apart. I admired her smooth puffy outer lips that hid her secret treasures. Leaning close, I could see her swollen clit just peeking out at the top of her glistening slit. I looked up at her face, and found Jeannie was propped up on her elbows, staring at me. Her chest had begun to heave in anticipation as she pinched and pulled at her nipples. She was biting her lower lip, and her eyes begged for me to pleasure her.

I bent down and kissed and nuzzled her inner thigh as I inhaled her scent. A combination of her arousal and her sweat filled my nostrils. Slowly I moved closer to Jeannie’s delectable pussy. I kissed one side then the other, not getting too close yet to her center. I teased her labia with the tip of my tongue, tracing its outer edges. Jeannie moaned and bucked. I moved down and explored her rosebud, swirling my tongue around it.

“Oh Jesus Amanda! What the fuck!” Jeannie cried.

I didn’t stop. I kept playing with her, teasing her, getting pleasure each time she would whimper and squirm and plead for more. I was humping my own throbbing pussy against the bed by this point, trying to achieve even the slightest amount of relief for myself.

When I figured I had finally tormented the poor girl long enough, I spread her outer lips with my thumbs and ran my tongue up through her furrow. Jeannie’s juices were thick and sweet with just a little bit of a tang. I licked her with the flat of my tongue, from her opening up to and over her clit, repeating this again and again.

Jeannie whimpered, her breathing was labored, her skin coated with a sheen of perspiration. I sucked and pulled on her small pussy lips for several seconds before shoving my stiffened tongue into her opening. She bucked and cried out. I pushed my hands beneath her ass and held onto her as I fucked her with my tongue. The girl squirmed and moaned and yelled my name. She clawed at the bed as I pulled my tongue out and put my mouth over her clit and sucked on the swollen bud. I pushed two fingers deep inside her core and began to slowly fuck her. Jeannie grabbed my head with her hands and shoved her pussy against me, humping and grinding against my mouth and fingers.

“Fuck, fuck, yes! I’m gonna come, don’t stop!” she cried.

I sucked on her clit and flicked it with my tongue. Then she froze. Her hips were off the bed, fingers tangled in my hair, and her body stiffened. Her juices flowed freely. Jeannie’s screams caught in her throat as her body shook.

“Oh — fuck — yes!!” she managed to choke out.

When she came down from the peak, she relaxed and let go of my head. I crawled up her body and kissed her deeply, pushing my tongue into her mouth. Then I looked into her beautiful dark eyes.

“Did you enjoy your massage?” I asked as I kissed her nose.

She smiled and took a deep breath, slowly letting it out. “Yes, very much. Thank you. It even had a happy ending.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it. But you’re the only one so far who’s had the happy part,” I said with a wink.

Jeannie rolled over on top me and kissed my cheek. “I guess I’ll have to do something about that then.”

Giggling, she slid down my body and took an erect nipple into her mouth. She sucked on my left nipple, hungrily, greedily, while her fingers squeezed and tugged my right one. I groaned, knowing full well that it would take very little of this to push me over the brink.

Jeannie continued to play with my tits, her tongue dancing and flicking over my hard nipples. Her hand moved over my belly and onto my pussy. I was on fire, ready to explode. My body quivered at her touch. Jeannie pushed her finger through my folds and then into my sodden pussy, fucking me.

It wasn’t going to take much more. The pent-up lust that had been building over the course of the evening was nearing critical mass. My climax was imminent. “God, Jeannie, I’m almost there,” I groaned.

She kissed my nipple once more as she watched my chest heave with every breath. Then the girl quickly moved down and clamped her mouth over my pussy. While sucking on my clit, she shoved another finger deep inside me.

The orgasm burst forth, wave after wave of pleasure released in a raging torrent. I bucked and shuddered.

“Jeannie! Jeannie!!!” I cried out as powerful spasms jolted my body — and then it was over, all too soon.

I was still panting, my eyes closed, when I felt Jeannie’s lips touch mine. I could taste myself in her mouth, and I returned the kiss.

“That was wonderful,” I said after a time, as I held her close.

“Can we, um… do this every night while you’re in town?” she asked, studying my face. I smiled at her, brushing a loose strand of hair back behind her ear.

“Yes, I would like that. Although on Wednesday evening I do have a work commitment and I’m not sure how late I will be.”

Jeannie propped herself up on one elbow. “Really? You do want to spend the rest of the week with me?” she asked, showing a look of surprise.

“Sure, of course. I like you, and I’d like to get to know you better. Why does that surprise you?”

“Honestly, I just thought this would be nothing more than a one night stand. But if you really mean it, I can rearrange my work schedule so I’m off at night. I can show you the city and stuff,” she said, smiling brightly.

“Sounds like a plan, especially the ‘stuff’ part,” I stated with a devilish grin. Then I drew her close and kissed the girl. We made love once again before falling asleep in each other’s arms.

Continue on to Chapter 4

By Sammy

Hi!

My name is Junie, and I’m 15 years old. I’ve never published anything that I’ve written before, but my mom thought it would be a good idea for me to write a “personal essay” about our relationship, and to submit it for this week’s English assignment.

See, I’m home-schooled, always have been. Mom got her Ph.D. in education when she was only 22, and for her thesis designed a whole new kindergarten-to-grade-12 curriculum of her very own, focused on “self-directed learning” and each student’s unique qualities. (And talk about unique — there’s no way I’d be able to submit this to any ordinary school!)

A few years later she had me, and then a few years after that, I became her first student. And she’s always been my only teacher. In every way.

That’s another thing: I never got to meet my dad. He was a lot older than my mom, and died before I could get a chance. To be honest, I’m not really supposed to talk about him. He was a famous priest and philosopher, especially on education, and had pledged never to have children. But he and Mom fell in love, or at least he did with her when she was his teaching assistant. And that’s how I was conceived.

At least I’m named after him, with my middle name, Ivana. Which I kind of hate now for reasons you can probably figure out. But anyway.

Mom helped me to get the dialogue here right, but otherwise these are all my own words. She said ten pages was the limit, but there is so much in my heart about her and us that I feel like I could fill a hundred novels with it.

