Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Purple Les

It was just like any night Aunt Billie came to visit me and Mom. Except it wouldn’t be. I would have sex with my Mom and my Aunt, my Mom’s sister in-law. I had let my Aunt in. After Aunt Billie hugged and kissed me, I took her coat and hung it up in the closet.

I watched TV while Mom and Aunt Billie chatted in the kitchen. Mom made a tray of cheese and crackers and whatever while Aunt Billie got out wine glasses and opened up a bottle of wine. Then sometime while they chatted and drank and munched I came into the kitchen to hangout because the TV had got boring, just like I always do.

This time though, before I turned off the TV and came in the kitchen, I left the TV on and stood near the kitchen to eavesdrop on them. I had noticed that when they lowered their voices, their conversation was more interesting.

“So come on, Carol, how long have you been licking that five year old pussy?”

“About four months ago, give or take.”

“Tell me everything, please.”

“Okay. You see, Grace was over while the girls were in school. We were having our weekly sex matinee like we do most Wednesdays.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know all that Carol. I’ve been with you too a few times. Either Lucy is home, or taking a nap here while the sex goes on. Now tell me about Lucy and you and Grace.”

“Well, like I was trying to tell you Billie, Grace was over and we were horny, as always.”

“Ha, you know after I have sex with Grace, I’m horny again an hour later.”

“Don’t be an asshole, Billie. Do you want to hear this or not?”

“Sorry, you know I do, go on.”

“So I suggested she put Lucy down for a nap. Well Grace told me that Lucy had told her she had started doing things with Mary. Sex things. Not only did Grace get all the details from Lucy, Grace started playing with Lucy. Sex play. So in a nutshell Billie, Mary and Lucy were figuring out how to have sex fun with each other. Lucy told Grace, and Grace swore Lucy to secrecy. Then besides Grace getting to hear about what the sisters were doing from Lucy, Grace also had sex with Lucy. After Grace told me all this, she suggested we let Lucy join us.”

“Shut the front door, Carol!”

“That was my reaction. I mean it’s one thing for you, me and, Grace to talk about girls while we fuck around, and watch those DVDs you bring, but to have Grace actually offer to let her baby daughter have sex with us, I couldn’t believe it.”

“Did you tell her about Sammie, and Penny, and us?”

“No. I just figured not to get things too involved. I mean, Grace wasn’t doing anything with Mary, I wasn’t doing anything with Katy. I thought it might be best not to tell her about Sue, Penny, Sammie, and you and me right off, you know.”

“Yeah sure, I get it. Now back to your story.”

“Well Grace says to Lucy, ‘You want to watch Mommy and Aunt Carol have some fun?’ I tell you Billie, unlike you, for kids I’ve only ever been with Penny and Sammie, but Lucy is the most eager, horny little girl ever. Why before we even had our clothes off…”

It got quiet. I took a chance and peeked in to the kitchen, and Aunt Billie had started to kiss Mom. They were breaking the kiss, and I moved back again so I wouldn’t be seen.

“Please, Carol, I’m so horny, get her to bed soon, please.”

“Okay, my horny little sister-in-law. Don’t worry, all in good time.”

I turned the TV off so they would know I was going to come in the kitchen.

“Hi, angel,” Mom said, “Going to hang with us old folks?”

I told them there was nothing on TV and I was bored. Then I started to eat some of their snacks.

“Hey! I almost forgot, I have some scratch off lottery tickets.” said Aunt Billie. “Katy come sit on my lap while I scratch mine, you always bring me luck.”

It was funny how Mom and Aunt Billie played the scratch tickets. They made it sound so exciting. Like hey I have two $5,000 and two $1.00 and I still have another scratch, and usually it would be a loser but sometimes they won a dollar and got all excited.

My robe was open and I sat on Aunt Billie’s lap like always. My legs on either side of her legs and her hand on her lap near my pussy while she scratched her tickets. I loved the way it felt, her hand on her lap so close to my pussy. Sometimes like tonight her hand holding the ticket was right against my pussy. Just my pajama bottoms separating her hand and my pussy. Tonight not even that much. My fly on the pajamas was open. I could feel her knuckles on my bare skin down there. She pretended she didn’t notice, but I could tell she did. She took a very long time scratching. The way it shook my legs a little while she used a coin to scratch at the ticket sent another tingle down my back, through my butt and into my pussy.

Aunt Billie’s first ticket was a loser. The second one was a winner, she won $5.00 and was all excited. She kissed the top of my head and said,”Yes! My good luck girl.” My insides felt sort of all melted just from that little kiss. I was afraid I might just have a come without even doing anything.

Mom said, “Hey Katy! How’d you like a fire in the wood stove tonight?” We have a wood stove in the living room but mostly just use it in the fall or spring when it’s too warm for the furnace but still damp in the house. I love to see the flames thru the slats in the stove door, and it gets downright hot in the living room.

“I’d love that!”

“Okay, angel, go get it ready and we’ll be right in.” Then as I left I heard Mom say to Aunt Billie, “The fire always makes her sleepy.” I heard Aunt Billie give a dirty sort of laugh.

I headed down to the basement for the wood. In the summer I love the basement, there is a part that has wood paneling and a tile floor and an old couch. It’s the best room ever on a hot summer day. In the winter though, like tonight, I hated to go down there. The wood was on the other side of the basement, by the furnace and hot water tank past the clothes washer. It gives me the willies to be down over there. I put a block of the fire starter in my robe pocket. I didn’t turn a light on over there cause after I’d picked up wood I wouldn’t be able to turn it out. There was just the stairway light on. As I picked up small and big pieces of wood, I swore I saw shadows moving. It may have been a ghost or a vampire. Yeah. I know. Not real things, maybe, but I got back up stairs as fast as I could and dumped the wood by the stove.

I put in some newspaper, then some small wood and the fire starter. I put some big pieces of wood on top and waited for Aunt Billie and Mom to come in.

“It’s ready to go!” I yelled out and Mom said she would be right there to light it. I love when Mom lights the wood stove up. We knelt together in front of it while the flames got burning hot and bright. Mom kissed my head and closed the door. The door has slats you can adjust, and you could see the fire inside. Mom put on the Christmas lights and turned the lamp off. The glow from the fire and the Christmas lights made the room soft and beautiful.

Aunt Billie came in carrying a glass of wine in each hand for her and Mom. Mom sat by Aunt Billie on the couch, and I sat in the easy chair. They clinked their wine glasses and said ‘cheers’ and had a sip. I let out a big yawn, and not on purpose either.

I just looked at the fire and listened to the grownups chat. They were pretty boring, and I yawned again.

“Golly! It’s hot in here now.” I stood up and took my robe off, then curled back up in the chair.

“‘Golly’!? I had no idea anyone said that for real,” said Aunt Billie more to my Mom than me.

“Oh yeah, Billie. I thinks it’s all the old western shows she watches on TV.”

“You like that old stuff, Katy?” Aunt Billie said to me.

“Yeah I do. I love the horses.” I said.

Then Mom said, “Angel, go in the kitchen please and get the wine bottle for us.”

“Okay Mom,” I said, and as I went toward the kitchen, my pajama bottoms started to come down with each step I took, and by the third step I had to pull them up again before they fell down all the way. I noticed that Mom and Aunt Billie noticed that too.

I carried the bottle with both hands when I came back. Just as I got to the couch my bottoms fell down to my ankles. They couldn’t see nothing ’cause the pajama top came down to the middle of my thighs. We all laughed and I turned around to pull them up and I made sure they got a peak at my butt a little bit.

I sat back on the easy chair and Mom said, “Wow, it is hot in here!”

Aunt Billie said, “Well you have that heavy sweater on, take it off.”

Me and Mom looked at each other and Mom said,”Um, yeah okay.” Well you should have seen Aunt Billie’s face when Mom took it off. You know Mom didn’t have nothing on under it, and there were Mom’s boobs for both of us to see.

Aunt Billie was like all freaked out, sort of. Mom just laughed and I pretended to be surprised. I don’t think Billie knew what to make of it and said, “Okay… you going topless then?”

Mom laughed again and said, “Sure why not? It’s just us girls. You don’t mind do you, Katy?” I pretended I was real surprised that Mom was sitting there half naked, and I said I didn’t mind at all, and then I added they could both go around bare naked for all I cared.

“Well I like that idea just fine,” Mom said, and then she stood up and pulled her jeans down. She sat back down on the couch to pull them all the way off and that left her bare naked. Then she went back to her wine like it was the most normal thing in the world to sit there nude in front of Aunt Billie and me.

I couldn’t help but laugh because of the look on Aunt Billie’s face. “Seriously Carol?” Aunt Billie said.

“Oh don’t be so uptight Billie. We’re all family here. Just us girls. You’ve seen me naked plenty. You don’t mind seeing me naked, do you, Katy?”

“No, I don’t mind at all. Um, you look nice naked.”

“There, you see Billie. Katy doesn’t mind seeing me naked.”

Then they sat there sipping their wine, with Aunt Billie looking back and forth at me and Mom.

“Can I ask you guys something?” I said.

“Sure, angel, what is it?” Mom said.

“Do you guys French kiss each other?”

Now Aunt Billie looked really surprised, and she was really quiet. Mom said, “What do you know about French kissing?”

“Well, Sammie taught me how. It’s real cool, and I did it with Mary too.”

Aunt Billie just sat there, her eyes wide. Mom said, “Well, when did all this happen?”

“The day you guys went out with Aunt Sue, Sammie showed me how. I did it with Mary on New Years Eve, and the day after. You’re not mad, are you?”

“No of course not, angel. What makes you think Aunt Billie and I French kiss.”

“Well you guys sleep together, and I thought maybe you… um, I don’t know, maybe you kissed, that’s all. I mean kissing is fun. I just wondered if you two did it.”

“Come over here, angel, and show me how you French kiss your friend Mary.”

Aunt Billie looked, well, she looked horny to me. I got up and started to walk towards Mom. My pajama bottoms fell down on the way and I just stepped out of them. No one was laughing though. I stepped between Mom’s spread legs. She put her hands on my shoulders and we kissed. Our tongues were going back and forth in each other’s mouth.

I could hear Aunt Billie breathing hard. Mom broke the kiss and said, “Well you do that very well. Yes. In answer to your question before, yes, me and Aunt Billie love to French kiss. Would you like to see?”

“I’d like that a real lot, Mom.”

I stepped back a little, and Mom took Aunt Billie’s glass and set it down on the coffee table. Then she leaned over and started kissing Aunt Billie. Aunt Billie was feeling Mom’s boobies all up. They kissed a long time. Aunt Billie was looking at Mom like I look at Mom and Sammie and Mary. Looking like she loved her more than anything. Mom was kissing all around Aunt Billie’s face, and then Mom said, “Come here, Katy. I think Aunt Billie would like to see you naked, too. Would that be okay, angel? Can I get you naked for us to look at?”

“Yeah. Okay, um, cool,” was all I could say. I stepped back over to Mom. She kissed me again.

“First though angel, give your Aunt Billie a kiss, like you kissed me.” I moved over to my aunt. She leaned forward and we kissed. First kind of shy, our lips brushing, and sort of sizing up each other’s mouths. Then we were kissing with our tongues. We sort of stopped at the same time. It was a real nice kiss. I looked down and I could see that her jeans had a kind of wet spot in the crotch. Mom pulled me back in front of her and started to unbutton my pajama top.

She had the top buttons undone and opened it some so they could both see my little hard nipples. “Feel them.” Mom said looking at Aunt Billie. They both put a finger on a tit and felt them so softly I had a shiver go up my back. Aunt Billie was real close to Mom. She was feeling one of Mom’s tits and one of mine.

Mom undid one more button, and she left the bottom button fastened. Then Mom pushed my top off my shoulders and pulled the sleeves a little and my top fell down my back and hips and down my legs. I was bare naked in front of my Aunt Billie and my Mom. Aunt Billie was sitting back now and looking at me up and down.

I walked back over to the easy chair. I sat down with one foot on the floor and my other leg draped over the arm of the chair. “Mom, I’m really horny. Would it be okay to just play with myself right here?”

“Sure, angel. Go right ahead.”

“Mom? Shouldn’t Aunt Billie be naked too?” I asked as I started to move my finger up and down my little bare pussy. Aunt Billie was just staring at me, with her mouth open.

“Yes, angel, she should be.”

I played with myself while I watched Mom kiss and start to undress my Aunt. I put my middle finger in my pussy up to the first knuckle. I was pretty gooey already. Mom and Aunt Billie were standing up now. Aunt Billie was just in her panties now. Mom was sort of next to her but behind her. She was kissing my Aunt, and had her hand down the front of my Aunt’s panties, rubbing around under them. Even though I had just done so much sex stuff with Mom that afternoon, I was all super horny again.

They were both beautiful, but I guess you would say apples and oranges. Their bodies were nice but different. Mom’s body looked more like, well like Sophia Loren when she was young. I guess you wouldn’t know who that is unless you see all those old movies on TV like I do. Aunt Billie’s body reminded me more of Emma Watson if she were a little older. Then Mom pulled down Aunt Billie’s panties.

Aunt Billie’s pussy was as bare as mine. Not a hair on it that I could see. It was as bare as Mary’s or Lucy’s little pussies. But it sure didn’t look like our kid pussies. It looked sort of between Mom’s and Sammie’s pussies. Aunt Billie’s pussy had bigger pussy lips than Sammie’s pussy, but not as big as Moms. I guess maybe ’cause Aunt Billie never had a baby come out of her pussy like I had come out of my Mom’s.

They were sitting on the couch again. They had their legs spread and a leg over each other, and they were rubbing each other’s pussy. They were both watching me masturbate. I couldn’t stop looking at Aunt Billie’s pussy.

I got on the floor and went over to the couch on my hands and knees like a cat or dog would walk. I sat in front of Aunt Billie with my behind resting on the heels of my feet. I put my hands on Aunt Billie’s knees, and moved her one leg further over. I was watching Mom’s fingers move all over my Aunt’s pussy, and then I said, “Aunt Billie, please let me lick your pussy. Please, may I?”

I don’t think I really waited to hear an answer. The next thing I knew I was just putting my face closer to her pussy. Then I was licking it like crazy. I put a couple fingers inside her too while I licked her pussy lips, and then I started doing the ABC’s on her clit, except I just spelled A-U-N-T-B-I-L-L-I-E over and over with my tongue on her clit. I ended up just sort of sucking her clit. I couldn’t hear what she was saying ’cause her thighs were pressed against my ears. She pushed my head away after awhile and I lay on the floor looking up at her and Mom. Mostly, though, I couldn’t tear my eyes from Aunt Billie’s pussy.

I don’t remember a lot. I remember Mom had got my sleeping bag from my room and opened it all up and spread it on the floor. We were all on it. I remember I had my hands and mouth all over both grownups. I remember they were both all over me. I had more than one come, a lot more. I remembered all of us just laying there saying dirty things and laughing and touching. Mom told Aunt Billie all about what had happened with me and her that afternoon. It seemed so long ago. It was just hours ago, though.

I guess what I remember best was them kissing me back and forth while the other licked my pussy. It ended up with Aunt Billie making me come while Mom kissed me. They lay together kissing and pulling each other’s tits, while I went back and forth on their pussies. They were saying really dirty stuff like, ‘Make your Aunt come on your face.’ and, ‘Mommy’s gonna come so hard, my little fuck angel.’ After I’d licked them both back and forth a long time, I got up on my knees. In each of their pussies I put three fingers. I rubbed their clits with my thumb. I finger fucked them with my middle three, and my pinkie finger poked each of their assholes. They told me to say something real dirty. Okay, if you really want to know they had me say real loud, ‘Come on me, you fucking girl whore bitches!’ There was more that I couldn’t remember how to say, but it didn’t matter ’cause they came real hard together right then.

We all went at various times to go freshen up in the bathroom.

Later, we sat naked in the kitchen, eating and drinking. We were back out in the living room after. All of us were saying we’d had enough sex. Then Mom opened the wood stove and stirred the embers and put in another log. We just lay on the sleeping bag on the floor. It was hot again. I was glad we were all still naked. Aunt Billie turned on our DVD player and put in a disc.

The first thing on it was about a dozen girls from like 7 to 17 years old. I guessed it was a beauty contest sort of thing. First they came out one by one in dresses. Then they came out in swimsuits. I figured they would announce the winner after that. But then they came out one by one bare naked. I couldn’t believe it. I had looked for naked girls on the internet sometimes but there was nothing. Now we were watching girls stand around naked with each other. Then they showed the people who were watching, and everyone was naked. I loved seeing all the girls naked, my favorite one didn’t win the contest, though.

The next thing on the disc was something old. There wasn’t any sound. It reminded me of the ‘Brady Bunch’. I mean the clothes and hair did. It was a girl about my age. She was on a bed reading, and this young woman comes in, maybe her Mom or big sister. They hug and kiss and then the woman looks at the girl’s magazine. I guess it’s dirty. They lay on the bed together looking at it and they get horny, and then they get naked and have sex. Then a much older woman comes in the room. She seems mad and she makes them go in the living room bare naked. Then she gets naked too and they all have sex.

The next thing I knew, even though we all had sort of tired pussies, we were all making love again. After that, Mom covered me up in the sleeping bag and gave me a pillow off the couch, and I fell asleep watching the fire.

In the morning I woke up without my eyes opening. I could tell it was light out. I could smell coffee. I stretched and turned onto my back. I let out a really loud fart. I heard laughing. I opened my eyes and saw Mom and Aunt Billie on the couch. They were laughing at my fart. “Such a little lady, just like her mother,” laughed Aunt Billie.

“Hi, angel.” said Mom. I lay there looking at them. They were both drinking coffee. They were both in their robes, and their hair was wet. They both smelled nice. They were fresh from the shower. From where I was laying I tried to pull their robes open to see their pussies. They laughed.

“Katy, go get cleaned up. Take a shower, and then I’ll make breakfast for all of us,” instructed Mom. I got up out of the sleeping bag. I stood bare naked in front of my mom and aunt and stretched some more. I liked them seeing me naked. Then I noticed how funky I was. I had women cum all over me. I had to go pee bad, too. I headed for the bathroom and someone smacked my butt when I went by the couch.

I made sure the bathroom door was locked. I didn’t feel like my mom doing some pee game again. As I sat and peed, I started to poop too. While I sat there, I noticed the pinch mark on my arm I’d given myself was fading. I wiped my butt and flushed the toilet. In the shower I washed myself real good and washed my hair too. While I dried off, I thought about all that had happened to me in just a few days.

Sex with my sixteen-year-old cousin Sammie. Seeing Sammie have sex with my Mom. Finding out that the girls and women in my family like to have sex with each other. Then me having sex with my best friend Mary, and then with her little sister too.

And just yesterday I had sex with my Mom. Then with my mom and aunt. I overheard how Mom had sex with Mrs. Tran, Mary’s Mom. Now I knew all about my Mom and Mrs. Tran and her five year old daughter having sex together. I liked all that. I wanted to be in on it. I wanted Mary to be in on it, too.

I walked back out to the living room bare naked. I bent over at the waist to pick my robe up. I made sure the grownups got a good long look at my bare ass and my pussy.

Mom went to start breakfast, and I snuggled against Aunt Billie on the couch.

We had breakfast at the kitchen table. After I helped Mom clean up the kitchen, we all went back in the living room. Aunt Billie said,”This is for you, Carol” and she handed Mom the laptop computer she always carried. “Welcome to the twenty-first century. I got myself a new tablet for Christmas. I want you to have my old laptop. I’ll hook up a WiFi for you as soon as I finish this coffee.”

Mom was all like, you didn’t need to do that and so on. I said,”Does this thing play thumb drives?”

“Sure Katy, it does everything. I’ll show you and your Mom how to work it after I set up the WiFi.”

I thought to myself I’d have to start working on the Chinese puzzle box I was holding onto for Mary.

It was a nice day just hanging out with Mom and Aunt Billie, and it flew by. Aunt Billie set up the WiFi without too much swearing. She showed us how to work the laptop, and as evening came, I asked if we could watch the DVD again and have more sex. Aunt Billie laughed and said that would be great, but she had to head home soon. Mom brushed my hair off my face with her fingers and said, “You have school tomorrow, angel, and me and Aunt Billie have to go back to work.”

I felt like crying. The holidays were over. That night while I lay in bed with my sock monkey Ingrid, I tried to open the puzzle box. Mom came up to tuck me in. She sat on the edge of the bed and asked if I was okay with everything that had happened. “Best Christmas holiday ever!” I told her. I had a few questions about sex stuff, and she answered them.

“Mom? Do you know how to open this?” She kissed my head.

“It has sliding panels on it. You have to find the first panel and slide it open. Then there are more to find. You have to find the right order to slide them in. Then the box will open.”

She took the box from me and put it on the headboard shelf. She tucked me and Ingrid in tight, kissed me, and said, “Sweet dreams, angel.” She turned off the lamp and went downstairs. I didn’t even think about school the next day. I just fell fast asleep.

Continue on to Chapter 10

By Amanda Lynn

“So, did you hook up with Marie?” Lisa asked, thumbing the pause button on the recorder.

Cheryl shot her a dirty look, then scribbled a few notes on a pad she had taken out of her shoulder bag while Amanda was telling her story.

“What?” said Lisa, holding her hands out palms up and shrugging her shoulders. “Curious minds and all that.”

“Patience. All will be revealed,” Amanda giggled, then took a drink of her coffee. Finding it was cold, she waved to the server, indicating she needed a refill.

After the server had refilled their cups and walked away, Cheryl said, “Ready to continue?” Then she added with a smirk and a nod toward Lisa, “Unless nosy here has more questions, that is.”

Releasing the pause button, Lisa jabbed Cheryl in the ribs. Amanda smiled and proceeded with her story.

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The hotel dining room was spacious and elegant. Another beautifully decorated Christmas tree stood just inside the entrance. A small island bar area divided the room in half, separating the numerous round, well-set, tables of the formal dining area from the family friendly daily-use side, which itself was designed to look regal.

As I was completing my brief glance around the room, an attractive young woman approached. “Hello,” she said, with a pretty smile. “Just yourself this evening?”

“Yes,” I replied.

She nodded and led me to a table for two that was along an inside wall with a view of the lobby, then handed me a menu as I sat down. “Can I get you a drink?”

“A glass of Pinot Noir, please, Sasha,” I said, having noticed her name tag.

“Certainly.” She smiled again, her gaze lingering on mine, then walked off. I followed her with my eyes, appreciating the wiggle of her ass.

In the mood for a steak, I searched the menu until I found their various selections of meat.

Sasha returned a minute later. She set the glass of wine on the table. “Here you are. Have you decided what you would like to have? Or do you need some more time?”

“Yes. I will have the Filet Mignon, medium well. Baked potato and steamed asparagus, please.”

I closed the menu and handed it to her. When she took it from me, her fingers brushed mine. I saw the color rising in her cheeks as our eyes met.

“Excellent.” She turned and started off.

“Thank you, Sasha,” I said, after she’d taken a couple of steps. She looked back over her shoulder and smiled sweetly. Too bad she wasn’t on the menu, I thought to myself.

As I waited, I idly watched other patrons coming in from the lobby for dinner, then picked up the dessert menu and flipped through it while sipping my wine.

It wasn’t long before Sasha delivered the food, along with condiments. When everything was in place, I thanked her. Instead of walking away, she paused and asked, “Are you a guest of the hotel?”

“Yes,” I told her. “I’ll be here until Saturday.”

“Oh good. Uh, I mean, umm, that’s… nice,” the young woman stammered, her face turning red again. “I hope you enjoy your stay.” She averted her eyes then left the table.

I chuckled and picked up my knife and fork. As I enjoyed the steak, which was excellent, I watched her scurry around the dining room, admiring her form as she served other guests. More than once, she caught me looking at her. I was rewarded each time with a lovely smile.

Sasha visited my table on several occasions, making sure I was satisfied with the meal and that I had everything I needed. I assured her I did. When I was done, she cleared the dishes and offered me dessert.

