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Ripples, Chapter 31

  • Posted on August 24, 2022 at 5:00 pm

A brief summary of what has transpired thus far, since our chapters are taking longer to write, edit and post than before. I blame Daylight Savings Time.

(To get a more detailed summary of the first 30 chapters than our super-condensed version below, please see the Ripples Chapter Links… and for a list of the many characters in this story, check out The Women and Girls of Ripples.)

Ready? Here goes…

Divorced mother Jessica has found a new identity as a lesbian, becoming the lover of her friend Rachel, as well as her three daughters Alice (12), Katie (9), and Poppy (7). At the same time, Rachel has found sexual intimacy with her own girls Bella (12) and Cindy (10), and they have all elected to come together as one big incestuous family.

Not long after that, Jessica’s younger sister Laura pays an unexpected visit and catches them all in the midst of their first family orgy. Despite her shock at what she saw, Laura was seduced later that night by the three youngest daughters, and is struggling with her feelings about the whole affair.

Recently, Jess took her daughters to visit an acquaintance, Stella, for an afternoon barbecue. Stella’s twin daughters Sienna and Lacey (both fourteen) flirted shamelessly with Jessica and her girls, while Stella and Jessica’s daughter Alice immediately sensed a powerful attraction to one another.

As it transpires, Stella is a member of a secret society of local women who enjoy lesbian sex — especially with younger girls, including their daughters. Now that Jess has officially come out, Stella is looking to make her a member. She has taken a careful first step by inviting Jessica’s oldest daughter Alice to a sleepover with her own girls.

While this is taking place, Jessica’s sister Laura drops by for a long-awaited visit. After a meal and a heartfelt chat. they end up in bed together, sharing their bodies as lesbian lovers for the first time.

Back at Stella’s, Alice, Sienna and Lacey enjoy a heated threesome — then Stella enters, eager to join the family fun. And that, cats and kittens, is where we pick up the thread…


by Sapphmore and  JetBoy

As the Matthews sisters made their way into Jessica’s bedroom, Stella was ushering Alice into hers. eagerly followed by the giggling twins. All four of them were nude. Perhaps in anticipation of the sex play they were about to indulge in, Lacey was already hugging Sienna from behind, reaching around to cup her sister’s vulva.

Once inside, Alice now had a good look at the lavishly decorated room she’d only briefly glimpsed on her previous visit. Stella stood by to let Alice take it all in, seeing the surroundings through the girl’s eyes.

Naturally, there were pieces of art dotted about: a couple of nude bronzes, a few small photos and paintings depicting female bodies, some solo and some with two or three entwined forms, and a large oil painting dominating one wall on which she recognised the twins – naked, bodies twined together, their breasts and genitals strategically covered.

Turning to Stella, Alice asked, “Did you paint this? It’s really good.”

“Yes, Alice – the others, too.”

Lacey spoke up. “Mum has even more paintings of us – photos too. But we don’t put those up, ‘cos they’re a bit too naughty. We’ve even got some really hot videos, but we save them for…”

Stella shot her a warning glance, unseen by Alice.

…um, y’know, family movie nights,” the teen finished.

Stella caressed Alice’s arm. “We’ll have to see how naughty I feel when I paint you, love.” She sat down on the edge of her bed with the twins taking a place on either side, like some kind of nudist interviewing panel.

“So, Alice… as you see, we three have a somewhat unconventional mother-daughter relationship. Now you know the truth about us, what do you think?”

Alice knew she had to be careful here, so as not to give away her own family secret… at least until Mum decided it was okay. “I think it’s pretty cool. I mean, you’re not hurting anyone. So, um, how long have you been having sex together?”

Stella said, “Since the girls were ten.”

Sienna piped up. “We used to watch Mum with her girlfriends… then one night when she didn’t have one, we decided that her new girlfriends should be us!”

“That very evening, these little vixens crept into my bed and let me know in no uncertain terms that they wanted to be my new lovers.” She wrapped an arm around each twin, hugging them to her. “We’ve been fucking ever since.”

Alice detected a faint smile on Stella’s lips, and realised that the woman was waiting for her to react. She felt a twinge of nervousness, certain that her mum’s friend was harbouring strong suspicions about Alice and her family.

She’s waiting for me to tell them, Alice thought. But that only strengthened the girl’s resolve to do as Mum asked, to keep their secret. She smiled at Stella and the girls, saying nothing.

Clearly realising that Alice wasn’t ready to give anything away, Stella carried on. “Well, that’s enough about how we got here. I think it’s about time to see if what the twins say about you is true.” She held out a hand towards Alice, who took it and stepped forward, looking down at the nude woman and liking what she saw.

Stella seemed equally pleased. “You are exquisite,” she murmured, lightly running a fingertip over Alice’s nipple, making the young girl shiver. She cupped Alice’s face, drawing the girl close until their mouths met in a slow, sensuous kiss that lasted nearly a minute. While they kissed, Lacey and Sienna busied themselves caressing their mum’s bare body.

When they finally parted, Stella gave the twelve-year-old an appreciative look. “Mmmm, you’re a marvellous kisser, my sweet. You’ve been practising with your girlfriend, I can tell… Bella, isn’t it?”

Alice could only nod, already anticipating what lay ahead.

Stella turned to her daughters in turn, giving each one a brief but extremely heated kiss. She stretched out on the bed, gazing at Alice while slowly opening her legs. Sienna and Lacey positioned themselves at their mum’s side, then all three of them peered expectantly at their new playmate.

The reality of Alice’s first sexual foray outside the home was now sinking in. The twins weren’t much older than she was, so that had been like making love with her sisters, but Stella was something else again… an adult woman who wasn’t part of her extended family. The prospect was a little scary, but that only fed into Alice’s excitement.

Stella placed a finger at the bottom of her vaginal cleft and trailed it slowly upward, dipping it briefly into the juicy opening before she brought it up to her mouth. Sienna gave Lacey a nod, then the twins reached out, each gently placing fingers on either side of their mother’s labia, parting them to expose the fleshy spear of the woman’s clitoris.

Stella spoke. “No need to wait for an invite, Alice.” Her eyes seemed to beckon, saying, All yours, pretty girl. All yours.

The twelve-year-old crawled onto the bed, ready for action. She briefly studied the shaved vulva and the pink flesh on display, marvelling yet again at the wondrous variety of pussies she’d encountered since discovering her true sexuality – each one different, every one beautiful. Moving closer, she placed both hands on Stella’s thighs. Glancing up to see three faces smiling at her, Alice bent down to take her first lick.

She threw herself into the task at hand, combining and alternating lips, tongue, teeth and fingers on every inch of Stella’s cunt, determined to prove that she wasn’t some curious young girl experimenting with her sexuality. All thoughts of restraint abandoned, Alice eagerly set about demonstrating her skills as a lover.


That first lick sent a shiver of anticipation coursing through Stella’s body. The fierce need she’d carried for Alice since first encountering her at the barbecue had been massing and building all day – especially during their time together at the gallery. Now the sexy twelve-year-old was going down on her, and it was even better than she’d hoped. Stella knew her first climax would be a ferocious one, and it was going to happen very soon.

Stella’s head was spinning from Alice’s oral attack, her fogged brain barely able to formulate a coherent thought other than, My God, this girl is incredible! There’s no bloody way she learned this just from practising with Rachel’s daughter. 

What memories she had of Bella were dim, but she recalled a shy, quiet little girl who mostly stuck close to her mum.  No. Someone else taught Alice to eat pussy like that. But who? She hoped to find out.


Eager to get into the action, the twins teamed up to pleasure their mother. Lacey claimed Stella’s mouth in a hungry French kiss, while Sienna made love to her mum’s breasts. Then, exchanging bad-girl grins, they quickly switched places.

As Stella’s ecstasy mounted, she began to writhe and jerk on the bed. The twins glanced at each other again, clearly sharing the same thought.

When Sienna and Lacey discussed this sleepover with Mum a couple of days prior, there had been much speculation about whether Alice had been experimenting sexually with her younger sisters… or even with her mother. For that matter, could Rachel and her daughters be involved? They could only speculate, but the conversation had Stella and the twins so worked up that they stripped off right there and fucked on the living room floor.

Now, Alice was there, going down on their mum, and clearly making a spectacular job of it. In fact, she’d already taken Stella to the edge of orgasm several times without allowing her to go over.

Lacey and Sienna exchanged another knowing glance. They still weren’t sure who’d taught Alice how to eat pussy like that, but it hadn’t been her little girlfriend Bella Thomas.

Watching the twelve-year-old in action, Sienna found herself longing for the same kind of attention. She gave her mother one last passionate kiss, then crawled to the upholstered headboard and propped her back against it. Swinging a leg over Stella’s head, she lowered her sex to the woman’s waiting mouth. A blissful sigh escaped her lips as Mum’s warm, wet tongue went to work.

Lacey studied her sister, enthralled. Ever since she and Sienna first became lovers, the sight of her twin in sexual rapture always gave Lacey pleasure. Sometimes she pretended to be watching herself, thinking That’s how I look when her tongue is in me. Kneeling next to Sienna, she drew her sibling into a heated kiss. Sienna responded immediately, moaning into Lacey’s mouth as she continued to ride their mum’s face.

Suddenly Lacey broke away from her sister, scampering off the bed and onto her feet. Moving to the end of the bed, she stood over Alice, licking her lips as she stared at the girl’s exposed holes. She looks good enough to eat, Lacey told herself. And I’m feeling awfully hungry right now…


Still busy gulping down the copious flow of nectar from Stella’s cunt, Alice briefly paused as she felt one of the twins guide her into a kneeling position, then a hot, slippery tongue licked an upward path through her slit, gliding over the pucker of her anus. With a happy sigh, she returned to servicing Stella, taking the woman’s clitoris between her lips.

Glancing up to see Sienna astride her mum’s face, Alice marvelled at the reality of another family living the same taboo life as her own. I wonder how many more there are like us? she mused. Mummies secretly in love with their little girls, daughters who dream about seeing their mums naked. How many of them ever get to do something about those feelings? 

The very idea dazzled her. There’s got to be more families like ours, Alice told herself. There’s got to be! How could you settle for sex with a boy, once you’ve tasted love with your beautiful mummy?

The prospect of a wider circle of lesbian mums and daughters spurred her lust even higher. Trying not to let herself be distracted by the warm mouth that was attending to her outthrust holes, Alice slid two fingers into Stella’s vagina, then worked her thumb into the older woman’s anus. It was a technique she’d recently learned from Rachel, one she was eager to try out on her new lover.

Within sixty seconds, Stella was screaming her way through a pussy-muffled climax, her body shuddering frantically before she went completely limp, panting for breath. Lifting her face from the woman’s mound, then slowly withdrawing her fingers, Alice relaxed, resting on Stella’s quivering, sweat-glazed belly as if it was a pillow. Her arse was still raised, her cunt presented to Lacey, who was exploring its delights with a nimble, darting tongue.

It felt so good that Alice soon found herself unable to remain motionless. She had to raise herself up on both arms, gently rocking forward and back as a blissful haze enveloped her whole, the feeling she always got when an orgasm was beginning to build inside.


Up above, Sienna had dismounted her mum’s head and was bending down to kiss her, purring contentedly as she licked her own juices from Stella’s mouth and cheeks. Glancing at Alice, whose eyes were closed while she swayed to and fro, Sienna crawled toward Jessica’s daughter. Cupping the younger girl’s chin, she guided Alice’s lips to hers, and they kissed.


Struggling up onto both elbows, Stella watched her daughters make love to Alice. Sienna’s tongue was flickering in and out of the girl’s mouth like a flame, while Lacey knelt at the foot of the bed, dreamy-eyed with pleasure as she licked Alice’s anus. Stella pushed herself into a sitting position to get a better view of the action. Drinking in the lewd spectacle before her, she felt a rush of satisfaction that was quickly replaced by a longing for a taste of her friend’s daughter.

“Girls,” Stella called, and her daughters interrupted their work to look in her direction. “Mummy wants some time with our guest, too.”

Lacey and Sienna obligingly withdrew, and Alice opened her eyes to see a smiling Stella seated before her. The older woman reached out to cup Alice’s face in both hands, drawing her forward into a kiss. She tasted her cunt on the youngster’s lips, then allowed her tongue to delve into the twelve-year-old’s mouth.

When she broke away, Stella murmured, “Well, Alice, I have to say I agree with the girls; you have quite the bag of tricks. It’s easy to see that you’ve practised an awful lot with your girlfriend. The next time you come by for a sleepover, you simply must invite her.” Reaching out to touch Alice’s nipple, she circled the tender bud with a fingertip. “But for now, since both my girls have sampled your honey pot, I think it’s about time I had a taste.”

Taking Alice by her shoulders, Stella turned the girl round and gently laid her down on the bed, exactly where she’d been lying herself moments earlier. She moistened her lips at the sight of Alice’s reddened vulva, its soft down now glistening with her juices and Lacey’s saliva. Leaning in closer to breathe in the heady scent of pussy, Stella draped Alice’s legs over her shoulders, then took a long, slow lick through the sweet pink slit.

Stella had hungered for Jessica’s daughter ever since the young girl turned up at her afternoon patio party a few weeks earlier, and she’d obsessed about Alice ever since. Spending the day with her at the gallery had only whetted those desires… and waiting in the kitchen while the girls were fucking Alice upstairs had proven to be more than she could stand.

Now the prize was in Stella’s grasp. This lovely, eager, nymphet was spread out before her, completely on display and ready to be loved. Animal instinct told Stella to take what she wanted, to devour Alice in a lustful frenzy. But no; this tasty treat was meant to be savoured, lingered over. She used her tongue to toy with the vaginal cleft, her lips gently tugged at the thin labia, and her fingers lingered at the twin entrances to the twelve-year-old’s cunt and anus.


The twins had been seated on either side of their mum, but now they moved – Lacey onto the bed beside Alice, Sienna behind her mum. Lacey reached out to stroke Alice’s nipples before dipping down to take one between her lips, blocking Alice’s view of Stella. After a few moments, Lacey met Alice’s eyes, then moved up to kiss her, their tongues engaging in a playful duel.

Observing the action over Stella’s shoulder, Sienna reached round to cup her mum’s breast, rolling the nipple between finger and thumb. At the same time, her free hand found its way down to the crease of her mother’s bum cheeks, to seek out Stella’s lust-slicked cunt, where she briefly teased her mum’s clitoris before plunging a finger inside. Once it was coated with wetness, she removed that finger and brought it to Stella’s rosebud. Pressing against the taut pucker, it slid easily inside.