I guess things really got started when I was twelve. Mom had made it a habit for us to go to the theater downtown every Friday night, when they showed old movies. Each week was a different one, mostly in English, but sometimes from a country like France or Germany, which meant there would be subtitles. I always tried hard to follow along, mostly to be able to quote lines back at Mom in the car ride home, which seemed to make her proud. She told me more than once that as good as the movies were, she enjoyed our conversations afterward even more, listening to what I liked or didn’t like, learning to express myself in grown-up language.

One night we went to see one of Mom’s favorites, What’s Up, Doc?. She told me it was hilarious, and she was so right! It was as funny as some of the old black-and-white comedies we’d already seen there, but everything was so pretty and colorful. We both laughed so hard, and every time my Mom did, she would trace her fingers softly over my wrist. I had noticed a few weeks before that she had started to hold my hand more and more, and that night she had her hands on me in some way for what seemed like the whole movie. I remember feeling very special and loved. As soon as the end credits started and I turned to look at her, she rubbed her thumb and index fingers on the nape of my neck. I got chills all over.

Afterwards, we went to this diner down the street called Sal’s, where we usually went to talk after a movie. We ordered our usual, two cokes and a plate of chilli fries. As soon as the waitress left the table, Mom took both of my hands in hers and looked directly into my eyes.

“Tonight has been so special, sweetheart,” she said, starting to tear up a bit. “It means so much to me, sharing something I love so much with a person I love even more. The person, in fact, whom I love more than anyone else in the whole wide world.”

I smiled at her. “I love you too, Mom. More than anything.”

“I’m glad to hear that, Junie. Very glad.” She cleared her throat and looked nervous all of a sudden.

“I have something very important to tell you, sweetheart. You see, not only do I love you, but…I like you, too. I like you like how the girl liked the boy in the movie. I like you…as a girlfriend.” She tilted her head slightly. “Do you understand?”

There was an awkward silence between us as I struggled to process what she was saying. I didn’t know how to respond…it just seemed so weird. Me and Mom, girlfriends?

“I know it’s a lot to take in, sweetheart.” She smiled warmly and squeezed my hands. “But I think it’s important for me to announce my intention to court you.”

“Court, Mom?” Now I was even more confused!

“That’s what it used to be called, when a man would pursue a woman he wanted to get romantically involved with. He would take her on dates and they would get to know each other, and the woman would make up her mind on whether or not they would be boyfriend and girlfriend, or even get married.”

“Oh…”

“I’m not going to move too fast, sweetheart. There’s nothing to be scared of. I just wanted to let you know why things might seem a little different from now on, while we get to know each other in this new, exciting way. Our daily routine isn’t going to change. You know how important your education is. I’m still going to be your teacher from 9 till 2, and you’re still going to have to study as hard as you always have. It might seem strange at first, but we have so much time to figure things out, darling. We have forever.”

I got a warm feeling in my tummy when she said that and squeezed her hands even tighter than she had squeezed mine.

“Hmm,” she said, grinning. “Looks like I haven’t frightened my favorite girl off.”

“Nope, she’s still here,” I giggled.

“Mmm,” Mom hummed, “and what a pretty sight she makes, too. Now let’s hurry up and finish these fries so we can get some ice cream.”

. . . . .

It was pretty late when we got home, so Mom said I should go right to bed. We walked silently up the stairs and stopped in front of my door. She wrapped me in her arms and our eyes locked for a moment, but I got nervous and looked away. We both giggled, then went quiet, and the silence seemed to overwhelm us. Mom’s right hand slowly snaked along my side, her left pressed firmly into the small of my back, holding me in place. I still couldn’t meet her gaze. She cupped my chin and bent down slightly, and then her lips were on mine, her scent swimming over me. It felt like time stopped as we necked. She nibbled on my bottom lip before breaking away and looking down my body, like she wanted to eat me all up. She reminded me of a wild animal, but still my mom in a weird way. Did that make me an animal too? A picture popped into my head, of us living free and naked in the forest, sleeping together in the dirt. It made me warm and want to laugh at the same time.

“You’re getting to be such a big girl, Junie,” Mom said, breaking me out of my daydreams. “That’s part of the reason Mommy has all these strong new feelings for you. Maturing into such a beautiful young woman.”

I blushed, fighting the impulse to look away again. I could feel how important this was, and wanted to her to know she had my attention. “That means it’s important that you have your privacy, and your own space. I want you to go into your room and get undressed, now. And really think about everything we talked about.”

“Okay, Mom.”

“And Junie?”

“Yeah?”

“I bet you look beautiful naked, sweetheart.”

I blushed and started to close the door, not knowing what to say, not wanting to risk saying anything dumb. The last thing I saw through the crack was my mother’s warm smile, flashing like a firefly in the low light. It felt weird to hear her say that, about me looking beautiful naked, but it definitely made me feel beautiful, even kind of independent and grown-up since she had no idea how my body really looked now. It had been probably five years she had seen me without any clothes. Then I had a thought. How long had Mom liked me…this way? When did it start? When I was in kindergarten? When I was…breastfeeding? It made me dizzy to think about.

I managed to sleep okay that night and woke up bright and early, excited to see what would come next, but I quickly found out that Mom sure wasn’t kidding about taking things slowly!

One thing was, she started to hold my hand more, especially in public. She said she wanted everyone to know how proud she was to be with the most beautiful girl in the whole world. Often, I would look up and catch her eyes. Sometimes she would smile. Other times, my favorite times, she wouldn’t change her expression at all when she caught me looking at her, keeping her gaze so intense that I got a strong feeling that, for all her pretense to me being the “decider” here, she, not me, was in charge, and things were going to happen exactly as she wanted them to. And I realized I was totally okay with that.

We still kept Friday nights for movies, but we started to go on lots of other dates, too. Picnics, art galleries, poetry readings. Mom loved going to see local authors at the library, and we’d often introduce ourselves after they were finished with their stories or poems. One day, Mom surprised me by telling me that our local branch was hosting the author of one of my very favorite novels. I was so excited! It was supposed to be a busy event, and Mom warned me that we might not get a chance to meet her, but I wanted to be as prepared as possible. I read the book three times in the coming weeks, as well as two of the author’s other books, and even made notes about my favorite parts, kind of like I was writing a book report.