“How about you?” I leered.

Sasha blushed again, even more deeply. She didn’t respond right away, evidently lost for words.

“No? Too bad,” I said. “Guess I’ll have to settle for the apple crisp and a cup of coffee then.”

“Ok—” She tried to speak, but her voice caught. She cleared her throat and spoke again. “Okay, um, right away.”

Sure enough, she was back with my coffee and dessert in short order. She placed them on the table along with a black leather folder that held my check.

When I finished eating, I sat back and opened the folder. The check was face down, and I saw that Sasha had written ‘Thank you’ on the back in very elegant handwriting, signing her name with a cute smiley face.

I turned the bill over and completed the total at the bottom, giving her a generous tip. There was also a business card from the hotel inside the folder. I picked it up to look at it, smiling at what I found when I turned the card over. On the back, Sasha had left her name and phone number. I closed the folder, slipping the card into my pocket, and finished my coffee.

On my way out, I handed the folder to Sasha. “Charge this to my room please,” I said.

She took it and smiled. “Did you enjoy your meal?”

“Yes, very much. And thank you for this,” I said, holding up the business card.

“You’re welcome.” She blushed yet again, looking down briefly then back up.

I left the restaurant and returned to my room. I stripped down to just my underwear, bra and panties, then pulled on my favorite silk robe, tightening the sash. The robe fell to a couple of inches above my knees, and I loved the feel of the material against my skin. I went to the wardrobe and gave my uniform a once over, ensuring it was ready for the morning.

It was still early, so I decided to order some wine and watch a movie. I called room service and requested a bottle of William Fèvre Chablis Beauroy. Then I sat down in one of the comfy armchairs and turned on the TV.

I was still channel surfing when I heard a knock at the door. After muting the TV, I got up and headed for the door, tossing the remote on the bed. I opened the door.

Standing before me was the most beautiful girl I had seen in a long time. She was petite, no more than 5 foot 3. Her glossy deep brown hair had been pulled back into a ponytail. She had olive skin and a narrow face, her cheekbones highlighted by just the right amount of blush. Her lips were temptingly full, colored a light pink. Her large dark eyes were utterly captivating. I couldn’t help but stare into them.

The girl was in her early twenties, I guessed, knowing she had to be at least nineteen to serve alcohol. This alluring little thing, it occurred to me, was young enough to be my daughter if I had one. That thought sent a thrill of excitement through me. A lot of my hottest erotic fantasies are of sexual relations between mother and daughter.

“Shall I bring it in?” she asked in a silky voice, bringing me out of my trance.

“Uh… yes, of course. On the table, please,” I said.

What was wrong with me? I was mesmerized by this creature. I had seduced plenty of women over the years. Now I felt like I was thirteen again and about to kiss a girl for the first time.

I moved out of the way and she smiled pleasantly as she carried in the tray with a silver bucket holding the bottle of wine embedded in crushed ice. There were two long stem glasses on the tray. The young brunette was dressed in the standard hotel uniform consisting of black slacks, a white button-down shirt with a black tie, and a maroon vest. The hotel logo was embroidered on one side of the vest, and a gold name tag with black lettering was on the other.

I followed her to the table, watching her cute round ass wiggle as she walked. She set the tray down and handed me the bill folder while looking up at my face, smiling prettily.

“I hear this is an excellent wine,” she said. Her voice was soft. I took the folder and completed the bottom section.

I looked at her, and wondered if perhaps she was hinting at something. “Would you like to share a glass with me?” I asked, just as softly.

“Oh, that’s sweet, but I’m still on duty.”

“How about this,” I started. I reached for my wallet and took four twenties from it. I folded the bills and approached her. I stood very close and had to look down to meet her gaze. Her eyes were wide, and I could see both a touch of fear and excitement in her expression. “After your shift is done, you can buy another bottle and bring it to my room for us to share,” I finished, using my best seductive voice. I pushed the money into a pocket on her vest as I read her name tag.

“If you don’t want to, Jeannie, that’s okay, and you will have made a nice tip,” I said smiling.

She held my gaze for a moment. We were close enough that I could hear her swallow and feel her warm breath on my chest. I took a slow step back and watched her look me up and down, from head to toe. The young woman diverted her gaze away from me and to the floor.

“I um, I don’t, um, I need to get back to work now,” she said as she headed for the door with a bit of urgency in her step. She glanced back at me. The corners of her mouth curled up slightly. Then she was out the door.

I sipped at the wine for the next couple of hours and watch a pay-per-view movie. Well, actually it was a porno — one in which a mother catches her teenage daughter eating her best friend’s pussy and then the mother has sex with the daughter’s friend while the daughter watches. Very hot. I’d noticed in the opening credits that the two actresses who played the mother and daughter had the same last name, Katz, and I couldn’t help but wonder if they were actually related.

Once it was over, I turned off the TV. My fingers had been inside my panties, teasing my pussy all during the movie, and I was about to hop on the bed and finish pleasuring myself when I heard a soft knock on the door.

I jumped, and my heart started to pound. Could it be? I sure hoped it was. I got up from the chair, pulling my robe loosely around me as I made a dash for the door. I peeked through the peephole. I could have squealed like that thirteen-year-old I mentioned earlier. I tried to compose myself, then opened the door. Sweet little Jeannie stood there, still in her uniform and holding the bottle of wine.

“Is your offer still good?” she asked, her eyes shining and her smile bright. My god, she was beautiful.

“Yes, of course. Please come in and make yourself comfortable.” I said, with maybe a little too much enthusiasm.

She giggled, then made her way over to the table, where she took a corkscrew from her vest pocket and opened the bottle. The cork came out with a pop. Jeannie poured us each a glass of wine. She handed one to me and held hers up.

“Here’s to a pleasant evening,” the girl said, as our glasses clinked together.

“I’ll drink to that,” I replied, motioning for her to sit down.

She settled into an armchair, crossing her legs. “So, you have me at a bit of a disadvantage. You know my name, but I don’t know yours.”

“You’re right,” I chuckled. “I’m Amanda.”

I stepped in front of her, holding out my hand as I introduced myself.

She took my hand and gently squeezed, holding it for several seconds. She looked up at me, studying my features. My pulse was racing, and the soft touch of her dainty fingers only amplified my already heightened state of arousal.

“So, Amanda, what brings you to our nation’s capital?” she asked, then sipped her wine.

I sat in a chair near hers, and said, “A seminar and workshop for some new software the military is adopting. Quite boring, actually.”

“Oh, I see. Classified stuff?”

“Not at all. It’s a new administrative and payroll program. Supposed to make life easier. I’ll believe it when I see it, though,” I laughed, then asked, “What about you? Are you from Ottawa?”

“Born and raised. I recently earned my diploma in Hospitality and Tourism. I plan on going back to school with the goal of one day managing a large hotel like this one.”

As the young brunette spoke, she kept glancing down at my chest where my robe ‘accidentally’ had come open, revealing my bra. I watched her as she undid the tie around her neck, then opened the top two buttons of her shirt. She also unbuttoned her vest.

“That feels much better,” she said with a smile. “Do you mind if I take off my shoes? My feet are killing me.”

“Be my guest,” I nodded.

Now here was an opportunity if there ever was one. “In fact, here, let me help you relax,” I said. Before she had a chance to react, I stood and scooted my chair closer, directly facing hers, then sat back down.

“Give me your foot,” I instructed.

She just looked at me, hesitating, not quite sure what I was up to. “That’s not really necessary.”

“No, I insist. You’ll thank me, I promise.”

I smiled at the girl, holding my hands out. Her eyes never left mine as she raised one foot up. I gently took her foot in my hand and rested her heel on my knee. I unlaced the shoe and slid it off her foot, then placed my hands on her ankle and slowly slid them up to the top of her sock. I pushed two fingers from each hand into the sock and slowly moved it down and off her foot.

Jeannie watched me intently, not moving. She bit her lower lip, then took another, larger drink of wine.

Once that first sock was off, I placed her foot back on the floor and motioned for her to raise the other one. She brought it up, and I repeated the process. Jeannie squirmed a bit, and I heard her breathe a soft sigh. I took her bare foot in my hands, holding it with my fingers on the top of her foot and my thumbs resting on the sole.

“Are you ticklish?” I asked.

She shook her head as I began to rub her foot, moving my thumbs in circles, from her toes to her heel and back. I continued for a few moments, then switched my hands around, so my thumbs were on top and massaged some more. I put the heel of my palm on top of her toes and pushed them down so they would curl under. Jeannie let out a little grunt when a couple of her toes cracked.

“You okay?” I asked.

“Yes, that feels marvelous. Please don’t stop.”

I grinned at her. You’ll soon be begging me not to stop if I have my way, I thought to myself. I continued the massage up to her ankle where I rubbed it, flexed it, and rotated it. Once I was finished with that foot, I went back to the first foot and repeated the procedure.

By then, my panties were soaked. I was extremely turned on, partly from the sexy movie I’d watched earlier, but mostly from touching the soft, smooth skin of this beauty. I wondered if she was getting just as aroused too. She had already drunk two glasses of wine by this point, and I could hear her breathing harder. While I was massaging her ankle, I placed a finger on her lateral tarsal artery, just behind the ankle bone. Sure enough, her pulse was strong and rapid. The girl was definitely excited.

I put her foot on the floor and sat back. My robe had come open all the way, and I made no effort to close it. I saw Jeannie look down at my crotch and hold her gaze there for a few seconds. I spread my legs a bit wider. I was certain she could see the wet spot that had formed on my panties. My heart was pounding, and so was my clit.

I stood up, took a big swallow of my drink, then poured myself another glass and refilled hers. She looked up at me, and our eyes met. She grinned, saucily. I wasn’t really sure who was seducing who.

“How was that?” I asked.

“Mmm, wonderful…” She breathed a contented sigh. “Maybe you could do my shoulders as well?”

I moved behind her, gently placing my hands on her shoulders. Jeannie stiffened for just a second and then relaxed. A soft moan escaped from her lips as I squeezed and rubbed the soft fleshy area of her shoulders, just above her collarbone, while my thumbs kneaded the muscles of her back.

As I continued to rub the girl, I leaned in and slowly inhaled her aroma. There was a faint hint of lilac, most likely the lingering scent of shampoo she had used that morning. It didn’t really matter to me, as any fragrance from her would have been just as intoxicating as this was right now.

“Ooh, that feels so good, Amanda,” she cooed.

“Would you like a whole-body massage?”

Jeannie looked back over her shoulder at me. She didn’t speak, but nodded instead. I stepped in front of her and held out my hand. Jeannie took it, and I drew her to her feet.

“Strip down to your underwear,” I suggested, “and I’ll get some lotion.”

She hesitated, folding her arms across her chest and looking down.

“You don’t need to be shy,” I told her, as I shrugged my robe off, letting it fall to the floor. “We’ll be dressed the same.”

“But… I’m not wearing a bra,” the girl mumbled.

I grinned, then licked my lips and unhooked my bra from the front, dropping it on the floor beside my robe.

“Better?” I asked.

Jeannie’s eyes widened. Her gaze went from my tits up to my face then back down to my tits. She smiled, slowly raising a hand. “Wow, they’re beautiful. Can I…”

“Please,” I whispered.

She cupped one fleshy globe and squeezed it. A bolt of lightning shot through me. My pussy was on fire. She moved her hand up and played a finger over the hard nipple. Then she did the same with the other one. I moaned, and she pulled her hand away.

“Sorry,” she said, as if she had done something wrong.

“Don’t apologize, sweetie. That feels nice, very nice. Now, come on, let’s get you out of these clothes.”

While I helped take off her vest, I asked, “Is it all right if I undress you?”

Her face reddened. “I… I guess so. I’ve never had anyone else undress me before.”

“That’s a shame,” I said, as I began to unbutton her shirt.

When more of her body was exposed, I could see why Jeannie had no need for a bra. Her breasts were tiny but very cute. I tugged the shirt out of her slacks, and after all the buttons were undone, slid it off her shoulders and down her arms. As soon as she was free of the shirt, her hands went to her chest, covering herself.

I smiled and took her wrists, gently pushing her hands to her sides. “Don’t be embarrassed, sweetie. Be proud of what you have.”

“But they’re so small,” she said ruefully, “like little girl boobs.”

There’s nothing wrong with little girl boobs, especially on little girls, I thought to myself, remembering all those summer nights as a preteen, playing naughty games with my cousin. Oh, how we loved exploring each other’s bodies with our hands and mouths, touching and kissing our budding breasts and virgin pussies.

*********

“Wait — is that part true?” Lisa asked, pausing the recorder again.

“What part?” said Amanda.

“The part about, uh, about you and your little cousin. Is that true? How old were you then?”

“Lisa,” Cheryl admonished, “stop interrupting!”

“It’s all right,” Amanda chuckled. “I don’t mind. Yes, it’s true that I fooled around with my cousin, starting when I was twelve and she was eleven.”

“Wow, that’s nice,” Lisa grinned, arching her eyebrows.

“Of course, that’s another story altogether,” said Amanda, “which maybe we’ll get to someday. But don’t you want to finish this one first?”

“Yes, we do,” said Cheryl, giving her wife a playful frown. She pushed Lisa’s hand off the recorder and prepared to start it again. “Please go on.”

Continue on to Chapter 3

By Misty Meadow

Yes, darling, I’m here in my bedroom. Come on up; put your backpack in your room and take your shoes off. Leave your socks on and come in here. I want to talk to you.

How was school today? Good. Listen, I just got an email from your Aunt Jane. No, I’m sorry, hon, she isn’t coming to visit us; she’s very busy and can’t afford the airfare all the way from America. But she asked me to send her some pictures of you. How’s that sound? I thought we could take our time and shoot a whole lot of them, like a series… you know, the ones where you’re lifting your dress, letting us see underneath.

…Yes, hon, just like that — but don’t raise your skirt just yet. We all know what you look like with it lifted up under your chin and, yes, it is exciting… but I was thinking of something much more ambitious, starting with you fully dressed in your school uniform.

Speaking of which, I’m gonna have to buy new uniforms for you next term. You’re growing fast and that skirt is dangerously short — not that I mind! As far as I’m concerned, the shorter the better, but the school’s already sent me a letter saying that it’s inappropriate and shouldn’t be more than than six inches above the knee.

Here, darling — bend down, turn your back to the mirror and look between your legs. See how your knickers are showing? No, don’t move, I wanna get a picture of that. There. Oh, that’s a sexy look, come and see. My sister will like that, but we can do lots more.

Hmm? Oh, I was thinking of having you doing a striptease for the camera — a couple of dozen pictures of my sexy little girl undressing down to her knickers, then you finally take them off to show yourself in all your naked glory.

No, my darling, you’re not just a skinny kid. I admit that you look a lot younger than eleven and your boobs haven’t started to grow just yet, but to me you’re petite and slender and look deliciously innocent… even though we both know that you aren’t innocent in the least, are you?

Anyhow, you shouldn’t worry about being thin. I bet that when you do grow up, you’ll have one of those supermodel figures and be able to eat anything without putting on an ounce. You don’t need big drooping tits to be sexy. Sexiness is mostly attitude, darling. That’s the truth of it.

D’you know what made you so exciting in those pictures we took last month — the ones with you spread out on the kitchen table? It was the way you were displaying yourself so openly, with that inviting smile I love so much. It was as though you were saying, ‘Look at me, I’m sexy.’ And you were, too!

Anyway, I think Aunt Jane would really enjoy a few naughty snaps of you. My sister loves the sight of little girls with no clothes on, just as much as I do.

Wait, you already knew that? Oh, really — and how did you find that out, little lady? Did Jane sneak a peek at you the last time she visited? Hold on, don’t tell me, I’ll bet I know. She came into the bathroom while you were in the tub, didn’t she? Well, you see, that’s what she used to do to me when we were young. It bothered me at first, but then I began to like letting my big sister see me naked.

Did she take a picture of you in the bath? You never told me about that! Oh, of course I wouldn’t have been angry, darling. You know I like to show you off to my lesbian friends. Jane’s gay herself, after all… oh, you knew that too? Not much gets past you, does it? Little minx. Give Mommy a kiss.

Oooohh, baby girl, I love your kisses. Your mouth is so soft and sweet.

Yes, we’ll kiss some more, but first I want you to take a shower, darling, then dress in clean knickers and a blouse and clean socks. Put the same skirt back on, though.

Want Mommy to shower with you? In that case, let me get out of this dress. There. You like my knickers? Think they’re sexy? Yes, darling, I’ll buy you some naughty lingerie, but for the moment, you look perfectly adorable in your white cotton ones, like all the other little girls wear. There’s nothing lovelier than a pretty little girl, you know.

No, don’t take your knickers off yet, I’ve something special in mind. Let’s go into the bathroom.

Do you need to pee? Perfect, I was hoping you did. Here’s what I want you to do. No, not in the toilet, in the shower — and don’t take your knickers off. Yes, pee right through them, like that time last summer when we were walking across that meadow where the cows were, and you just lifted up your dress and peed right through your knickers. You looked so fucking sexy! You did, darling, honestly. Shit, I left the camera in the bedroom. Be right back.

There we are. Okay, into the shower with you. No, no, don’t undress, just take your socks off and step into the stall and hold the front of your skirt up like you did before. I’m gonna crouch down, so I can get a shot of you from a low angle. Ready to pee now? Okay, darling, just smile and let it go.

Ooh, perfect. I got half a dozen awesome shots of your pee streaming down between your thighs. Here, let me feel how wet you are between your legs. Squish, squish! Oh, I love the feel of wet knickers. Cotton is especially absorbent, so it holds a lot of pee, not like my nylon ones.

Now it’s all over my hand. Hmmm? No, it doesn’t smell bad. Actually, fresh pee smells very good… and it has a nice earthy flavor, too. Well, maybe not at first. I guess it’s what they call an acquired taste.

Okay, now you can get undressed. Just throw everything on the floor. Wait, leave your knickers on. We’ll start the shower, and you can rinse them while you’re still wearing them. Careful, not too hot. All right, now that they’re wet, pull the waist up at the front to… yes, a camel toe. Here, let me get a shot of that.

God, that’s such a naughty sight. I can see your tinkle through them! Well, what do you call it? Oh, my… Goodness, darling, where did you learn that word? Cunt. Did you pick that up at school? No, I don’t mind, in fact I like it when little girls use that kind of language. Okay, since you call it that, so will I.

Anyhow, like I was saying, your cunt is perfectly visible through the wet cotton. Lift one leg and put your foot on the edge of the tub, and I’ll take some more pics. Oh, very nice. That looks deliciously depraved!

What? “Depraved,” that’s what I said. It’s another way of calling something dirty. Not unclean dirty, sexy dirty.

Do you? Fair enough, then. I’ll pee through my knickers if you like. Move over. Actually, why don’t you take pictures of me while I do? Wait, darling — dry your hand before you touch the camera. There you go.

Ready? Oh, this is lovely, peeing through my knickers. Makes me feel like a naughty little girl again. Yes, I did pee my pants when I was a kid, anytime I could get away with it. I’d do it with my friends, out in the fields and woods where no one could see us. Oh, we pretended it was a joke, but I’m sure they were every bit as thrilled as I was. Now look, darling — my knickers are transparent like yours. You can see my cunt!

Here, give me your hand. Feel how wet I am? Hmm, I need a shave, don’t I? Here, I’ll take my knickers off and you can feel how stubbly I am. See, it feels rough, doesn’t it?

Will you shave me later, sweetheart? I like being shaved by you. Your touch is so gentle.

Come back into the shower with me, we’ll get clean together. You can soap my back and I’ll soap yours, we’ll take turns.

Oh, darling, you have such a lovely little body. I know I’m always saying it, but it’s true, especially your tight little bum. Let me lather it… now I’ll run my hand down between your cheeks to make sure you’re nice and clean. If you relax your bum hole, I’ll push my soapy finger in and you’ll be so clean that you’ll never get skid marks on your knickers. How does that feel? Oh, you like it, huh? Do it to me, push your finger all the way in and pump it in and out. Mmm, you’re making me tingle all over!

Now I’m gonna wash your front, your cute little titties. I know, they haven’t grown in yet, but let me show you something. I wanna tweak your nipples to see if they react. Ooh, look, they’re getting hard! Tiny, yes, but so incredibly sexy. Honestly, I think that a little girl’s nipples are more thrilling than a woman’s breasts could ever be.

Now I’ll do your tummy and yes, darling, your cunt. You don’t think I’d ever pass up a chance to touch my precious child there, do you? I’m gonna take my sweet time doing it, too. Doesn’t that feel lovely?

Why don’t you wash mine, too? See how many fingers you can get inside me. Yes, I’m wet and that’s not just water, by the way — your mommy is very excited, and it’s you that made me that way. Ooh, yes, three fingers; now try four, okay? Later, you can try to get your thumb in there too, but not just yet. Tell you what — we’ll save that for later, putting your whole hand inside Mommy’s vagina. No, no, it won’t hurt… but even if it does, it’ll be worth it. Sometimes things are good because they hurt a little bit, darling.

That was nice. Let’s get dry now. Here — you dry me, then I’ll dry you. Leave your knickers there on the shower floor, I’ll take care of them later. Yes, rub me with the towel all over, especially between my legs.

Goodness, you’ve never kissed my nipples before! That feels amazing. Bite it for me. Harder. Go on, you can bite harder than that! Ooooohh, yes! Mmmm, that’s nice. Now, do that to the other one. Ah! Okay, now suck on them, just like you did when you were a darling little baby. I love you so much, my sweet.

Now, I’ll dry you. Spread your legs and let me get… yes, just like that. Oh, my, if your Aunt Jane could see us now, she’d come in her knickers. She says they’re called panties in the States, but I prefer the word ‘knickers’, don’t you? Has a nice naughty ring to it.

Okay, bring the camera along. We’ll go into your bedroom and get you some clean knickers and stuff for you to pose in. You’ll only be in them for a minute, then I’ll have you strip again, all right?

Watching you dress is almost as exciting as when you undress, darling. Socks first — no, not the knee socks, the ankle socks. Now, while you get dressed, I’m gonna sit on the floor at the foot of the bed and take pictures. That’s nice, with your legs up like that.

Now put your blouse on and then your knickers. Yeah, pull them up to your knees and stand up. I wanna get a picture of with them at half mast. That looks so fucking sexy. Push your hips out for me, and spread the blouse wide open. Oh, perfect! Okay, pull ’em up now, button your blouse and put your skirt on. There you go.

Now, baby girl, it’s time for you to take everything off again. Wait, first let’s go into the living room and do the whole thing with the floor-to-ceiling curtains as the background. That dark blue will contrast nicely with your skin.

Sit on the chair and lift one leg at a time to take your socks off so I can get a good upskirt… nice. Now the other sock. Skirt next, I think… yeah, stand up and just let it fall. Kick it aside, then slowly unbutton your blouse. Let it fall from your shoulders.

Now for the most exciting bit… you know what I mean, sweetheart.

Slow down, slow down! It’s so much better if you take your time. Slide them down inch by inch, then I can get half a dozen good shots before we see your cunt. I want to build the tension. Keep smiling, darling — your smile is the most important thing. I know you love doing this, but your face has to show it. Now, pull your knickers down just one more inch and we can see… mmm, there it is, your sweet little cunt, like a sideways smile. Spread your feet some, so your knickers stretch from thigh to thigh. Jane is gonna love this! Okay, let them fall. That was awesome.

Sit down again, then put your heels on the edge of the chair and spread your… oh, you’re ahead of me. I’m gonna come in for a close up.

Now I have your cunt filling the whole screen! I could get a print of this and blow it up until it makes a huge picture, and hang it on the wall. That’d be awesome, wouldn’t it? Visitors would ask, ‘What’s that?’ and I’d tell ‘em, “Oh, it’s my daughter’s cunt. She’s let you see the real thing if you want.”

Oh, sweetheart, you look so lovely when you laugh!