Stella lavished gentle attention on every part of Alice’s pussy, taking care to only briefly and occasionally stimulate her clitoris. She felt the young blonde writhing below, trying to grind the engorged nubbin into her face, but Stella continued to tease her underage partner.

After a few minutes of play, Stella used Alice’s juices to lubricate two fingers, then carefully placed them at the entrance of the girl’s vagina. As Alice’s body jerked in response to the woman’s tormenting fingers and lips, Stella began to ease those fingers inside, slowly opening the tight ring.

As she sensed Alice was fast approaching climax, Stella abruptly fastened her mouth to the girl’s clitoris, sucking and licking the fleshy button as her fingers sawed in and out of Alice’s freely flowing cunt, the warm juices soaking Stella’s hand. Fucking hell, what a juicy snatch this little minx has!

Withdrawing both fingers to a muffled cry of protest from Alice – who was still snogging Lacy – Stella quickly curled the index finger back inside, seeking the sweet spot she knew would push the young girl over the edge. It took a moment for her to locate, but Stella knew she’d hit the jackpot when Alice jerked violently, breaking away from her kiss, a ragged scream wrenched from her throat.

As Alice gave a final shudder, arching her hips up from the bed, Stella shoved a hand between her legs and began to masturbate, hard and fast. Sienna’s finger was rolling around inside her rectum, and it felt amazing. Soon enough, she was coming again.

Slumping forward, Stella rested her cheek on Alice’s thigh, but the scent of the twelve-year-old’s pussy proved too enticing to resist for very long. Positioning herself once more between the young girl’s legs, she used long slow strokes of her tongue to mop up the traces of nectar that glistened on Alice’s belly, inner thighs and vulva.

That task accomplished, Stella rolled onto her back to rest, giving Alice’s hip a gentle pat, then her eyes flew open when someone took hold of her hand. It was Lacey, who must have noticed the fluids that coated her fingers, evidence of what her mother had just been doing to their new lover. Stella gave her daughter a sleepy smile as Lacey took each finger into her mouth to suck.

Sienna suddenly appeared on Stella’s other side. “Your lips look delicious, Mum,” she said, then bent to kiss her. With a blissful moan, Stella accepted her daughter’s tongue, and they shared Alice’s flavour between them.

As Alice regained her breath and senses, she pushed herself up into a seated position, feeling a pang of renewed arousal at the sight of the twins, tasting her cunt on their mum’s mouth and fingers.

When they noticed that Alice had recovered from her climax, the Morrison trio paused to gaze fondly at their guest. Lacey broke the silence. “Well, that was fun!”

Alice couldn’t suppress a giggle, while Sienna and her mother both grinned.

“Oh, we’re just getting warmed up.” Stella declared. She got to her feet and moved around the room a bit to stretch her limbs, then looked down at a somewhat dazed Alice. Bending down, placing both hands on the bed to support herself, she gave the girl a tender kiss that still radiated passion, then whispered, “Are you ready for more, sweetheart?”

That surge of lust made itself known again, and Alice promptly replied, “Yes, please.”

Stella glanced around the room. Seeing the items she sought on the dresser, she caught Lacey’s eye and nodded in that direction. “Would you mind, darling?”

Lacey swivelled round and, on seeing what her mum wanted, her face lit up. She scampered to the dresser and came back to the bed dangling a pair of objects Alice recognised from her previous visit: two strap-on cocks.

Alice turned to Stella, who instead of reading curiosity on the twelve-year-old’s face, as she’d anticipated, saw a look more akin to… recognition.

At that point, she knew that the suspicions she harboured about Alice and her family had been spot on. There’s no way she learned to use one of these on her own, or with that girl Bella. A woman must have shown her how… and why would she need to keep that woman’s identity a secret from us, unless it was her mum?   

An image of Alice fucking her mum flashed in Stella’s mind like lightning. The impulse was there to question Alice, to get the girl to tell the truth about her relationship with Jess. Instead, she shelved those thoughts for later, reaching out to take the harness from Lacey.

“So, who wants to use these? Do I have any volunteers?”

Alice surprised everyone by throwing her hand up like the class swot. As Stella glanced at the twins, both girls raised their eyebrows. The little minx is full of surprises!

When Stella separated the two harnesses, Sienna reached out to grab the larger of the two and started stepping into the straps. Stella held out the smaller one to Alice, who plucked it from the woman’s hand, turned it over until she had it in the correct position. She bent slightly, lifting one foot through, followed by the other before pulling the harness up, deftly pulling the strap through the buckle and fastening it round her waist.

Stella gave the twelve-year-old an intrigued look. “Well, Alice, you clearly know how to wield a strap-on.”

It was immediately obvious that the girl was fumbling for an explanation. “Er, I’ve seen ladies use these on some of the sex videos me and Bella watched.”

With a wry smile, Stella responded. “Ahh, that explains it.”

Her cheeks flushed pink, Alice quickly averted her eyes, but not soon enough to conceal the realisation that she’d been found out.

Sienna was now lying on the bed, both legs draped over the edge, feet resting on the floor. Stella made a move towards her bedside cabinet for the small bottle of lube placed next to her radio alarm clock, but thought better of it. Instead, she knelt before her daughter and took the jutting latex prick into her mouth, fellating the toy until it glistened.

Turning to Alice, she read anticipation in the girl’s eyes. Firmly grasping the second cock, she lavished it with the same attention, all the while gazing into the twelve-year-old’s eyes. When she was satisfied, she moved to Sienna and straddled her, slowly lowering herself onto the dildo, pivoting her hips a few times to take its full length into her vagina. Bending forward, Stella drew Sienna into her arms, mother claiming daughter’s mouth in a lustful kiss.


Alice’s concern at having given herself away was all but forgotten as she watched the latex cock stretch Stella’s cunt, plunging in and slurping out. Then the twins’ mum looked back at her – and Alice knew right away what the woman wanted, without being told.

Drawing close, she placed the tip of her own cock against the fleshy star of Stella’s anus and began to press forward. She felt some resistance, but after a few seconds, the outer sphincter muscle gave way and she slid more easily than she’d expected into the woman’s arse. Stella’s hoarse cry of ecstasy seemed to fill the universe.

Sienna angled her hips upward to meet her mother’s downward motion. Alice hesitated a little before falling into Stella’s rhythm, but she quickly found a groove, thrusting her hips in time with Stella’s backward strokes. The trio of lovers built up a steady tempo, gradually accelerating their pace.


Lacey looked on, working out how to fit herself into the mêlée, then grinned as she noticed Alice’s cute bum. Catching the twelve-year-old’s eye, she moved in for a quick but ardent kiss, stroking the girl’s budding breasts. She paused to tweak a nipple, causing Alice to gasp and jerk her hips – which, in turn, caused Stella to moan at the unexpectedly deep thrust.

Lacey trailed her fingers down Alice’s ribs until she was kneeling behind the girl. Placing the palms of both hands on the smooth pale buttocks, she prised them apart to expose Alice’s sphincter, partly concealed by the strap-on’s leather harness. Dipping her head, she bathed it with her tongue, lavishing the dark pink hole. She sensed her mother was nearing a climax, Stella’s backward thrusts growing increasingly frantic.

It was too difficult for Lacey to keep rimming Alice – she was moving too much. Instead, she stood up behind the panting girl and replaced her tongue with a finger, which she inserted up to the third knuckle in Alice’s rectum. With her free hand, she reached round to stroke her new lover’s breasts.

Twisting her head round, Alice stared at Lacey – then the two girls met in a clumsy but heated kiss, their tongues sparring like fighters as the movement of the three joined bodies gradually shifted into overdrive.


Stella could feel them massing inside, tremors of growing ecstasy steadily pushing her toward something huge. She loved being taken in both holes at once, and the experience was just as awe-inspiring as ever. Especially so when it’s a sexy twelve-year-old girl who’s plowing my arse, helped out by my beautiful lesbian daughters…

Her climax hit like a body blow, crashing into Stella before she expected it. She emitted a guttural scream, throwing her head back, trembling helplessly. One, two, three violent jerks convulsed her frame, then she slowly went limp, slumping down onto Sienna, who wrapped both arms around the woman and held her close. Alice carefully withdrew the cock until it fell free from Stella’s arse.

Somehow, Stella mustered up the strength to push herself up, dipping her head to briefly kiss Sienna before the other dildo slipped out of her well-fucked cunt, standing upright just long enough to flop onto the bed. She looked up at her other daughter, who was sharing a deep, relaxed kiss with the underage nymph who had just sodomised her, and gave both girls a sleepy smile.

As Stella watched them, Lacey suddenly broke away from their guest, dropped to her knees, and engulfed the dildo jutting up from Sienna’s hips with her mouth, humming with pleasure as she sampled her mother’s honey. What a wonderful sight, Stella thought. My baby girl still loves the taste of her mummy.

Noticing that Alice was standing to one side observing the twins, Stella sat up to face the girl, swinging her feet to the floor. She paused to savour the sight of a young female sporting a strap-on cock… an image that always struck her as intensely erotic. A few times, she’d been rogered by girls who were even younger than Jessica’s daughter, especially on Switch Nights at the Society meetings.

Toys intended for full-on vaginal penetration weren’t used by most members of the Society when it came to sex with the younger girls, for fear that the kids might get carried away with them, resulting in injuries that could raise dangerous questions. But at home, her daughters loved to wield strap-ons and were well-versed in their use… at least partly, Stella suspected, for the degree of control it gave them over Mommy. And in truth, she did occasionally enjoy submitting fully to the twins, allowing them to use her like a cheap slag.

Alice, too, was clearly comfortable with fake cocks – how to wear one, how to use it. And I very much doubt that she and Rachel’s daughter learned this kind of thing on their own, Stella mused

She bent down to place a soft, sensuous kiss on Alice’s lips. “Thank you, sweetheart. That was… simply marvellous. Now let’s get this contraption off you.”

Alice stood still, for once speechless as she realised the enormity of what she’d just done.

Kneeling before the twelve-year-old, Stella began undoing the buckles until the leather straps lay tangled at Alice’s feet. Before she could step out of them, Stella reached out to caress the young girl’s small breasts, then flicked her tongue at a nipple, then sucked the whole breast into her hot mouth. She reached around Alice’s body to caress a smooth buttock, while the other hand slid up inside a creamy thigh until her finger found the girl’s moist vulva. Pressing against the opening, she eased it inside.

Stella heard a contented sigh, then she felt small hands resting on her head as she nuzzled the soft tummy, breathing in the perfume of Alice’s skin. After a few seconds of slow fingering, Stella took a quick glance over her shoulder, pleased to see the twins in the middle of the bed, twined together in a sixty-nine. Sienna’s strap-on had been unfastened and left on one of the pillows.

Looking back at their guest, she asked Alice, “Shall we join them?”

Alice smiled. “Sure.” With that, she crawled onto the bed, making her way to the raised bum of whichever twin was on top – Lacey, actually. Without hesitation, she parted the pale globes of the teen’s arse and attacked the crevice with her tongue.

Once again, Stella again marvelled at Alice’s seemingly boundless appetite for sex. No doubt about it, the Society is going to adore this girl… every bit as much as they’ll love her mum. Then there’s Jessica’s two little ones – wonder if they’re part of any family sex games? Sienna and Lacey seem to think so…  

She gave her head a little shake to clear it. Enough thinking for now… let’s enjoy this hot sex show! 

Climbing onto the bed, Stella shoved a few pillows against the headboard, then sat back to watch the three blonde girls, her hand dipping between her legs now and then to toy with a very sensitive clit as she watched Alice feast on Lacey’s anus, sometimes dipping her head to share a messy kiss with Sienna.

But when she caught Stella’s eye, Alice abandoned the duo to crawl over to their mother, surprising her again when, instead of taking a kiss or diving between the older woman’s splayed legs, Alice stood just above, holding onto the headboard for balance, and brought her cunt to Stella’s mouth.

The next hour was filled with different combinations of the four blondes, with one or two pausing now and then to catch their breath until, finally, exhaustion had claimed them all. Sienna was the last one to come, and she pulled up the quilt to cover everyone. Stella and Alice were snuggled up in the middle, with one of the twins on each side.

When Stella closed her eyes for the last time that night, a satisfied smile lingered on her face as she recalled the evening’s debauchery. Her final thought before drifting off was, I’ll have a little chat with Alice in the morning. It’s high time for us to lay our cards on the table.


Jessica woke early, a habit born from necessity when raising three young girls and running a business. She watched Laura doze for a while, contemplating the ever-expanding sexual dynamics of her family, toying with the notion of waking her for sister another round of lovemaking. After all, we’ve got a lot of time to make up for, Jess thought.

Finally deciding to let Laura sleep, she slipped carefully and quietly from beneath the sheets and padded to the door, plucking her dressing gown from its peg as she left the bedroom.

In the kitchen, she decided to make proper espresso rather than take the quick option of the machine. By the time she’d washed up from last night’s dinner and got out a couple of the small cups and saucers, the silver pot hissed and gurgled. She poured herself a cup of the strong, aromatic coffee, then added a sugar cube with the tiny spoon. She was stirring it when she heard footsteps on the stairs.

She looked up to see a sleepy-eyed Laura in the doorway, barefoot and wearing one of her especially short robes she’d worn to inflame the passions of Rachel and the girls. The sash was loosely tied, but failing to hold it closed.

Jessica’s heart dropped a beat. Fuck me, she looks hot!  

As she checked her sister out from top to bottom, Laura also glanced down at herself. “This is all I could find to wear,” she said. “Is it okay?”

“Of course, Laur. You look good enough to eat. Though coming down naked would have been even nicer.” There was a moment of awkward silence before Jess spoke again. “So… no regrets?”

Laura made her way over to Jess, who was perched on a stool at the breakfast bar. She stood before her sister for a moment, then cupped Jessica’s face in both hands and gave her a loving kiss. Breaking away, she whispered, “None whatsoever.”

Jess got up to fetch the coffee pot from the stove. She poured some into the other cup, nudging it toward her sister. “I’ll bet you could use this.”

“True that.” Laura seated herself on the other stool. “Why didn’t you wake me?”

“Oh, believe me, I was sorely tempted… but you looked so sweet and peaceful, I thought I’d let you lie in.”

“I’m an early bird most days, but I guess that was a big night.” Laura took a sip of coffee.