And the reading was amazing. I was thrilled to see so many girls my age there with their mothers. Mom held my hand almost the whole time.

I was so nervous afterwards, when Mom and I approached the author at the reception. She was even more beautiful than on the book jacket. I introduced myself, and told her she was my favorite. She actually blushed, and asked me what I thought about the new book she had read from. I told her I was so excited to read another book about Cosette (the main character), and, well, we just had an amazing conversation. The whole time I could sense Mom’s eyes darting back and forth between us, occasionally adding a word in but mostly encouraging my responses to the author’s questions. At one point, I finally managed to suppress my nerves long enough to try and make a joke, and they both laughed. Right then Mom placed her hand in the small of my back and started to softly stroke the skin under my blouse, occasionally pressing her whole palm, firmly, intro the curve, middle finger sliding slowly into the damp crack of my bum. I guess Mom had maneuvered  my back to the wall for a reason!

After we left the auditorium, all having exchanged contact information with promises to write, Mom squeezed my hand and suddenly steered us toward one of the empty study rooms.

“June-Bug,” she almost stuttered, using my private nickname. “Would you like to go inside here and talk for a second?”

“Uh, sure, Mom,” I replied, a bid unsteadily. We stepped inside the dimly lit room. Mom turned and quickly locked the door. My heart felt like it was going to beat right out of my chest. She nestled right into me and placed her hands on my hips.

“I’m so proud of you, baby. You were so wonderful. So confident. So eloquent. So funny! My goodness, when did you get so funny?” Her nostrils flared, and she looked almost out of control for a second. “To be honest, Junie, that was one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen.”

I was speechless. It’s hard to describe how big and wonderful that moment felt, Mom’s nose nuzzling mine, her strong scent in my nostrils, her presence somehow more imposing than ever before. It was like she was inside me, everywhere, all at once, wearing my body like a glove. She crushed her lips to mine, pausing at first, as if to let them introduce themselves to an eager new friend. As we kissed, a deep rumble came from her throat, almost inaudible, but it rang throughout my body. I could feel myself getting wet down there. She pawed my breast roughly, which startled me, but she seemed to catch herself and we both relaxed into her hand’s slow circles over my nipple. Suddenly, her head snapped back as if she’d come out of a trance.

“We should go, Junie. Y-you must be starving, sweetheart!” Huh? I was very confused, not to mention excited! I said nothing and waited for her to speak. I guess she sensed it. “Look, sweetie, I love what we just did. I’ve never been kissed like that before. But I got carried away, because of how sweet and happy and adult you were. We can’t do that in public. At least not yet. Can you trust me?”

I smiled shyly. “Of course. You’re my mom. I think that’s why this feels so good. You’re my mom and I love you, and trust you, and know you’re always going to do what’s best for me.”

She was silent for a moment, and I could see the beginning of tears in her eyes. “Oh, sweetie,” she sighed. “What am I going to do with you?”

She took my hand and we stepped out of the study room to the escalator down to the second floor. It was dark by this point, and the top two floors of the library were deserted. Mom looked around us, quickly, and stepped into me. She peered from our feet to the railing and beyond, as if to check that we were completely hidden below the waist, and muttered, “What the hell.” Then her hand was on my thigh, then higher, then pressing against my damp panties. I was only twelve, and a virgin, but I knew what she wanted, and that she was going to have it. The tip of her finger in my pussy made me jump, but I was so wet she slid in easily, right up to my hymen. Mom felt it and paused. “Not yet, for that,” she whispered. She stared into my eyes as she fingered me slowly, my young cunt dripping juices. “You’re Mommy’s girl, aren’t you?”

“Yeah…” I managed, already starting to come.

“I want you to say it, Junie.” Her voice was quiet, breathy, but commanding. I was melting, had never felt so excited inside, aching, coming and coming…

“I’m your girl, Mommy,” I gasped. “I’m yours. I’m…I’m in love with you, want to marry you, want your babies, wanna be pregnant for you,” I let out, choked with emotion, riding out the first orgasm of my life, yet managing a little miraculously to keep my voice quiet enough for the near-empty library. Mom hugged me to her chest. I felt my feet hit solid ground and knew that we’d reached the bottom, but I couldn’t move my legs. I felt Mom withdraw from my pussy and clasp my hand, which she scrubbed with her own, smearing my juices all over my fingers. We held hands the whole walk home, saying nothing, sharing shy sidelong glances.

My babbling wasn’t just babbling. I was completely in love with her, and wanted to do all of those things, especially the impossible ones. She knew this, too — I could tell whenever she looked at me.

The next night, the day having passed normally, we were watching a movie in the living room and somehow fell into soft kisses on the couch. I know it sounds weird, but I still can’t really explain how it happened, how it started. It was Mom’s doing, I’m sure, but in my responses to her moves I was every bit as eager. Probably more, if that makes sense. And I’m sure it does, if you’re a submissive yourself, or really know one. The thrill of finding confidence in your own vulnerability, the weird, backwards pride of playing a role really well that debases you. And I’ll tell you, it’s totally magnified if the dom is your Mom!

By the time the movie was finished and the menu was clicking along onscreen, Mom and I both knew it was time. I know it might sound too sudden-like, but it was time. Time, eight months after the start of our new relationship, who knows how many years after that first spark of desire, for my mother to take my virginity.

We walked upstairs, hand in hand. The undressing’s a blur, as much as I would’ve liked to keep the memory of Mom taking off my clothes for the first time as her lover.

I do remember her crawl, low and slow up the bed. I remember that my fists clenched the sheets as her eyes poured into mine. I remember that she paused and looked at my hands, that my knuckles were probably whiter than the cotton underneath them.

And then she seemed to shy up.

“Mom…?” I asked, after a moment or two.

“Gosh…” she chuckled, shook her head.”I just really wanna eat your pussy, Junie.”