Okay, push the chair aside and get down on all fours, facing away. Lower your upper body. Oh, my God, what a lovely sight — both your holes, your sweet little rosebud and your cunt, glistening with moisture. Keep still, I’m getting several shots from different angles.

Actually, hold that pose for a second, I’m just gonna put the camera down and… Mmwa! D’you like being kissed on the cunt? Want another? Okay… Mwwwwa! This is fun. Sure, you can kiss mine later, but now I want you lying on your back with your legs spread as wide as they’ll go. Hold your arms out, like you’re inviting a lover to come lie on top of you. Wow, that’s utterly fucking lewd. Now sit up and spread your cunt open with your fingers. Look down at it…. now look up and smile at the camera. Perfect!

Pictures of me? Sure, I don’t see why not. Yes, Jane will like them. So… I’ve never I told you that she and I used to fool around and do naughty things when we were your age, did I? Oh yes, we did indeed! First, Jane taught me how to masturbate, then she showed me how to kiss… and hers was the first cunt I ever licked.

I think we’d be better off in my bedroom, on my bed, if we’re going to take more pictures. C’mon, let’s go. Oh, you know what? We’ll use the camcorder on its tripod and make a video for Jane. Give me a moment to get it set up.

While I’m doing that, why don’t you get into a sexy pose? Here’s an idea — lie back on the bed, bring your knees up, let them fall outwards and press the soles of your feet together. Oh, sweetie, that looks perfectly pornographic.

Okay, I’ve got the camcorder on and recording. Hold that position for just a bit — I’ve got to get that on the video. There. Now Mommy’s going to play, too.

Want a back rub? Lie face down. What would you prefer… a massage, or soft caresses? Fine. Now relax, let me make you feel good, darling. I love doing this, running my fingertips up and down your body. Your skin is so perfect. Spread your legs a little, so that when I touch the insides of your thighs, my hand can stray between them and I can stroke your little rosebud with my finger.

Hmmm? Oh, I like having mine touched. Jane used to do that to me, you know. Even better, she liked to lick it, push her tongue up my bum as far as it could go. Really? Lick you there? No, I don’t mind, I was hoping you’d ask. Mmmmm…

…How was that? Lovely, wasn’t it? I know, it was ‘dirty’, but in a exciting way, like when we were peeing in the shower. ‘Intimate’ is a better word.

Would you like to lick my bum later, sweetheart? No problem, my pleasure.

Now roll over and I’ll do your front. My, my… I never get tired of looking at your naked body. Oh, look, your nipples are erect again! I think they need to be kissed. Mmmm, I think they like that.

Now, I’m gonna gently stroke your body, from your shoulders down to your knees… and you’ll forgive me if my fingers linger at your sweet, darling little cunt that I’m so in love with, right? Ah, well, I love it because it’s yours, sweetheart, and also because you like showing it off to me.

Do you, then? So who else do you allow to see your cunt? Your classmates? Teachers? What about the school nurse, when you fell and twisted your knee that time? Wait, wait — you’re telling me that she took off your knickers to examine your knee? That dirty old dyke! I supposed she touched you, too — how could she resist? No, it’s fine, sweetheart, you can let any girl touch you anywhere you like, but don’t ever let a boy anywhere near you. All they wanna do is fuck, then tell everyone about it. Girls are way more exciting, anyway. I’ve had both… and believe me, there’s no comparison.

Oh, you’re so wet… and you smell incredible! I love the scent of hot young cunt — God, how it turns me on.

Now I wanna do something that will make your Aunty Jane come in her knickers. I’ll kneel between your legs, lean in and kiss your gorgeous, sexy little cunt… but first, I need to move the camcorder to one side so my head doesn’t get in the way of the shot. There, that should do it.

Okay, ready? Just a little lick at first, a sweet tickle to get you started, though you seem to be well on the way already. Reach down and hold my hair to one side so the camera… that’s right. Mmmmmm, oh, you sweet, darling cunt, I love you so much. Mmmmm… oh, you’re trembling! Your face and chest are flushed. No, that’s fine, darling. It only makes you look more beautiful.

Now I want to do something that should have you climbing the walls. I’m gonna put two fingers deep inside you and touch your G spot. Try to relax for me, okay? Easy… easy… there, I think I hit it. Doesn’t that feel amazing?

Again? You love this, don’t you? All right, then.

Yeah, that’s it! Come for me, darling, come for your mum. Oh, look at your face, all twisted up in ecstasy! That’s going to look incredible on the video.

Wow, I sent you over the top and then some, didn’t I? Here, I’ll pull out and let you rest for a bit. Mmmm, now I get to lick my fingers and taste you on them. Delicious!

What’s that? Oh, sweetie. You don’t have to ask permission for that — you can do anything you like to me, anything at all. Go ahead, get down between my legs and lick my pussy. Fuck me with your fingers and tongue.

Goodness — you’re an eager one, aren’t you? I’ve had my pussy licked by lots of women, but I’ve never seen anyone want it as much as you do…

Oh, my darling little girl, that feels exquisite! You’re driving me crazy! Mmm, that’s it, suck on my clit. Oh yes, yes. Suck it in and out of your mouth, really fast!

Wait — don’t make me come just yet. I want you to go into me, sweetheart.

Hold on. Let Mommy catch her breath… okay. First, put your fingers in me — three to start with. Now twist them round, back and forth. Ooooohhh! My God, that feels lovely. All right, now put another finger in, make it four. There’s plenty of room. After all, that’s where you came from when you were a baby.

No, it doesn’t hurt, sweetheart. In fact, You’ve got me so excited that my cunt has totally relaxed and yes, I’m dripping wet. That means I’m ready for more, for you to take me all the way. Okay, now fold your thumb into your palm and push your whole hand into me. Don’t be afraid, I can take it. Push harder! OHHHH! Oh, gracious, it’s gone right inside me. You did a good job, baby girl. A good job.

Make your hand into a fist now, and push it in further, until I tell you to stop. More… a little more, that’s it. Oh, my God. Oh. Look, darling, you’re inside my cunt halfway up your arm! Honestly, it really doesn’t hurt, though that beautiful hand of yours is making me shiver all over. Ohhhhh…

Now fuck me. Pump it in and out. Oh, sweet Jesus, this is indescribable! My own little girl is fucking her mommy’s cunt. Oooh, fuck me, fuck me! None of my other lovers can make me feel like you do!

Oh, yes. Ahhhh! Oh, my darling daughter, you’re making me come! I think — I think I’m g-gonna explode! Aaaagh! OHHHHH!

Stop, sweetie. That’s enough. Whooo! Jesus, that was awesome! I haven’t come like that since… never mind. It’s been a mighty long time, I’ll tell you that. Pull your hand out and see —  slowly, though, Mommy’s tender down there. Look at that, it’s dripping wet. Ha, I just knew you were gonna lick it. Good, huh?

So how was that, Jane? (I’m talking to the camera, sweetie.) Is my daughter sexy or what? You’ve gotta come and visit us and do what you did to me when we were kids… only this time, you’ll do it to my little girl, too. Goodbye, sis, hope you enjoyed the show.

Turn the camera off, sweetheart. Thanks.

You’re right, I can’t send the video to her as an email. Know why? It’s pure kiddie porn. If either your aunt or me got caught with this, they’d lock us under the jail. Instead, I’ll download it onto a thumb drive and put it in the mail, no return address. So if the authorities intercept it, they can’t trace it back to us.

Yes, it was fun, wasn’t it? Know what we should do next? We’ll go downstairs and drink a couple of large glasses of cranberry juice. Why? Because its acid will neutralise the alkalinity of our pee and make it taste better. I wanna drink straight from your cunt, my darling.

You too? But you’ve never drunk pee before! Well, if you feel sure you’re gonna like it, how can I say no?

But first, let’s just lie here in each other’s arms and love each other. I so enjoyed teaching you all those naughty things we just did, but I’m sure you’d have discovered it all for yourself before long. Just imagine, in a few days, your Aunty Jane will be watching us cunt licking and everything, plus she’ll see those sexy pictures I took.

What? Honestly, you hope she shows them to her friends? Oh, you fucking darling little slut!

No, darling, there’s nothing wrong with that. Know why? Because you’re my slut…

The End

By Amanda Lynn

For Cheryl and Lisa

Author’s Note: After reading Chapter 76 of Cheryl Taggert’s “I was the Daughter of a Porn Star,” I posted a comment about an encounter with a girl who delivered wine to my hotel room, similar to that of the fictional Cheryl and Lisa in said chapter. Cheryl’s response to my comment was an invitation for me to compose a story for Juicy Secrets about that encounter.

Thus, “Jeannie and the Bottle” was born. Of course, I have embellished considerably to make this story interesting. If I hadn’t, it would only be about five paragraphs in length. But let’s be clear — I do not know Cheryl or her wife Lisa. I do not know their real names, nor where they live. Except for one small part which I will address at the very end, the following is a work of fiction.

Sitting in a booth of the small café, Amanda looked out the window and watched the traffic and pedestrians go by, then stirred her coffee again — an act which was pointless since she took her coffee black. She fidgeted in her seat and checked her phone for the umpteenth time.

Amanda was waiting to meet Cheryl, one of three owners of a website that published erotic tales of lesbian love. She had read all of Cheryl’s stories, enjoying them immensely. It wasn’t uncommon for Amanda to make herself come while reading them. The stories written by Cheryl’s partners, established authors in their own right, were equally stimulating. Amanda had submitted a few stories of her own to the site and had them published. This was always done through email, as was the correspondence between Amanda and her editor.

Life, however, sometimes throws a curveball. Amanda had been reading an opus Cheryl had written and published. At the end of one particular chapter, Amanda posted a comment on the situation the heroine and her lover found themselves in. That situation was similar to something she’d once experienced at a hotel when she ordered a bottle of wine to be delivered to her room. Cheryl had replied to Amanda’s comment inviting her to write a fictional story based on the experience. Amanda had seriously thought about doing just that. And that’s where the curveball comes in.

As part of Amanda’s job, she sometimes takes business trips to various locales in North America. On one trip that was coming up, the flight had a stopover in a US city where she would change planes before continuing to her final destination. This was not an unusual occurrence. However, Amanda had noticed to her chagrin, this particular stop was eight hours long. Amanda was certain the clerk who booked her travel had screwed up. But it was a Saturday morning when Amanda noticed the error, meaning she would have to wait until Monday to have it fixed, if it could be at all.

Later that same day, Saturday evening, Amanda received an email from Cheryl with some editorial comments on the most recent story Amanda had submitted for publishing. While replying to the email, Amanda mentioned in passing the administrative screw-up and the city she would be spending her useless eight hours in.

The next morning, Amanda found an email waiting for her with an attractive proposition from Cheryl. As luck (and curveballs) would have it, the city where Amanda would be changing planes was Cheryl’s hometown. Cheryl wondered if Amanda would like to meet her and her spouse, Lisa, for coffee during the layover. She then went on to ask if Amanda would be interested in collaborating on a story.

Cheryl proposed that during their meeting Amanda could tell the tale of her experience at the hotel with the girl who’d delivered the wine, and then Cheryl would write a story based on what Amanda told her. Of course, they would confer during the ensuing writing process, and would both be credited as authors when the story was published.

Amanda had been thrilled by the idea and quickly agreed to the collaboration. The chance to meet both Cheryl and Lisa was an added bonus.

Her phone buzzed. Amanda looked at the screen and saw a text from Cheryl. It said they’d been delayed by road work, but expected to arrive in five minutes or so. Amanda felt the butterflies churn in her stomach. She was as nervous as a schoolgirl on her first date. When the little bell on the café door chimed, Amanda looked in the direction of the sound and instantly recognized Cheryl from the photo she had sent earlier that day. Amanda waved as she called out to them.

Cheryl smiled and made her way over to Amanda, followed closely by Lisa. Amanda stood and held out her hand, Cheryl ignored the gesture and instead wrapped her arms around Amanda, giving her a hug.

“I’m so glad we finally get to meet,” Cheryl said as she let go.

“As am I,” Amanda replied, a huge grin on her face.

“This, of course, is my wife, Lisa.”

“It’s so nice to meet you, Lisa,” Amanda said while shaking her hand, thinking how beautiful the two women were and what a lovely couple they made.

“Shall we sit?” Amanda suggested, motioning toward the booth.

Amanda sat down behind her coffee as Lisa sat on the opposite side and slid over, making room for Cheryl to sit beside her. The waitress approached, and both Cheryl and Lisa asked for coffee. Cheryl pulled a small digital recorder out of her purse and placed it on the table.

“Did you have any problems finding this place?” Cheryl asked.

“Not at all. The cabbie knew exactly where it was.”

“Not surprising,” Lisa said. “It’s a favorite lunch spot during the week.”

Cheryl nodded in agreement. “So, what I was thinking, Amanda, was I could send you each chapter as I complete it for you to read. Then you could send it back to me with any changes, corrections, or comments you might have.”

“Sure, that sounds great,” said Amanda, then quickly added, “This is so exciting, Cheryl. I’ve enjoyed all your stories so much, and now I actually get to work with you!”

When Amanda realized that she was almost bouncing in the booth, her smile beaming, she felt the heat in her face grow. “Listen to me, I sound like a teenage groupie. Sorry…” she mumbled, looking down and stirring her coffee again.

Both Cheryl and Lisa laughed at this.

“Don’t worry about it, hon,” said Cheryl. “You’d be surprised at some of the fan mail I get. I’m really very honored that you and other readers enjoy my stories so much. So, thank you.”

The waitress arrived with two cups and a coffee pot on a tray. She placed the tray on the table and set the cups down in front of Cheryl and Lisa and filled them, then topped up Amanda’s. After the waitress confirmed that they didn’t require anything else, she left. The three chatted a while longer, enjoying their coffee.

After a few minutes Cheryl keyed the red button on the recorder. “Shall we get started then?”

“Sure,” said Amanda, taking a sip of her coffee. “It was 2012, and I was heading to Ottawa for a seminar…”

*********

The WestJet flight touched down at Ottawa International Airport right on schedule. It had been a short flight from Halifax, just two hours and ten minutes. Since the military was paying for my trip, they had booked an Economy Class ticket. I, therefore, paid for an upgrade to Plus Class out of my own pocket. The extra legroom and other perks that came with it were well worth the extra cost, even for such a short trip.

I looked out the small window of the Boeing 737 as we taxied to the terminal. The grounds around the runways and taxiways were covered in a couple of inches of snow, not surprising for mid-December in Canada. While the flight attendant was making the usual announcement about remaining seated until the aircraft came to a complete stop in front of the terminal building, people were already standing to pull their belongings from the overhead bins.

Laughing to myself, I shook my head at their, well, stupidity, for lack of a better word. Why were people always in such a rush to get off the plane? What was equally confounding was why they seemed to be in just as much of a hurry to get on the plane, even though it was boarded by row.

Once the aircraft did stop, I pulled my canvas shoulder bag from under my seat, making sure I’d placed my iPad in it, then patiently waited for the cabin door to open. I looked over my shoulder, and sure enough, passengers were standing in the aisle, chomping at the bit like a bunch of thoroughbreds eager for the starting bell. When I saw Marie, the flight attendant, move to grip the door handle, I stood up and waited for the go-ahead.

I had been watching her discreetly throughout the flight. Marie was a very attractive woman, probably in her late thirties. Her ginger hair was braided into a long ponytail, and her WestJet uniform hugged her body just enough as to compliment her curves.

Earlier in the flight, when she’d served me a drink and a snack, I took the opportunity while she was bent over to glance at her appealing cleavage. She smiled and winked when I looked back up into her blue eyes.

For the rest of the flight, Marie deliberately made eye contact with me whenever she could. At one point she knelt by my seat and asked if there was anything I wanted. Since no one could see me, and being quite forward, I placed a hand on her knee and slid it slowly up her thigh as I whispered in her ear, “I want you.”

I leaned back, smiling, my hand still on her leg. Marie put her hand firmly over mine. I was half expecting her to push it away and chastise me. Instead, she drew my fingers farther up her thigh until they were stopped by her tight skirt. She smiled at me, her face turning a shade of pink, and asked how long I was going to be in the Ottawa area. After I explained that I would be in town until the following Saturday, Marie stood and moved to the forward part of the cabin where the galley was located.

The pretty redhead was out of sight for just a few moments before coming back to my seat. With a wink, she handed me a blue plastic bag that had a piece of paper attached to it with tape, then walked away to attend to other passengers.

I unfolded the note and read what was written on it:

Call me Wednesday afternoon, after 3 PM. Here is something to remember me by. I’m sure you wanted to touch them earlier. I know I wanted you to!!!

She had left her phone number, and also had kissed the note as was evident by the alluring red lipstick prints.

I opened the plastic bag and looked inside. To my surprise, I saw a pair of lacy red panties. I reached in and felt the crotch. Sure, enough the garment was damp. I pinched the wet part of the panties to get some of the moisture on my fingertips, then removed my hand and sniffed. Her scent was there, and it was luscious. I could feel myself getting aroused. The realization that the woman was now walking around through the aircraft without wearing panties served to turn me on even more.

As I deplaned, I thanked Marie for a great flight while saying I would see her again soon. She blushed as her colleague looked at her questioningly. Then I made my way to the baggage area, collected my suitcase, and left the terminal.

It was only a few degrees below freezing, but the wind chill made it feel much colder. I was glad I’d decided to wear my winter jacket. Back home the temperature was still a balmy 40 degrees. The shuttle bus for my hotel soon arrived, and I boarded it for the short ride.

When the bus stopped and the doors hissed open, I exited and made my way through the main entrance. The palatial lobby of the hotel was ornate and brightly lit. The floor was covered in marble and the walls in a beautiful wood panel trimmed with gold. Off to one side stood a tall, beautifully decorated Christmas tree. There were comfortable armchairs and a fireplace close by for guests to enjoy. The air was filled with the soft sounds of classic Christmas carols. I found myself humming along with them as I checked in at the reception desk. I was given a keycard, then proceeded to the elevators.

My room was spacious, and the decor gave the impression of elegance. A queen bed sat in the center of the room. Two armchairs flanked a small circular table that was positioned in front a large window which looked out over the city, offering a view of Parliament Hill. There was a desk with a leather high back chair, mini fridge, and a widescreen LED television. A dresser sat under the TV with a wardrobe off to the side.

I unpacked my suitcase and put my civilian clothes in the drawers of the dresser, then hung my uniforms in the closet along with my coat. Needing a shower, I began stripping off my clothes. When I noticed the blue plastic item poking out of my shoulder bag, which I’d tossed on the bed as I arrived, I retrieved it and took out the panties Marie had given me. I held them over my face and inhaled deeply, enjoying the lingering aroma of the sexy redhead.

The scent renewed my earlier arousal, and I breathed a soft sigh as I headed into the bathroom, leaving the panties on the bed. The shower was a walk-in type with a small bench seat and handheld shower wand. The device had a variety of settings, everything from a gentle mist up to hard pulsing jets.

“I’ll bet the inventor was a woman who loved to masturbate,” I murmured to myself, chuckling at the thought. I was sure I’d be making good use of that massaging shower head during my stay.

Then I turned and looked at the mirror over the sink. It was huge and went from counter to ceiling and wall to wall. An entire squad of narcissistic cheerleaders could do their makeup at the same time without any need to jostle for position.

For a few moments I admired my reflection, running my hands up and down the sides of my torso. I stay quite fit. Of course, being in the military makes that a necessity. My chestnut brown hair hangs loose, touching my shoulders. My 34B breasts are firm and capped with pink nipples. My belly is flat and toned with just a hint of a six-pack. My hips, a little wider than my waist, bracket a neatly trimmed triangle above my pussy. My legs are long and strong and finish off my 5-foot-7 frame. For a woman in her late forties, I guess I am still kind of hot.

Looking closer at the reflection of my pussy, I noticed the glistening of the lips. I put my hand on my mound and pushed my finger through the folds. I breathed a little gasp as I brushed against my clit. I was wet. I took my hand away and licked the juices from my finger. Then I turned around and opened the taps on the shower. When I was happy with the water temperature, I grabbed the bottle of body wash and stepped in. The warm water felt nice, and I stood there for a minute as the spray poured over my head and down my body.

I had already washed my hair that morning, so I forewent the shampoo and squeezed the bottle of body wash, squirting the soap onto my hand. I set the bottle down on the ledge and slathered myself. I moved my hands over my shoulders and arms, across my belly and down over my legs. Bringing my hands back up I rubbed my tits. It felt good touching myself, little tingles of excitement chasing through me. I squeezed the fleshy globes and pinched at the nipples. I moaned. Spreading my legs a bit, I pushed my hand down over my belly and onto my pussy. I palmed myself, rubbing the heel of my hand over my clit.

I curled my middle finger and played with my opening. I groaned loudly, enjoying the sensations. I pushed my finger into my pussy and slowly fingered myself. The feeling of pressure building inside me grew. I took my hand away from my pussy and waited for a few seconds, not wanting to rush.

When I was ready, I put my middle and index finger onto my throbbing clit and rubbed it. Lightning shot through me, and I jerked at the feeling. I moved my fingers down through my wet folds and into my pussy, pushing my fingers in as far as I could and slowly fucked myself. It felt wonderful. I continued to tease myself this way for several minutes, getting close, right to the edge, then backing off.

By then I was breathing hard and my self-control was fading quickly. Pushing my fingers in deeply, I curled them and searched for that special spot. “Ohhh yesss,” I moaned.

Placing my free hand on the wall for support, I fucked my pussy with a renewed vigor. My knees became weak, feeling the approach of a climax. I backed myself to the shower bench and sat. Spreading my legs wide, I pumped my fingers into my pussy harder and faster. I brought my free hand to my clit and rubbed it furiously.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, yes!” I cried out as my orgasm exploded, sending wave after wave of pleasure through my body. I gasped for breath as I clamped my thighs together, trapping my fingers inside my quivering pussy.

I rested for a short time and looked around as my breathing slowed. I spied the hand-held shower head resting in its holder. After a few more moments, I stood up to retrieve it, then sat back down. I turned the ring of the shower head and examined each of the settings. When I found a soft pulsating stream, I leaned back and spread my legs again.

Slowly, carefully, I brought the stream up my inner thigh and onto my pussy. When the water hit my sensitive clit, I jumped. Too intense, I thought to myself. I focused the stream on hitting just above my opening. The feeling was strong, and I twitched and squirmed. A loud moan escaped from me. I place two fingers on my swollen clit and gently rubbed it. That familiar need was building inside me once again, and I rocked my hips as I moved the stream up and let it hit my clit. The sensation was almost unbearable, but I held the stream steady.

I was bucking against the stimulation of my hand and the driving water. I groaned as images of Marie played in my mind. “Fuck me!” I yelled. The feeling was surreal. Every nerve was firing. Waves of pleasure raced up and down my spine. My pending orgasm swelled and expanded as if it was a physical entity growing inside me. When it was ready, it forced its way out. I screamed and convulsed, slipping off the bench and landed on the tile floor. If there was any pain, I didn’t notice or care. I stiffened and shook. My scream became strangled in my throat.

“Mother of God,” I whimpered as my muscles began to relax and I curled up on the floor of the shower.

When I could finally breathe again and my heart rate had dropped to normal, I pulled myself up onto the bench with some difficulty, slipping and sliding on the wet tiles. The shower head was laying on the floor, water shooting skyward like a park fountain. After some time I stood, turned off the water and got out of the shower. I put on a complimentary terrycloth robe and made my way to the bed, collapsing on it.

“Holy crap,” I said to the ceiling. “I so needed that.”

I rested on the bed for a while until I felt my stomach growl. Looking over at the clock on the nightstand I saw that the glowing red numbers read 5:23 PM. No wonder I was hungry, I’d had little to eat all day.

After one more long, deep breath, I got up, finished drying my hair, did my face and put on some clothes. I then headed down to the dining room for supper.

Continue on to Chapter 2

By Tommy X

By Thursday, Amanda was settling into her new, exciting life of incest with her sister. They would steal kisses and cast sly glances at each other, but there really hadn’t been time to make love since that day in Ms. Garcia’s classroom. And Amanda desperately wanted to continue making love to Kelly.