“It certainly was.” Jess gave her sister’s arm an affectionate squeeze. “My only regret was that we didn’t do this sooner. Although I guess if I’d become a lesbian back then, I wouldn’t have had the girls… and this might never have happened anyhow. Still, better late than never, eh?”

“Well, I’m certainly happy about it.” Laura said. “After all this time, I finally fucked the girl of my dreams.”

“I love you, too.” Jess took her seat on the other stool. “I was thinking about how I’m going to tell Mum – about me and Rachel, that is, not the rest of it. God, I dread to think what she’d say about that. Still, I’m hoping she’ll be okay with it, like she was when you came out. I mean, it’s not as if she missed out on having grandchildren.”

“Oh, I’m pretty sure she’ll take it better than you think.”

Jessica peered inquisitively at her sister. “What makes you so sure of that? I mean, both daughters being gay, especially when one was married with kids? That’s got to come as something of a shock.” She noticed that Laura had drained her cup. “Want a refill?”

“No, thanks. Jess, there’s something I think you should know.”

Jessica arched an eyebrow. “Yes…?”

“Mum’s been with another woman.”

What? Are you joking? When was this? Who with?”

“It happened a few months ago,” Laura began. She’s been on the odd date since Dad died – nothing special, more for companionship than a relationship. Anyhow, Aunt Adele told Mum it was about time she got back in the game for real, and suggested looking at online dating sites. I’m sure she’ll give you the full Monty, but apparently Mum clicked on the wrong link and ended up looking at a ‘woman seeks woman’ page.

“She got curious – cos of me, I suppose – and began to look around a bit. Well, she started chatting to one of the women there. I’m still not sure how it happened – hell, I’m not sure if Mum knows – but they ended up going on a date.”

“I… I’m positively gobsmacked,” Jess said, still wide-eyed. “So, did they, er, do the deed?”

“When I asked for details, she wouldn’t tell me much at first, but I got Mum to say that she’d been ‘intimate’. I couldn’t let her leave it at that. Thought I might have to waterboard her for an answer, but she finally admitted that she and this woman did have sex.”

“Bloody hell…”

“The thing is, Mum got cagey when I asked for details about, y’know, the other woman – where she was from, what she did for a living, was she married and just looking for fun, how old she was… that type of thing. It was the last question she was really vague on. Anyway, I pressed her, and finally got Mum to admit that the woman was in her thirties.”

“Wow, this is big news. Why didn’t she tell me?”

“Oh, Mum was worried about what you’d think. She felt at her age, dating someone that young might be seen as, well, sort of creepy. Anyway, I told her she had nothing to be worried about; there are lots of younger women who are into mature ladies. I’m sort of that way myself.”

Jessica grinned. “Does that make me one of your ‘mature ladies’, then? Don’t even think of answering that, by the way. So… is Mum still seeing her?”

“Don’t know, actually. I did get her to admit it was some of the best sex she’d ever had… but when I asked if she was going to see the woman again, Mum told me she wasn’t sure yet.”

“My, my,” Jess said, stroking her chin. “Sounds like our mother has made the transition from ‘straight,’ to ‘questioning’.”

“Well, if you ask me,” Laura declared, “she’s pitching for our team now. The last time we spoke, I brought up this mysterious acquaintance of hers, but Mum dodged the subject completely. And the only reason I can think of for her being so close-mouthed on the subject at this point – oh, I don’t know, call it female intuition, but I think Mum’s still seeing this woman, which means she’s also fucking her… and I suspect it’s difficult for her to adjust to the idea that she might be a lesbian.” She gave a small shrug. “I guess we’ll just have to ask her about it – after she finds out about you and Rachel, that is.”

“Yes, and that’s all she’ll find out, hopefully. I’ll need to have a serious talk with the girls about being extra careful while Mum’s here. Being gay is one thing, but incest with my daughters? My sister? There’s no bloody way she could deal with that.”

“I’m still having a bit of trouble with it myself,” Laura sighed, then registered her sister’s sudden frown. “Oh, don’t worry, big sister. Maybe it’s a case of thinking with my cunt instead of my brain, but I’m still very much part of whatever you call this.”

“The Family Love Club, that’s how Poppy puts it. And you’re almost part of it, kiddo.”

“What do you mean, almost?”

Jessica gave her sibling a wry smile. “You’ve not completed the membership tests.” Seeing the quizzical look on Laura’s face, she elaborated. “First, you haven’t been with Alice yet. Believe me, you won’t know what hit you, sharing a bed with that one. I swear, she must have been gay in an earlier life. Then there’s Rachel, who’s champing at the bit for some hot sister action with us both. And let’s not forget about Bella, Rachel’s oldest. She’s a bit shy, but incredibly sweet.”

Playfully cupping a breast, Laura said, “Believe me, I’m looking forward to enjoying myself with all of them. So when is your new, improved, supersize family due home?”

Looking over her shoulder at the large wall clock, Jess said, “It’s still early, so they probably won’t be home any time soon.” She snickered. “Mind you, I doubt Rachel will be fit for anything after a night with the girls.”

“But she’ll be wearing a smile.” Laura murmured. She briefly imagined herself in Rachel’s place, sharing a bed with four cute, energetic and very eager little lesbians, and felt an awakening twinge between her legs.

Jessica’s expression turned serious. “Laura, there’s something else I need to tell you about – two things, really. I want to be open about everything that’s been going on since… since I figured out the truth about myself.”

“Christ, Jess – what else is there?”

Jess took a deep breath. “So, I told you about Alice spending yesterday with Stella at the gallery, then having a sleepover with her twins? There’s more to it than that, a lot more. It seems that when we went to Stella’s for a barbecue a couple of weeks ago, Alice saw some things that convinced her the twins are fucking each other. Not only that, but she thinks they might also be having it off with their mum.”

“Stella is doing her daughters, too?” Laura’s face was a portrait of disbelief.

“I know it sounds crazy… but at the time, enough happened to indicate that something untoward is going on there, and that it may well involve incest. I’ll share the sordid details with you later tonight, when Alice and her sisters are here to help me tell you all of it.”

“And this has something to do with Alice spending the night at Stella’s…?”

“Indeed it does,” Jessica replied with a nod. “It’s obvious that Stella and her twins want sex with my oldest… and believe me, Alice loves that idea. So when Stella invited Alice over, we decided that she should accept.”

“Christ, Jess – you don’t think that’s sending Alice into a lion’s den? She’s only twelve!”

“Believe me, that girl can handle herself,” Jess said. “Alice won’t do anything sexual that she doesn’t want… which isn’t much, anyhow. Besides, Stella is one of my best friends, and I trust her implicitly. She’d never do anything to hurt my daughter.

“One thing I did discuss with Alice is the importance of keeping our family secret, and she promised not to give anything away. Of course, if Stella and the twins really are fucking… well, we’ll definitely want to reach out to them, if you know what I mean. But I made it clear to Alice that I’d be the one to make that move – not her.”

Laura still seemed a bit doubtful, but she’d always trusted her big sister’s judgement. “You said there were two things to discuss. Fuck me, I can’t even imagine what else you’ve been up to!”

“There is someone else I’ve slept with. Remember Sally, from the shop?”

“Not that young blonde teenager with the big tits? Bloody hell, Jess, that’s taking a chance. What if she starts posting stuff online about you?”

Jess rolled her eyes. “Yes, her… and she’s not some naive schoolgirl ninny, for goodness’ sake. Sally knows about Rachel, but not what we get up to with our daughters. Basically, she came round one day and said she wanted me to teach her about sex between women. Well, one thing led to another and we ended up in bed.”

“And this was after you first got together with Rachel?”

“Around the same time, really… but it was well before she and I decided we wanted a serious relationship. I told Rachel about it, of course. The thing is, she’d had a little dalliance of her own with this local girl named Millie. You’ve not met her – she babysits for us sometimes.

“Anyway, after Sally and I made love, I told her she really should be with someone her own age… but she had no idea how to find a potential girlfriend, and was too nervous about coming out at school. That’s when Rachel and I came up with a marvellous plan to fix Sally up with Millie. We invited them both over to Rachel’s for what turned out to be a surprise sex party, then steered them into each other’s arms.”

A dazed Laura slowly shook her head. “I don’t know what to say, Jess. You – you’re really embracing this new lifestyle!”

“With both arms. Mind you, Millie and Sally are now an honest-to-goodness couple, so I doubt I’ll be dipping into that cookie jar any time soon. Of course, they might need a refresher course one day…” Jessica gave her sister a sideways glance. “You’re not having second thoughts about this, are you?”

“About us? God, I don’t know. Well, no, I’m not – but this is a lot for me to take in.”

Jess rose from her stool, standing before Laura. “Well, just in case you’re having doubts…” Reaching down, she tugged at the loose belt of the thin robe her sister had borrowed, opening it to expose Laura’s bare body.

Laura’s eyes were filled with longing. “Oh, Jess…”

Gently tilting Laura’s head back, Jess bent down to claim a deep kiss before assisting the younger woman to her feet. They stood facing each other, lost in renewed desire. Jessica reached out to touch Laura’s taut belly, then dipped a hand between her sister’s legs to caress the warm, wet vulva. “Shall we go back to bed?” she murmured.

Laura could only nod assent, all doubts replaced by the memory of the previous night’s ecstasy. Jess shrugged off her own robe and taking Laura’s hand, mounted the stairs.

In the bedroom, they kissed lovingly before Jess took control of her little sister. She sat on the edge of the bed with thighs parted, a fire in her eyes that left no doubt as to what she wanted.

Without a word, Laura dropped to her knees to worship her sister’s cunt, burying her mouth in the soft pubes. She explored the hole with a probing tongue, then spent several minutes lavishing attention on Jessica’s clit.

Once Jess slumped backwards and began to moan, Laura decided to blow her sibling’s mind with a special move, one she often deployed to drive lovers wild.

Thanking providence that she’d thought to trim and file her fingernails the day before, Laura inserted her middle finger into Jessica’s pussy, seeking and finding the G-spot. When a spasm shook her sister’s frame, Laura added a second finger, then a third. Twisting them round to generate lubrication, aided by her tongue, she added her pinky to the mix.

Sprawled out on her back, Jess felt something different. She was reminded of the time Alice fucked her with Rachel’s biggest dildo on the night of their momentous family orgy, the only time she’d been penetrated by that monster.

She managed to lift her head to peer at Laura, who grinned at the puzzled look on Jessica’s face. “It’s okay, sis, I’m pretty sure you’ll love this. You may see yourself as a seasoned lesbian by now, but I’ll bet you’ve not been fisted yet.”

Actually, Poppy had once inserted her whole hand into Mummy’s cunt. But she was only seven, after all, with the hands of a child. Jess lay back, bracing herself for what promised to be a hell of a ride.

“Put your feet up on the bed, Jess,” Laura said, and Jess quickly complied, realising that the tables had been turned; her younger sister was now in charge.

Laura continued to twist her four fingers about until she felt Jessica’s copious fluids coating them. She carefully withdrew her fingers, just far enough to permit  the thumb to join them, then began to ease all five digits back into the dripping maw.

Still gently rotating her hand to and fro, she folded her thumb beneath the four fingers until she was making a fist. Okay, sister dear… get ready to rumble.

Pushing forward, Laura felt the opening of Jessica’s vagina stretch and give, permitting her entry a millimetre at a time until it slipped through the tight ring.

“Oh fuck, Laur. That’s… oh, m-my God!”

Her hand now curled into a ball, Laura began to gently move her arm back and forth, all the time turning her wrist this way and that.

It was like nothing Jess had ever felt. Laura’s knuckles pushed against the walls of her cunt, the tiniest movements wrenching her body as if she’d been caught up in an earthquake. She thrashed about on the bed, which only made the sensations more intense.

After a minute or so of hard fucking, Jess screamed out in ecstasy, clutching handfuls of the sheets.

Laura slowed her thrusts and relaxed, straightening her fingers as her sister’s orgasm gradually subsided.  She knew Jessica’s vagina had to be especially tender, and took pains to be gentle while slowly extracting her hand.

As Laura’s fingers emerged, her sister’s cunt suddenly spasmed, squirting a small stream of fluid that hit Laura square in the face.

Alarmed, Jess cried, “What the fuck was that? Omigod, did I just piss on you?”

Laura had to snicker at her sister’s horrified reaction. “No, it’s not piss. You squirted, Jess. It’s not all that unusual, really. I’ve had lovers who went off like water cannons when I fisted them.”

Jess shook her head in awe. “I’ve never done anything like that before… not even when Poppy put her hand into me.”

“It’s got something to do with creating pressure, I think.”

“Well, it was fucking amazing.”

Laura licked at her fingers and the back of her hand, unwilling to waste a drop of her sister’s essence. Jess drew her in for another kiss, then stood up, pulling Laura to her feet. She urged her younger sibling onto the bed, positioning her on all fours.

Laura’s head rested on the bed and her arse jutted up and out, presenting Jess with a mouthwatering view. Spreading her sister open with both hands, she leaned in and took a long slow lick, trailing her tongue from the tip of Laura’s clit to the pucker of her anus. Bringing her fingers into play, she slipped two into the juicy cunt, kissing her sibling’s rosebud like a lover’s mouth.

As Laura’s juices began to flow, she was startled to hear the familiar voice of Katie calling out, “Mum, we’re ho-ome!”

Raising her face from Laura’s bum, Jess called, “We’re up here.”

Laura pulled away, searching round for something to cover herself with – but Jess gripped her shoulder, the fingers of the other hand still sheathed in Laura’s pussy. “No, you don’t. Stay where you are. This party’s just beginning, little sister.”

Laura meekly submitted to Jessica’s will, though still reluctant to be caught in this situation. They heard the thunder of steps up the stairs before Katie and Poppy appeared in the doorway.

Jess gave her daughters a big smile. “Morning, girls. I didn’t expect you this early!”

The girls giggled, but before they could answer, Rachel appeared behind them. “They woke me up at the crack of dawn,” she said. “Bet you can guess how.”

“Oh, I’ve been awakened that way myself, believe you me!” Jess replied with a chuckle.

Rachel tilted her head slightly, intrigued by the view of Jessica’s sister – naked, on all fours, looking back over her shoulder with flushed cheeks. “Hello Laura,” she purred. “So nice to see you again. Guess I don’t need to ask how last night went.”

As Jess withdrew from her sister’s cunt, Laura slowly turned round and carefully seated herself on the bed, forcing herself to make eye contact with her sister’s lover. Lustful desire was clearly written on Rachel’s face.