I gasped.

“I mean, just eat your little fucking cunt till there’s nothing left. Would that be okay, baby?”

I said nothing. I was shocked, sure, but willing then to go wherever she wanted. So I spread my legs wide as possible, savoring the chance to try something sexy and seductive. It seemed to work — Mom’s face broke out in a smile of what I could only describe as total ecstasy. And then her face was out of view, and her lips were nibbling and kissing on my inner thighs. She played silently with the soft light down on my legs and nuzzled into me, close to my center. “I can smell you, baby.”

“I’m glad, Mama,” I moaned.

“Do you know what smells are, June-Bug? … Scientifically?”

“Yah totally, they’re, uh,” I struggled, writhing, “…oh God Mom, they’re, um…”

She laughed and flicked her tongue along my lips, making me jump. “They’re molecules, sweetie. Tiny little pieces of you.”

“Pieces…”

“Yes, my dear…” her tongue plunged in, deeper and deeper, in and out of me. “Pieces. Like little pieces of pie. And Mommy’s eating you all up.”

“Eating me, Mommy, eating me…” I moaned.

“So when I smell you…” she made a show of inhaling, “I’m devouring you. Bringing you inside me, every bit I can.”

And then something started moving, deep and strong inside my tummy, like a creaky faucet in a big old house. It picked up speed, rushing through me everywhere till it burst out my privates so strong I could have sworn I was swimming…

I heard Mommy choke and laugh, and everything made sense when I looked down at her — she had gooey stuff all over her face, and it had come from me!

“I’m so sorry, Mommy!”

“No, no, Junie, don’t be silly, sweetheart. That’s about the best gift you could have given me.”

“What was that?”

She giggled again. “You squirted, June-Bug. You squirted cum all over me!”

“And…you like that?”

“Everyone does. Everyone who likes doing what I did.”

I felt so embarrassed, but I had to ask: “What do you call it? I mean, I remember “cunnilingus”, and all the slangs and stuff, but what do you call it, Mama?”

“Eating pussy, sweetheart.” She grinned, and looked down at me, smile spreading.

I just about to ask her if I could eat hers, but I stopped myself. On this weird zig-zag path we were on, the mix of submission and initiative, I knew which one was called for now.

Without saying a word, sensing her eyes on me the whole time, I moved my mouth to her chest and started kissing softly around the tops of her beautiful breasts, jiggling just a little. I risked a nibble, biting a bit above the pink of her areola.

“Mmm, what are you doing, my love?” She asked dreamily.

I tried to grin, expectantly, like she had before. “I’m gonna eat your pussy”  —  she gasped at that  —  “…but not yet, Mama.”

And then her nipple was in my mouth. When I got it in there I kind of froze for a second. But Mom, too, seemed to be lost, eyes closed and back arched, her high-pitched gasp squeaking into the air. “So good, Junie, fuck…”

I knew I had her then, and that I knew what do — even if I didn’t. I sucked her nipple into my mouth and her hands went round the back of my neck, fingers interlacing. She pulled me down to her, hard, and bit in. Her squeak became a squeal. “Yes, baby, yes!”

Her hands inched slowly up my head till they were almost on the top, and I understood what she wanted, before she had to urge me down.

But I went down anyway. Gladly. Kissing along her skin, stopping to nudge my tongue into her bellybutton. I’m sure she responded to that, too, but I was too caught up to take it in.

And then it was there. She was there.

Facing what I had wanted for so, so long, what I realized immediately had long led my thoughts around in ways I had no way of understanding, I was just about in shock. Sure, Mom had taught me anatomy, but no glossy photo could have prepared me. She was smooth for some inches below her bellybutton, but then her bush began, soft to my touch. Which was still shy, but getting stronger by the second. She had trimmed herself so that the hair wasn’t wild, but I could still press down with my palm and watch it form around my hand. I did that and more for a little while, exploring this new terrain of hers, imagining how mine would look when I was her age. And getting chills thinking about how Mom would be with me, every step of the way.

“That feels real nice, Junie…” she let out with a sigh.

“I’m glad, Mama. I like it, too.”

“Do you want me to…to show you…” She looked almost embarrassed. I smiled at her.

“Nah. I got it.”

Then my nose was in her bush deep, inhaling. I almost passed out. This was her essence, what I realized immediately I’d smelt for years, my head in her lap on the couch watching movies, or trailing behind the path of scents she left, leaving the bathroom.

And it was mine.

I caught a dribble on my tongue when I swiped up to her clit for the first time, a little pink nub sneaking out the brown underneath it like one of those long-nosed monkeys. Her yelp right then made me suck harder, and she came loud all over my face. Not quite the mess that I’d made, but enough for a good gulp!

I looked up and her palm was on her forehead. I was a little disappointed to see she was still conscious.

“Sorry I came so quick, sweetheart.” Her eyes were still closed.

“That’s fine, Mom,” I giggled, swallowing the last bits of cum in my mouth. “I loved it.”

She opened her eyes and we looked at each other. We were silent.

“What do you want to do now, June-Bug?”

I was exhausted, and was ready to let her take over. But I was still horny as hell.

“Whatever you want to do, Mama. I want you to show me everything.”

She smiled and ran her fingers along my jaw. “I think I know just the thing. How about you close your eyes and let me surprise you?”

I did, and she repositioned me on my back at the top of the bed. I heard her rustle around for a few minutes and had butterflies in my tummy the whole time.

“Okay, sweetie. Open up.”

I was surprised all right — Mama had a cock! A big pink one, around her hips!

“Do you think you’re ready for this?”

“Uh-huh,” I almost panted. “Been ready forever, Mommy, feels like. Please fuck me. Now.”

She giggled. “No full sentences, huh? That much?”

“Uh-huh. Now now now!”

“Okay, horndog.” She crawled onto the bed and made her way between my legs. Her cock nudged my lips.