Amanda woke up every morning with her pussy throbbing and slick with lust. She only managed to sleep every night after giving herself, two, maybe three orgasms. But it wasn’t the same, not without Kelly — who was preoccupied with running the mentorship program and her own schoolwork. Apparently, fucking the chemistry teacher could only get you out of some homework. A certain amount of cursory effort was still required.

Amanda did notice that the female teachers of Silvstead High seemed to watch her more closely and had moved her to the front of the class. Following Kelly’s instructions, she’d started wearing shorter skirts. She was sure these nasty perverted dykes were trying to get a look up her legs and frankly, it excited her. By the end of most days, she was soaked.

That day, after the last bell, Amanda opened her locker to find a small envelope taped to the inside of the door. There was no indication who it was from, or how they were able to get into her locker — just a pale pink envelope with a red heart drawn on the front. She glanced around and leaned into her locker slightly so no one could read over her shoulder. Amanda pulled open the envelope and pulled out the note. A carefully scripted note:

Dearest and loveliest initiate:

I hope this week is going well for you, and that you and your mentor have grown close. By this time, she should have taught you the power of your being and how to wield your sexuality. Now it is time to put it into practice. Tonight there is a party where you will meet, and fuck, your new boyfriend. He will be a starting football player and you and your mentor will make his night.

Love, Codi

Amanda stared at the letter. Jesus, she thought, am I ready for… that?

When Kelly drove them home after school, she made it clear to Amanda that they would be going to the party even if they had to sneak out of the house. They were going to wear their party dresses with nothing underneath, a thought that thrilled Amanda and scared her a little. Kelly also explained that they would both be expected to pleasure Amanda’s new boyfriend. The freshmen girls were always given up to the senior football players. In Kelly’s experience, though, they probably wouldn’t get around to fucking him tonight after all; it was unlikely that a teenage boy could handle two sisters.

But first, they had to convince their mother to let them go out on a school night.

That turned out to be far easier than they had assumed. When they got home, Karen was already getting ready to go out again. “Girls, I’m going out tonight with a friend from work, so do your homework, order a pizza and watch a movie. I won’t be home until late.”

Karen looked amazing in her little black date skirt and her dark blue blouse. If the girls had looked closely, they might have noticed that their mother wasn’t wearing a bra. But there was no way for them to have known that she wasn’t wearing any panties either.

In fact, Karen’s outfit was just for her daughters’ benefit. As soon as she reached her friend’s house, the clothes would come off, she would jump in the hot tub and spend hours enjoying sex with several different women. Karen was already moist in anticipation of a thrilling night of lesbian fun and games — even more so, knowing that that one of the women had promised a “surprise guest” would be attending that night.

The girls bounded upstairs, pretended to do their homework for a while and, after waiting an appropriate amount of time after their mother’s car had driven away, began to change for the party. Amanda and Kelly stripped naked, and unable to control themselves, kissed for a moment before taking out their outfits.

Amanda pulled her favorite dress out of the closet. It was pale blue with a slightly ruffled look, and fell to mid-thigh. She slid it over her head and adjusted it, then admired herself in the mirror, smiling at the thought of going without panties or bra beneath the dress she wore to church on Easter Sunday.

“Hey, Mandy,” Kelly called, “come zip me up.”

Amanda’s breath caught in her throat when she saw her sister. She was in a form-fitting red dress, easily three-quarters the way up her thighs. Every curve of Kelly’s body was perfectly accentuated. Amanda’s hands trembled as she took hold of the zipper tab and slowly drew it up. God, she makes me look like a little girl, Mandy thought.

Kelly turned and smiled at Amanda. “Let’s make sure everything is in order,” the elder sister said, and then slipped her hand up Amanda’s skirt, briefly cupping her bare pussy. “Good,” she purred. “Now, let’s do something about that hair.”

An hour later, the sisters climbed out of the car and made their way toward the entrance to Codi’s house. The party was clearly not a stereotypical movie-inspired teen rager. Music was playing, a few people were milling about, some had red cups with an unknown drink in it. When offered, Kelly politely declined for the both of them, citing the need to be clear-headed for the action later that night.

They milled about, Amanda staying close by her sister as she chatted with various girls. Most of the kids there weren’t part of the secret society, so Amanda wasn’t really sure when or where the evening’s action was taking place.

Soon enough though, Codi came by and tapped Kelly on the shoulder. Kelly turned to Amanda and smiled. “Show time,” she said.

They maneuvered their way into a side room, a study. It was all dark wood paneling, shelves crammed with books, huge desk. Codi closed the door behind her.

Amanda noted the five other freshmen girls and their respective mentors. In addition, there were five senior football players — the stars of the team. Everyone milled around nervously. The football players had grins on their faces you couldn’t wipe off. This ceremony was the stuff of legend in the jock world.

Codi circled around the desk. Reaching into a drawer, she pulled out an envelope, then cleared her throat. “Okay, ladies and gentlemen. Now for the moment of truth. Your assignment for the year.” If possible, the boys’ smiles got even wider.

Codi fixed of them in turn with a penetrating stare. “Remember, fellas, your girls are in charge tonight. They say no, you stop. They want more? You give them more. Otherwise, we will ruin you.” The smiles dropped slightly and the boys shifted around, nervously glancing at each other. It was clear that Codi wasn’t fucking around and meant every word.

She then began to read off names. A girl, then a guy. The mentor then led her protege over to her assigned player. “Amanda,” Codi said, “and Brent.”

Kelly let out a low whistle and clasped Amanda’s hand. Amanda squeezed back, grateful for her sister’s reassuring touch. But her misgivings were only growing stronger,

Brent was the star quarterback. In the universe of high school, his star shone the brightest. He was 6 foot 3, muscled, blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes. As All-American as apple pie. Girls would literally kill to be his girlfriend. And now he belonged to Amanda. Why wasn’t she excited about it?

“All right,” said Codi, “There are four bedrooms in the house, I suggest you find one and have yourselves a little fun.” Codi smiled, then turned to her protege. “We’ll stay here,” she said. Within seconds, she had the running back’s cock out and was stroking it.

Kelly, Amanda and Brent hustled upstairs to the master bedroom, then Kelly closed and locked the door. Amanda’s heart felt as if it was pounding through her chest.

Kelly smiled and stroked her hair, “Don’t worry sis, this will be great.” She then turned her back to Brent. “Unzip me, darling?”

Amanda felt a pang of jealousy rip through her at the “darling, ” but it was quickly subsumed by lust as she watched her sister’s dress slide to the floor, revealing her amazing body.

Kelly turned around and knelt in front of Brent, guiding Amanda down next to her. Unbuttoning his jeans, she slid them down to his thighs, revealing his cock — still soft, but Amanda thought it looked huge.

Kelly smiled warmly at Amanda as she wrapped a hand around Brent’s member. “Honey, don’t worry, just watch and learn. I’ll get him started, then you’ll take over.”

Mandy swallowed hard, a feeling of dread rising inside. This felt utterly, completely wrong. She didn’t want to touch Brent’s cock. She didn’t even want to see it.

Why do I feel this way? she desperately asked herself, nervously nibbling on a fingernail. Two weeks ago, I’d have done anything for a date with Brent Jarvis.

Deep down inside, she knew why. Everything had changed on that first day of school, that day when she went down on her own sister, tasted another girl for the first time.

Since then, Amanda had barely given a thought to other boys… and her feelings of love for Kelly had only grown stronger. She winced at the sight of her sister, smiling up at Brent as she fondled his prick.

I don’t want her touching him either, she thought. Him, or any other guy.

But something was wrong. Kelly was staring up at Brent, frowning. “What’s the matter, babe?” In the palm of her hand lay the football star’s limp cock.

“Fuck.” moaned Brent. “I mean… fuck!” He pulled away, then sat down heavily on the bed, his shoulders slumped in defeat. “I’m sorry… I can’t.”

“Excuse me?” asked Kelly, staring in disbelief.

“I just… I can’t do this,” he mumbled, putting his head in his hands.

Kelly’s eyes flashed with indignation. “What’s the matter? Don’t you want us? C’mon, two sisters at the same time! It’s a fucking fantasy for the ages!”

Brent lifted his head. His eyes were red, like he was about to cry. “Never, ever tell anyone.”

Kelly scowled. “What? That you couldn’t get it up?”

“No,” he said, then took a deep breath. “I’m gay, you guys.”

Amanda was light-headed with relief. She wouldn’t have to fuck him after all! Then she saw the shame in Brent’s expression, and her heart went out to him.

“It’s okay, Brent,” she murmured, drifting over to sit next to the embarrassed jock. “We understand. Listen, there’s nothing wrong with you liking guys.” She paused, then added. “Actually… I’m gay, too.”

Now Kelly and Brent were both staring at her — and Amanda couldn’t help it, she began to laugh. Kelly smiled, then started giggling along with her sister. Soon, all three of them were overcome with mirth.

Finally, Kelly pulled herself together, “All right, your secret is safe with us. We’ll spread the rumor that you were a total stud. In fact, we’ll say that you drilled us both like a sailor on shore leave.”

With a wry grin, Brent pulled up his pants and fastened them, then gave each of the girls a hug. “Thanks so much, you guys.” He indicated a door that opened onto the patio, “Listen, if you’re okay with it, I’m gonna go meet my boyfriend.”

“Anyone we know?” Kelly asked teasingly.

Blushing, Brent shook his head. “Probably not. He’s a older guy, dances for the ballet company downtown.” He shrugged into his leather jacket. “Are you guys all right to stay here?”

“Sure, we’re fine,” Amanda nodded, casually placing a hand on her big sister’s shoulder.

Kelly smiled, “No problem, sweetie, go have fun.”

“Thanks,” said the burly teen. “Y’know, Mandy… you’re really nice. If I’ve gotta have a fake girlfriend to get through high school, I’m glad it’s you.” Blowing her a bashful kiss, he hustled over to the door and quietly slipped out.

As soon as he was gone, Kelly burst into laughter, “Holy shit, you have to be kidding me! Just your luck, you get a gay football player!”

Amanda smiled. The sight of her naked sister laughing, breasts bouncing with each breath, was getting her worked up. Kelly was seated on the edge of the bed, Amanda standing before her.

“So, baby sister,” Kelly said, “were you telling Brent the truth just then? You really aren’t into guys?”

Nibbling her lower lip, staring at the floor, Amanda sighed. “No… I guess I’m not.” Raising her head, she said, “It’s your fault, though. You turned me on to girls, y’know. Now it’s all I can think about… and you’re the girl I’m into most of all.” Kelly’s shaved pussy seemed to beckon to her.

Kelly saw her sister’s lustful gaze and spread her legs slightly. “Like what you see, then?”

Without a word, Amanda fell to her knees, nudged her way between Kelly’s thighs and licked lustily at the older girl’s juicy slit.

“Oh, fuck, Mandy,” Kelly moaned, falling backwards on the king size bed.

Amanda feasted on her sister, sliding her tongue up and down, probing the folds of Kelly’s cunt. She could sense Kelly getting wetter and wetter in response to her licking, and that in turn made her own pussy drip.

She broke away long enough to pull off her own dress. Meanwhile, Kelly scooted herself up to the head of the bed, grabbed her knees and pulled them to her chest to fully expose her pussy and anus. Her wet cunt had spread open slightly, revealing the pink flesh inside, and her tight little rosebud pulsed with excitement.

Amanda dove back in, running her tongue from Kelly’s clit to her asshole, spreading the wetness along every sensitive inch of her sister’s nether regions. Sliding a hand down Kelly’s thigh, she pushed a finger into the older girl’s tight pussy.

“Oh, yes, Mandy,” Kelly moaned, “Finger me!” She began to rock her hips in time with Amanda’s probing finger. “Oh, God that feels good. Put in another!”

“You got it.” Amanda slipped two, then three fingers into her sister.

“Mandy! Fuck! Oh wow, yeah, just like that. Now lick my ass, baby sister!” Kelly was out of control with lust. Her body was rocking and shaking wildly.

Amanda quickly obeyed, running her tongue through the crack of Kelly’s ass.

Kelly moaned loudly. Her sister’s fingers and tongue were driving her insane. “Fuuuck me!” she screamed.

Thrilled by how unimaginably wonderful the evening had turned out to be, Amanda plunged her fingers into Kelly’s wet pussy and her tongue into her tight, spasming asshole.

Kelly came with a loud whimper, her pussy clenching Amanda’s fingers as she rode out her orgasm. After she had enough, Kelly pushed her sister’s face away, gasping, “Enough, babe.”

Amanda withdrew her fingers from her sister and brought them up to her lips, which were already dripping with Kelly’s juices. She licked the index finger, savoring the taste of her elder sibling.

“Gimme some, sis.” Kelly grabbed Mandy by the wrist and took the remaining two fingers into her mouth. She sucked at them, swirling her tongue around and tasting herself.

It’s so hot, watching my sister lick her own pussy juices from my fingers. As she drank in the sexy sight, Amanda let her free hand wander down to her own wet cunt and began to play. She moaned as her eyes met and locked with those of her big sister.

Amanda put a finger into her juicy cunt, got it nice and slick, then held it up in front of Kelly’s face. Kelly seized that wrist too, and was soon sampling the taste of her little sister.

Taking a break from comparing pussy flavors, Kelly gazed deep into Mandy’s eyes. “Mandy, little sister… I love you.”

Amanda gasped. She’d been wondering if this was just fun for Kelly, or if it was something more.

Amanda breathlessly replied, “I love you too. I don’t want to be with anyone else.” They came together in a pure and loving kiss. It was erotic, it was taboo, it was love all wrapped up into one single shining moment.

When they broke apart, Kelly reached down and, grasping Amanda by the hips, guided her sister up the bed until the younger teen’s dripping wetness was directly over her face. Kelly extended her tongue, letting the tip just barely run along Amanda’s slit. Ever so slowly, Kelly drew Amanda down to her face, a little bit closer with each pass of her tongue.

Mandy was clutching the headboard, silently begging her big sister, Stop teasing me… eat my pussy, damn it! Soon, though, she was finally riding Kelly’s eager face, the girl’s tongue buried deep in her snatch.

“Oh, god Kelly, yes,” Amanda moaned. She reached down with one hand to tease her pencil eraser nipples. Her body was sweating and heaving as she whimpered, desperate to explode in her sister’s beautiful face.

Just then, Kelly reached up and spread Amanda’s buttocks, gently placed the tip of her finger against her sister’s asshole and pushed. At this provocation, Mandy exploded.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!” she cried, shuddering violently as an orgasm broke over her. Her hips churned as she ground her dripping cunt into Kelly’s face. A second wave of bliss poured through her as Kelly slid that probing finger into her ass, just up to the first knuckle.

“Oh, God, oh God,” Amanda moaned, “I love you, I love you, I loooooove youuuuu!” The teen’s voice rose to a scream as her pleasure reached its peak.

Utterly spent, Amanda collapsed to one side, somehow managing to dismount her sister’s face in the process. Kelly panted for air, finally catching her breath after nearly being smothered by Mandy’s cunt. Her lips and chin were glistening with wetness.

Blindly reaching for her sister, Amanda began to kiss and lick Kelly’s face all over, enjoying the taste of her own juices. Their mouths drifted together and they shared a languid kiss, tongues blissfully trading flavors.

As they came down from their lust they lay cuddled together. Amanda idly fondled her sister’s tits, while Kelly tenderly stroked Amanda’s still tingling pussy.

“I mean it, Amanda.” said Kelly using her most serious voice, “I truly love you.”

“I do too, Kelly. I really, really do. You are my love and my lover.”

They kissed.

The sisters lay naked in Codi’s parents’ bed for a long while, in love and in heaven.

Somehow, they never noticed the little red light coming from the wardrobe across the room…

To appear at some point in time: Chapter 5!

By No One

Chloe sat on the couch, eyes intent on the TV screen, game controller held tightly in her hands. Next to her, her best friend Alex was equally concentrated on the game. After all, it was a very serious duel; video game pride was at stake. On the screen, their chosen characters were squaring off — punching, kicking, and performing all sorts of crazy moves.

Alex had already won the first round, but Chloe wasn’t going to let her get away with it; she had the upper hand this time. Her character jumped over a projectile and kicked her opponent in the head, then proceeded to execute a series of attacks that made the screen flash and shake. In the end, Alex’s character was thrown back and fell to the ground, beaten.

“Oh yeah, that’s right! Not gonna go down so easy!” Chloe exclaimed, elbowing her friend.

“Uh-huh, we’ll see,” Alex said, unimpressed.

It was then that Chloe noticed that Alex’s older sister, Nettie, had entered the room. The teenager’s ever-changing hairstyle was a rather tame shaggy brown  mass today, though she had been known to wear everything from a pink pixie cut to a green mohawk in the past. Her small tank top in fact featured a skeleton with a mohawk – Chloe thought it was the mascot of some punk band. Her tiny camo shorts were so short, they barely covered more than panties would. A pair of spiked bracelets completed her outfit. She looked cool and badass. She looked really hot.

Chloe swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry. “H-hi,” she timidly greeted the newcomer, but received only a grunt in reply.

“Final round!” the video game announced. “Fight!”

It was suddenly much more difficult for Chloe to concentrate on the game. She couldn’t help stealing glances at Nettie, who had let herself fall into an armchair next to them and was fiddling with her phone.

Chloe had been fantasizing about the older girl for a few months now, and having her so close and looking sexy as hell was very distracting. In the game, she kept getting hit by attacks she should have easily blocked or dodged, and Alex eventually made short work of her.

“Ah-ha! I thought it wasn’t gonna be easy?” her friend said smugly in triumph.

“Yeah, yeah,” Chloe said, offering no excuse. She couldn’t exactly admit that she had been at an unfair disadvantage.

“Rematch?” Alex offered.

“Nah, not really feeling it. Play against the computer for a bit.”

“Psh, sore loser.” Alex rolled her eyes, but she did switch game modes.

Chloe leaned back into the couch, trying to get a good look at Nettie without being too obvious about it. The teenager was lazily sprawled into the armchair with one bare foot on the cushion and the other on the floor, a position that some would consider indecent for a young lady. Nettie was hardly ever ladylike, mind you, but Chloe liked that about her. She noted that the older girl’s tiny shorts were frayed at the bottom, and wondered if she had actually shortened them herself. Nettie’s small top kept riding up every time she shifted, offering tantalizing glimpses of her belly.

Chloe’s eyes drank in every detail. She was certain this outfit would make it into her late-night fantasies, when she lay under the covers, a hand between her legs, and imagined Nettie seducing her, kissing her, doing all manners of naughty things to her young body. She shivered at the thought, but firmly pushed the idea away. Now was definitely not a good time to be thinking this kind of thing.

She sighed, knowing her fantasies would never come true anyway. Nettie had just turned seventeen, there was no way she would be interested in a little twelve-year-old like her. They barely interacted at all — in fact, Nettie usually ignored her completely when she was over to play with Alex.

“What?” The annoyed voice abruptly pulled Chloe out of her thoughts. Her eyes snapped up to meet Nettie’s frown, and she realized with horror that she had been caught staring at the teenager’s body.

“Oh! N-nothing! Sorry!” she mumbled, hastily dropping her gaze to the floor, as if the carpet was suddenly the most interesting thing in the world. She felt her cheeks burn, and fervently hoped that Nettie had not noticed.

After a moment, she dared a quick glance at the older girl and, to her further embarrassment, found Nettie still staring in her direction. Her disapproval seemed to have faded at least, and she instead looked… curious? Chloe wasn’t sure how to read her expression.

“Meh, beating the computer isn’t as fun as beating you,” Alex interrupted, oblivious to the situation, and apparently having triumphed over her computer opponent while Chloe was distracted. Bored of the video game, she turned it off, then asked, “Hey, you brought your swimsuit, right?”

Chloe was glad for the diversion. “Ya, got it right here,” she answered, patting the bag at her feet, while pointedly avoiding looking at the teenager again.

Alex and Nettie’s mother entered the room at that moment. She eyed her eldest daughter’s attire dubiously. “You’re not going out dressed like that, are you?” she asked warily.

Nettie raised an eyebrow. “Is that a dare?”

Her mother let out a resigned sigh and dropped the subject with a shake of her head. Instead she said, “All right, girls, I’m going out shopping for the afternoon. Alex, dear, your father will come pick you up at 4. Or that’s what he said anyway, but who knows with that man? Could be 3, could be 6.” She rolled her eyes, obviously not fond of her ex-husband’s sense of punctuality.

“‘Kay, mom. Can we go swimming?” Alex asked.

“Oh, honey, you know I don’t like you using the pool when I’m not home,” her mom replied, hesitating.

“Mom, come on, we’re old enough to swim by ourselves,” Alex pleaded. “And I’m a good swimmer, I never drowned even once,” she added with an innocent smile.

“It’s fine, I’ll watch them,” Nettie interrupted, surprising everyone.

“You will?” Her mother seemed thrown off by the offer. “Seriously though, you have to pay attention.”

Nettie rolled her eyes. “Mom, I’m not gonna let my sister drown.”

“Well… All right then,” her mom relented. It seemed that was settled.

While Alex was saying goodbye to her mother, who she wouldn’t see for a couple days while she was at her dad’s, Chloe decided to go change. Nettie passed her by in the corridor, smirked at her, then went into her own bedroom, opposite the bathroom.

What did that mean? Chloe wondered. She sighed, thinking that after the embarrassment earlier, the older girl probably was laughing at her, and thought she was silly, or creepy, or stupid, or all the above.

She entered the bathroom and closed the door behind her. Examining herself in the mirror, she sighed again; there was no way Nettie would ever be interested in her. Her face was plain, she thought, and her glasses made her look nerdy. Well, she was a bit nerdy, she supposed, but still, she wished she didn’t have to look the part. She did rather like her straight brown hair, but it probably looked boring to a certain someone used to crazy punk hairstyles.

She got undressed, then fished her blue bikini out of her bag. She was happy that she had finally been allowed to get a bikini, though a modest one. Her mom was rather old-fashioned and had previously always insisted on one-piece swimsuits. It was a silly thing, taking such pride in wearing a two-piece, but it did make her feel more grown-up somehow.

She put on the bottoms, then looked at her back in the mirror to fasten the top. Turning around, she admired the result. She had to admit she liked what she saw. Her boobs had been growing rapidly lately — a fact she was very proud of — and she thought they filled out her top nicely. To an extent at least. It’s not like anyone would think she was all grown up, but still, she wasn’t a little girl any more. That made her smile.

Her smile faded a little when her eyes went down to her waist. She wasn’t chubby, exactly, but she could definitely be thinner. Alex and Nettie were skinnier for sure. Maybe I should go on a diet, she pondered sadly. She sighed, pushing the idea out of her mind for now, but resolved to give it some thought later.

Exiting the bathroom, she noticed that the door to Nettie’s room was ajar. On impulse, she glanced in as she passed by, then froze mid-step. In the room, the teenager, her back to the door, was taking off her tank top. She threw it carelessly on the bed, then began undoing her shorts.

Chloe’s eyes went wide, and her heart was racing. She knew that she really shouldn’t be standing there peeking. It was creepy behavior, and Nettie would be pissed if she caught her at it. Still, she couldn’t make herself look away.

She watched on as Nettie hooked her thumbs into her shorts and pulled them down, along with her panties, wiggling her hips to help herself out of the tight garment. The clothes pooled at her feet and she kicked them away, now completely naked. Chloe felt an instant of panic as Nettie began to turn around, but thankfully the older girl stopped before coming face to face with her. Instead, she paused and stretched lazily, giving Chloe a full side-view of her nude body.

She was perfect. Her long fine legs, her shapely butt, her flat stomach, her small but perky boobs — Chloe wouldn’t change one thing about her. She watched on as the teenager went to her dresser and bent over to riffle through the clothes in the bottom drawer, giving her an amazing view of her ass and even a tiny glimpse of her sex.