Jess padded over to her daughters, giving each a brief but lustful kiss on the mouth. Both little girls responded in a similar way – licking their lips, enjoying the familiar flavour of Auntie Laura’s cunt. As she straightened, Jessica was about to kiss Rachel, but a wicked idea popped into her head. She turned to see Laura staring at them, arms covering her breasts as she sat quietly, still uncertain of how to react.

Turning back to Rachel, Jess offered two pussy-coated fingers to her lover. Rachel drew them into her mouth and sucked the nectar from them, all the while staring at Laura, who shivered at the sight.

Jessica gestured toward the bed. “Care to join us, Rach?”

“There’s nothing I’d like more. Unfortunately,” she sighed, “I have to be at work in half an hour. I finish early this afternoon, though, so what if I come back then? In the meantime, I could return the favour and send over a couple of young cuties who would love to be a part of this.”

“That sounds wonderful. We’ll keep it hot for you.”

Turning to Katie and Poppy, Rachel knelt before them. “Thank you girls. Last night was lovely.”

Both girls embraced the older woman. Poppy said, “Thanks, Mummy Rachel. It was fun!”

As she stood, Rachel said, “I’m looking forward to getting to know you better, Laura. Much better.”

Laura managed to mumble, “Me too,” giving her sister’s lover a bashful smile.

Blowing kisses, Rachel exited. Jess made to follow, then turned back to the girls. “Well? Don’t keep your auntie waiting, you two.”

“Yay!” they cheered, then Poppy and Katie started stripping off their clothes.

Still nude, Jess walked Rachel downstairs. At the front door, Rachel turned. “So, I assume your evening with Laura went according to plan.”

“There were a couple of moments when I wasn’t sure. I told her everything; it seemed best not to keep secrets. She knows about Sally and Millie, and about Alice, whatever she’s up to at Stella’s place.”

“Getting ravished by the whole family, we hope. How did she take it?”

“Surprisingly well. Oh, by the way, Laura had a surprise of her own to share. She told me that our mother has been on a date with a woman – and sex was definitely involved!”

“Get away! Ann’s taking a walk on the wild side?”

“So I’ve been told. Mum gets back from her cruise in a few days, so I’ll tell her about us. Not everything, obviously.”

“Well, maybe she takes after her daughter. Your mother might just make up the full family set!”

Jess shook her head. “Christ, I can’t even imagine how she’d respond to something like that! No, we have to keep that part of our relationship completely secret.”

“All I know is that Ann is still an amazingly attractive woman,” Rachel murmured, slipping a hand between Jessica’s thighs. “Don’t you dare tell me the idea hasn’t crossed your mind.” Her smile seemed to radiate wickedness.

Her heart racing, Jess twisted away. “I don’t want to talk about that, Rachel. This situation is already crazy enough!”

Knowing she’d gone too far, Rachel drew her lover in for a gentle hug. “Sorry, Jess,” she whispered. “Guess I’m too perverted for my own good, eh?”

“I wouldn’t have you any other way, you cow,” Jess said, then broke their embrace. “You’re going to be late if you don’t get a move on. Remember, you were going to send your girls over. Don’t tell them what it’s about, though – let it be a surprise. And hurry back yourself – soon as you can!” They shared a kiss, then Rachel was gone.

Perching on the arm of the sofa, Jess patiently waited. A minute later, there was a knock on the door.

Jess opened it, mindful of her complete lack of clothing. As she closed the door behind Bella and Cindy, they stared at her, both visibly excited.

“Morning, girls. We have a lovely surprise waiting for you upstairs.”

Eventually coming, we humbly swear: Chapter Thirty-Two!


Ripples, Chapter 30

  • Posted on June 9, 2022 at 2:05 pm

A brief summary of what has transpired thus far, since the last chapter posted six fucking months ago. (To get a more detailed summary of the first 29 chapters, please see the Ripples Chapter Links… and for a detailed list of the many characters in this story, check out The Women and Girls of Ripples.)

Deep breath. Here goes…

Divorced mother Jessica has found a new identity as a lesbian, becoming the lover of her friend Rachel, as well as her three daughters Alice (12), Katie (9), and Poppy (7). At the same time, Rachel has found sexual intimacy with her own girls Bella (12) and Cindy (10), and they have all elected to come together as one big incestuous family.

Not long after that, Jessica’s younger sister Laura pays an unexpected visit and catches them all in the midst of their first family orgy. Despite her shock at what she saw, Laura was seduced later that night by the three youngest daughters, and is struggling with her feelings about the whole affair.

Recently, Jess took her daughters to visit an acquaintance, Stella, for an afternoon barbecue. Stella’s twin daughters Sienna and Lacey (both fourteen) flirted shamelessly with Jessica and her girls, while Stella and Jessica’s daughter Alice immediately sensed a powerful attraction to one another.

As it transpires, Stella is a member of a secret society of local women who enjoy lesbian sex — especially with younger girls, including their daughters. Now that Jess has officially come out, Stella is looking to make her a member. She has taken a careful first step by inviting Jessica’s oldest girl Alice to a sleepover with her own daughters.

While this is taking place, Jessica’s sister Laura is dropping by for a long-awaited visit. And that, cats and kittens, is where our saga picks up its thread…


by Sapphmore and  JetBoy

As Stella was pulling into the driveway of her home with Alice in the passenger’s seat, Jessica was at home making preparations for dinner with her sister Laura. She’d whipped up a quick tomato, olive and caper sauce to accompany the gnocchi, which she’d bought fresh from Nico’s deli rather than make it herself, preferring to spend that time taking a leisurely bath.

Laura had phoned her up mid-afternoon, while Jessica was still pottering about in her bathrobe. “Hello, Jess… I just stopped for petrol, and thought I’d call to let you know that I’m about halfway there. Should be arriving around six.”

“Right on schedule, then,” Jessica replied, glancing at her watch. “Don’t eat anything on the way, little sister. I’m fixing dinner.”

“Oooh, and I had my heart set on a microwaved hot dog.”

“Ha bloody ha. See you at six.”

A moment’s silence, then: “Jess? I… I’m really looking forward to this evening. Just wanted you to know that.”

Feeling that familiar thrum of desire, Jessica smiled. “Me too, Laur. Ever since your last visit, I’ve been thinking about you.”

About your mouth, she silently added. Your hands, your fingers. About your breasts, that yummy arse. Your legs. Your cunt. Every inch of that ripe, lovely body. I saw you naked on your last visit, after we found you in bed with the girls… and the memory of it still lingers. I want you, Laura. I want to fuck my sister.

“Well, I guess I ought to, er, get going,” Laura said, a slight tremor in her voice.”Don’t want to hit traffic, after all. See you soon. Love you.”

“Love you, too. Bye.”

Placing her phone on the coffee table, Jess seated herself. Good thing I’ve not got dressed yet… I’d have needed to swap out my knickers for a dry pair. She felt a strong urge to masturbate, but had no intention of doing so, preferring to save her appetite for Laura’s arrival.

At some point, Alice phoned to let her mum know she was at Stella’s, taking a moment to gush about what a lovely day she’d spent at the art gallery. She’d also dropped a hint or two that her hopes of having sex that evening with Stella’s twin daughters – perhaps even with Stella! – were very likely to be realised. Wishing her twelve-year-old the best of luck, Jessica bid Alice goodnight.

Moments after that call, it was Rachel’s turn to ring Jess up. “I’m home, lover,” she said. “You can bring Katie and Poppy over any time.”

Jessica’s two youngest were disappointed to be missing out on an opportunity to see Aunt Laura – and, perhaps even share her bed again. However, the chance to spend a night with their mum’s lover Rachel and her daughters quickly smoothed over any wounded feelings. These days, the two families had more or less merged into a single one, differing from most in that the women and girls of this particular family were all sexually intimate. Poppy and Katie had both been with Rachel, but neither had ever spent the night with her… and they liked the idea of having sexy fun with their second mum and new sisters at a sleepover. It made them feel like grown-ups.

Jess walked the girls across the road to Rachel’s, telling them to have a good time, to which they responded with a giggle and Katie saying, “Oh, we will,” accompanied by a twitch of that pert little bum of hers, the kind that made Jess want to tug her nine-year-old’s shorts and knickers down, then bury her face between those petal-soft cheeks.

Rachel’s daughters Bella and Cindy greeted the girls with hugs, then scampered away with them into the kitchen, “We’re making pizza!” Cindy announced just before they disappeared.

“Don’t leave a mess!” Rachel called as she watched the girls rush off, then turned to Jess, shaking her head. “It’ll look like a sodding hurricane went through by the time they’re done.” Reaching for her lover’s hand, she gave it a squeeze. “How are you doing, then? Ready for a hot, sweaty romp with your sister?”

“Gasping for it,” Jess replied. “And after speaking with Laura a few minutes ago, I’m fairly certain she wants it as much as I do.”

Rachel rolled her eyes. “‘Fairly certain’, she says. Listen, I saw how she looked at you when we caught her with the girls. I’d bet Laura’s been crushing on you since she first started liking girls.”

“If she felt that way back then, I certainly never knew,” Jess replied with a shrug. “Wonder what I’d have done if she’d made a play for me when I was, oh, sixteen or so? Anyhow, what matters is how she feels now.”

Slipping an arm round Jessica’s waist, Rachel murmured, “Pay close attention when you fuck her… I’ll want all the details.” Exchanging smiles, they drifted together in a long, heated kiss.

A ripple of laughter was heard from the kitchen, and the two lovers broke apart to glance in that direction. “It’s going to be a hell of a night,” said Rachel. “In bed with four little girls at once! I’ll be one well-fucked lesbian when the sun comes up.”

“You don’t know what you’re letting yourself in for,” Jess said with a wry grin. “By the time that lot is done with you, you probably won’t be able to walk.”

“Then I’ll go round on all fours… it’ll be worth it, believe me,” Rachel replied. “I’ve got some fun and games planned that should really get the girls hot and juicy.”

Jess parted her lips to speak, then shook her head instead. “I’m not even going to ask.”

“I’ll tell you this much: the last time I was with Poppy, she got four fingers into my bumhole… Tonight, I hope to take her whole hand.”

“Dirty cow,” said Jessica with a snort of laughter. “I’d best get back home before you corrupt my delicate sensibilities.”

“Ha – that ship’s long sailed!” They kissed briefly and said their goodbyes, then Jess returned home to finish getting ready.

Trawling through her lingerie drawers, she looked through gauzy panties, silken bras, sexy stockings and more, all top-line items from her shop. Funny thing, she thought. I bought most of these things to impress men – Mark, or the handful of guys I went out with after the divorce – and none of them were worth the bother. Now I’m making myself look hot and fuckable for my own sister. 

Jess felt a delicious shiver of anticipation when she found the pieces that always got a strong reaction from her ex. Before he moved onto pastures new, she told herself, stripping off her t-shirt and sweatpants. His bloody loss.

Now nude, she slipped into a lime-green quarter-cup bra that maximised her firm breasts, but did nothing to conceal her already aroused nipples, followed by micro-thin panties, a garter belt and ultra-sheer stockings. Fastening the garter clips, she turned to the wardrobe where her best dresses were kept, the ones reserved for special occasions.

She searched through the rack before settling on a short body-hugging dress with a zip front from top to bottom that she only ever wore when her objective was a romp in the sack. She finished off the look with high heels – not very practical for moving around a kitchen with pots of hot water and pasta sauce, but tonight, practicality was going out the window in favour of out-and-out seduction.

Appraising the image in the mirror, she nodded in approval, then made her way downstairs.

As she checked the kitchen wall clock, the doorbell rang. She quickly checked the sauce and turned the water on for the pasta, keen to get dinner out of the way quickly. Hastening to the front door, she opened it to greet her sister – who was almost unrecognisable from the Lara Croft lookalike of her last visit, the night she accidentally interrupted the family orgy.

Jessica’s heart jumped as she took in Laura’s emerald green satin blouse and how it set off her copper hair, now loose instead of constrained in a ponytail. Her eyes travelled down to take in the short burgundy leather miniskirt that set her sister’s legs off beautifully – then widened when she noticed that Laura had even worn high heels for the occasion.

In turn, Laura was enthralled by Jessica’s elegant, yet sexy ensemble, but she was first to recover. With a wry smile, she murmured, “Well, Jess… are you just going to stare at me all night or invite me in?”

Standing aside, Jess gestured her sister indoors. “Sorry, sis. I guess it’s been a long time since I’ve seen you in anything but baggy shirts, jeans and trainers.”

“Well, as my big sister owns a fashion store, I thought I’d make an effort.”

“And you’ve scrubbed up very nicely.”

Looking Jessica up and down, admiring her womanly curves, Laura looked into her big sister’s eyes before responding, “And you look amazing… as always.”

Moving towards Laura, Jess planted kisses on both her cheeks, followed by a warm embrace, the kind they’d shared many times before. For a moment as they parted, they looked into each other’s eyes, then Jess reached out to cup her little sister’s face and placed a gentle but more than sisterly kiss on her lips, letting it linger.

Laura flushed a little as they drifted apart, then held up a bottle of wine. “Um, I brought this.”

“Ah, so that’s why you only hugged me with one arm.” Jess accepted the bottle and, out of habit, checked the label. “My, my… a 1985 Montepulciano!”

“Is that okay? My boss gave it to me. Knowing how much you love Italian wine, I figured we could share it.”

“Well, she must be very satisfied with your work. From what I remember in those classes I took, this is an excellent vintage, and should go nicely with the pasta sauce I’ve made. Come into the kitchen, it’s nearly ready.”

“Feels like I haven’t been to dinner here for ages,” said Laura. “Unless someone takes me out while I’m on assignment, I tend to get takeaways. Which is why I have to spend so much time at the bloody gym!”

As Jess went to the stove to check the sauce, Laura leaned back against the island glancing round to note the dinner table, set formally for two with candles flickering. “Aren’t the girls joining us?”

“No, Alice spent the day on work experience at Stella’s gallery, and is having a sleepover with her twins. Katie and Poppy are staying over at Rachel’s.” She turned round to face her sister. “I wanted it to be just us, so we could have a nice quiet dinner together and catch up.”

Laura felt an unexpected twinge of disappointment when she realised that another round of sex with her nieces wasn’t on the cards. That, however, was quickly replaced by excited anticipation as she imagined what her big sister had planned for their evening. “Oh, okay… I suppose we do have stuff to talk about.”