“It’s so special, me your first. My goodness, my God…” She kissed me on the lips, her eyes asking me a question. I nodded and she eased into me. My eyes misted up in joy as I felt my juices surge and coat her cock, squeezing into my little slit, finally pressing up to my hymen. I expected her to pierce me slowly, but in an instant she was through, grunting, a throaty “fuck, yeah” beside my right ear, almost drowning out my shriek of pain. “Gonna get better, baby…” She muttered, three sloppy kisses smeared on the side of my lips as in reassurance. It was like she was struggling to hold onto her being a “Mom” probably as my cunt throbbed around her. It wasn’t long before the pain had disappeared and I was thrusting eagerly back up, belly twisting under her gaze. “I love you so much, Junie. Fuck, I fucking love you.”

I wheezed as I felt her push even further into me, and I knew that I had it all inside me. How could I? How long was that thing? 6 inches, 8? I’m thirteen years old, I remember thinking to myself. And I’m taking my mommy’s whole cock in my pussy. Because she loves me. It felt so good inside my head. So good I found myself closing my eyes to Mommy’s real face, right above mine as she fucked me, so I could repeat those thoughts to myself as I pictured her face inside my head. I don’t know why that turned me on so much. But it still does, and I still do it.

“Gonna go harder, baby,” Mom said, taking my legs and bringing them up towards my chest. “That okay?”

“Yeah, Mommy…anything’s okay.”

“That’s wonderful to hear, my lovely…” Her small moans of delight trickled over me as she picked up speed, my shaky fingers wrapping themselves up in the headboard a second before her movements would’ve had my head hitting it. “Uh, oh,” she chuckled, not without genuine concern. “Is Mommy gonna have to be more careful with her baby?”

“No…” I managed.

“No?”

“No, Mommy…harder. I want you…to fuck me…harder…” I tried to raise my voice at the end but a massive orgasm quickly rendered me speechless. As I peaked and soared and creamed myself I felt an intrusion, sharp, somewhere I never had before and I knew my mother had a finger in my bum, lubricated with my own juices. “Mommy!” I squealed before her tongue shut me up.

“Mmm, I’m right here, precious.” I felt a smattering of tears on my chest. “Oh, you precious baby, you sweet girl…” Mama’s face was glowing. “I have to taste you. Devour you. Every bit of you.” She kissed where she’d cried on, then started her lips on a long wet passage across my skin. She made me feel like a desert and a beautiful mirage, all at once. “Oh, my God…” There it was. Her tongue.

“So good, so fucking good, mmm,” she gasped and gulped. “Love your little asshole. Your tiny pink jewel.”

“My bum? You like my bum, Mommy? You like licking it?” I was worried my attempts to keep up with her talk would sound lame, but she really responded.

“Oh God, yes. Mama loves your little butthole. So much. So perfect. Perfect like your every other inch.” A little flowery! But it sent me right over the edge again anyway.

“You have all of me, Mama,” I sighed, happier than I had ever thought possible. “All of me.

“Forever.”

. . . . .

Well, that’s ten pages, or almost.

Mom and I are still together, of course, still in love.

I’ll probably be heading to college next year, or maybe the year after. I’ve already passed early entrance exams for a few really good schools in the area. But Mom thinks it might be good for me to go away somewhere, that she feels funny sometimes about having kept me to herself all these years.

I always tell her she’s being silly. There’s no other way I can imagine having been taught, and by no other teacher. When I tell her that, sometimes she goes all the way in the other direction and reminds me of what I said about getting pregnant for her.

Besides, I think I caught the teaching bug from Mom. And I might have an idea or two for a curriculum of my very own…

THE END

 

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By No One

Following Nettie into the house, Chloe studied the older girl’s lovely backside — the one she had been touching just a few minutes ago — when a thought came to her.

“I guess you didn’t need the sunscreen after all,” she said, amused. In the end, it didn’t look like they would be spending much time out in the sun.

“Oh, don’t worry, I got what I wanted out of it,” Nettie replied, mischief in her eyes as she spun to face Chloe. She took the young girl’s hand, and pulled her towards her bedroom, grinning lustfully all the while. Holding the door open, she motioned for Chloe to enter.

Too late to turn back now, Chloe thought as she slowly walked into the room, stepping over discarded clothing that lay here and there on the floor. The walls were covered in posters, mostly punk bands — or so Chloe assumed, she’d never heard of any of them — but a few were of beautiful women in revealing outfits, which she looked on appreciatively. There was also the large mirror that had betrayed her earlier. She gave it a mock glare, though it appeared that things had worked out in the end.

Suddenly, she felt Nettie’s nearly naked body pressing against her back. The skin contact sent a pleasurable shiver all over her body, and it only got worse when the teenager’s hands joined in the mischief, roaming first over her thighs, then making their way to her belly.

“Now we’re gonna have some fun,” Nettie whispered in Chloe’s ear, before gently nibbling on her earlobe.

Chloe gasped at the electric feeling this contact sent through her body, surprised that her ear could be so sensitive. It seemed to send an excited response all the way down between her legs. Her bikini bottom was wet, and she was certain that it wasn’t only due to the water from the pool.

Nettie’s hands moved to Chloe’s back, and before she realized what was happening, the clasp of her top was undone. “Oh!” she squealed in surprise as she whirled about to face the culprit, raising a hand to her chest to keep the piece of garment in place.

Nettie looked like the cat that ate the canary. “What? I thought you were gonna show me,” she said, flashing a wicked grin.

Chloe supposed she had kind of implied that she would take off her top if they went inside. She hesitated briefly, then slowly slipped one bikini strap off her shoulder, then the other, before finally letting the top fall to the floor. Watching intently for Nettie’s reaction, she was very pleased to see the other girl bite her bottom lip, the lust burning brighter in her eyes.

“Mmm, very nice,” the teenager purred. She locked eyes with Chloe, winked at her, then casually hooked both thumbs into her own bikini bottom and pulled it down.

Chloe gaped in surprise, her eyes inexorably drawn to the older girl’s sex. There was a tuft of brown hair at the top, but the lips were bare. It was a very arousing sight, and Chloe swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry.

Nettie smirked at her and raised an eyebrow, clearly wondering if Chloe would dare to do the same. Got the nerve, little girl? her eyes seemed to say.