Chloe swallowed hard. She was beginning to feel quite warm between her own thighs, and she was glad that getting into the pool would soon hide any unseemly wet spot. She imagined herself going into the room, feigning shock at finding Nettie nude in front of her. In her mind, the teenager wasn’t angry, instead she smiled, sat on the bed, and patted the spot next to her, inviting Chloe to come closer. It was far from the first time that she had fantasized about such a scene, but usually the real Nettie wasn’t right in front of her.

“Chloe, you ready?” she suddenly heard Alex call out from the living room. She nearly jumped out of her skin, and quickly sprang away from the door to avoid Nettie noticing her.

“Uh, yeah, I’m here,” she answered as she joined up with her friend, trying her best to sound nonchalant. Inwardly, she was cursing the interruption.

“Hey, new bikini. Nice. Looks cute,” Alex remarked.

Chloe smiled at the compliment. “Thanks. Finally got my mom to get me this instead of a one-piece.”

Alex chuckled; she knew how Chloe’s mom could be. She was wearing a bikini as well — in fact, one argument that Chloe had used to convince her mom was that Alex had been allowed bikinis for years.

Chloe thought the light green fabric went well with her friend’s blond hair. She noticed with a bit of guilty pride that, unlike her own, Alex’s bikini top didn’t have much to hide, the girl still being rather flat-chested. She was certainly a pretty girl, and Chloe had to admit she looked good in her bikini, even though she didn’t usually think of Alex that way, since they had been best friends since kindergarten. There was also the fact that ever since she had discovered her sexual feelings towards girls, Chloe’s major crush had been Alex’s older sister.

Making their way outside, they sat on the edge of the in-ground pool, dipping their feet in the water. It was a hot midsummer day, and the water felt really nice. Obediently waiting for Nettie before getting all the way into the pool, they turned their heads towards the door when they heard the older girl come out.

Chloe couldn’t keep her jaw from dropping at the sight. The teenager was wearing a thin, black, strapless bikini top with narrow horizontal stripes cut off in the middle to show off her cleavage. Similarly, the bottom had an opaque section covering her private parts, supported by thin strands of fabric with holes in between. A pair of sunglasses completed her extremely sexy ensemble.

Even though Chloe had seen the girl entirely naked a few minutes ago, the display still got her blood pumping. There was something to be said for the sexiness of clothes that concealed as well as revealed, she decided.

Alex seemed quite surprised herself, her eyebrows trying their best to reach her hairline. “Uh, does Mom know you have a bikini like that?” she asked dubiously.

“No, and you won’t tell her,” Nettie replied bluntly.

“Hmm,” Alex remained noncommittal. “Dunno why you’d wear that anyway. Aren’t you gonna get set on fire out in the sun?” she said cheekily.

Nettie gave her sister a look over her sunglasses. “Do you want to use the pool or not?”

“Yes! Okay, okay, sun’s good,” Alex relented. “Vitamin C and all that.”

“Vitamin D,” Chloe corrected automatically, though her attention was still wholly focused on Nettie. She tried not to stare at the older girl, but it proved a difficult task, and the sunglasses made it hard to tell if she noticed Chloe looking at all.

Alex jumped into the pool, splashing everywhere. Chloe followed, a bit more cautiously.

“Aren’t you gonna take off your glasses?” Alex asked.

“Oh, um, no, it’s okay. I don’t think I’ll put my head under water,” Chloe said. She received a weird look in return. Of course, the main reason she wanted to keep her glasses on was so she could keep admiring Nettie’s body, but she didn’t really want to tell her friend that.

The younger girls started playing in the pool while the teenager lolled on a sun lounger, watching them — or so Chloe assumed, but Nettie could have simply fallen asleep, for all she knew. She had a nagging feeling, though, that the older girl was observing her from behind her sunglasses, maybe silently judging her.

It made her nervous, since she couldn’t keep from stealing glances at the teenager. After all, it wasn’t every day that she got to ogle her crush’s near-nude body at her leisure. After a while, she did manage to relax and start enjoying herself, Nettie becoming more a pleasant distraction than a source of erotic tension.

About half an hour later, the girls were play-wrestling on a pool raft, trying to push each other into the water.

A male voice suddenly interrupted their duel. “Hey there, girls.” They turned to find Alex’s dad, who had just entered the backyard through the door in the fence.

“Oh, hi, Dad,” Alex greeted him. “You’re early.”

“Am I?” he wondered, then pulled out his cell phone to look at the time. “I guess I am! Ah, well, more time to spend with my little princess!”

Chloe wasn’t quite sure what time it was, but estimated that he was at least two hours early. She rolled her eyes, a bit annoyed at having their play time cut short.

The man turned to Nettie, raised an eyebrow at her indecent attire, but didn’t comment on it. Instead he said, “What about you, Antoinette, want to join us for a movie?”

Chloe cringed. Nettie hated being called by her full name. Her dad really should know better. The man had some sort of distant French ancestry, and had insisted on giving his daughters fancy, old-fashioned French names, even though he probably didn’t speak a word of the language himself. Alexandrine didn’t mind hers quite as much as her sister did, but she also preferred the shorter “Alex.”

Nettie slowly turned her head towards her father, lowered her sunglasses, and simply glared at him as a response.

“Nettie,” he amended with a sad smile.

She stared for a few seconds more, then pushed her shades back up. “No, I’m good here,” she finally said.

He looked a little disappointed, but seemed to take it in stride. He was probably used to the cold shoulder by now; the moody teenager didn’t get along that well with either parent, from what Chloe understood.

“Well, all right, just you and me then, kiddo. You ready?” he asked, turning back to his younger daughter.

“Yeah, I guess, um…” Alex said, hesitating. She gave Chloe an apologetic shrug. It seemed their fun in the pool had come to an abrupt end.

“You can stay a bit if you want, Chloe,” Nettie interrupted unexpectedly.

Chloe’s eyebrows shot up. “O-oh, um,” she said, struggling for words through her surprise. Staying alone with Nettie — her heart was already beating faster at the thought. “O-okay, I guess I could,” she finally managed.

Alex eyed her sister suspiciously. “She’s acting weird,” she whispered.

“Kinda,” Chloe agreed. “Just being nice, I guess.”

“Yeah, that’s what’s weird.”

Chloe chuckled and shrugged helplessly. She didn’t mind at all if Nettie wanted to be nice to her, weird or not. The two girls hugged and said their goodbyes, then Alex went inside to change before leaving with her dad.

Chloe decided to laze about on the inflatable raft for a bit, slowly rotating in the water. As she watched Nettie spin out of sight, she thought about trying to strike up a conversation with the older girl. She had no idea what she could possibly say that would be of interest to her, though. She sighed, knowing she would probably never dare to speak up anyway.

As the raft turned back towards where Nettie had been lounging, she found the teenager standing on the edge of the pool instead, looking at her. Chloe sat up straight, startled, nearly falling into the pool in the process.

“I’ll be right back, don’t drown while I’m gone,” Nettie said, flashing her a smile before turning towards the house.

Chloe was surprised that the smile had seemed genuine, rather than mocking. She thought the older girl had a beautiful smile, that she should use it more often. Then again, she wouldn’t be Nettie if she smiled all the time. Chloe watched her walk away, mesmerized by the sway of her hips. Does she always walk like that? she wondered.

A minute later, the teenager reappeared with some sort of bottle in hand. “Help me with this sunscreen, will you?” she said. “Wouldn’t want to ‘get set on fire.’”

Chloe’s eyes went wide. “H-help you?” she repeated, unsure if Nettie really meant what it sounded like.

“Yeah, it’s hard to put on my own back, right?” Nettie explained, demonstrating the difficulty by exaggeratedly trying to reach over her head.

Chloe giggled nervously. “Yeah, um, okay,” she said. Her heart rate kicked up another notch. Getting to touch Nettie’s bare skin, even just her back, sounded like heaven.

Dipping her feet in the water, she paddled the raft over to the pool ladder and climbed out. She had dried off in the sun and didn’t really want to get all wet again. At least not this way, she thought mischievously.

She joined up with Nettie, who was now lying face-down on the sun lounger. The older girl handed her the sunscreen bottle, and Chloe squeezed some into her palm. She admired the sight in front of her while rubbing her hands together.

The punk girl’s pale skin looked very inviting, and her bikini bottom, while not quite a thong, still showed off quite a bit of her butt. Chloe felt heat rise up in her that had nothing to do with the sun.

She took a deep breath, then gingerly started applying the sunscreen to Nettie’s upper back. Her skin was soft and smooth, just like she had always imagined in her fantasies.

“Hold on, it’ll be easier this way,” the teenager said, as she reached back and undid the clasp of her top, offering the whole of her bare back to Chloe’s eager hands.

Chloe’s eyes grew wide. It seemed like a silly thing — just a little more skin showing, no big deal, right? Somehow though, it felt like it made a big difference to the situation. Technically, Nettie wasn’t wearing her top anymore, she was just lying on it. If she turned just a little, Chloe would see her boobs.

She was getting butterflies in her tummy as she tentatively began to rub the sunscreen all over the teenager’s back, and fervently wished she could also rub it on her topless chest. If she peeked at Nettie’s side, she thought she could see a hint of the older girl’s breasts. She felt like a bit of a creep, thinking these thoughts, but she couldn’t help it. She desperately wanted to touch every inch of Nettie’s beautiful body.

Chloe tried to keep her thoughts focused on the other girl’s back, rubbing up, then down, and back up again. She wasn’t sure how long she was expected to do this — when she put sunscreen on her own body, she made it quick, but at this moment, she didn’t want the contact to end. She put more pressure into her movements, making sure the lotion was nicely applied — that was her excuse, at least.

“This is turning into a massage,” Nettie commented.

“Oh, err…” Chloe hesitated and stopped moving. Nettie didn’t sound unhappy, exactly, but she probably thought Chloe was being weird.

“It’s nice, keep going,” the teenager encouraged her.

Chloe let out a reassured sigh and resumed her movements. Emboldened by the girl’s implicit invitation, her manipulations turned into a full-on back rub. The teenager seemed to be enjoying it, too, judging by the little noises of contentment she was making.

The thought that she was making Nettie feel good filled Chloe with elation and excitement. Of course, this was just an innocent gesture — her private fantasies went much further — but still, this was the most sensual thing she had ever done in her young life. Chloe would take what she could get, especially from the girl of her dreams.

“Wanna do my legs too?” Nettie asked after a while.

Chloe swallowed. “S-sure,” she replied, trying not to sound too excited.

She moved closer to Nettie’s legs, squeezing some more sunscreen into her hands. Surely the teenager could have taken care of her legs herself, but Chloe certainly wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity to touch more of her lovely body.

She started rubbing Nettie’s legs at the ankles, slowly made her way up to her thighs, then back down again. All the while, her gaze kept being drawn to the older girl’s very noticeable butt, which her bikini did very little to conceal. It was very distracting. She ached to touch it, but didn’t dare go very far along Nettie’s upper thighs.

Her hands made their way back down to the teenager’s ankles, then climbed back up again for another pass. She was really enjoying the feel of Nettie’s smooth legs. As she reached the middle of her thighs, she wondered if she should try going further.

“A little higher,” Nettie suggested suddenly, as if reading her thoughts.

Encouraged, Chloe continued on until she reached the top of the other girl’s thighs, tantalizingly close to her inviting butt. “Like this?” she asked timidly.

“Just a bit more,” Nettie replied nonchalantly.

Chloe paused. There really was no space left to go higher without leaving her legs entirely. Surely Nettie wasn’t requesting a butt rub? She had asked, though.

Chloe hesitated a moment, then, heart in her throat, she tentatively inched higher, prepared to take her hands off at any moment if Nettie protested. There were no objections though, so she continued and soon found herself cupping the girl’s cheeks with both hands. They felt nicely firm.

Heart hammering, she froze, entirely unsure about how to proceed next, now that she had been allowed to do what she had thought would never happen. She saw Nettie shift and turn her head to look back at her, and immediately yanked her hands away, thinking she was in trouble.

The teenager merely smirked at her though, her eyes flashing over the sunglasses, leaving Chloe rather confused. Is she doing this just to embarrass me? she wondered, a little annoyed. Still, she couldn’t help thinking that Nettie’s smug smile was very sexy somehow.

“Thanks, you’re pretty good at that,” Nettie commented, before she suddenly turned over, shamelessly leaving her bikini top behind.

Chloe’s eyes opened wide as saucers as Nettie’s small, perky breasts were suddenly revealed to her. She had gotten a peek earlier, but having the nearly-naked teen up close and in front of her was quite a different experience. She didn’t know where to look. Though Chloe desperately wanted to drink in this lovely, sexy vision, modesty and embarrassment forced her to look at the ground. Her rebellious eyes then drifted back up on their own after a second for another yearning glance.

Nettie chuckled as she sat up. “So shy… it’s cute,” she said, before reaching out and lightly caressing Chloe’s cheek with a finger.

Chloe could only gape at the older girl, her mind a cloud of confusion. Was Nettie actually flirting with her? Was she just messing around? Mocking? She had no idea what was going on.

“You didn’t look so embarrassed while you were spying on me earlier, when I was changing,” the teenager added, that sexy smirk still on her lips.

Chloe gasped. “You saw me?”

“Sure. Got a big mirror in there, you know. I heard you coming out of the bathroom and saw you peeking in before I started getting naked,” Nettie explained.

Chloe winced, cursing herself for not noticing the mirror. Obviously, her attention had been elsewhere.

Then the rest of Nettie’s sentence sank in. “Wait, before…? You… did that on purpose?” she asked, still confused.

The teen girl chuckled. “Of course. I thought I caught you checking me out in the living room before. Wanted to make sure I was right about you,” she explained, grinning.

“Oh,” Chloe said simply, bewildered by the situation.

Nettie scooted closer, then reached out again, this time tracing the outline of Chloe’s ear with a finger before moving down to caress her cheek, then her neck and shoulder. “Did you enjoy the view?” she asked softly. Nettie’s other hand came up to cup one of her own bare breasts, emphasizing the kind of view she meant — as if Chloe needed a reminder.

Chloe swallowed hard. This had become very intense, very quickly. Her heart felt like it was trying to beat its way out of her chest. The proximity of the nearly naked teenager made it hard to breathe. Not trusting herself to speak, she merely nodded.

Nettie smiled, took off her sunglasses, and gave Chloe a flirtatious look. She leaned in close, their cheeks nearly touching. “Did it make you wet?” she whispered, lips brushing Chloe’s ear.

Chloe felt her face grow hot at the provocative question. It seemed too embarrassing to answer. At the same time, she didn’t feel like she could deny Nettie anything at that moment. Timidly, she nodded again.

“Mm, good,” the teenager said huskily. Flashing a wicked smile, she reached up to take hold of Chloe’s chin and, angling it down slightly towards her, brought their lips together.

Chloe froze, eyes wide. She couldn’t believe what was happening. Nettie was actually kissing her. Her first kiss, and it was with the person she had fantasized about for so long, who had seemed completely unapproachable. Even though she could feel the other girl’s soft, warm lips on hers, the situation still seemed entirely unreal.

It took her a few seconds to realize she should probably be reacting to the kiss. Tentatively, she closed her eyes, and tried to move her lips in response to Nettie’s. It took a moment to get used to the new experience but, guided wordlessly by her well-practiced partner, she ended up lost in the kiss. It was a delicious, sensual feeling that sent tingles through every inch of her body.

When their lips finally parted, she slowly opened her eyes and found herself meeting Nettie’s blue-grey gaze. As the reality of the situation sank in, a hundred questions jumbled up in her mind. It was a struggle to articulate any of them coherently. “W-why?” she ended up clumsily blurting out.

Nettie let out a surprised laugh. “‘Why?’ I thought that’s what you wanted.”

Chloe felt silly for putting the question so vaguely. “Well, um, yes,” she admitted. She had definitely wanted that, though she still couldn’t believe it had really happened. She felt like pinching herself to make sure she wasn’t dreaming, but didn’t want to look childish in front of Nettie. ”But, I mean, you… like me?” she finally asked.

The teenager laughed again. Clearly, Chloe was very amusing to her, though she hadn’t meant to be.

“Well, I’m not asking you to marry me, if that’s what you mean,” Nettie said, making Chloe giggle. “Just… I’m horny, and you’re cute and interested,” she explained simply, shrugging.

Chloe pondered this for a moment. It wasn’t a very romantic declaration, but of course she wouldn’t expect that kind of thing from Nettie. Was she even looking for romance herself? She wasn’t quite sure what she really wanted from the older girl. Her fantasies were certainly more erotic than affectionate, and besides, it felt strange to imagine Nettie as her actual girlfriend.

Still, it made her nervous to take the big step, to let herself go and actually “do it,” with another girl. The sight of the teenager’s body — her beautiful face, her perky breasts and stiff nipples, her flat belly — were doing a lot to relieve her uncertainty, though.

“You… really think I’m cute?” she asked hesitantly, feeling a little self-conscious standing in front of the gorgeous teen.

“Yeah,” Nettie replied, sounding a little surprised herself. “Looks like you’ve been growing into a little hottie right under my nose. Can’t believe I didn’t notice before.”

Nettie made a show of admiring Chloe’s body, making her blush. A thought seemed to cross her mind then, and she took on a pensive expression.

“So, do you and Alex…?” she asked after a moment, trailing off but raising an eyebrow suggestively.

Chloe frowned in confusion for an instant before she realized what Nettie was getting at. “Oh! No. We’re not, um… We don’t… fool around, or anything.”

Nettie nodded, as if that’s what she had expected. “Right. I would be pretty shocked if the little sis was into anything dirty,” she said, laughing. “So, was that your first kiss then?”

Chloe nodded shyly in response.

“Thought so. Hope you liked it. You do need some practice, though,” Nettie said, but with a wink to take the sting out of the comment. “But don’t worry, we’ll give you that,” she quickly added. Their eyes met, and the teenager’s sexy smirk reappeared on her lips.

She reached out to touch Chloe’s thigh, then started moving her hand up higher, fingers gliding over her skin. Reaching the young girl’s butt, she gave it a playful squeeze, receiving a startled giggle in response.

Nettie’s touch felt electric, sending currents of excitement flowing through Chloe’s body. She had never experienced anything quite like it; having someone caress your skin this way felt very different from touching yourself. She nervously wondered what it would be like if they went further.

Nettie’s hand continued its journey upwards, moving diagonally across Chloe’s hip and onto her belly, where it traced slow circles with a finger. It felt nice, but it also brought to mind the young girl’s insecurities about her appearance.

“I’m thinking of going on a diet,” she blurted out without thinking.

Nettie blinked at her in surprise, then frowned. “What? Why?”

Chloe shrugged uncomfortably. “Well, I just… I’m not very skinny, I guess…” she mumbled.

“What?” the teenager repeated, apparently very confused. “You look just fine, didn’t I just say? You don’t need a diet, that’s bullshit. You’re not fat at all.”

“Oh. Well, I just mean, like, you’re a lot skinnier,” Chloe hesitantly argued.

Nettie dismissed the comparison with a shrug. “Just a fast metabolism, or whatever they call it. I don’t try to be this thin, it just happens. Don’t buy into that shit they push on TV where everyone is super skinny. Nothing wrong with some curves. You look great, trust me.”

It sounded like advice Chloe’s mom might have given her — with a lot less swearing — but coming from Nettie, it did a lot more to reassure her. “Oh, well… okay,” she relented with a shy smile.

“And you do have nice curves,” Nettie said with an appreciative grin, leering pointedly at Chloe’s bikini top. “At your age I was flat as a board. Well, that hasn’t changed that much, I guess,” she added, looking down at her own small breasts.

“Oh no, I love your… um… boobs,” Chloe said, pausing mid-sentence to blush a little as she realized what she was saying.

Nettie gave her a flirty grin. “Like these, huh?” she asked, teasingly cupping the boobs in question.

Chloe nodded shyly.

“Well, you don’t have to just look,” the teenager continued.

Chloe swallowed. Did Nettie really just invite her to touch her breasts? She took a step closer to the teen girl, who was still sitting on the sun lounger. Lifting a hand, she hesitated. Was it really okay to do this?

“Still a shy little thing, huh? We’ll have to fix that,” Nettie teased. She took hold of Chloe’s hand and, looking into her eyes, pressed it against one of her breasts. She hissed in pleasure at the contact.

Eyes wide, Chloe gave Nettie’s breast a tentative squeeze. It was nice and firm, and she could feel the stiff nipple poking at her palm. She tried rolling it between two fingers, as she liked to do when playing with herself, and was rewarded with a little moan from the teenager.

She was quite pleased with herself for being able to give Nettie pleasure like this. Her own arousal kept climbing higher and higher, and as it did, her nervousness diminished. Already feeling a bit more confident, she brought up her free hand to play with Nettie’s other breast.

“Mm yeah, there you go,” the teenager purred. She leaned forward, pressing herself into Chloe’s hands, and lifted up her head. Eyes half-closed and lips parted, she paused an inch or two from Chloe’s mouth.

Chloe realized Nettie wanted her to initiate the kiss — a kiss she found she was hungry for as well. Barely hesitating, she pressed her lips to the other girl’s, and was soon lost again in that delicious shared intimacy. Her hands on Nettie’s chest continued their caresses and she soon had the girl moaning into her mouth.

A moment later, Chloe was surprised to feel Nettie’s tongue slipping between her lips, but  allowed her in readily. The teenager’s tongue playfully teased hers and lured her into a sort of sensual dance. Chloe thought this was called French kissing, but she’d had no idea until now how sexy and enjoyable it felt.

When their long kiss broke some time later, their eyes met and they smiled at each other.

“Mm, already much better. You’re a quick learner, I think. That’s good,” Nettie remarked.

Chloe giggled. “Maybe you’re a good teacher.”

“Damn straight I am,” Nettie agreed, before she leaned back a little to look at Chloe. “Now then, do I get to see your tits too?” she asked with a wicked smile.

Chloe’s eyes darted around the backyard nervously, suddenly very aware of how exposed they were. “Um, here?” she asked uncertainly.

“Nobody can see,” Nettie encouraged her, indicating the wooden fence that stretched all around the yard with one hand, touching her own bare breasts with the other. Clearly, she had no problem being topless out in the open.

Chloe was far less comfortable. There was a fence, sure, but it was possible that the neighbors could still spy on them through their second-story windows. She was now quite willing to let Nettie lead her into naughtiness, but maybe not in public. “Um, I dunno…” she hesitated.

Nettie gave her an indulgent smile as she got to her feet. “Okay, wanna go inside then?” she offered, to which Chloe nodded vigorously. Chuckling, the teenager started walking towards the house. “Might be best anyway, now I can make you scream even louder,” she added, with a sly backwards glance.

Heart still hammering, Chloe followed, wondering what Nettie had in store for her. That last comment sounded promising, but also rather intimidating. Nevertheless, she was way too turned on to stop. This was what she had yearned for all along, wasn’t it?

Chloe still had a hard time believing it was actually happening — that she was most likely about to have sex for the first time, and with the hot older girl of her fantasies— so this time, she did pinch herself. She wasn’t dreaming.

By Openmindedwoman

The atmosphere was pretty quiet as four well-satisfied young girls nibbled at bits of late breakfast, then retreated to other activities.

Amy and Kim-Ly played a card game, while Juli and Tracy sat side by side on the bean bag chair with Juli brushing out Tracy’s long dark silky hair and giggling soft comments into her ear. I saw Tracy turn wide-eyed toward Juli from time to time, and I imagined she was hearing a few bits of juicy secrets about what had taken place in town that morning.

Anita and I stood together sipping coffee in the open kitchen of the cabin, from where the girls were visible. All were wearing panties and t-shirts now, looking relaxed, but still showing signs of youthful energy.

“Aren’t we lucky at how they seem to be so at ease with all this?” I offered.

“Oh, wow, yes,” Anita answered. “I have to admit I was a little nervous, especially about Kim-Ly. Amy had been so confident that Tracy would be on board with it, but then you never know just how someone new to such naughty pleasures might respond. Still, do you think some of this could be a little too much?”