“But not just yet,” Jessica insisted. “First, let’s enjoy our dinner and get caught up on what we’ve each been doing for the last three months.” Turning to Laura, she hugged her again. “I’ve missed you, sis; so have the girls. And when Mum gets back from her cruise next week, we’ll all be together again.”

Laura was about to ask Jess what she was going to tell their mother about her new relationship with Rachel, then completely forgot to – because as Jessica returned to the stove, Laura took in sight of the woman rather than her sister.

She’d already noticed Jessica’s prominent nipples, clearly outlined through that tight dress. Then as her big sister turned back to the stove, Laura’s eyes were drawn to the curve of her bum, barely constrained by the clingy material. She glanced down further, taking in those long, lovely legs.

As she admired the view, Jess bent to open a cupboard and pull out a colander, exposing the dark band of stocking tops that prompted a sharp drawing of breath from Laura.

Straightening up, Jessica lifted the large pot from the stove, carrying it to the sink to drain the gnocchi. As she turned back to dish up the first serving, she noticed where Laura’s eyes were centred.

Jess arched an eyebrow. “Now who’s staring?”

Flustered at being caught, Laura’s cheeks reddened. “Sorry Jess, I was just thinking… how fucking great you look for a mother of three kids. Christ – you’re more beautiful than ever!”

Jess just smiled.

They ate dinner and chatted like any other sisters who haven’t seen each other for a while. Jess wanted to hold off any discussion where sex might rear its head until later, when they were sitting comfortably over the wine, so she appreciated it when Laura asked about how her business was doing. Jess talked about how she was considering expanding into another store, then they chatted for a bit about the local council meetings and their debates over planning decisions.

As Laura had been away while their mother was on her cruise, she’d only managed the odd phone call, so Jess gave her an update of their mum’s trip and all the lovely places she’d visited, while they enjoyed a Limoncello cheesecake dessert – also purchased at Nico’s. Afterwards, they cleared the table and put everything in the dishwasher, then went into the lounge to relax, grabbing wine glasses and the bottle along the way.

As Laura took a seat on the sofa, Jess positioned herself at the opposite end. Slipping off her shoes, she turned to Laura and drew her legs up and onto the seat, hoping that her sister’s eyes would be drawn to the enticing shadows beneath her dress.

Settling in, Jess asked Laura about her latest assignment, the one where she’d written a lengthy article about the recent phenomenon of large, invitation-only parties for lesbians. Having read and enjoyed the piece, Jess had begun to wonder if she might like to take part in such an event, now she was comfortable with her identity as an out lesbian.

“Do they ever hold those sorts of parties in England?” she casually asked.

Laura shrugged. “Sure. You just need the right contacts to get an invite. The membership fees are insane, though.”

“Tell me this, little sister: while you were covering this story, did you ever happen to… take part in the proceedings?”

Briefly hesitating, Laura chose to be frank. “Well, I am an outsider, and have to keep things professional. But there was one party in Paris…”

At Jessica’s urging, Laura told her about the threesome she’d participated in with the businesswoman and the party hostess. She didn’t go into much detail at first but, as her sister pressed for more, she ended up divulging the story in explicit detail, which only fed the fire in Jessica’s eyes.

Then it was Jessica’s turn to share her story, about how she turned from a model wife to a lesbian who has sex with her own daughters. She told it all, too – starting with the night when she and Rachel watched an all-woman porn film and masturbated together, not knowing that her oldest daughter Alice was spying on them. Jess went on to describe how Alice, despite a near-complete lack of experience, had somehow managed to seduce her, then how she’d gone on to bring her younger sisters into the sexual games.

“Now, while that was going on, Rachel and I were having it off, too… and she was enticing her daughters into bed.”

“Did you know about that at the time?” Laura asked, conscious of a rising heat between her legs.

“Oh, yes. There were no secrets between us. We encouraged each other, you see. That’s when Rachel and I decided to make a go of it as a real couple.”

“With all your daughters joining in.”

“That came a bit later, after all the girls became involved,” said Jess, “but yes, that was what we wanted. The night you caught us was the first time we came together as a… a family of lovers.” She decided not to tell her sister just yet about their activities outside the extended family, including what Alice was up to right then at Stella’s place. Don’t want to give her too much to think about, Jess told herself.

Laura stared at her sister as though she’d become a complete stranger. “Wow. I mean… even weeks later, I don’t know what to think about this. It’s one thing to switch sides later in life, or when a marriage fails, but to go from what you had with Mark to a – an entire family of lesbian lovers, little girls included? In three bloody months?”

Sensing the conversation was steering the mood in the wrong direction, Jess brought it back to the morning after the family orgy. “Believe me, Laura, I’m as shocked as you in how far I’ve come… we’ve come, in such a short time. I fought with the idea of making love to Alice, and it took a long time before I was comfortable with letting Katie and Poppy get involved.

“But it made our family bond even stronger… and the girls are happier and more confident than I’ve ever seen them. You got to see that first hand, the last time you were here – remember?”

Laura did remember – and a shiver ran through her at the mention of how she’d been seduced by her two youngest nieces and Rachel’s daughter Cindy, each of them less than ten years old. She had given herself over completely, too, revelling in their heated lovemaking. The idea of sex with a little girl had never crossed her mind before, but being with these three young lovelies had Laura drunk with passion. Weeks later, the memory of going down on seven-year-old Poppy was crisp and clear, as if the taste still lingered on her lips.

Since then, Laura had been on an emotional see-saw, veering from the guilt she felt at having molested underage girls – only made worse by her blood relation to Katie and Poppy – to a wild, heedless appetite for more of the same. And as the days passed, Laura’s desire was beginning to win out over her shame. She masturbated constantly to memories of that incredible night of forbidden love… and found herself responding to the sight of other underage girls.

Like at the gym pool last week – that little blonde, not a day over eleven, wearing what had to be her very first bikini… She remembered getting out of the pool herself when the girl did, hoping to get a glimpse of her naked in the open changing area.

Thrusting the memory away, Laura said, “I know Jess, I know. I can’t claim any moral high ground, not after what I did with the girls… but it’s still a lot for me to take in. Since… what happened with the girls, I can’t stop thinking about it. Christ, it might well the best sex I ever had, but that doesn’t make it right. Half of me wants more – probably more than half, if truth be told, but I can’t stop worrying about the consequences. I mean, do you have any idea what would happen if someone found out and grassed on you? You’d lose the girls for certain, maybe go to prison.”

Jess slowly nodded. “I know all that, but it’s not as if we’re snogging our daughters at the school gates. We told the girls right at the start that they mustn’t do or say anything about what we do behind closed doors, and they understand completely.”

Reaching out, she took Laura’s hand. “What we have is something special… and we all want you to be a part of it, especially the girls. Look, Laura, we’re not pushing you into anything you’re not comfortable with. I saw something in your eyes when Rachel and I burst in on you, and I’m not just talking about the girls.”

To add weight to her words, Jess casually stretched one leg, watching her sister’s eyes flicker down as she caught sight of the pale thighs just above those sexy stockings.

“We both noticed how you looked at me when I was standing naked in front of you. Rachel said afterwards that you clearly wanted to make love to me, right there and then.”

Suddenly unable to meet her big sister’s eyes, Laura stared down at her hand, which Jess was cradling in her lap. Taking a deep breath, she spoke. “I don’t know what came over me, Jess, but seeing you standing there in all your glory… it brought back memories of when we were younger, and when I realised I might be gay. You were the perfect girl, and I was a tomboy. I used to steal glimpses of you, and it gave me feelings that I didn’t understand… feelings that frightened me.”

Laura told Jess about how she’d started experimenting with girls at university, when that kind of thing was becoming more commonly accepted. She did sleep with a man now and then, but then one of the older female lecturers came onto her, they started a secret relationship, and that was when Laura decided she was a lesbian. She soon found herself gravitating towards older women, but still harboured a secret longing for her big sister.

“I suppose I’d wanted you for a long time, before I even recognised my sexuality,” she continued, “but it wasn’t until this one night that I understood my true feelings.” She paused, sighed. “I was taking a break from studying, looking through my photo album… and found a snap of you in that dark blue swimsuit you used to have. Remember?”

Jess smiled. “I certainly do.”

“Something about that picture… well, it really hit me where I live. Before I knew it, I was flat on my back with a hand buried in my knickers, caught up in this crazy fantasy of fucking you.” She slumped back into the sofa. “I came so hard that… that I cried afterwards.” She looked up at Jess, giving her sister a sad smile. “I’ve wanted you ever since.”

Jessica had listened intently, then after a moment’s silence, reached out to place her wine glass on the coffee table. Swinging her legs off the sofa, she stood up and looked down at Laura, reaching out to her. Laura allowed Jess to pull her up until they stood facing each other. As she’d done when her sister first arrived, Jess put a hand under Laura’s chin and placed a gentle but sensuous kiss on her lips.

Laura’s hands hung limply by her side as she let herself be kissed, and after a few seconds, Jess broke away to see her little sister swaying ever so slightly where she stood, eyes still closed as if in a trance. With a satisfied smile, she moved in to nuzzle Laura’s ear, then whispered, “Well, I think it’s time we made your crazy fantasy come true.”

Taking Laura’s hand, Jess led her sister out of the room and up the stairs. Meekly allowing herself to be led, Laura was brought into the bedroom, to the foot of Jessica’s bed. Without breaking eye contact, Jess reached for Laura’s blouse and slowly unfastened each button, then slipped both hands inside to slip it off her sister’s shoulders, letting it fall down her arms and to the floor, revealing a pretty dark green lace bra.

“Very nice,” Jess purred. She ran both thumbs over the hardened nipples and felt Laura shiver.

Still holding her sister’s gaze, Jess moved closer until their breasts were touching. She reached behind to grasp the zip of Laura’s leather mini, tugging it down until the sexy skirt dropped to the floor. Taking a couple of steps back, Jessica appraised her little sister as a lover for the first time.

Laura stood nervously, as though auditioning for a movie role. She congratulated herself for choosing decent lingerie for her date with Jess. Much of her nicest underwear had been gifts from lovers, but since spending so much time among glamorous lesbians on her last couple of assignments, Laura had begun to build her own collection of intimate apparel.

Jess slid her fingers beneath the straps of the green bra, slipping them over Laura’s shoulders, then reached back to undo the clasp, pulling the flimsy garment forward to uncover small but shapely breasts that Laura always wished had been bigger. Finally breaking eye contact, Jess looked down at Laura’s body. She dipped her head but, instead of kissing Laura’s mouth, bent lower to nuzzle her sister’s neck, tracing a line with lips and tongue over the collarbone, then trailing petal-light kisses downward until she reached the younger woman’s breasts. As Jess flicked lightly at an engorged nipple with the tip of her tongue, Laura’s head fell back and her breathing became ragged, her chest heaving, nerves jangling like a first-timer.

Jessica continued her slow journey down the terrace of Laura’s ribs until she reached the flat, toned tummy. Dropping to one knee, she grasped the waistband of the matching green panties, her tongue following their descent as she eased them down.

As those already damp knickers slid past Laura’s knees and fell to the floor, Jess helped her sister to step out of them, leaving Laura naked, legs parted. Running her hands back up her sister’s toned thighs, Jessica used both thumbs to spread her labia apart, exposing the hooded clitoris. Jess glanced up to see Laura staring down at her, then moved in to flick her tongue against the pink morsel.

Despite it being the lightest, most fleeting contact imaginable, Laura jerked and inhaled sharply, clutching at Jessica’s head with both hands. Intent on prolonging her sister’s frantic need for release, Jess held back, resisting the pressure of the hands that now urged her in. Instead, she pulled away, rising to her feet.

Laura felt a jolt of panic, suddenly afraid that Jess had changed her mind. She relaxed somewhat at the sight of her sister’s smile, but still found Jessica’s behaviour puzzling.

Is she teasing me? Laura wondered. Anticipation of this long-desired reunion with Jess had only sharpened her appetite, leaving her desperate for the sweet oblivion of orgasm.

Jess leaned in for another kiss, but rather than the gentle caress of the previous kisses, she now crushed her mouth against Laura’s, forcing a probing tongue between her sibling’s parted lips. Now Laura responded, using the years of experience gained from the many women she’d been with – throwing both arms around Jessica’s neck as if to make sure she couldn’t get away.

After a couple of minutes of feverish kissing, they broke for air. By then, Laura was almost panting for breath, more from her excitement than any physical reaction. As Jess moved back, Laura reached for the zip on her sister’s dress with hands made clumsy by lust. “Now you,” she said.

But Jess seized her wrists. “Uh-uh. Patience, lover.” She took a few steps back, amused at the dismay on Laura’s face. Taking hold of the zip herself, she drew it down as slowly as possible while her sister watched.

As the dress parted, Laura could see the bright green of the barely-there bra, followed what seemed like minutes later by the matching panties and garter belt. Eventually Jess shrugged her shoulders and the dress slid off. As it fell to the carpet, Laura drank in the vision of mature beauty that stood before her. She made a move forward, but Jess raised a hand to halt her in mid-step.

Reaching down to the waistband of her panties, Jessica pushed them down a couple of inches to expose a perfectly manicured triangle of close-cut pubes, then further, displaying the cleft of her sex. She gently tugged at her labia with one hand while she dipped a finger into the crevice below, sliding it down, curving the tip inside before withdrawing. Laura could only stare as Jess raised the hand to her mouth, extending her tongue to trail it along the length of the glistening finger, then closed her lips around it to suck like a peppermint stick.

Almost without thinking, Laura slid a hand down to her own shaved cunt, but started as Jess exclaimed, “No! No touching yet… just watch.”

The younger sister narrowed her eyes. “What the actual fuck, Jess? I’m not some stranger you picked up in a pub. We both want this… what’s with all the bloody teasing?”

Jess smiled. “Well, sis, you’ve waited all these years to get me between the sheets, so another couple of minutes won’t kill you. I’ve learned a few things since Rachel and I fucked for the first time. Now behave yourself, and you’ll get your treat soon enough.”

“Oh… fine,” Laura muttered, then nodded. She was used to being the passive partner in relationships with her older lovers, so doing the same with her older sister didn’t feel especially strange. Taking a deep breath to still her restless energy, she let both hands fall to her sides awaiting Jessica’s next move.

Pleased to see Laura accept the situation, Jess smiled. Oh, she felt a hint of some guilt for tormenting her sister this way, but the chance to reprise the role she and Rachel had played with Sally and Millie the week before was too delicious to pass up. She could see the fire and yearning in Laura’s eyes, and it turned her on something fierce. Still, I shouldn’t torment her any more, poor thing.