In fact, Chloe did feel very timid and nervous, but she didn’t want Nettie to think she was a scaredy-cat. Truth was, she would probably do nearly anything the older girl asked at this point. She took a deep breath, then quickly tugged down her own bikini bottom, exposing her young, nearly hairless sex.

The girls took a moment to ogle each other. Despite her sheepishness, Chloe found she was enjoying the feel of the other girl’s lustful eyes as they swept over her body.

“Very sexy,” Nettie said. She closed the distance between them, and their lips came together in an intense kiss.

The teen girl was pushing her body hard against Chloe’s, making her take a step back, then another, until she bumped into something and started to tip backwards. Chloe had a brief instant of panic, then the bed comfortably stopped her short fall.

Nettie gave her an innocent smile, then climbed on the bed as well, straddling Chloe’s hips.

Chloe cried out in surprise as their sexes touched; she hadn’t been prepared for the powerful sensation that coursed through her. Nettie grinned and wriggled her hips a little, which only magnified the feeling.

The teenager reached out and gently removed Chloe’s glasses, then stretched to deposit them on the bedside table. Every movement sent waves of pleasure through Chloe, who let out little gasps and moans.

The room became a little blurry without her glasses, but thankfully Nettie was close enough to see in exquisite detail. The older girl leaned down to kiss Chloe, immediately slipping in her tongue as well. Their tongues danced and dueled for a long moment, intense and passionate. At times, one or the other would moan into their kiss, especially when Nettie pushed down on her hips and made their nether lips embrace as well.

Chloe felt like she was in heaven. Naked in bed with Nettie, kissing and much more; it was a scene she had pictured so many times, but the reality felt even better than her imagination. Their position was something of a surprise, though — it had never occurred to her that two girls could rub their privates together like that. It was wonderfully erotic and pleasurable, the feeling of Nettie’s hot, slick sex pressing against her own, their wetness mingling together.

Their kiss finally broke, leaving both girls out of breath. “You like this?” Nettie whispered huskily, pressing down hard with her hips at the same time, possibly to make sure Chloe was very clear on what she was asking.

“Ah! Yes!” Chloe nearly shouted, a sudden moan making her voice rise higher than she’d intended.

Nettie smirked, looking quite pleased with herself. Straightening up, she started to rock her hips back and forth with more purpose, drawing a moan from Chloe with each thrust. Those moans only grew louder when Nettie reached out with both hands to cup the young girl’s nascent breasts and toy with her nipples.

Nettie wasn’t exactly silent herself; Chloe could hear that she was growing more and more breathless in her exertions. It thrilled her, the realization that the teen was experiencing as much pleasure as she was. There wasn’t much freedom of movement in this position, but she tried to push her hips back against Nettie’s as much as she could, grinding their sexes together in a way that felt positively delicious.

“Mmm, fuck!” Nettie moaned urgently.

Chloe grinned, excited by the dirty word. She met Nettie’s eyes; they were glazed over in ecstasy. The older girl’s breathing was growing more erratic, her movements more urgent, and Chloe knew she was about to come.

Indeed, a few seconds later, Nettie’s eyes squeezed shut and a low groan forced its way past her lips, her face twisted in a grimace of overwhelming pleasure.

The teenager’s orgasm was the sexiest thing Chloe had ever seen, and she watched on with excitement as Nettie rode the waves of ecstasy until her movements slowed and she let out a deep, contented sigh.

Chloe now felt herself quite close to her own release, but Nettie was out of breath, her movements slowing to a near-standstill. As arousing as the spectacle of her partner’s orgasm had been, Chloe now couldn’t help but feel a bit frustrated. She tried to grind against the other girl to make up for it.

Nettie opened her eyes and gave her an apologetic smile. She reached down between them, into the hot, wet place where their bodies met, and flicked her thumb over Chloe’s little nub, making her cry out in renewed delight. Now smirking, Nettie continued with wonderful circular motions from her thumb while she brought in the fingers of her other hand to explore the folds of Chloe’s sex.

“Yes, yes!” Chloe exclaimed, her arousal quickly peaking again under the care of Nettie’s expert fingers. It didn’t take long at all for her to feel that tension build up to its breaking point. Her back arched up from the bed, and she screamed wordlessly as a wave of bliss hit, harder than any of the times she’d ever done it to herself.

Chloe thrashed and twitched as she rode that perfect orgasm, Nettie’s finger gradually slowing, bringing her down gently from that ecstatic high.

“Wow,” she said simply, once she had recovered her breath a little.

“Good one, huh?” Nettie said, sounding self-satisfied, as she climbed off Chloe and lay down next to her.

Chloe could only nod. She felt the other girl’s hand on her cheek and turned to face Nettie, who seized that opportunity to kiss her again. It was gentle at first, but soon grew deep and passionate as the teenager slipped her tongue in.

Chloe felt Nettie’s hand groping her butt as they kissed, pressing their bodies together. Despite having just had an amazing orgasm, this ardent make-out session was awakening her desire all over again. She’d assumed they were done with the sex stuff, but now wondered if the older girl had other plans.

They smiled at each other when their lips finally parted. “I didn’t think you’d want to… fool around, with a girl my age,” Chloe said timidly after a moment. She still had a hard time believing this had actually happened.

Nettie shrugged nonchalantly. “If you’re old enough to get turned on and want it, I think you’re old enough to do it, yeah?” she said, then paused and frowned. “Wait, you knew I liked girls? Before this?”

“Oh, um…” Chloe hesitated, then nodded sheepishly.

The teenager raised an eyebrow at her, clearly awaiting an explanation.

Chloe sighed. This is gonna be so embarrassing! “Well, remember, like, last year, when me and Alex had a sleepover here?” she began.

Nettie shrugged. “I guess? You did that a few times.”

“Ya, well, that time, um, you had a friend over… Trish, I think?”

“Ah.” Nettie nodded, a small smile appearing on her lips. Perhaps she saw where this was going.

“So… during the night, I got up to get a glass of water from the bathroom upstairs. Then I heard, uh, a noise, coming from down the stairs, so um, I kinda peeked. You and Trish were on the couch… making out… and, um, you were naked,” Chloe shyly continued.