I admitted that I’d thought about that too, but assured my friend that the girls had all seemed extremely excited to do the taboo things they’d done with us. In fact, her daughter and my niece had often been the sexiest, naughtiest leaders in many of our erotic activities. I also reminded her that we both do truly love and care for our youngsters, and we make sure they always feel that love from us, while learning to have confidence in just how delightful the pleasures of their young bodies can be.

Then I told Anita that there might be an interesting test of those boundaries with the guest who would soon be joining us. I explained to her that a darker side of me had emerged with this particular girl, more because of how I perceived her submissive manner than my own desire for dominance, and that I never went beyond what seemed to be truly arousing to her sexual side.

“Still,” I said to her, “I am a little worried that those kinds of things might seem, well, quite different to the girls.”

“Leslie, umm… I don’t know… my only experience with that has been in stories I’ve read and the occasional video I’ve watched. But I can understand how some women or girls might feel the need to be pleasure providers, givers, and get turned on by being commanded a little bit, instead of taking the lead.”

“Exactly,” I nodded. “So, I hope we can provide some new experiences to fill our beautiful young vessels a little further with their understanding of the varieties of sexual excitement.”

It wasn’t long before the sound of a car driving up and then a soft knock on the front door got everyone’s attention. I opened the door and gestured for Rebecca to step inside the cabin. She wore sandals, a cutoff denim skirt that hung about six inches below her butt, a thin blue tank top, and — a black velvet collar around her neck that said “Leslie’s” in pink script, which matched the color of her fingernails, her toenails, and a bow that was tied in her hair, holding back a saucy ponytail.

I complimented the seventeen-year-old on making herself so pretty for us that way. Standing in the center of the room with her hands clasped in front of her, she blushed as she mumbled, “Thank you, Miss Leslie.”

“Everyone, this is my special friend, Rebecca. She lives in town and has worked at the library in the summertime for a number of years. That’s where she and I met originally.”

I walked around her as I spoke, tugging playfully at her ponytail and patting her on the bottom. “She has come here to entertain us this afternoon, and I know she is anxious to meet a few of you as well. Rebecca, you met my niece Juli in town. The girl she’s sitting with is Tracy. This is my friend Anita, and her daughter Amy is over there with Tracy’s little sister, eleven-year-old Kim-Ly. They’re all lovely girls, aren’t they, Rebecca?”

My teenage pet nodded as she glanced at each of them, before letting her gaze linger on Anita, wearing shorts and a gauzy blouse, but no bra. I saw her eyes widen a bit as she stared at the woman’s full heavy breasts.

Although it was clearly evident from the way Rebecca’s nipples firmly protruded through her tank top, I stopped in front of her and asked, “Did you do as I requested and get rid of your bra, my dear?”

“Yes, Miss Leslie, I did.” Her voice was barely audible.

“Show us.”

Rebecca looked up nervously, and glanced back and forth at me and the others. I nodded, tilting my head toward her. A small smile quivered at the sides of her mouth as she peeled off the top, handing it to me. Her erect nipples seemed to surge, pointing just a little towards the outsides of her pert teen tits.

“Very nice, my pet.”

After turning her slowly around to let everyone see, I hooked a finger under Rebecca’s black velvet collar and gently pulled her face to mine. She tilted her mouth up to me, closing her eyes, and I felt her lips moving hungrily as my tongue probed hers. We shared a long, open kiss, with moaning and heavy breathing, with tongues sliding back and forth, heads tilting this way and that, until the abundant wetness dripped from our mouths onto her chest. I stood back and scooped a bit onto my fingers, sliding it upwards over her tits and around her nipples until they shone with it.

I noticed that the younger ones were starting to stroke and caress each other as they watched, and I suggested that since our guest had been so nice as to show herself to us, perhaps we should do likewise. I heard Rebecca’s intake of breath as all four girls happily took off their t-shirts. Then I walked her over to where Amy and Kim-Ly were sitting.

“Amy’s are much like yours, aren’t they, Becks?” I said. “Except Amy’s might be just a little bit larger, hmmm?” She nodded. “And look at the darling Kim-Ly, who is just so ready to sprout. But never fear. Her dark eraser-tip nipples are every bit as sensitive, aren’t they, Kim-Ly?”

The strikingly beautiful youngest one giggled and nodded to us, using both hands to tug at her stiff nipples, while I stood behind Rebecca, reaching around to cup and fondle her for the girls to see. After a few moments, we moved on toward Juli and Tracy in the bean bag chair.

“You saw Juli’s this morning, my pet, but now you get to see a delightfully different pair, Tracy’s. Wouldn’t you like to taste them?”

Tracy stood up and stepped forward without hesitation, her cone-shaped titties firmly jutting outward, as if begging for the tongue I offered. I felt a shudder in Rebecca’s body as she leaned forward and licked first one small brown tit, then the other, closing her mouth over Tracy’s nipples and pulling, then bobbing her head to take more, then pulling back to the end of her nipple.

The room was supercharged with erotic energy with each new “introduction” of Rebecca’s body close up. When we got to Anita, who had removed her blouse to free her full round breasts, Rebecca licked her lips and began to caress her own nipples.

I held her back a step. “It seems to me that you are just a bit overdressed, Becks,” I intoned. “I can see that you are very much intrigued with my lovely friend Anita, but first you will take off that skirt.”

Rebecca quickly unsnapped the waistband and let her skirt drop to the floor. She stepped out of it, left in nothing but her sandals and the tiniest thong panties.

“Such a good girl you are today, my sweet.” I slapped her on the ass, one smack, not hard, but enough for the sound to be heard. “You remember how much I adore your naked bottom, and you chose to show it off, didn’t you?”

“Oh, yes, Miss Leslie,” she responded, wiggling it and reaching back to feel her own round bottom. “I remember.”

“I see that even though you are wearing a very small thong, my dear, you have some beautiful brown curls decorating your pussy. Most of the rest of us are pretty bare, aren’t we?”

I glanced around at the other girls, who nodded in reply to my statement. They were watching this performance wide-eyed while caressing themselves and each other. Then I said, “Bring me your panties, Becks.”

By this time I had taken off most of my own clothes, leaving them on the floor. I was sitting in the middle of the couch, clad only in my panties. Anita sat on an arm of the couch, topless, holding her slightly dripping breasts in her hands and licking the drops of milk from her fingers as they formed, slowly but repeatedly.

The obedient Rebecca stripped out of her little panties and brought them to me. I hung them on my left nipple as a decoration and cupped my mound, which was already beginning to dampen from the naughty behavior of my willing teenage servant.

“Whose pet girl are you, Becks?”

“I’m YOUR pet girl, Miss Leslie.

“Whose pussy is that under those sweet brown curls, Becks?”

“It is YOUR pussy, Miss Leslie, whenever you want it.”

Another quick look around the room revealed some giggles, some whispering, and lots of hands inside panties, moving sensuously. I let my eyes run up and down Rebecca’s slim nude body, then reached out toward her.

“Spread,” I simply said, and she immediately moved her feet wider apart.

My hand gripped her vulva, and I heard a sharp intake of breath from the girl as I dragged one finger upwards between her moist lips. I combed the muff above her slit with my fingers, tugging slightly, feeling the texture.

“So soft, my darling. Do you like the way it feels when you masturbate?”

Blushing, she answered almost inaudibly, “Yes, I do.”

“You do what? Tell the girls what you it is you like.”

Rebecca turned her head towards the girls and croaked, in a louder voice, “I like the feel of my pussy hair when I masturbate.”

“I think they might want to feel what it is like for themselves, my dear, since most of us here have very little, or none. They’re so accustomed to feeling smooth bare skin around their sexy young lips. Go to each of them and let them feel you.”

Rebecca strode across the room, not hiding her nakedness in any way. I could tell from the wetness in my palm that she was extremely aroused by being made to do such naughty things in front of the girls, yet her eyes continued to linger on Anita’s body as she went.

She stopped in front of Juli and Tracy first, taking a wide and inviting stance. They both reached out eagerly to feel her, their fingers exploring as they touched her together and looked at each other with excited eyes.

“Is she wet, my darlings?” I asked them, and after more probing movements of their hands, they nodded vigorously.

“Wipe some of it onto your beautiful girl tits, and then, when you’re ready, you might want to show Rebecca what you look like without your panties as well.”

Juli and Tracy were happy to comply, coating their nipples with juice from Rebecca’s pussy, then slipping out of their panties and sitting with their legs spread wide open for her.

“Do you like seeing their young pussies, Becks? They look like you looked when I first met you, don’t they?”

She nodded without saying anything.

“All right, time to move on,” I told her. She moved to stand in front of Amy and Kim-Ly, who had already stripped themselves bare.

“I didn’t hear your answer, my horny wet girl. When you wear the collar, don’t forget whose slut you are.”

“Yes, Miss Leslie. I, umm… I do love seeing their smooth young pussies, without any hair. It gets me very excited.”

Kim-Ly was actually trembling a little, looking nervous, but Amy held her and whispered to her as they both reached out to comb and caress the teenager’s soft brunette muff and then probe between her labia with their fingers. Rebecca stood with legs spread wide, visibly shaking, her body churning with lewd excitement as an eleven-year-old girl and a thirteen-year-old girl groped her sex.

In the meantime, I had removed my panties and began caressing my swollen pussy lips. When Rebecca turned towards me again, I beckoned once, and she quickly crossed the room.

“Sit,” I commanded, after turning her to face away from me. She slumped onto my lap with her legs spread wide across my thighs, open to all.

“You have been such a naughty obedient girl, sweet Becks, just as I like you to be. So, I have a little reward for you. Would you like to taste the milk you’ve seen seeping from Anita’s full woman tits?”

I heard a little gasp as she nodded and mumbled, “Yes, yes… oh, please may I taste her milk?”

Anita grinned as she stepped forward, now naked as well, and stood in front of us. Leaning over, she placed her hands on the back of the couch, then moved her shoulders in a teasing way, her heavy breasts swaying back and forth in Rebecca’s face. I heard a moan from the girl as she trembled on my lap.

“No hands, Becks,” I ordered. “Use your fingers to open your soaked pussy for the younger ones to see. Show them how an older girl fucks herself.”

Juli, Amy, Tracy and Kim-Ly all edged in closer, kneeling on the floor near us with an clear view of Anita’s round ass and Rebecca’s pussy just above my own. Anita leaned in more as she continued to sway, so that her nipples slid back and forth across Rebecca’s nose, and then went a bit lower, allowing the anxious girl to briefly capture one nipple, then the other, then the first again, and finally to latch on, mewing and gurgling as she suckled the aroused lactating adult.

“Is she fucking herself properly, Juli?” I asked. “Is she pushing her fingers deep inside her wet cunt?” Even as the words came out of my mouth, I realized I was reaching another level of arousal, and my dirty language showed it.

“Oh my god!!” Juli and Amy exclaimed at the same time. Then Juli added, “You should see her using three fingers inside, Aunt Leslie, fucking herself so deep and fast!”

“Have Kim-Ly put a finger in alongside Rebecca’s,” I croaked, my voice hoarse with the lust I felt.

It was obvious that my words, along with the addition of Kim-Ly’s finger, only urged my pet Becks further on. I heard moaning and slurping noises as she worked even harder on Anita’s tits, milk running out the side of her mouth, over her ribs and onto mine. Another minute went by, with increasing sounds of pleasure coming from all the girls, until Rebecca suddenly gave a shrill squeal, letting go of Anita’s nipple and throwing her head back against my shoulder.

“Goood girl!!” I praised, as she shook in my arms. “Come for me, darling pet. Make your pussy spasm for the girls. Make it flow all over your hand so they see how it drips when your teen cunt explodes. They can all see you, darling… they can all see you fucking yourself for them. You love it, don’t you… you love being their wicked naughty slut with your fingers deep inside your cunt!”

“Yes!! Yes!!” she cried, her eyes squeezed shut, her hot young body shuddering in climax.

I seldom would use such nasty words, especially in front of the girls, but I knew my pet Becks very well, what she liked — and I had also begun to lose some of my self-control, with my own heat growing as her shapely ass ground into the top of my mound.

She had barely stopped gasping for air when I moved my mouth to her ear and said, loud enough for the other girls to hear, “Now, wicked one, it is my turn… tongue.”

Rebecca first turned her face toward mine and opened her mouth, extending her tongue for me to lick and suck on with my lips. Drool fell onto my chest as we wrestled mouth against mouth for several moments. Then she slid from my lap onto the floor, crouching between my open legs.

As Anita stepped back, licking her lips while pinching and pulling her own nipples, I scooted forward a bit so that my rear hung just on the edge of the couch, and spread my feet as wide apart as I could. Making eye contact with Tracy and Kim-Ly while patting the couch served as an invitation, and the two sisters jumped up to squeeze in close to me, one on either side, their legs tucked under them.

“Juli and Amy, you come in closer too, little darlings.”

Smiling excitedly, the two knelt on the floor just inside each knee, flanking the older girl, their hands warm on my thighs. Looking at the eager young faces surrounding me, I told them, “I want you to learn a new lesson today, about using your tongue the way a beautiful sexy pet knows how to do.”

Already breathing harder, I used my fingers to spread the saliva that remained on my chest over my tits, coating them, making them slippery, feeling my nipples respond, growing firm under my touch. Then my hand caressed the side of Rebecca’s face, her ear, and her hair, gently signaling for her to begin.

She started with the insides of my upper thighs, one side and then the other, sucking just enough to pull the skin away a bit, enough to know that I could feel her mouth. Looking up into my eyes, then back at my cunt, the teen moved in a little more, her mouth covering the visibly taught tendon on either side of my crotch, licking it, licking the hollow spot just under it, letting little noises gurgle in her throat, showing her pleasure at giving pleasure to me.

“Oh… oh, look,” Kim-Ly said to no one in particular as Rebecca opened her mouth wide and lowered it directly over my vulva, covering it entirely.

I jumped a little and my belly clenched as the girl’s cheeks hollowed and moved. It was obvious that she was licking me, probing me, tasting and exploring all of my sex with her mouth and tongue. Panting with lust, I pulled the sisters’ legs open, cupping their bare young pussies with my hands, feeling them spread wide to accept my touch.

Rebecca pulled back just enough for everyone to see as her tongue moved slowly upwards, wide and flat, pushing my soaked, engorged pussy lips aside, then keeping them apart with her fingers to isolate my inner lips and the protruding tip of my clit.

“Yessssss…” I hissed, lifting my hips. “Just like that, good little pet. Fuck Miss Leslie’s cunt with your tongue.”

Gleefully, almost giggling, Rebecca continued working at it, sliding her warm wet mouth down to plunge her tongue inside my vagina, fucking me deeply, then licking upwards again, ending each move with a flick across the tip of my rosy clit.

I could hear Tracy and Kim-Ly moaning in excitement, and felt the girls pushing their little mounds up against my hands, begging for more. Although it was difficult to focus on anything but what Rebecca was doing to me, I managed to slip a finger inside each of them, fucking their sweet juicy pussies while I watched the teenager devour my cunt.

Sliding a bit lower, I pulled my knees back, tipping my hips upwards to expose myself totally. “Now, everywhere,” I gasped to Rebecca, and without hesitation my pet lowered her mouth to my bottom hole and licked, over and over, then buried her face in me, probing with her tongue, twisting and rimming until I could hardly stand the sensation.

Glancing quickly at Amy and Juli, I saw that their pretty faces were shiny with sweat, cheeks flushed, lips parted slightly as they panted in arousal. The movements of their bodies suggested they were probably masturbating, though I couldn’t tell for sure.

“Now, my fucking hot little slut girl,” I hissed at Rebecca, “make me wet you. Do it!”

With a nod, she moved upwards again, licking the sides of my slit, then captured my clit with her lips, closing over it, sucking, holding tight with pressure to tug it outward as her tongue lashed back and forth. At the same time, she slid two fingers into my vagina and curled them, scraping across the top of my inner walls, fucking me faster and faster, harder and harder — until I felt the storm surging up from deep inside and bucked my hips against her face.

“Ahhhhhh… godddd yesssssssss… ahhhhhhh… fuckkkkkkkk!!!”

I felt a jolt, a sudden spasm, and held my legs wide apart, screaming in ecstasy while sprays of juicy girl cum squirted out onto Rebecca’s face and into her hand, dripping onto the floor.

There were crazed sounds from the younger girls as they watched this happen not just once, but a second time and then a third time, witnessing a spectacle that perhaps they’d heard of but never seen — a woman squirting again and again from her pussy as her lover licks and sucks and fingers her.

At last I was spent, though my pet seventeen-year-old beauty would not let go until I finally pushed her away, trying to catch my breath and allow my body to relax, closing my eyes to rest while wiping tears of passion from my cheeks. Around me I heard sighs and moans and murmured expressions of amazement.

After partially regaining my composure, I opened my eyes and half whispered, half spoke, “Anyone else? She’s very, very good.”

Juli, of course, my ever-naughtier precious Juli, eagerly nodded. With Kim-Ly getting up to make room for her, Juli plopped next to me on the couch and spread her slender legs.

I reached over to caress my darling niece’s smooth bare mound. “Here she is, Becks. What are you waiting for?”

Obediently, and with glazed eyes, Rebecca moved between Juli’s thighs and began licking, following a progression much like what she’d done for me. Juli had been rubbing herself the whole time she was watching, apparently, as it didn’t take long at all for her to scream out in orgasm, unafraid of who might hear.

While Juli recovered, Amy sat down beside her, spreading her legs. Rebecca quickly moved to the next one, diving into Amy’s labia, licking furiously, probing with her tongue, and hungrily swallowing.

Amy’s orgasm soon overtook her. Tracy was next in line, with the youngest, Kim-Ly, trying her best to squeeze in next to her. The sisters clutched at each other, kissing deeply and wetly while Rebecca pried the Asian girl’s darker lips open and began licking her.

As I stood up to provide more room for them on the couch, I asked, “How do you like the taste of such young pussy, Becks?”

She looked up at me, a glow in her cheeks — or was it the sheen of girl pussy juice? “I love it,” she grinned. “I love each one. They’re all so different, all so smooth and bare and… ”

“… and so naughty, so eager to learn about sex, aren’t they, just like you when you were so young.” I finished her sentence for her, and she nodded, then went back to work on Tracy.

Anita was standing nearby, naked and masturbating while she watched the action. I stepped over to her and perched on the arm of the couch, reaching a hand between her legs to feel her wetness.

“Mmm,” she sighed, moving closer to me. Her breasts were in front of my face. I flicked my tongue over a nipple, tasting the milk that oozed from the tip.

“She ate your pussy like a pro,” Anita smiled, nodding toward Rebecca, “and she doesn’t seem to want to stop.”

“You’re right, my little slut girl totally loves pussy. She can never get enough.”

Just as I was saying that, Tracy started coming. Anita and I watched the slim thirteen-year-old cry out, throwing her head back, while Rebecca sucked and fucked her. I shoved two fingers into Anita’s cunt. She was very wet, hot and slippery inside.

Anita groaned in pleasure, and I felt her hips begin to roll, faster and more urgently — especially as we saw Rebecca finally move down to the youngest child, Kim-Ly. The teenager licked and sucked and panted and gulped and bobbed her head rapidly, her tongue lashing at the tiny girl’s barely pubescent smooth pussy.

Tracy held her little sister close, nuzzling and kissing her and giving her encouragement, while fondling Kim-Ly’s flat chest, plucking at her pointed nipples. Beside them on the couch, Juli and Amy were kissing deeply, hands working between each other’s legs. It was an orgy of underage lesbian sex.

“Ohhh my god, they’re all so HOT like that!” Anita exclaimed, cradling her tit and pushing it into my mouth. “Do it, lover, suck me hard! Fuck me and make me come!”

Rebecca took Kim-Ly’s thin legs in her hands, pushing them up and back, then drove her tongue deep into the girl’s puckered star, while at the same time rapidly strumming two fingers over her clitty.

Kim-Ly wailed and lifted her hips up, then down, then up again, straining to contain all these new feelings. Tracy urged, “That’s right, my little meo con, come for me! Let go!” She covered her sister’s mouth with her own and the girls locked themselves in the pleasure moment as Kim-Ly burst into climax.

“Fuck yeah!!!” Anita cried.

I tasted a renewed flow of warm milk from my totally aroused friend and felt her inside channel grow even more slippery. In a flash my fingers were coated with the hot goo of woman orgasm and she pulled me tightly against her, skin to skin while she came.

Long, quiet moments went by before Rebecca crawled over to sit before me, on her knees, like a cat waiting to be praised. I leaned down and took her face in my hands, pulling it toward me, licking the mixed tastes of all those girls from her cheeks. We kissed, and the tangy fluids she had licked and swallowed were still evident in her mouth.

Coming up for air, I whispered, “You were spectacular, my beautiful pet. And I see you have a strong desire for smooth young bare pussy along with older woman pussy… isn’t that so?”

As she smiled and nodded, I drew her to her feet, enfolding her in a warm hug. We kissed once more, tenderly, and then our foreheads rested on one another’s, fingers tracing arms, shoulders, ribs, breasts, cheeks, wherever we could reach to softly caress, letting each other know that it was all okay, that what we had done was equally desired, and that surely it would happen again.

By then, it was late in the afternoon. Rebecca told us she had to go soon, that she was expected to join her mother and father for dinner that evening with her grandparents. She got dressed, then said goodbye to everyone, sharing hugs and kisses. As she was heading out the door, I reminded her to take off the velvet collar before seeing her family. She nodded and giggled, blowing me a kiss.

After she departed, the ensuing discussion took many turns, from Rebecca’s self masturbation for us to watch, to her obedience and submission, to the amazing oral pleasure the girls had all received, as well as the many earlier things our “girls’ club” experience had brought us in the past day and a half.

With solemn pledges that nothing of this was to be shared with anyone except ourselves, ever, cross our hearts and hope to die, we all joined in cleaning up and packing up before beginning the long trek back into a more restrained world. What we’d done was a secret, but the secret was ours. Winks and knowing grins and sly licking of lips would abound when we were in places where we couldn’t talk openly, and always the thought that there would be new adventures lay firmly in our minds.

Chapter 13 is coming soon!

By Amanda Lynn

On Sunday, Lisa and Charlie slept in, their usual practice. It was getting close to noon by the time Lisa finished her shower and poured her first cup of coffee. Sitting at the breakfast nook, she sipped from her mug while checking her email.

When the clock ticked 12:00, Lisa yelled, “Charlie — get your butt out of bed! We need to be at Marcy’s in a couple hours.”

After a few minutes of silence, she heard sounds of life from down the hall. Charlie soon appeared from around the corner wearing only a short tee shirt. Lisa glanced down at the girl’s beautiful bald pussy. During the past year Charlie had started to grow a bit more hair, but then decided that because Lisa preferred being smooth, she should be too. Lisa hadn’t realized before how erotic shaving another girl’s pubic hair could be.

Charlie’s movements were sluggish as she made her way over to Lisa. With closed eyes, she raised her chin slightly and puckered her lips. Lisa gave her a quick kiss.

“Good morning, birthday girl. I was going to make scrambled eggs and toast for, well, brunch, considering the time — so go have a quick shower and don’t take all day,” Lisa said, swatting the girl’s bare bottom.

“Ouch! Still kinda sore from yesterday,” Charlie mumbled as she rubbed her bum and slogged off toward the bathroom.

“Sorry, sweetie. I’ll put some more lotion on you when you’re done showering.”

Lisa had just placed their brunch in the warming drawer of the oven when she heard the bathroom door open. She walked to the hall where she found Charlie wrapped in a towel, a bottle of lotion in her hand. Lisa followed the girl into her bedroom.

“Lay down on your belly, sweetie,” Lisa instructed as Charlie handed the bottle to her.