She dipped her hand again, this time sliding two fingers into her sodden cunt, then began to fuck herself, plunging in and out to coat them in warm, thick nectar. But before her pleasure could reach the point of no return, Jess withdrew her hand, then extended it to her sister.

Laura immediately seized her sister’s wrist, determined that Jessica would not deny her this time. She took the wet, gleaming fingers into her hungry mouth, purring contentedly as she sucked them clean.

Jess slowly moved backwards, leading Laura along until she felt her legs touch the accent chair. Taking her hand back, she claimed her sister’s mouth in a hard, probing kiss. Abruptly breaking away, she fell back into the seat, sliding her bum to the chair’s edge. When their eyes met, Jess pushed her panties down a few inches further in open invitation.

Needing no further instruction, Laura dropped to her knees and wrenched the bottle-green knickers away with a hard tug, not caring a fig if she damaged them.

Her legs now free, Jess quickly hooked them over the arms of the chair, proffering her open cunt to Laura. Her sister didn’t hesitate, immediately burying her mouth in the juicy pink flesh to feast. The moist, messy sounds of cunnilingus filled the room.

Jess gasped as Laura’s tongue plunged in and out of her like a fat, slippery finger… then her sister was sucking at the dripping hole. Drinking from the holy grail, she thought, and the thought made her smile.

Caught up in a frenzy of lust, Laura went down on Jess with everything she had. She hadn’t expected to be teased, much less that her sister would be so goddamned good at it, and now she had something to prove. Years of repressed hunger for Jess had been held at bay by an assortment of relationships, some lasting, most fleeting. Now she was free to love her sister the way she’d longed to, ever since she began to struggle with her feelings for other girls. And she was first, Laura reminded herself. Jess helped me understand myself, who I really was. And now, after all this time, I’m making her mine.

Laura brought all her best oral tricks into play as she made love to Jessica – swirling her tongue around inside the vagina, nibbling at the erect clitoris, bathing the vulva in long trailing licks, darting down to tease the rosebud and more. Then she brought her fingers into the action – stimulating one spot while her mouth and tongue serviced another, then shifting tactics yet again.

All she wanted was to satisfy the object of her youthful dreams, the amazing woman who was now laid bare and open before her. My sister.

Jessica’s head was spinning from what felt like a myriad of mini-orgasms as Laura did unimaginable things with her mouth, lips, even teeth, probing both holes with fingers and tongue. She clutched Laura’s head, fingers wound into her younger sister’s coppery mane. If she stops now, Jess told herself, I’ll bloody well strangle her.

After what seemed like an age of relentless stimulation, Jess could no longer hold back – and with a loud, hoarse cry, she came. Her body jerked violently, then she trembled as if in the grip of a seizure.

Unable to keep pleasuring Jess with her mouth, Laura sat back on her haunches, catching her breath as she used two fingers to stimulate her lover’s clit, observing the throes of her sister’s ecstasy with a satisfied smirk. Then she licked her lips, savouring the traces of pussy that coated them.

As Jessica’s climax subsided, she opened her eyes to see Laura sitting at her feet. With a sleepy smile, she mumbled. “My goodness… you really have been bottling that up for a while, baby sister.”

“More than fifteen years,” Laura said. “It was worth the wait.”

Jess felt for her sister’s hand, squeezed it. “I love you, Laura.”

“I love you too,” Laura whispered, bending down to Jessica’s knee, brushing it with her lips. Enticed all over again by the thick, rich scent of her sister’s pussy, Laura began to slowly kiss a pathway up the sheer nylon until she reached the silky-smooth thigh. Continuing upwards, she paused briefly to adorn that lovely cunt with a tongue kiss, getting another taste of Jess before moving on to nuzzle her soft tummy. From there, Laura made her way up to those shapely breasts, the ones she’d envied since puberty, and buried her face in their softness.

When she finally looked up and met her big sister’s gaze, Jess cupped Laura’s chin, drawing her into a loving kiss that lasted a long, lovely while.

Finally, Jess broke away, “Does this mean you want to join us? To be a part of our… special family?”

Laura shrugged. “How can I not? I’ve wanted this for years. Well, you, I mean, but everything else is just icing on the cake, far as I’m concerned. I want to make love with the girls again – only this time, with Alice included. I’d definitely be into fucking Rachel as well. But Christ almighty, how am I going to find time to do any sodding work in the midst of this non-stop sexfest?” She laughed, her cheeks slightly flushed. “God only knows what other kinky stuff you’ll have me trying – but yeah, I’m in.”

“I know Rachel can’t wait to fuck you… and Alice is still peeved that she never got the chance when you were here last. But before any of that happens, it’s my turn.”

Pushing herself up from the chair, Jess reached behind to unhook her bra, then bent down to remove the suspenders and belt, carelessly tossing these fine things to one side. Kneeling before her sister, Laura rolled the sexy stockings down, and Jess lifted each foot in turn so they could be slipped off.

Taking Laura’s hand, Jess helped her to rise, then sent the younger woman falling back onto the bed with a nudge. Laura propped herself up on both elbows, her thighs wide apart, ready for anything.

Now Jess was the one kneeling, moistening her lips at the sight of her sister’s open slit, watching a trickle of nectar oozing down and into the crack of Laura’s arse. ”God, little sister… you have a beautiful cunt,” she breathed.

Jessica took hold of Laura’s calves and raised them, draping a leg over each shoulder, then slowly drew closer. She inhaled deeply, drinking in the rich scent of her sister. Glancing up, she saw Laura watching.

“I haven’t been at this as long as you,” Jess said, “but I’ve learned a few things.” With that, she dipped her head down, taking the first taste of her little sister.

Her lovemaking was nothing like the lustful frenzy Laura had been caught up in. Jess wanted to fully savour the experience of going down on another family member for the first time. There was plenty to enjoy, too – the tart, intoxicating flavour of Laura’s pussy, its tart honey, flowing so thickly that Jess couldn’t capture it all, the liquid sounds of her mouth as she sucked and slurped at the juicy flesh.

She couldn’t resist the impulse to tease Laura just a bit more, taking her to the edge and easing back a few times until her sister was on the verge of a complete meltdown. Finally, Jess took Laura’s clit between her lips to suckle,  its rosy tip with a few rapid swipes of the tongue.

A hard shudder shook Laura’s body, then she screamed as her orgasm came down like a flash flood – smashing into the helpless lesbian, tossing her hither and yon, then carrying her away, finally depositing her wracked frame on a quiet shore.

Left winded and spent, Laura began to cry.

Jess stretched out alongside her sister, kissing the tears away. After a while she rose, went to the door to turn off the main light, then returned to the bed, leaving the room illuminated by the light of a single lamp. The two lovers lay on their sides sharing a gaze of pure adoration, then came together in a tender kiss.

Their passion roused once more, the sisters made love again, this time slowly, gently. Afterwards, physical and emotional exhaustion overtook them and they fell asleep, Jess cuddling Laura to her like a child.

On to Chapter Thirty-One!


Ripples, Chapter 29

  • Posted on December 3, 2021 at 3:50 pm

For a detailed list of the many characters in this story, check out The Women and Girls of Ripples


by Sapphmore &  JetBoy

Now that Sally and Millie had become lovers, thanks to the patient efforts of their mentors Rachel and Jessica, the two older women were ready to be pleasured themselves — especially Rachel, the only one of the group who had yet to come. She was clutching a strap-on cock, offering it to the girls.

Sally was first to move, reaching out for the bright pink sex toy, but then Millie spoke up. “Um, Sally?”

Pausing in mid-motion, Sally glanced back at her new girlfriend. “What’s up?”

Millie was blushing slightly as she said, “I know, um, that you wanna fuck Rachel… but before you do, can I eat her pussy? She’s the one who taught me all about bein’ a lesbian, y’know… I never got the chance to return the favour, and I’d really like to.”

“Oh, sure!” Sally said, then turned to Jessica. “Guess it’s you and me, then.”

“I’m fine with that,” Jess said, licking her lips.

Dropping the pink phallus on the bed, Rachel leaned back against the pillows and spread her legs apart. Noticing that Millie was just staring, she prompted, “Waiting for an engraved invitation, love?”

Millie started, then gave her head a brisk shake. “Sorry, Rachel,” she said, moving closer. “Your pussy, it’s beautiful.” She giggled. “Actually, I’m startin’ to think that I just like lookin’ at ladies’ cunts!” The eager teen laid down between Rachel’s splayed legs, ready and then some to claim her prize.

Over the next hour, the two women tutored their younger charges in the ways of lesbian love. Millie got to taste the object of her sapphic fantasies, then Jessica rode Sally’s face.

Two orgasms later, Sally enjoyed the new experience of fucking a woman with a strap-on, while on the receiving end of the slippery cock, Jess licked Millie’s cunt for the first time. Rachel was kneeling next to Sally, probing the young blonde’s anus with two fingers while they shared deep tongue kisses.

Eventually the two women and their students lay exhausted and slick with sweat, the heavy odour of sex pervaded the room. Jess recovered first, leaning over to place a light kiss on a spent Millie’s lips. Sally lay back, her chest rising and falling, the pink dildo jutting obscenely from her groin. Rachel had the toy in her mouth, savouring the familiar taste of her lover. Once she’d licked it clean, she crawled over to Jess and placed a tender kiss on the woman’s lips.

Jessica’s eyes drifted open. “You must have had enough by now, you randy cow!”

Rachel grinned. “Never.” Rolling onto her back, she pulled Jess on top of her.

They broke apart when Millie slowly rose from the bed, assisting an unsteady Sally. The girls stood hand in hand, exchanging affectionate glances. Nestling in each other’s arms, the two women smiled at their conquests, then each other, thoroughly pleased by how their scheme had played out.

Sally spoke. “Umm, Rachel, could I maybe… I mean we, me and Millie, um, borrow this?” She gestured down at the protruding cock, still fastened about her waist.

Rachel nodded, pointing at the cedar chest at the side of the bed. “Well, I do have quite a collection, as you can see.” Sally peered down into the toy box, awed by the dizzying array of sexual contraptions. “So let’s just call it a study aid, to assist you with your homework. Truth be told, Jessica and I usually go with one of the larger ones, ourselves. Maybe next time, we’ll move on from the training model and introduce you girls to something a bit more… challenging.”

The thought of that prospect sent a thrill running through both girls, and they shared an excited glance. Unbucking the straps, Sally removed the pink dildo, then carefully stashed it in her purse.

The women watched as Millie and Sally got back into their clothes, then Rachel stood and pulled two robes from hooks behind the door, tossing one to Jess. “We’ll see you to the front door,” she told the girls.

In the downstairs hall, kisses and embraces were exchanged all around.

“Thanks so much for the lessons,” Sally exclaimed as she hugged Jess.

“And for, um, hooking us up,” Millie added, giving Sally an adoring glance. “I never had this good a time with a bloke, that’s for sure!”

“Aw, thanks, love,” Sally said, leaning in to give her new girlfriend a gentle kiss.

Saying their goodbyes, the girls set off, turning to wave when they were halfway down the stairs, then headed on towards the street, whispering and giggling, still holding hands.

The women went back upstairs, and Jess shrugged out of the robe. She bent to pick up her skirt, but was interrupted by Rachel’s voice.

“And where do you think you’re going, Jessica Matthews?”

Jess turned to see her lover standing by the bed, her own robe carelessly discarded, holding up what looked like an eighteen-inch sausage with a cock head on each end.

“You’ve got to be kidding! We’ve just spent the last two hours shagging a couple of teenagers silly… and now, you want more?”

Rachel simply cocked an eyebrow.

With a devil-may-care shrug, Jess dropped the skirt. “What the hell, it’s my day off.”

First, they fucked. Then they made love.

An hour later, with Jess turning down the offer of a shower in favour of a long soak in her bath when she got home, they were dressed and sat in the kitchen drinking herbal tea.

“Almost forgot — I’ve a tidbit of news,” Jess began. “The last time we spoke, I mentioned that Stella rang to offer Alice the chance to spend this Saturday at her gallery… and to have a sleepover with the twins that same night.”

“Rachel nodded. “I remember… and from what you told me, I’d say that Stella’s got more than a lesson on the Italian Renaissance in store for your little sexpot.”

“Mmm. Anyhow, my sister Laura rang last night to ask if she can come over this weekend.”

“Oh? Well, that sounds promising.”

“I hope so. I’m sure Alice will be miffed about being away from home, seeing as she missed out before when the three little ones seduced Laura.”

“I remember,” Rachel sighed. “Fuck me, I’d love to have seen that little scenario unfold.”

“We caught the end of it, at least. Anyway, I wanted to spend some quality time with Laura on Saturday, so she and I can… well, make up for lost time, if you know what I mean. Would you mind?”

“Of course not, lover — as long as I get a rain check to join in on any hot sister-on-sister action.”

Jess hugged her. “If I do get into her knickers, you’ll be next in line. Here’s the thing, though — I came up with a way for you to get your jollies while I’m with Laura.”

Rachel’s eyes lit up. “Do tell.”

“Simple — we have Katie and Poppy drop by that same night for a sleepover with your girls.”

“My, my… you really know the way to a lesbian’s heart, don’t you? A night of fun and games with four little girls… yes, I think that just might be enough to keep my jealousy at bay. By the way, I was thinking that we really need to take you shopping for your own collection of sex toys, if only so you can finally bin that cheap shit plastic vibrator of yours.”

“You’re right — I’m long overdue for that. Where’d you get your gadgetry, then?”

“This discreet little shop near Covent Garden… I haven’t been for ages, but they’re still open for business, I checked. We could make a day of it — get a babysitter, take in a show and dinner, maybe stay overnight and test out your new sex gear.”

“Sounds good; I could ask Laura to stay with the girls… unless she decided that incest isn’t her thing after all.”

Rachel had that wicked glint in her eyes. “I don’t believe that for a bloody minute. I’ll guarantee you this: ever since that night with the girls, your sister has thought of precious little else. Not only that, I’m convinced she’s nursing a Godzilla-sized crush on you.”

“You think so? That’s certainly what I’m hoping for.”

“I know so. Remember how freaked out Laura was after we caught her with our kids?” Jess nodded. “I guess you were too busy calming her down to notice, but she was checking you out in a big way — and liking what she saw. It’s probably the first glimpse she got of big sister in the nude since… since figuring out she was queer. Christ almighty, I was half expecting her to reach out and start fingering you!”