Nettie chuckled. “I bet we were. And what did you think of that?”

“That… it was hot,” Chloe admitted with a giggle.

The teenager grinned, then kissed her, and they did their own bit of making out for a while. Telling the story was turning Chloe on, as she remembered the thrilling and — at the time — shocking things she had seen that night. It seemed to be having the same effect on Nettie, too.

“What then? Did you go back to Alex’s room?” Nettie asked teasingly.

“I… might have watched for a bit,” Chloe confessed, blushing a little.

“You naughty girl,” Nettie said in mock indignation. “What happened next, then?”

“You, um… you kissed her boobs.”

“Mm, that does sound like me,” the older girl conceded. Getting up on her hands and knees, she leaned down over Chloe and gave one of her budding breasts a long, spiralling lick, ending with a flick of the tongue on her nipple. “Like this, maybe?” she asked.

A moan was the only reply Chloe was able to give. Clearly satisfied with that answer, Nettie continued on, licking and kissing all over her chest, moving from one breast to the other. Her nipples were left very stiff, and she felt a fresh flush of heat and wetness between her legs.

“Was that all we did?” Nettie then asked, with a smirk that said she was well aware of the answer.

Chloe shook her head, already a little short of breath.

“What, then?”

“You kissed her… her belly,” Chloe continued, feeling a rising excitement at the direction this was going.

Nettie nodded, then nuzzled her way down to Chloe’s tummy. She gave her belly button a few teasing licks, then asked, “and then?”

Chloe swallowed. “You kissed… between her legs.”

“Her pussy?” Nettie asked, smiling.

Chloe nodded. “Her pussy,” she repeated, feeling a naughty thrill at the dirty word. She watched Nettie crawl further down until she felt the teen’s breath on her most intimate parts. It made her shiver with nervous anticipation.

The next thing she felt was Nettie’s tongue, giving her a long, slow lick from the bottom of her sex to the top. The wonderful feeling drew a long moan out of her. She had given herself so many orgasms while picturing this exact situation, and now it was actually happening. Nettie was licking her. Licking her pussy.

“Yummy,” the teenager said, winking up at her, before she went back for a second lick, then a third, then… well, Chloe lost count as a fog of pleasure filled up her head.

Raised up on her elbows, all she could do was stare at the beautiful face between her spread legs, kissing and licking every inch, every fold of her pussy. Her deepest fantasy realized, and it felt even more amazing than she’d imagined. Her fingers were no match for Nettie’s magic tongue.

Pleasure was building up hard and fast within her. She was growing breathless, every exhalation a whimper. Her hips twitched and ground against her partner’s face, seemingly of their own volition.

Nettie didn’t seem to mind at all. She looked up, and paused to offer her a grin, obviously well aware of the effect her tongue was having. She used two fingers to spread Chloe’s pussy lips before bringing her mouth back into play, licking deep within her folds.

Poking tentatively with a finger at the entrance of Chloe’s sex, Nettie raised an eyebrow when she found no resistance. Moving slowly, she slipped her finger into Chloe, fully penetrating her.

Chloe let out a loud cry. It felt as if she was going to explode with pleasure. She thought she heard Nettie chuckle, then felt the older girl’s tongue concentrate on her nub. Almost before she knew it was happening, Nettie’s finger found the secret spot inside her that always made her go wild.

“Ah! Ah, Nettie!” she cried out as she felt her orgasm fast approaching. Chloe tried to resist it, to make these amazing feelings last as long as possible, but Nettie’s wicked talents were making that impossible. The inescapable ecstasy crashed into her, making her body thrash around uncontrollably, wiping away her conscious thoughts for the moment.

Once she could think again, she opened her eyes and found Nettie on her knees, watching her. “That was… even better than the last one,” she said haltingly.

“Yeah, I’m that good,” Nettie agreed.

Chloe giggled at her lack of modesty. She wanted to kiss the girl, but found her limbs were still very weak when she tried to get up. Instead, she gestured for Nettie to get closer.

Now face to face, she noticed the teenager had glistening traces of wetness on her cheeks, around her mouth. She reddened a little, thinking about where they came from. “Oh, um, you’re a bit… messy, there,” she pointed out.

“And whose fault is that?” Nettie asked, though she didn’t seem to mind in the least.

“Sorry,” Chloe said coyly, then a naughty thought crossed her mind. “I guess I should clean you up, then,” she said, before she leaned closer and gave the older girl’s cheek a tentative lick. Nettie’s sharp intake of breath told her this was as much of a turn-on as she’d hoped.

She licked all around Nettie’s mouth, probably not doing a great job of actually cleaning, but that wasn’t really the point. She had tasted her own wetness before, just to see what it was like, but now realized that it was a lot more fun to lick it off a pretty girl’s face.

Once the cursory cleaning was done, she slipped her tongue into the other girl’s mouth for a steamy kiss that was passionately returned. Gazing into Nettie’s eyes afterwards, she could see lust building up, and suspected that the girl was in the mood for more.

Now that some of her strength had returned, Chloe gently pushed Nettie onto her back, then sat up next to her. The older girl was watching her expectantly, perhaps wondering if she had the nerve to take a more active role in the lovemaking. In fact, that was exactly what Chloe wanted — to explore that gorgeous teenage body.

She laid a hand on Nettie’s flat stomach, then slowly caressed her way up across her ribs until she cupped one of her breasts. They were really lovely, small but firm, keeping their shape even with the girl lying on her back.

Chloe took her time, caressing first one breast, then the other, then both at once, encouraged by little moans and sighs from Nettie. The nipples quickly grew very stiff, and she took delight in teasing them with her fingers.

“So…” Nettie began between two happy sighs, “you didn’t finish your story. You watched us have sex? And then?”

Chloe reddened again; she had hoped to avoid the most embarrassing part. “I, um… I had to go back into the bathroom,” she mumbled.

Nettie laughed. “Oh really? And what did you do in the bathroom, Chloe?” she asked in a knowing tone.