Charlie dropped her towel and flopped down on the bed, naked. She crossed her arms and lay her head on them. Lisa looked at Charlie’s bum. It wasn’t as red as it had been the day before, and there were no welts. Lisa sat on the unmade bed and leaned down, placing little kisses all over the girl’s bottom. Charlie breathed a contented sigh.

Lisa squeezed some lotion on her hands and then gently applied it to the smooth pink flesh. Charlie gasped and jerked at the feel of the cool cream touching her. Lisa gently massaged the lotion onto Charlie’s bum. She softly caressed each cheek, then let a finger dip into the crack and over her pucker. Charlie responded with a grunt as she lifted her hips up. She spread her legs slightly while Lisa continued to play her hands over the soft flesh.

Lisa slid her hand down lower between Charlie’s legs, over her opening, and into the folds of her labia. Charlie let out a long slow moan. Her hips pushed up again, her legs opening wider. Lisa took her hand away and wiped the lotion from her fingers with the towel Charlie had dropped. Then she again pushed her fingers through Charlie’s folds and into her core, hearing the girl gasp. After fucking her briefly, in and out a few strokes, Lisa withdrew her hand and brought her fingers to her mouth. She tasted Charlie’s sweet juices.

“My god,” said Lisa, “you’re soaked. Are you ever not horny?”

Charlie just groaned as she humped her own hand that she’d shoved down between her legs. Lisa watched as Charlie pushed a finger inside, fucking herself. Mmm, so desirable. Who could resist a 13-year-old girl in heat?

“Roll over,” Lisa ordered.

Charlie turned over, a hand still on her pussy, working vigorously. Her eyes were closed, lips slightly parted. She was panting. Lisa grabbed her by the hips and pulled her to the edge of the bed. She got down on her knees and spread Charlie’s legs, pausing for a few seconds to watch the girl masturbate. Such an incredibly erotic sight.

Lisa kissed the inside of Charlie’s thighs, slowly moving toward her goal. Gently pushing Charlie’s hands away, she kissed her pussy, then licked and sucked her labia, as Charlie moaned loudly. Lisa ran her tongue up the center of her sweet wet slit, without yet touching her clit. Then she brought her mouth back down and circled the young girl’s opening with her tongue.

“Oh, fuck yes!” Charlie cried, grabbing at the bedsheets.

As she continued to circle Charlie’s delicious pink opening with her tongue, Lisa placed the thumb of one hand on the girl’s clit. She rubbed slowly as Charlie thrust her hips up in response. Suddenly Lisa’s tongue plunged into Charlie’s opening. She fucked Charlie with her tongue as she massaged her clit.

Charlie bucked and squirmed. “Yes! Yes! You’re gonna make me come!” she screamed.

Lisa moved her mouth back up to Charlie’s clit. Using the flat of her tongue she lapped at the swollen nub like a dog in desperate need of water. Charlie cried out and grabbed Lisa’s head, mashing her pussy into her face. Opening her lips wide, Lisa covered Charlie’s sex, hungrily sucking and moaning into her pussy. She used the tip of her tongue to flick Charlie’s sensitive clit and then, as Charlie came, she found a surge of juices filling her mouth.

“Fuucckk!” Charlie screamed long and loud. Her back arched and her whole body stiffened. Even her toes curled as waves of pure rapture flooded her senses.

With her mouth still held tightly in place, Lisa swallowed a couple of times. She could actually feel the pulsing of Charlie’s sex under her lips and tongue. After a few more seconds, the girl finally began to relax and released Lisa’s head from her grip.

Getting to her feet, Lisa smiled as she licked the tasty juices from her lips. Then she leaned down and kissed Charlie softly on the mouth.

“Mmmm,” the girl sighed.

“Happy Birthday, sweetie,” Lisa whispered. “Now go wash up again, then come have brunch.”

“Okay. And thanks — that was a fantastic birthday present,” said Charlie, a huge grin on her face.

After both had finished freshening up, they ate and chatted while looking at the Sunday paper, then got dressed for the party.

By mid-afternoon they were out the door and on their way to Marcy’s house. As they pulled into the driveway, they found the twins out on the doorstep, jumping up and down and waving.

Holly and Ivy are remarkably stunning girls, one a blonde, the other with raven hair. Though a few months younger than Charlie, they were a couple of inches taller than her. Today they were dressed in identical short-shorts and midriff tops, setting off their scrumptious slender bodies.

Lisa smiled as she gazed at them, as visions of the pair having sex with Charlie flashed through her mind. Wouldn’t that be something to see! Before Charlie had come into Lisa’s life, it wasn’t uncommon for her to fantasize about the twins while she masturbated, dreaming about kissing and touching them. She had never acted on those urges when she was near the girls, though. But now, with this new revelation of Marcy’s incestuous activities, things may have changed for the better.

“Mmm, they look good enough to eat,” Lisa mused.

Charlie looked at her. “Oh, they are, believe me,” she smirked.

“You’re so bad.” Lisa shook her head. “But… I may just have to find that out for myself.”

“You wouldn’t!”

“Oh, wouldn’t I?” Lisa winked at Charlie, then opened the car door.

They greeted the twins with hugs and kisses before heading into the house. Marcy was in the kitchen just putting her specialty, homemade lasagna, into the oven when Lisa walked in. Charlie and the twins had disappeared toward the basement family room as soon as Charlie was through the door.

“Hey! You’re here,” Marcy said as the two friends hugged.

“That I am. Can I help with anything?”

“You could crack open a bottle of wine if you like.”

“What an excellent idea,” Lisa said, reaching for the door to the fridge.

She grabbed a bottle and as she removed the cork, Marcy placed two glasses on the counter. Lisa poured the wine, and they toasted each other. “Cheers,” they said in unison as their glasses clinked together.

The two women sat in the kitchen and chatted, killing a bottle of wine while the young girls amused themselves downstairs. As they drank and talked, Lisa studied Marcy’s features more closely… her lovely blue eyes, the gentle rise of her cheek bones, the soft curve of her jaw, the ways her lips would curl at the edges when she smiled. Lisa found herself frequently making subtle contact with her friend… a gentle touch on the forearm, a brush of the fingertips across her hand.

Until yesterday, any relationship other than what they had was not an option. For that matter, until yesterday Lisa wasn’t even sure if Marcy was gay or not. Even after all the years they’d known each other, Marcy had never given any indication of what her love life was like. She’d never mentioned going on dates or seeing anyone. Lisa had guessed that Marcy just wanted keep that part of her life private, and she respected that.

As they were opening their second bottle of wine, the stove buzzed. While Marcy took the lasagna out of the oven, then started preparing a tossed green salad, Lisa went to the top of the basement stairs and called the girls up to eat.

The five of them sat at the dining room table and talked and laughed and ate. Everyone was having a great time. Once the meal was done, Lisa and Marcy cleared the table. Marcy then brought out a big frosted chocolate cake from its hiding place, lit the candles, and carried it over to the table. They all sang ‘Happy Birthday’ to Charlie and then she blew out the candles in one go. Everyone cheered.

The cake was cut, and pieces were passed around. Vanilla ice cream was scooped on top. After everyone had their fill, the table was cleared once again. Marcy and the twins gave Charlie the presents they’d bought for her: the latest music CD of her favorite group from Holly and Ivy, and a photo album from Marcy, the first couple of pages already filled with photos Marcy had taken of Charlie and twins over the past year.

“Thank you guys, so much. These are just awesome!” Charlie said, as she hugged each of them.

“There’s one more thing for you to open, sweetie,” Lisa said, handing Charlie a legal-size manila envelope with a pink bow stuck to it.

Frowning, Charlie opened the envelope and pulled out a thick document. She looked at Lisa with a puzzled expression.

“Read the front page. Out loud,” Lisa directed.

“In the matter of… the adoption of Charlene…” Charlie stopped reading, and just stared at those words.

When at last she did look up at Lisa, tears were streaming down her face. She ran to the woman, throwing her arms around her.

Holding Charlie tight, her own tears flowing freely, Lisa managed to say, “If you will let me, Charlie, it would make me so happy to call you my daughter, and to let the whole world know it.” She glanced at Marcy and the twins. There wasn’t a dry eye in the house.

“Yes, yes, a million times yes! I love you so much,” Charlie paused for just a moment, then added, “Mommy.”

Lisa’s heart melted. The two kissed on the lips, then hugged tightly again, and this time Marcy and her daughters joined in, everyone hugging, kissing, laughing, shedding tears of joy. The sounds of sniffles and giggles filled the air.

When all the hugs and congratulations were done, their eyes finally dried, Charlie and the twins headed down to the rec room once more as Marcy and Lisa tended to the mess in the kitchen.

“I’m just so happy for you and Charlie,” Marcy said, as the last of the dirty dishes disappeared into the dishwasher.

“Thanks,” smiled Lisa, pouring yet another glass of wine for both of them. She took a sip and gazed at Marcy, who was wiping the kitchen counter with a rag. Her eyes drifted down the length of the woman’s body to her shapely ass.

Lisa wasn’t sure if it was the wine talking or not, but she felt that all too familiar sensation between her legs. She squeezed her thighs tightly together, shivering with arousal. After taking another, longer sip, she licked her lips, then got up from her chair and walked to Marcy, standing close behind her.

As Lisa set her wine glass down on the counter, her breasts touched Marcy’s back. Leaning still closer, she brushed the hair away from the nape of the woman’s neck and inhaled her scent.

Marcy stiffened. “Lisa, what…?”

With her lips ever so gently brushing against Marcy’s skin, Lisa said, “I’ve always been attracted to you, as long as I’ve known you. I wasn’t sure you were into women… and girls, though, not until yesterday.” She kissed her friend’s neck, her lips lingering, tongue teasing, her hands seductively stroking the other woman’s flanks.

Marcy continued to face the sink. Unmoving, but with her breath coming faster.

“You’re my best friend,” Lisa said, as she continued nuzzling Marcy’s neck, planting soft little kisses, licking and nibbling. “But now I want more than that.” She pressed her crotch against Marcy’s bum, pushing hard. “I think maybe you do too.”

Lisa knew she was running the risk of ruining their friendship. If it all went wrong, maybe she could blame the wine.

“Well, but, I…”

Ignoring Marcy’s feeble objections, Lisa went on, “There’s one more thing, something I didn’t tell you on the phone yesterday, but maybe should have. You see, the truth is, I’ve been making love to Charlie for months now, the same as you have been with Holly and Ivy.”

Marcy turned around to face her friend. Her face was flushed, her eyes wide. She said nothing, but nodded slightly.

“Did you… know about that?” Lisa asked.

After a pause, Marcy shook her head. “No, I didn’t know, but… I’ll be honest, I suspected it. There was just sort of something between you, kind of a, a sexual chemistry, I guess.”

“Mm-hm,” Lisa cocked her head, giving a saucy grin, “something like the ‘sexual chemistry’ between you and your daughters?”

Marcy blushed deeply, while letting out a nervous giggle. The women looked into each other’s eyes. It was quiet for several seconds, tension building between them.

Finally, Marcy took a deep breath and said, “Umm. Wow. Gotta say, my stomach is doing flip-flops here. Yesterday I thought you might have me thrown in jail, and now — you’re seducing me.”

Lisa smiled as she stroked Marcy’s cheek with the back of her hand. “I can stop if I’m making you uncomfortable, if you don’t want this. We haven’t crossed any lines yet. We can just forget it ever happened.”

Tilting her head, Marcy squeezed Lisa’s hand between her face and shoulder. “No, I didn’t say that. I don’t want you to stop. You just took me by surprise, that’s all.”

Lisa’s smile widened.

Marcy felt the heat rising in her face as she brought her own hand up and caressed Lisa’s cheek. “I’ve always… been very attracted to you too. But you’re my boss, so you were off limits, or at least I thought so, until now.” After swallowing, she added in a hoarse whisper, “And, um, now that all our secrets are out…”

“Uh-huh,” Lisa nodded, her eyes hooded with lust. “Now that we both know what we really like…”

They held each other’s gaze for a moment, hands on one another’s cheeks, chests rising and falling.

Very very slowly, Lisa leaned in, until their lips barely touched. They closed their eyes. Breathing each other’s air, and the effects of the wine, and the admission of their mutual sexual activities with the little girls made for a euphoric sensation. Their skin prickled and their pulses quickened.

Lisa sucked Marcy’s bottom lip into her mouth as she ran her fingertips along her bare forearms. Marcy shivered with a nervous expectation. Their mouths opened, and their tongues began to explore.

Marcy was pinned against the counter, with Lisa’s thigh was pressing into her crotch. Lisa gently moved her leg as she kissed Marcy’s neck and nibbled on her ear. Marcy moaned longingly, her hands now roaming over Lisa’s back, tugging at the tail of her shirt, freeing it from her blue jeans. Then she reached down and grabbed Lisa’s ass, pulling upward. The increase of friction against her pussy caused her to gasp.

The women both were panting now, lips wet with saliva. They looked into one another’s eyes for a moment, then kissed again as hands fumbled with buttons in an eager rush to rid each other of their shirts. No sooner had the shirts hit the floor than Lisa had Marcy’s slacks open, and a hand down inside her panties. Marcy was soaked. Lisa pushed her fingers through her folds. Marcy groaned and thrust her hips forward.

Lisa pulled her hand out and sucked the juices from her fingers. “Mmm, so nice,” she murmured.

Marcy giggled. Feeling drunk on both wine and passion, she eagerly pushed Lisa’s bra up, exposing her tits, and began to fondle them, pinching and pulling the nipples. Lisa shoved her hand back into Marcy’s panties, groping.

“Fuck yes,” Marcy urged, as she felt Lisa’s fingers on her clit. Her hips bucked against Lisa’s hand.

Lisa kissed her again, shoving her tongue into her mouth. Their tongues danced together as Lisa fingered her friend.

Marcy could feel an orgasm gradually building deep inside her. She moaned, trying to spread her legs wider apart, although that was difficult to do standing up.

“Let’s go to the bedroom, okay?” Marcy panted, breaking the kiss.

Smiling, Lisa pulled her hand out again and licked her fingers. “Lead the way.”

As they headed down the hall, Lisa finished removing her bra, dropping it carelessly to the floor. Then suddenly she stopped, grabbing Marcy’s arm, bringing her to a halt.

They were near the top of the stairs that led down to the family room. Both women could hear the distinctive sounds filtering up from below of young girls enjoying lustful lesbian sex. They looked at one another. Lisa pulled Marcy toward the steps.

“Wait,” said Marcy, “we can’t.”

“Why not? I fuck Charlie, you fuck the twins, the girls all fuck each other, and you and I are gonna fuck. So what’s the problem?” Lisa asked.

“I, umm, well…”

Marcy couldn’t believe this was happening. The notion of having sex with young Charlie was not alien to her. She had masturbated many times, in fact, to enticing thoughts of that. And just last night, after Lisa had told her she was okay with Charlie and the twins having sex with each other, Marcy had given herself a fantastic orgasm while visualizing what she had witnessed when she walked in on the three girls naked together, kissing and touching. But could they really take the next step? Should they?

“What? Don’t you want to fuck Charlie?” said Lisa, a gleam in her eye. “You do, don’t you? I know I want to fuck your girls. I have for years.”

Marcy gazed down the staircase, listening, trying to make up her mind.

“Come on, let’s get rid of these clothes and join them,” Lisa said, as she undid her jeans and pushed them down along with her panties.

Nodding, Marcy thought to herself, well, why not?

“You’re right,” she said with a naughty grin, “that would be so damn hot.” She quickly pushed down her own slacks and panties, stepping out of them, then removed her bra. Now both nude, the women took one another’s hands and started down.

When they reached the bottom of the stairs, they were standing behind a sofa. The rec room was spacious and easily accommodated the sofa plus a love seat and two armchairs, loosely arranged in the shape of a horseshoe, with a game table at the far end.

The kids were lying on top of a large comforter in the center of the floor. They were all three naked, of course, enjoying each other’s pussies in a daisy chain — Charlie was licking Holly, who was licking Ivy, who was licking Charlie — and were totally oblivious to the arrival of the adults.

Leaning toward them, with her hands on the back of the sofa, Lisa called, “Hey, you guys! Can we play too?”

The girls jumped at the sound of Lisa’s voice, and looked up in bewilderment. Marcy stood beside Lisa, arm in arm, head resting on her shoulder, smiling happily.

After a second, Charlie said to the twins, “I told you something was up. Didn’t I?”

As the women stepped around the furniture, with Lisa taking a seat on the sofa and Marcy on the loveseat, the kids got up and went to their moms. Charlie sat down on Lisa’s lap, giving her a hug and kissing her cheek.

“Charlie, honey,” said Lisa, “would you be okay if Marcy and me joined in?”

“Well, yeah,” the girl replied, nodding eagerly, “I think that would be awesome.”

“We do too,” Holly and Ivy chimed in unison.

Lisa slid her hand from Charlie’s shoulder onto her chest, caressing her pert little tits, playing with the nipples. “In case you haven’t figured it out yet,” she said to the twins, “Charlie and I make love with each other, just like you two do with your mom.”

The twins looked at their mother, then back to Lisa and Charlie. They smiled and nodded their acknowledgment.

“Well, then, if there aren’t any questions, let the games begin,” Lisa said in her best announcer voice. “Except first I think we ought to switch partners.”

After giving Charlie a long passionate kiss, she sent her over to Marcy. Holly and Ivy moved to the sofa, sitting on each side of Lisa, grinning at her.

Lisa put hers arm around the beautiful twelve-year-old twins, admiring their pubescent bodies close up. For the first time, she saw the unique birthmarks Marcy had told her about. Holly had a star shape just above her left nipple and Ivy a crescent moon near her right nipple.

Licking her lips, Lisa told the girls, “You know, I’ve been wanting to do this, make love with you two, for a very long time.”

“Us too,” Ivy said with a giggle.

Lisa started by kissing Ivy, first just with tender little kisses on the lips, and then a bit more passionate. Lisa slid her tongue into the girl’s sweet mouth and explored it.

Holly was not going to wait for an invitation. Not long after Lisa began kissing her twin sister, the blonde bent down and took one of Lisa’s nipples into her mouth, tonguing and sucking on it. Reaching across to the other breast, she squeezed and twisted the erect nipple.

As she continued to hungrily kiss Ivy, Lisa found the young brunette’s budding breast with her right hand and began to caress it, fondling her puffy nipple, feeling it stiffen. Ivy moaned into Lisa’s mouth.

All three of them were breathing harder, starting to sweat. Ivy raked her nails across Lisa’s back as she sucked and bit her lower lip.

Lisa flinched. “Damn, Ivy,” she whimpered, “what are you doing to me?”

Holly moved to the floor. The lovely blonde girl was now on her knees pushing Lisa’s legs wide apart. She put her mouth over Lisa’s pussy and made a low guttural noise, almost demonic, as she lapped up her new lover’s juices. Holly continued to lick the full length of Lisa’s slit, avoiding the clit. She wanted to tease Lisa, drive her mad with lust.

As Lisa whined and pushed her hips at Holly, Ivy repositioned herself. She stood on the sofa, straddling Lisa, placing her still nearly bald mound, with just a scant trace of dark pubic hair, right in front of her face. Lisa could smell the young girl’s arousal, could see the juices glistening on her puffy lips.

Just before Ivy’s hot little body blocked her view, Lisa had been able to steal a glance over at Charlie, who was enjoying her own piece of paradise. She was propped up against the arm of the loveseat, legs spread open, pinching her own nipples. Marcy had her face buried in Charlie’s pussy, eagerly devouring it for all she was worth.

Lisa turned her attention back to the alluring sight in front of her. Putting her hands on the girl’s bottom, pulling her close, she kissed the smooth pink flesh as she flicked her tongue to get a taste of Ivy’s sweet juices.

Ivy groaned loudly. “Eat me!” she begged. Taking Lisa’s head in her hands, she began to hump her mouth. Lisa squeezed Ivy’s ass cheeks as she licked and sucked her lips and clit. She fucked the girl with her tongue while at the same time Holly took Lisa’s swollen clit into her mouth, sucking on it, bringing Lisa nearly over the top.

The room was again filled with the sounds of sex and the intoxicating aroma of feminine lust. Lisa heard a familiar cry from a few feet away as Charlie started coming. That sound must have triggered something in Ivy, as she was now hunched over, her body jerking in spasms as a new wave of juices flooded Lisa’s mouth.

Lisa’s own climax was very close. She was so on edge she almost couldn’t stand it. With Ivy sliding off her, collapsing in a heap on the sofa, Lisa suddenly seized Holly and pushed her down onto the comforter in the center of the floor. Turning around, she straddled the blonde girl’s head, positioning her dripping cunt over Holly’s mouth as she bent down to lick Holly’s equally juicy little pussy.

Lisa sucked Holly’s clit into her mouth as she pushed a finger into her core. Holly bucked and began to finger-fuck Lisa as she rubbed the woman’s clit. Both of them were panting hard as they felt their orgasms quickly building, swelling to a peak — then bursting out, sweeping through their bodies. Woman and girl cried out in mutual ecstasy.

When she’d regained her senses, Lisa rolled off Holly and turned around again, lying beside her, taking the child in her arms and kissing her. Ivy was soon on the floor with them. The three tangled together, hands caressing, tongues dancing from mouth to mouth.

Near them, on the loveseat, Marcy sat with legs spread wide apart, holding Charlie’s head in her hands, pulling the girl’s face into her sex. Charlie, kneeling on the floor, hungrily ate Marcy’s pussy, sucking and licking, her tongue and lips going everywhere, cheeks coated with the woman’s juices. She had a hand between her own legs, rapidly rubbing her clit as she licked Marcy.

Her head tilted back, a grimace on her face, Marcy’s eyes were squeezed tightly shut. She held her breath, grunted once, twice, then screamed, “Fuck yes Charlie!” her body convulsing as she came hard in the girl’s mouth. Charlie began to twitch too as she brought herself to another thrilling orgasm.

After everyone had taken a few minutes to catch their breath, Lisa crawled to the loveseat, climbing up to sit beside Marcy. They smiled at another and shared a soft kiss. Then Lisa reached down and took hold of Charlie’s hand, pulling her into an embrace. They kissed. Lisa could taste Marcy’s juices on her adopted daughter’s lips.

“I love you so much, Charlie,” Lisa whispered, brushing some hair from her face.

“I love you too, Mom,” the girl replied with a giggle. “Saying ‘Mom’ is gonna take some getting used to. But I like saying it.”

“And I like hearing it,” Lisa smiled. “Now, why don’t you go play with Holly and Ivy some more, okay? Marcy and I have some… unfinished business of our own to attend to.” She winked at Marcy.

“Okay, sure,” said Charlie, giving Lisa another quick kiss on the lips before joining the twins on the floor.

“Whew…” Marcy took a deep breath and let it out, fanning her face. “That girl of yours has a very talented tongue.”

“That she does,” Lisa nodded. “That she does. So, how about you and I grab the wine and go to your bedroom? I think these three little nymphs can keep themselves amused.”

“You read my mind,” Marcy cooed, arching an eyebrow.

The women got to their feet, heading for the stairs. “Good night, girls,” they said.

Holly, Ivy, and Charlie were lying side by side on their backs on the comforter, competitively masturbating. “G’night,” they said in unison.

“Have fun!” called Charlie, and with a devilish grin added, “And Marcy, try not to wear my mother out, okay? I might need her later.”

“Okay,” Marcy laughed.

Charlie lay her head back down, a contented smile on her lips. She felt completely happy, the happiest she had been since her biological mother had died, maybe even before that. She rubbed her pussy, feeling that wonderful surge begin inside — but then remembered not to rub too fast. Some games were better not to win.

Lisa was extremely happy too. Ever since Charlie had come quite unexpectedly into her life, that nagging feeling that something was missing from it had begun to fade. And now it was gone. Charlie was her daughter, and that was the missing piece. Lisa felt whole.

Sighing contently, she took another sip of wine, then set the glass down and fell onto the bed. Marcy lay on top of her, their mouths fused in a passionate kiss.