Jess laughed. “Well, if things work out as they ought, we’ll be between the sheets soon enough. Then, while you and I are on our little sex toy excursion, Laura can get herself ravished by five underage girls.”

“Paradise on earth,” said Rachel, rolling her eyes heavenward.

Rising from her seat, Jess languidly stretched her limbs, still a bit achy from their vigorous workout in the bedroom. “I’d best be on my way. School’s out before long.”

“Catch you later, lover,” Rachel purred, giving Jess a wink.

They shared one last heated kiss, then Jessica made an exit, crossing the street to her home.

After a soothing bath, she barely had time for a cup of tea and a slice of cake before it was time to pick up the girls. After dinner, she told her daughters about Laura’s impending visit, and although the younger girls were disappointed they wouldn’t get to play with their auntie again, they were looking forward to visiting the other half of their family for a slumber party.

Alice was irked by the thought of missing out on the chance to spend time with her aunt — especially since, unlike her younger sisters, she had yet to explore sex with Laura. “Why’s she got to come on Saturday?” Alice pouted, still slouched at the dining table after Katie and Poppy had wandered upstairs, hand in hand.

Seating herself across from Alice, Jess said, “I know how much you’d love to be with your aunt, sweetie… but we don’t even know if Laura wants to join in our… our family activities. All I know is that she asked to get together so that she and I could talk. You wouldn’t want to pressure her for sex, would you?”

“Guess not,” Alice replied with a sigh.

“She’ll still be here when you get home from Stella’s, you know. I promise, if Laura is willing, you’ll be in bed with her that same night. In the meantime, why don’t you invite Bella to spend the night on Friday?”

Alice nodded, smiling once more. “I’ll do that. Thanks.” She rose, turned to go, then paused. “Um… if I get to do stuff with Aunt Laura, it doesn’t have to be just me in bed with her… I think it would be good if Katie and Poppy were there, too. And also you, Mum!”

Jess had to smile. “Come here, love,” she murmured, patting her thighs.

Nestling into Jessica’s lap, Alice glanced shyly at her mother. Slowly, gradually, they drifted together in a tender kiss that quickly mounted into much more.

They finally parted. “Have you done your homework?” Jess asked.

Alice grinned. “Took care of it already.”

“Well, before you phone Bella with the good news, why don’t you and I go upstairs and look in on your sisters? They’ve surely gotten out of their school uniforms by now… and I’m guessing that they’ll be in the mood for some stimulating company.”

“Sounds like a plan to me, Mum.”

Jess and Alice made their way up the stairs, casually shedding their clothes along the way.


That Friday night, Jess and her two younger daughters indulged in a round of gentle lovemaking, leaving their big sister alone with her girlfriend in the room next door. Poppy and Katie wanted to fetch the older girls and make the evening into a full-on sex party, but their mother vetoed the idea. “Let’s give Alice the chance to spend some private time with Bella,” Jessica told them.

“Can I lick your bum some more, then?” Poppy shyly asked.

“Of course you can, angel,” Jess replied, getting up on all fours. Within sixty seconds, they were pleasuring one another all over again.


Jess woke early on Saturday morning, went down to the kitchen to get breakfast started, then traipsed back upstairs to awaken the girls. Once everyone had showered, eaten and put on clothes, she walked Bella back across the road to Rachel’s. After kissing and thanking Jess, Bella went up to her room to read.

“How was it?” Rachel asked, gesturing toward the sofa. The two women seated themselves side by side. Rachel was wearing a dark blue dress that showcased her legs to impressive effect.

“Well, judging by the noises from Alice’s room, she and Bella had a marvelous time. Katie and Poppy spent the night with me, and we kept to ourselves — though I couldn’t resist stealing a quick peek at Bella and Alice through the bathroom door. I don’t know what videos our eldest girls have been watching, but they seem to have become quite creative in bed. Hopefully, they’ll try some of those new ideas out on us. How was your evening?”

Rachel gave a satisfied nod. “It was nice to spend some quality time with Cindy. My God, that girl is a wild animal in bed! Mark my words, she’s going to make some lesbian nymphomaniac very happy someday.” She snickered. “Until then, that little vixen is ours.”

“You’ll have to let me borrow her sometime. Listen, I’m taking Alice to the gallery, then the girls and I are doing the shopping. What time should I bring them over tonight?”

“I should be home from work around five-thirty… Hmmm, I’ll call you when I get in. It’ll give you more time to clear things up with Laura. Hopefully, she’s decided to join our little sex club.”

“After the number our clever little girls did on her, it’s hard to imagine that she wouldn’t want in. All I can say is that if she’s in the mood to fuck, I’ll damn well give her what she wants. After that, Alice has more or less laid claim to her… but let’s not count our chickens. Everything hinges on what Laura has to say to me, whatever that is.” Placing a hand on Rachel’s thigh, she allowed her fingertips to glide over her lover’s soft skin. “God, you look stunning in that dress. Are you wearing anything underneath?”

Rachel smirked. “That’s for me to know and you to find out.”

“Don’t tease me, wench,” Jess said, arching an eyebrow. “You know perfectly well that I have to pick up the girls in fifteen minutes.”

“Pity… and for the record, I’m completely bare beneath this dress.”

“Christ, you are brutal,” Jess sighed. “Listen, before I forget, I think we have another potential convert who’s thinking about dipping her toes in the lesbian pool.”

“Well, that’s a poetic image. Let me guess… Serena. She went home with that Karen Gregson at our girls’ night out, did she not?”

“Yes, and I’ve got to give her a call and get all the juicy details. It’s not her, though. It’s Caterina.”

Rachel gasped in surprise. “Your second in command? Are you joshing me?”

“It seems she’s not had much luck with men for a while, so I sort of suggested she think about dating a woman. Well, ever since I told her about you and me, she’s been doing a spot of online research, if you know what I mean. I think with a little guidance, Cat just might take the plunge.”

Rachel rolled her eyes. “Fuck me, Jess… do you intend to work your way through all your employees?”

“Oh, no, not me… my plate’s rather full right now. Hooking her up with Stella crossed my mind for about two seconds, but I think her twins would be a bit too hot for Cat to handle. I’m sure that Stella’s girls would adore that hot daughter of hers, though.”

“Cat’s daughter? Um…  Fiorella, right? Oh, yes, she is quite scrumptious. So what’s your idea about how to hook Caterina up?”

“Oh, I was thinking about taking her to another girls’ night out. Cat didn’t fancy using a dating site, as she’d rather cozy up to someone she already knew. Problem is, the only lesbians she knows are, well, you and me.”

“Well… we could give her some pointers, now we’ve had some experience in tutoring novice dykes.”

“Too close to home, love.” Jess glanced at her watch; clucked her tongue. “Oh, my — I really must be on my way.” She looked Rachel up and down again, nodding in appreciation. “You’ll have to wear that dress for me again someday, so I can strip it off you.”

With a brief but affectionate kiss, they parted, and Jess went back home to pick up the girls.

It was still early, but by the time they arrived at Stella’s gallery, she was just opening up for the day. Jess parked, then turned to Katie and Poppy. “You two wait in the car, okay? I’ll be back in a tick.”

“Okay, Mummy,” Katie replied.

A moment later, Jessica and Alice were at the front desk of the gallery greeting Stella, who wore a white blazer over a matching skirt. She greeted them with hugs, then kisses on both cheeks.

Alice was thrilled to be treated as an adult rather than a child, but found herself somewhat distracted as Stella bent to retrieve her glasses from the desk, the woman’s open blazer front making it clear that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

“Morning, Jess. Hello, Alice! I hope you’re going to enjoy yourself today. I have an artist coming in to show me some of her new pieces. Actually, you know her, Alice — it’s Reiko Shimizu, Azumi’s mum. You can tell me what you think of her work.”

Alice remembered the conversation with her mum about Azumi’s mother being a lesbian, just before she herself told Mum that she liked girls. “I’m really excited about today, yes… Azumi’s one of my friends and I’ve only ever seen photos of her mum’s work on a mobile.”

Watching Jessica closely, Stella said, “I’ll take really good care of Alice, don’t worry. I’ll bring her back on Sunday afternoon, if that’s okay.” She chuckled. “Knowing my girls, they’ll have her up all night. It’s like herding cats, trying to rouse them in the morning.”

The undertone of Stella’s comment and the twinkle in her eyes wasn’t lost on Jessica, She was already forming a mental image of that scene — the naked twins dozing peacefully, an equally nude Stella nestled between them. “That’s fine, Stel. My sister is visiting for a few days, so giving Alice a lift home would be very helpful.” Reaching for Stella’s hand, Jess gave it a squeeze. ”I really appreciate you doing this for my daughter.”

“Yes, thanks so much, Ms. Morrison!” said Alice.

“Believe me, the pleasure’s all mine,” Stella said, wearing a smile that spoke volumes. “And do call me Stella, Alice — everyone else does!”

Turning to Alice, Jess kissed her forehead and said, “Have a good time, sweetie,” followed by a wordless look meant to urge her daughter to be careful, then took her leave.

As Alice watched her mum get back in the car, she exchanged smiles and waves with her younger sisters in the back seat. While the girl was distracted, Stella looked appreciatively at her, liking what she saw — this blue-eyed, long-haired blonde, looking positively luscious in a short, colourful gypsy-style dress that set her bare legs off to impressive effect. Though only twelve, there was a certain presence about the girl that intrigued Stella, even stoked her growing lust. She could scarcely believe that this little honey was not yet a teenager.

As Alice turned back to Stella, a hint of a smile formed in the corner of her mouth as she caught the woman’s glance traveling up from her legs to her face. Good, she’s checking me out.

“Let’s put your bag in my office,” Stella said, “then I’ll show you around.” She walked quickly past Alice, mounting the stairs located at the rear of the gallery. She went a few steps ahead, suspecting that the girl’s attention would quickly be drawn to her bum — especially since Stella had elected to go without panties.

Unable to restrain her curiosity, she glanced back… sure enough, Alice was looking, wide-eyed with awe. Stella winked, flashing the same wry smile she’d seen on Alice’s face moments earlier.

Even though she’d been unable to resist the chance to tease Jessica’s daughter, she thought it best to approach the rest of the day with a more professional demeanour, and set about making Alice’s day one where she would actually learn something about the art dealer’s world.

Once Alice’s overnight bag was stashed in her office, Stella told her about some of the pieces she had before showing her round. Most of the upstairs was dedicated to storage, but in the centre of the large open space was a brightly lit long table, covered by cloths and filled with an array of tools and pots.

“This is where we do restoration work to prep some pieces for display or sale. Some of the painters don’t present their work as well as they might, so we sometimes put their canvases in a new frame. Other times we have cleaning, small repairs or touching up to do.” She pointed toward a door at the back. “That room is where we do some of the work that’s a bit messy; we have extractor fans to keep dust out. My team can do some of the work, but I commission experts for specialist jobs when I need them. You’ll see we have a lot of cameras and other security… at any given time there’s probably over a million pounds worth of art here.”

Alice was genuinely interested in the day-to-day workings of the gallery, impressing Stella with some very intelligent questions that had the woman forgetting, at least for the moment, her ulterior motive for offering the girl a ‘bring-your-friend’s-sexy-young-daughter-to-work-day’.

Upon returning to the downstairs area, Stella gestured toward another door at the back.

“That’s another workshop, one for the items too large to be carried upstairs. There’s also a small kitchen, where we sort the refreshments for invite-only events. If you look behind, up those other stairs, there’s a mezzanine level we use to display smaller collections.”

The tour concluded, Stella showed Alice her latest acquisitions. There were a few dozen paintings, a small photography exhibit, various sculpted works done in all manner of materials, and a room featuring ceramics and jewellery.

Alice was enthralled. “Oh, my… this is incredible. Where do you get everything?”

“Oh, that’s the fun part of owning a gallery. I’ve built up a lot of contacts and I get to travel a lot, especially around Europe — mainly France, Spain and my favourite, Italy. There’s London, of course, and a largeish artistic community in Cornwall. Sometimes a client asks for a particular piece that I’ll try to find. I negotiate with the artist or seller, then whack on my commission — plus expenses, of course.”

Glancing round, Alice asked, “Um… is there anything of yours here?”

Stella arched an eyebrow. “What makes you think I’m an artist?”

“Well, you sort of look like one; the way you dress and stuff.”

“Oh really, and how is that?” Stella responded, a little amused.

Alice was feeling nervous, hoping she hadn’t given offense. “Er, a bit like in the Sixties, like you see in the films from back then. I don’t mean that you’re, y’know, old-fashioned, though. I think you’re really cool!”

“That’s very perceptive of you, Alice. As a matter of fact, I got my art degree at Oxford, then spent a year in Florence and I do have a couple of pieces here, some at home. But to be honest, I haven’t painted in a long while; I just can’t find the time.”

“Can I see some of your stuff?”

“Of course. How about you, then? I know you like art, but do you paint or draw?”

“Well, I’ve done some drawings, and my art teacher says they’re good… but, I mean, she probably means good for a schoolgirl.”

“Hmm. Well, you’ll have to show me some of your work some time. After all, I’m the artist.”

A voice interrupted their conversation. “And a fine one indeed, Stella.”

Alice and Stella turned to see an elegantly dressed woman standing behind them, a younger woman next to her.

Stella moved towards the woman and they kissed cheeks. “Blanche, how are you?”

“Very well, thank you.” Turning to Alice, the woman said, “And this enchanting young lady is Jessica’s daughter Alice, if I’m not mistaken…?”

Surprised that the woman recognised her, Alice hastened to reply. “Um, yes, I am. Hi, Ms Turner.”

“Lovely to see you again. This,” Blanche nodded toward the woman at her side, “is my assistant Grace.” Alice and Grace exchanged nods. “Your sisters came to my daughters’ party a few weeks ago, but I haven’t seen you for some time. I must say, you’ve grown into a lovely young lady.”

“Thanks, Mrs Turner; that’s very nice of you. Um, is that dress from Mum’s shop? She’s always saying that you’re her best customer.”

Blanche laughed. “You are absolutely correct, sweet child… this is from your mother’s shop. She always has such beautiful things. So, Alice, are you thinking of becoming an artist?”

“Er, thinking about it, yes.”

Stella spoke. “Jessica mentioned that Alice was interested in art, so I suggested a day at the gallery.”

“Oh, how wonderful,” said Blanche, beaming. “So good to see successful women offering encouragement to our young girls.”