Chloe glanced down the teenager’s body, towards her inviting sex, and decided that actions might speak louder than words. One of her hands slipped away from Nettie’s breasts, sliding down her body until she reached the older girl’s pussy. She pressed her fingers deep into the juicy folds. The girl was positively dripping with excitement.

Nettie let out a loud moan. “Is that what you did?” she breathed. “You fucked your little pussy? While we were fucking downstairs?”

Chloe’s eyes widened a little at the dirty talk, but she smiled as well. Nettie seemed to be really into it. “Yes, I did,” she whispered into the teen’s ear.

“Mmm. While my sis was sleeping just next door?”

“Yes,” she said again. She’d been a bit ashamed of herself at the time, but had been unable to resist her need after watching Nettie and Trish fool around.

“Mm, you dirty girl,” Nettie moaned. “Wish I could have seen that.” Her eyes were squeezed shut, maybe imagining the scene.

While her fingers traced up and down the cleft of Nettie’s sex, Chloe lowered her mouth to the girl’s chest, flicking her tongue over one hard nipple. The teenager gasped in response, making Chloe smile. Her nipples, it seemed, were quite sensitive. Chloe took one in her mouth, sucked at it for a moment, then moved to the other.

She tentatively eased a finger into Nettie’s slick sex, slowly working it in and out. Receiving encouraging moans, she accelerated her movements a little. It felt very dirty and thrilling to penetrate the older girl like this.

“Mmm, yeah. You can put in more than one,” Nettie suggested breathily.

Chloe paused. She’d never used more than one finger on herself, but it made sense that grown-ups might want more than that. After all, lots of girls like a boy’s thing in there, and that’s bigger than a finger, right? She hesitated, then gingerly added a second finger to join the first inside Nettie’s vagina.

The teen girl seemed to like that a lot. Suddenly her hips were thrusting against Chloe’s hand, driving those fingers even deeper.

“Yeah! Harder!” Nettie demanded.

Chloe had been moving somewhat cautiously, afraid she might maybe hurt Nettie if she went in too hard —but evidently, that wasn’t a concern. On the contrary, the more vigorous she was, the more the teenager seemed to like it, letting out deep groans of pleasure on each thrust. Nettie was arching her body up from the bed, bucking and pushing herself against Chloe urgently. It was an intensely erotic display.

Nettie seemed to be very close to a big orgasm, and Chloe thought she knew just the way to drive her over the edge. She licked the fingertips of her free hand, then reached out and pressed them to the other girl’s engorged nub.

The response was immediate. Nettie’s body began to shudder violently. “Ah, yes! Fuck me, baby!” she shouted.

Chloe’s brow furrowed in concentration as she made circular motions over her partner’s button, her fingers still pistoning in and out of the older girl’s hungry sex, striving to give her as much pleasure as possible.

It only took a few seconds before Nettie tensed up all over, then froze, letting out her ecstasy in a hoarse scream. Her body bridged above the bed for a long moment, until she finally crumpled like a broken puppet.

Chloe gently extracted her fingers from Nettie’s pulsing sex, and watched over the girl’s supine form. Nettie was a twitching, disheveled, sweaty mess. She was beautiful. Smiling, Chloe lay down next to her.

“Oh, God… damn…” Nettie mumbled.

“Good one?” Chloe asked knowingly.

“Mmm-hmm. You did really well, kid. Fast learner for sure,” Nettie praised her, eyes still closed. An instant later, she grimaced. “Ugh, I probably shouldn’t call someone I just had sex with a ‘kid,’” she added.

Chloe giggled, then fell silent, watching the girl catch her breath.

Finally, Nettie opened her eyes and glanced at Chloe. The lust had dissipated from her gaze, replaced by a hint of worry.

“Hey, um, you… you’re okay with all this, right?” she asked hesitantly. “I guess I can get kinda… overeager, when I’m horny.”

“I’m just fine,” Chloe reassured her with a smile. “It was amazing!”

Nettie smiled back, relieved. “Oh, great then. Glad to hear that.”

“Kinda been thinking about that for a while,” Chloe continued sheepishly.

“Oh, yeah? Since you saw me with Trish?”

Chloe nodded shyly.

The teenager grinned. “What, is that what got you into girls?”

Chloe giggled and shook her head. “I kinda knew I liked girls before but… that sure gave me some, um, new ideas.”

Nettie laughed. “I bet. Ideas to explore in our bathroom, you mean,” she said with a wink.

“Yeah… and a lot of other times since,” Chloe quickly admitted, before she thought better of it.

“Wow, really. You’re a lot wilder than you look,” Nettie said, chuckling. “Well, happy to be of service in your masturbation fantasies,” she added, bowing her head and making Chloe snort in laughter. “Kinda wish I’d noticed sooner, I guess.”

“It’s okay.” Chloe was just overjoyed to have been able to share this experience with Nettie. A thought crossed her mind then, and she frowned a little. “Um, is Trish… your girlfriend?” she asked.

Nettie sighed, pursing her lips. “No. Trish decided she likes guys better now,” she explained, a bitter edge to her voice.

“Oh,” Chloe said. She couldn’t believe anything could be better than sex with Nettie, though it was a relief that she wasn’t intruding on some other relationship.

“What about you? Do you like boys?” Nettie asked.

Chloe shook her head. “Not really,” she said. She’d never understood what the big deal with boys was supposed to be.

“Good girl,” the teenager approved, and gave her a quick kiss.

Chloe grinned back. “So… are we gonna be doing this again?” she asked, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Up to you, but I hope so.” Nettie wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

“Then I think maybe we will,” Chloe replied with a knowing nod.

“Hey, um, you can’t tell anyone about this, though, okay?” Nettie said, suddenly serious. “Even Alex. Well, especially Alex. I could, uh, get in some deep shit.”

“I promise,” Chloe said solemnly. The last thing she wanted was to get Nettie in trouble for giving her so much pleasure.

“Good. I think you and me will get along very well, then.” That sexy smirk was back on Nettie’s lips, full of erotic possibilities. Chloe couldn’t wait to explore them all.

Continue on to Chapter 3