 

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At 32 years old, Charlie was quite successful. That hadn’t been expected of her, but it wasn’t a surprise either. Her mother, Lisa, had taught her that a good education and hard work could bring you wealth. But living right, caring about others, and loving well would bring you happiness. Charlie had both.

She looked out of the floor to ceiling windows of her 20th story office at the city far below. It still made her smile, how tiny everything on the ground seemed. With a chuckle, she recalled how much in awe her 11-year-old self had been the first time she’d gazed out these windows, leaving the glass smudged from her fingers and nose.

A knock at the door interrupted her daydream. Charlie turned to see her assistant standing in the doorway.

“They’re ready for you, Charlie,” the young woman said.

“Thanks, Gail. I’ll be right there.”

After a quick freshening up, Charlie headed down the hall to the conference room. Normally when she entered the large room, the atmosphere would be calm and hushed, completely businesslike. Today, however, was an exception. Everyone was standing around chatting and laughing. Excitement filled the air.

It was the same group of people that normally haunted the hallways and offices, but today was special. They were here for a happy occasion. Charlie spotted Holly and Ivy standing off to the side of the room. She made her way over to them, greeting others as she passed by.

“Hi guys, glad you could make it,” Charlie said to her life partners, kissing them both on the lips.

The three had just finished building a new home together, and were about ready to move in. The twins, busy wrapping up some last-minute details, hadn’t been sure they would get to the office in time.

“We broke the speed limit,” Holly chuckled. “We didn’t want to miss this.”

“Definitely not,” agreed Ivy.

“Here they come!” Gail announced.

Everyone turned toward the door and watched as Lisa and Marcy came in. Lisa stopped at the head of the conference table with Marcy close by her side.

“Happy Birthday!” the whole group shouted and cheered.

Someone wheeled in a cart with a big cake on it, while another person pushed a second cart loaded with gifts. Charlie and the twins made their way over to their mothers.

“Happy Birthday, Mom,” said Charlie, giving Lisa a hug and a kiss.

“Happy Birthday, Mom,” both Holly and Ivy said as they hugged and kissed Lisa.

“Happy Birthday, my darling wife,” Marcy smiled, kissing her cheek, her arm locked in Lisa’s.

THE END

By Openmindedwoman

By Purple Les

I took Mom’s hand and led her to her bedroom. When we went inside, I guess we both felt kind of shy.

“I like to make it sort of romantic, Katy.” Then I watched as Mom pulled the drapes closed. She took about a half dozen candles out of a drawer and spaced them around the room and lighted them. She has a dresser with a big old round mirror on it and a vanity with another big round mirror on it. I’m really not sure why she has the vanity, she doesn’t wear makeup hardly. It’s mostly covered with books and clothes. I sat on her bed while she was doing that. Her bed’s so big and soft compared to my bed. I could see myself sitting there in the mirrors.

Mom also lighted a stick of incense. The room looked very pretty. All nice and warm in the candle light. It smelled nice too.

I got off the bed and stood up on the little bench by Mom’s vanity. That made me the same height as Mom.

“Come here and kiss me, Mom.”

Mom walked slowly over to me. I put my hands on her shoulders and slowly moved my face towards hers. She closed her eyes. I pressed my lips to hers gently, just touched them together. Her mouth felt so hot I pulled away fast. Then I tried it again. I left my lips on hers a little longer each time. I moved my arms around her back and held her tight.

I opened my mouth a little to match the size of her mouth and touched my tongue to her lips. She opened her mouth some, and I put my tongue in her mouth a little. She made a little moan sound. She sucked my tongue in her mouth farther. I felt one of her hands move down my back and onto my butt. I moved one hand down to her butt and squeezed her butt cheek. Then I put my other hand under her sweater and shirt and felt her bare back. We did that for I don’t know how long. I couldn’t figure time or anything. I just loved the moment we were in. It took a little time to adjust for the different sizes of our mouths and tongues, but once we did it was super hot. My knees were getting all weak and I had to break the kiss and sort of sit on her little bench looking up at her.

“You okay, Katy? Want to stop?”

“No, I’m okay, but my knees are all rubbery.”

Mom was just looking at me. She looked shy, but I could see her nipples were all hard under her sweater, and she was kind of breathing hard. Her big brown eyes were shining in the candle light.

I swallowed hard, reached out and held her hand with both of mine. Her hand seemed so big all of a sudden. It was soft yet firm. I kissed her hand. My voice sounded funny to me when I looked up at her and said,”I want you to take off all your clothes, Mom.”

Her eyes went wide. “Um, oh you want me to uh… take off… uh… everything?”

“I want to see you bare naked!”

Mom looked really shy. She looked like I felt when I had to go to the doctors and the nurse would tell me to take off all my clothes.

“I think you’re beautiful, Mom. I only got a little look at you when you were under the Christmas tree with Sammie. I know Lucy saw you naked, and I know Mary saw you naked. I know for sure you’ve been naked with Sammie, Penny, Aunt Billie, and Aunt Sue. I want to see you naked so bad, Mom. Please. Please, you’ve let all of them see you bare. Please do it for me. Please.”

Mom smiled at me. She bent over and kissed the top of my head. Then she took a couple steps backward. She pulled her heavy black sweater off. Then she undid the button and zipper on her worn out blue jeans. If I had gone blind right then it would have been okay. I would have been happy if the last thing I ever saw was Mom in the candle light, her gray t-shirt with her tits poking against the fabric and her jeans opened up with her black panties showing.

She pulled down her jeans. It’s always a little awkward taking your pants off standing up, and we both laughed a little as she hopped around trying to keep her balance. I liked seeing her boobs bounce around under her t-shirt.

Neither one of us was laughing as she took hold of the bottom of her t-shirt, though. She pulled her shirt off over her head and there she was in just her panties. I was fascinated by her boobies. They looked so big and heavy, yet they didn’t sag very much. Her nipples stuck straight out at me. Then she put her thumbs in the waist band of her shiny black panties.

She watched my face as she pulled them slowly down. They went to the floor by themselves after she had them past her knees. Mom stepped out of them and stood there.

I thought she was perfect. Her dark hair was over the front of her shoulder on one side and hanging down her chest just down to her tit, the other side of her hair was behind her ear and down her back. The candle light made her nipples cast shadows on her breasts. There was a dark triangle of hair over her pussy. Her pussy lips were big and shiny. Her legs were long and shapely. Her feet looked small to me, but they weren’t. I guess they just looked that way because of her big breasts. The more I looked at her the more I wanted to look.

“You’re so beautiful, Mom.” My voice sounded croaky like a frog. I felt weird inside, like the first time I got naked with Sammie. “Um, so you think girls are sexy? I mean even though I don’t have boobs or hair down there, you still think I’d be sexy to you?”

“Oh, Katy.” Mom sighed, “When Mary undressed her little sister in front of us I almost came right there in my pants. When I saw Mary nude the next day, it was all I could do not to make love to her right then and there. When I get to be with Sammie or Penny, they hardly have to do anything but be nude for me to come. When you were seven and told me you could take your own baths and showers by yourself, that you were a big girl, I was so sad that I wouldn’t see you nude anymore. The thought of you and Mary or you and Sammie naked together… it’s so erotic to me. Even with your clothes on you turn me on more than any little girl I’ve ever seen or been with. I can’t think of anything more beautiful to me than a young girl, especially my own daughter.”

“So you’d really like to see me naked?” Mom’s eyes closed and opened very slowly, she swallowed hard, and she nodded her head. “Okay, Mom. I want you to get on the bed. I want to watch you masturbate while I take off all my clothes for you.” Just saying that out loud to Mom made me even more horny than I already was from seeing her naked.

I felt really odd trying to be the one sort of in charge. I had no idea what I was doing or if Mom would like any of it.

I watched Mom pull down the bedspread and blanket. I liked seeing her bare ass when she had her back to me. She went to her closet and got something out that she put on the bed. Mom said in a shy sort of voice, “I can get pretty messy when I masturbate.” Then she got on the bed.

She put a pillow against the headboard and lay against it. Her legs were straight and spread out. I could see her pussy real good. Then she started to move her finger up and down her pussy.

I took off my socks and sweater and then I stood up on the bench. As soon as I stood up, Mom put two fingers in her pussy and her other hand was rubbing her clit.

I unbuttoned my overalls and they fell to my ankles. I got them out of the way. Mom grabbed her panties off the bed and was using them to rub her pussy. “I uh, I get so wet, Katy. This helps.”

I just had on my blue cotton panties and my long sleeve t-shirt. The t-shirt came to the middle of my thighs, and I wondered to myself what I should take off first. I reached up under my shirt and pulled my panties down. I tossed them at Mom. She picked them up and smelled them. Then she started to use them to rub herself with instead of her own panties.

I pulled my arms out of the sleeves of my shirt. I was still covered up but I think Mom could see my arms moving under my shirt to my pussy. I just had to touch myself a little cause it was so hot watching Mom masturbate.

Then I took a deep breath like I was about to dive into a swimming pool, and took off my shirt. Before I even had my shirt over my head I heard Mom kind of gasp. When I had the shirt off I saw Mom doubled over on the bed and she was saying ‘shit, oh, fuck yeah, oh, oh,oh fuck.’

Mom was staring at my pussy when she said, “Sorry, I just couldn’t stop from coming.” Then she gave a silly kind of laugh and asked me what was next.

I stepped off the bench then jumped on the bed onto me knees, and laid on my tummy. “I want you to rub your boobies and nipples all over me, Mom. First all over my back then all over my front.”

Mom laughed and said, “Okay, sure.”

I felt her boobies on my back, they felt heavy and soft and her nipples felt hard as they moved down my back. I loved how they felt on my butt. Then she moved them down the back of my thighs and it felt so good. Then Mom turned me over. I watched as she moved her boobs up my legs. She held her one breast as she moved her big hard nipple up and down my slit. That was super cool, seeing her rub my pussy with her tit.

Mom moved up more, touching her big tits against my little ones. She moved her tits over my face and we laughed. Then Mom put a tit right over my mouth and told me to suck it. I was real gentle with it cause I remembered Sammie and Mary liked it that way. But Mom said, “Suck it harder, Katy, real hard. Yeah good, bite it now! Use your teeth on it.”

Then Mom put her other tit in my mouth and I pulled on the wet one while I bit and sucked the other one. I thought it was sort of weird, but Mom seemed to really be enjoying it.

“Katy, I want to kiss every inch of you.” She started on my face and ears and neck. Mom’s lips and tongue felt so hot, like a wet fire moving on my skin. She kissed up and down my right arm, then across my chest, then down my left arm, sucking my fingers into her mouth and then back up my arm again. Then she went to my nipples. She was very gentle with them. Then down my belly. She didn’t spend any time on my pussy which disappointed me. She kissed up and down my legs going back and forth between each leg. She sucked my toes which was weird and I was surprised it didn’t make me laugh like when my feet got tickled.

Mom rolled me over onto my tummy and sucked my toes some more before kissing up and down the backs of my legs. She kissed my butt cheeks, but only briefly. Then she kissed up my back and my neck and ears again.

I loved all her hot kisses all over me. Then she kissed down my back again. She put her hands on my ass cheeks. I felt her tongue move up and down my butt crack. Then while her tongue was moving down my butt crack, she stopped at my butt hole. She kissed my butt hole and then she started licking it. I could feel her tongue moving all around it and in and out of it too.

It felt so good I started to rub my pussy against the bed, but then Mom lifted my hips up so I couldn’t do that. My butt was in the air now and my face was on the bed and I couldn’t touch myself down there. Mom was licking my asshole like crazy. I didn’t think it was possible, but I thought I was about to have a cum even though nothing was touching my pussy.

Then she stopped. “Aw, Mom, don’t stop now! Please don’t stop!”

“Shhhh, it’s okay, I saved the best for last.”

Mom turned me over on my back. She was on her hands and knees facing toward my middle. She looked me in the eyes and then she looked at my pussy. Her head moved down slowly to my bald mound. I was watching her like it was a dream or a movie or something. Then her tongue and mouth were on my pussy.

Then she had the back of my knees on her shoulders, the heels of my feet on the middle of her back. Her hands were on my ass kind of holding me half in the air. I didn’t know for sure what she was doing with her tongue and mouth on me down there, but she sure knew. All I knew was that I was pushing my pussy against her mouth, and I had my hands on the back of her head pushing it down against me.

I heard somebody yell ‘oh golly.’ I guess it was me cause Mom’s mouth was full of my pussy, and it sounded like something stupid I would say.

One time Mr. Tran told me about his religion, and something called nirvana. I think that’s where I was all of sudden, nirvana. Because the next thing I knew I was so blissful.

The room slowly came back into focus. I heard someone talk. I looked over and there was Mom laying by me. She was twirling a lock of my hair around her finger. She had a smile on her face, and her eyes were half shut.

I couldn’t speak. I just looked at her. Mom said, “Hmm, did you like that, my little baby girl angel?” I just nodded my head a little. I guess a few minutes, or maybe hours or days or years went by before I could talk.

“I love you, Mommy,” were the first words I got out. I felt something hot and wet come out of my eye, and roll down my cheek. When it reached my mouth is tasted salty. Mom kissed my cheek. Her other finger, the one not twirling my hair, was making little circles around my tits.

We just laid there a long time. I felt like we were the same person. All our thoughts and feelings the same. Then I felt very alive again. I got up on my knees and grabbed Mom’s boobies.

“Hey, Mom! Spread your legs and close your eyes, I’ll give you a nice surprise. No wait, keep your eyes open instead. Mom, I’m gonna lick your pussy. I’m gonna turn so you can look at my pussy and my butt hole too. If you want to touch me you can, but I want you to relax while I lick you, okay?”

“Sure, sugar. Anything you want.” Moms voice was soft and dreamy sounding.

Mom wasn’t kidding about her being sort of messy down there. She had all this cream all over her pussy lips. More than Sammie had on hers the time I licked her. I gave up trying to lick it all off of Mom. It just kept coming back faster.

Then she was feeling my ass and pussy up so much I was having trouble concentrating on what I wanted to do to her. So I moved so I was laying between her legs. She giggled, “You look silly with a big mustache, Katy.” I didn’t get it. I started doing the ABC’s on her clit. It was easy cause her clit was huge compared to Sammie or Mary. Compared to Lucy’s clit Mom’s seemed gigantic. I didn’t start the whole alphabet, I just kept doing M O M over and over.

I remembered what I’d seen Sammie doing to her so I put three fingers in her pussy while I licked her clit. As I moved my fingers in and out of her pussy, my pinkie finger kept poking into her butt hole, she didn’t seem to care so I didn’t either.

I was really having fun playing with Mom’s pussy. Then I heard her. She was having a cum. I was so happy I was making her cum, so I kept doing what I was doing. She was saying all kinds of dirty things so I kept going.

Then she moaned, and with every moan she kind of squirted some stuff out her pussy. It was moan squirt moan squirt, over and over. I could feel it hitting me all over my face and chest and shoulders.

Then she was trying to push my head away. I heard her say,”Rumpelstiltskin, Rumpelstiltskin! Shit! Stop Katy! Rumpelstiltskin! Rumple FUCKING STILTSKIN!”

It slowly came to me…. it’s our safe word. I stopped right away. “Sorry, Mom, I forgot the safe word for a minute.”

She looked at me and laughed and cried at the same time. “Oh shit, Katy. What a mess I made of you.”

“I don’t care.”

She pulled me up and had me lay on her, and she kissed and licked my face. Her one hand was on my ass.

“Hey Mom, would you put your finger in my butt hole a little so I can see what it feels like?”

“The best way is to have it right in there all the way fast.”

She opened her night stand drawer and pulled out a tube of something and put stuff all over her middle finger. Then she spread my ass cheeks with one hand and shoved her gunky finger right up my ass. I could see my face in one of the mirrors, and my eyes and mouth were like big O’s. It was like when she put her finger up there she turned off my brain or something. I just felt like duh, but I liked it.

“Katy, put your finger in your pussy while I move my finger around in your ass.” I did what she said and it felt so great. I felt her other hand come over and rub my little clit.

I had another come, a real nice one. Mom said,”Relax now, angel. I can’t get my finger out, you’re holding it too tight. Relax.” I felt her finger come out of my ass real slow. It felt neat.

We lay there next to each other giggling. I felt like when I had been with Mary, just doing dirty stuff that was our secret and loving it. Mom was just a grownup kid to me all of a sudden. Mom was doing stuff with me that was dirtier than anything me or Mary had thought of yet, but I really liked it.

Suddenly I had to pee, it just hit me all of a sudden. “I gotta go pee!” and I ran for the bathroom holding one hand over my pussy. Mom was right behind me. As I went to sit on the toilet she grabbed my upper arms and guided me to the bathtub.

“NO MOM! I really gotta pee, I’m gonna burst!” But she made me get in the tub, and then she laid down like she was going to take a bath. I was standing over her with my legs spread. I didn’t understand what was going on.

“It’s okay, Katy, go on and pee.” Mom was rubbing her pussy, finger fucking herself. “It’s okay, angel, I want to see you pee. Just go ahead and pee on me, I really want you to.”

I’d never even peed in front of anyone ever, and I for sure never peed standing up. Now as bad as I had to go nothing, would come out. I put my hands over my face, and tried to pretend I was alone in the woods and there was nothing to sit on and I had to pee. I felt a little bit dribble out and run down my leg. Then I took my hands off my face cause I heard Mom start to come again. Then my bladder let go. It looked like a fountain gushing out from my pussy. It was going all over Mom, and she just laughed and her pussy was squirting again. She was going ‘oh yeah,’ and then squirt, over and over. Finally after peeing like forever it seemed, my pee stopped coming out. Next, Mom moved her legs so that my legs were between hers. Then Mom peed too just laying there, it hit my ankles and feet, and felt so weird. Yeah, even weirder than my own pee hitting me. Seeing her pee like that was so weird, but it was sort of cool in a strange way and I started laughing.

“Mom! You are totally gross!” I couldn’t stop laughing.

Now she was laughing too. “Well, I notice you didn’t use the safe word Katy.” We couldn’t stop laughing. After we finally stopped, Mom got up. She rinsed our pee out of the tub and then we showered together.

We watched each other clean our fronts off. Mom washed my back, and I got her finger up my butt hole again. Then I washed her back and I stuck my finger up her ass. It was so tight, and her butt holding my finger felt really cool.

We rinsed off and dried off, and we went back to Mom’s room. She took that thing off that had caught all her pussy cum and put it in her clothes hamper. Then we got under the covers together and just lay there on our backs holding each other’s hand. We turned our heads toward each other’s face and laughed for a second and then kissed.

It was nice just being like that together. We talked some, but I don’t even remember about what, it was just nice to listen to her voice. We didn’t even notice the phone on the first ring, but on the second ring she said she’d get it. Mom leaned over me to reach the cordless phone on her nightstand, her boob hitting me in the face on her way to it. We giggled for a second as she lay back down and answered on the fourth ring.

“Hello? Oh hi, Billie. No, just laying around. What are you doing?” Mom held the phone so I could hear Aunt Billie talk. Mom also put her index finger over her lips to tell me to be quiet and just listen. I nodded my head yes.

“Well, I’m parked in front of the liquor store on the interstate, wondering if I should get red or white wine. What do you think, Carol?”

“Sure that will be fine.”

Aunt Billie laughed, “Okay. I’ll get one of each. I should still come over, right?”

“Oh yes, you’d better. You left me in quite a state the other night when you called.”

“Yeah, that’s right. Katy interrupt-us, I had to get my vibe out after I talked to you. Well tonight, Carol, I am going to make you scream with pleasure. How soon can you get Katy to bed?”

Mom smiled at me,”Oh soon enough I guess, Billie. You know how she loves her Aunt Billie though. She’ll want to visit with you for awhile like always.” Mom winked at me.

“Can you drug her or something, Carol?” Then I could hear Aunt Billie laughing, “When are you going to get her to join us, like Penny and Sammie?”

“Well, I guess no time soon, Billie. Don’t worry, I’ll put it on my dirty bucket list.”

“Hah! It’s more like your fuck it list. You sound sort of funny, honey. Is everything okay?”

“Yes fine, I’m just a little mellow feeling tonight, I guess. I guess all I need is my sexy, younger sister-in-law’s hot loving.”

“And you’re sure going to get it, and then some. I have a nice new DVD with me that my friend Ronnie made me.” Mom gave a little moan, and I could see her hand moving down there under the sheet. “You touching yourself now, Carol?”

“Yeah I am, little sis.”

“Listen, big sis, I want to hear all about you licking that hot five-year-old girl. I want to hear how Katy’s friend Mary looks naked too!”

“Oh, I’ll tell you every little detail, Billie. But first you’d better stop rubbing off in a parking lot and get in there for the wine.”

I could hear Aunt Billie laugh. Then they said goodbye and hung up.

Mom took her hand out from under the bed covers. She held two fingers up to my face. I licked them from the bottom to top and then put them in my mouth and sucked them. They tasted like Mom’s pussy. I liked that taste.

“Katy, how would you like to join me with your Aunt Billie? Have sex with me and her?”

I nodded my head yes so hard I hurt my brain. Mom clapped her hands like a little kid and smiled at me, kissing my cheek.

“We can do this two ways. We can tell Aunt Billie all about what happened with us when she gets here..” Mom put her face near mine, “…or…we could have a little fun with her. What do you think?”

“If you mean make her think everything is like it always is and then we surprise her by getting sexy with her, yeah, that would be fun.”

“That’s just what I mean, angel. I figure we have at least an hour before she gets here.” Mom pushed the covers back and I sat on the edge of the bed and watched her as she went around her bedroom.

She put on the lamp and started to blow out candles. “Oh please, Mom, can I blow them out?”

“Sure, angel.” I couldn’t reach the ones on her high dresser, so she wrapped her arms around my middle and held me up. I could feel my skin against hers as I blew them out.

“We should go around naked all the time,” I told her as she put me down.

“That’s doable, angel.” I watched Mom get another cloth thing out of the closet and put it over the sheets and then make the bed. I liked watching her move around naked. She winked at me. “We want to be ready for round two.”

Mom picked up my clothes and handed them to me. I put them under one arm and she took my other hand in hers.

She led me by the hand up to my bedroom. I loved watching her bare ass walking in front of me. I sat on my bed while I watched her look through my drawers.

“I’d like you to wear these pajamas tonight, angel.” I looked at them. They were new ones I’d gotten for Christmas. They were blue flannel with little cats all over them and were just a little bit too big on me.

“Shouldn’t I wear something sexy and see through, Mom?”

“Oh no, angel. Aunt Billie will love you in these. Especially when she sees you having to keep pulling the bottoms up to keep them from falling down. Stand up.”

I did and Mom put them on me like I was five years old instead of nine, but I didn’t really mind.

The bottoms had two snaps on them, one at the top and one in the middle of the fly part. Mom didn’t snap the middle one. If I sat right you could see my bare pussy. Mom was right about the other thing too. They stayed up but kept creeping down, and I had to keep pulling them up every few minutes.

I liked seeing Mom bare naked in my bedroom. Now there had been Sammie, Mary, and Mom all bare naked in my room.

I put on my robe and slippers and we went downstairs. I stood in Mom’s bedroom doorway, and she just put on her jeans and black sweater. Nothing else.

“How about we wait in the kitchen and have a snack, angel?”

As we sat at the table eating celery and peanut butter, I asked Mom what we would do.

“I have a few ideas, but I’ll decide once we get settled in.”

“What should I do?”

“You just be yourself and pretend it’s just like any other night when Aunt Billie comes over. I’ll take care of everything. You just relax. I promise we’ll have a good time.”

Mom put on the Christmas lights in the living room.

“Can we leave everything up another week?” I asked.

“Sure, angel, the tree’s still nice and fresh.”

We sat at the table talking and eating, and it did seem like any other night Aunt Billie came over. Then we heard a car pull in the driveway. A car door slammed and the doorbell rang.

Just like I always do, I shouted, “It’s Aunt Billie! I’ll get it, Mom!” Then I ran to the door. This was going to be fun!

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