Turning to Alice, Stella said “Blanche is my best client too, Alice. Not only that, she has contacts all over Europe, people who have something to sell or who appreciate beautiful things.”

The look in Stella’s eyes hinted that there was some kind of hidden meaning behind those words, but Alice was too overwhelmed to put much thought into it.

“I assume you’ve come for your new piece, Blanche,” said Stella. “It’s in my office. Come with us, Alice; I think you’ll appreciate this.”

Soon Alice was seated on a luxurious leather sofa between Blanche and Grace, declining the offer of an espresso. Intrigued as she was by Blanche’s purchase, the twelve-year-old couldn’t help but feel somewhat light-headed in the presence of these beautiful women. She couldn’t stop thinking about Stella, completely naked under her dress, while Blanche’s low-cut blue number revealed the fullness of her breasts in a most tantalising way. Somehow, though, Alice was especially attracted to Grace, who had lustrous curly hair, enchanting blue eyes and a gently smiling mouth that seemed to be made for kisses.

Stop thinking about sex all the time! Alice admonished herself. God, you’re turning into a big pervert…

While the girl struggled with her arousal, Stella was unlocking a cabinet behind her desk, from which she extracted a large box, placing it on the coffee table. She slit the box open with a penknife, then reached inside to cautiously remove a heavily wrapped object. Slowly unwinding layer upon layer of bubble-wrap, paper and finally a sheet of soft cloth, Stella revealed a bronze sculpture about eighteen inches high.

The piece depicted three nude females, one standing with her head thrown back, resting both hands on the heads of two other smaller, much younger girls who knelt at her feet. Each of the little girls was embracing one of the older girl’s thighs with one arm, reaching up with the other to cup her bare breast.

Alice drew an intake of breath, mesmerised not just by the subject, but the sheer beauty of the forms. They seemed to move before her eyes, the kneeling girls embracing and nuzzling the standing woman, urging Alice to reach out, to leave her clothes behind and mingle with them.

Blanche had both hands clasped before her, as if she was worshipping the image, “Oh my, Stella… it’s divine. The photos you sent me don’t do it justice.” She glanced at the girl. “What do you think, Alice?”

Alice was staring at the statue, conscious of a growing warmth between her legs. Suddenly realising that Blanche was addressing her, she hesitantly answered. “It’s… beautiful. Almost alive.” She paused to think, then added, “They want something — the, the girls. And that wanting, it, um, feels really good.”

“Interesting,” Blanche said. “What is it that they want, then?”

They want to fuck, Alice thought. Isn’t it obvious? She imagined herself in that same position, with an equally nude Katie and Poppy nuzzling her legs. Still gazing at the bronze, she quietly said, “Love.”

She glanced up, only to find all three women looking at her. For a thrilling moment she felt like a gazelle cornered by hungry predators, then their faces broke into approving smiles.

Stella broke the silence. “Well, not exactly a Sunday Times art critic assessment, but I couldn’t have put it better myself.” She touched the girl’s shoulder. “Well spoken, Alice.”

That was when Grace extended a hand to display her watch. “I’m sorry, Blanche,” she said, wincing slightly, “but we need to get going if you want to make the board meeting on time.”

Lowering her voice to a murmur, pretending to keep her assistant from hearing, Blanche leaned in to Alice and said, “Grace orders me around like a staff sergeant, but I’d never get a thing done without her. Mind you, I would never tell her that, else she’d ask for a raise.”

Everyone laughed, Grace included. Her eyes met Alice’s, and she gave the twelve-year-old a warm, knowing smile.

Alice quickly looked away, feeling her face grow hot. Luckily, Blanche’s attention had shifted to the bronze, and neither she nor Stella noticed the girl’s embarrassment.

“Stella, darling… I simply must go to this meeting, and I’d prefer not to leave this exquisite piece in the car. Would you mind holding on to it for me?”

“Not at all, Blanche. Tell you what — I’ll bring it over Sunday night, after I take Alice home. She’s having a sleepover with the twins tonight, you see.”

“Oh, really? Now, that sounds like fun.” Once more, the elegantly dressed Blanche turned to Alice. “You know, I have quite a few other pieces of art at my home, and I do love to show them. Perhaps you’d like to come over for tea some time…?”

Alice couldn’t help but smile. Wow, this day just keeps getting better! “Thank you, Ms Turner… I’d like that very much.”

Resting a hand on Alice’s knee, Blanche smiled. “I’ll get Grace to check my schedule and call Jessica in a couple of days.

“She does have a very impressive collection,” Stella said. “I ought to know, too — the lion’s share of them came from this shop.”

“Actually, I obtained a stunning canvas you’ve not seen yet,” Blanche said. “One from the Oswald Richter gallery. I look forward to showing it to you, Stella. The model is this gorgeous adolescent Thai girl–” Suddenly noticing the composed expression on the face of her assistant, Blanche quickly got to her feet. “But I’ve really got to go now, before Grace seizes my leg and drags me out. It was lovely to see you again, Alice. Enjoy your day, and your sleepover. I’ll call you later, Stella.”

As Blanche and Grace each hugged Stella in turn, Alice gazed thoughtfully at the sculpture. She knew that Mrs Turner was married to some property bigwig, but the bronze hinted at a possible interest in lesbian erotica. Also, was she maybe… flirting with me a little bit? She was still wondering about that as the two women made their exit, briefly pausing to wave through the open doorway.

Stella re-wrapped the statue and returned it to the box, then led Alice back into the gallery. There she continued the girl’s education, explaining where she’d bought the artworks and, in some cases, their historical origin.

As they stood back and listened as one of the gallery employees presented a large metal sculpture to a possible customer, a smartly-dressed young woman came up to tell Stella that Reiko Shimizu had arrived and was waiting in the rear workshop. With a soft, “Thanks, Gillian,” Stella immediately headed in that direction, Alice close behind, Gillian bringing up the rear.

Upon entering the workshop, Alice gave a bashful smile when she saw Reiko — the mother of her good friend Azumi, and the first out lesbian she’d ever known. Stella gave the diminutive Japanese woman a warm greeting, then Reiko noticed Alice.

Hello, Alice… what a good surprise! Are you working here on — what do they call it? A… a internship?”

“Hello, Ms Shimizu. No, um, Stella is letting me spend the day here learning about art. She said you were coming in, and I’d get to see your new work.”

Reiko smiled. “Well, I hope you like it.”

As Gillian, the assistant, helped Reiko unpack and set up her canvases, Stella turned to Alice.

“You know, most visual artists stick to one medium, such as painting or sculpture and so on, but Reiko is skilled at whatever she turns her hand to. Her canvases are beautiful and striking, and her photographs always seem to capture the essence of the subject, but she can just as easily turn her hand to sculpture or jewellery… and I’ve no doubt that she could weave a stunning basket if she so chose. I never know what Reiko will be bringing to the gallery, but it always sells.”

Reiko responded. “And Stella always get a very good price for it. That is one of the reason I bring her much of my work — nearly all of it. Oh, unless it is… special commission,” she added, giving a dismissive wave, “but I am — what is the word? — choosy, yes, of who I take those from.”

By then, Gillian had arranged a setup of three easels, each with a light linen cloth draped over the painting. Reiko removed these, then folded back the protective paper covers, standing back to allow the others to see.

The three large canvases were frameless and had one theme: naked women with tattoos. The first was of a woman seated on a bed facing a window, leaning to one side and supporting herself on one arm, She was looking back over her shoulder, a large, colourful phoenix adorning her back.

The second was a woman lying on her stomach with a string of intricate Japanese symbols tattooed down her spine and spreading over her buttocks. Alice felt a twinge of arousal at the view of the woman’s gorgeous bum.

The third was of a woman standing front on with a large tattooed snake winding round her body, starting at her neck. The reptile emerged from between her thighs, curling its way up the left hip, with the head of the snake, its fangs bared, on her lower belly.

Stella’s expression was rapturous, almost hungry. “Oh, Reiko… these are magnificent. Look at the detailing on those tattoos!” She studied them for a moment, thoughtfully stroking her chin. “I might try to sell these as a set — if so, I have a certain client who ought to be interested.” She glanced at Alice. “What do you think?”

“Wow, I love them,” Alice said, shaking her head in awe. “They must have taken ages to do.” She moved closer, wanting to take in every detail.

“Three months, nearly,” said Reiko. “Do you paint, Alice?”

“Well… I do some drawing. My stuff’s okay, I guess — but I could never paint something with this much detail. Mostly I draw the countryside, but I’ve done some animals and, and my youngest sister one time, only her head. But this…” she indicated the third canvas, “…this is so, so intricate. The skin is perfect! I like the way you can see her muscle tone, and her face looks like she’s hiding a secret.” Turning back to the first painting, she pointed at the seated woman. “Um, is that your girlfriend? It sort of looks like her.”

Reiko was impressed that someone so young had such a keen eye, but was somewhat taken aback at the mention of her lover. “Nadya? Er, yes.. She helps me to get the pose right, but only sometimes I use her for my model. She has tattoos, yes, but not so large as this.” She gave Alice a curious glance. “Have you met Nadya before? I do not recall… ah, wait. You know of her because of my daughter?”

“Well, I see her when she comes to pick Azumi up from school, so I asked who she was. Nadya looks pretty cool; I think she’d look great if you painted her just as she is.”

“I will tell her you said that, Alice,” Reiko replied with a smile. “Thank you very much. You seem to know much about art, for one so young. Perhaps someday, I will see your work on these walls.”

“That would… oh, wow, it would be incredible,” Alice said, looking around the workshop, imagining a painting of hers being prepared for display.

“You could do some portraits of those adorable sisters of yours,” Stella said. “That is, if you can get them to stay still long enough. It can be tricky, having young girls as your models. Of course, you could always work from photos.”

“You are most lovely yourself, Alice,” said Reiko. “If you ever wish to sit for me, I would be very interested to paint you.”

“Um, sure!” a dazed Alice exclaimed.

“You know already where to find me,” Reiko said, a twinkle in her eye, “but here, take my card.” She produced a multicolored business card and handed it to Alice. “Even if you do not come to pose, it will be good for you to visit.”

“I’ll do that,” Alice said, feeling a little embarrassed. She’d been neglecting Azumi of late, caught up in exploring her lesbian identity. The last time they’d hung out, all Azumi wanted to discuss was boys she liked. Maybe I should just tell her I’m gay… bet she’d be cool with that.

With a quick glance at her watch, Stella approached Reiko with a clipboard. “Here you are.” As the lovely Japanese woman signed the document it held, Stella said, “Now, before I make any calls to the client I have in mind, I’ll display these for a few days without a price to generate some interest. I’ll let you know what I think we can get for them very soon.”

“Of course, Stella.” Reiko picked up her shoulder bag. “Alice, I will ask Azumi to invite you over. Then you can see my studio.”

“Really? That would be so cool! Thanks, Ms Shimizu. Tell Azumi I’m sorry for being, um, so out of touch. I’ve had a lot of studying to do.” Just not school stuff, she thought.

They exchanged hugs and goodbyes, then Reiko took her leave.

“Well, then,” Stella said, briskly rubbing her hands together. “What can I show you next?”


Alice spent the rest of the day shadowing and helping Stella and her team work, selling to prospective customers, preparing work for display, drafting and printing the cards describing the artwork and wrapping pieces for delivery. She even chatted with a couple of customers.

Gillian and Fiona, the two salesgirls — or art consultants, as Stella preferred to call them, quickly took a liking to Alice, and joined their boss in giving her interesting tidbits of information. By the time Stella had switched the handmade neon sign in the window to CLOSED, Alice was shocked by how quickly the day had flown by.

After letting her team out, Alice followed Stella up to the office, where she collected her bag, and Stella picked up the box containing the bronze statue. As switched off her laptop, Stella asked Alice, “So, did you enjoy your first day in the crazy world of modern art?”

“Oh, yes… it was amazing. There’s so much to learn! I’m sure now that I want a career in art, but I’m not sure exactly what.”

“I recommend that you try different things, not just drawing and painting. You’ll see when you visit Reiko’s studio. Everyone’s snapping selfies these days, but what you learn about light and texture as a painter will sharpen your skills as a photographer. You should take some art classes, that’s the best way to learn the basics.” Glancing up at the clock, she added, “Now let’s get this place locked up and head for home, before Sienna and Lacy get into a lather wondering where we are.”

“Thanks so much, Stella.” Alice wrapped both arms around the attractive older woman. “This has been one of my favourite days ever!”

As Stella returned the hug, she smiled, thinking about her real reason for inviting this enchanting youngster to stay over. And if I know my girls, they’ll be making this one of Alice’s favourite nights, too!

Carefully packing the statue in the boot of her car, then covering the box with heavy blankets, Stella set the security system before she and Alice climbed inside. As she turned to place her handbag on the back seat, Stella stole a surreptitious glance at the teen’s bare legs. The move caused her jacket to open slightly, allowing Alice a glimpse of a full breast.

“You know, Alice,” Stella began, “I was quite impressed with how you really mucked in and got involved today. You’re a remarkable young woman, you know — charming, intelligent and very, very beautiful. Reiko clearly thinks so, too.” She hesitated, then continued. “I am a bit sorry that she invited you to pose for her… you see, I’d planned to ask you the very same thing.”

Really?” Alice gave a shaky laugh. “Wow, two offers to model in one day!”

“In your case,” Stella continued. “I’d like to do something… well, a bit special.” She paused. “Okay, I’m just going to come right out with it and ask: how do you feel about posing nude?”

Alice stared through the windshield at nothing in particular, tingling all over as she imagined it. Omigod, that would be SO HOT. She’d only had suspicions before, but now she was certain that Stella Morrison meant to get her into bed. Wonder if she’ll want to fuck before I pose — or after?

“Um, I’ll okay it with your mother, of course…” Stella added, a bit unnerved by the girl’s lack of a response.

“She won’t mind!” Alice quickly replied, then turned to the older woman, a hint of pink in her cheeks. “Sure, yeah, I’ll do it.”

“Wonderful!” Stella exclaimed.

“Um, Stella? Would you, maybe… pose nude for me, then?” The woman’s eyes widened, and Alice hastened to add, “I’ve never had the chance to draw someone with their clothes off, and I’d really like to!”

Stella slowly nodded, smiling as she gazed into the twelve-year-old’s eyes. “Of course I will,” she said.

“Aw, thanks… that’s so nice of you!” Alice leaned over, intending to hug the woman again — but briefly lost her balance, catching herself with a hand on Stella’s bare thigh.

A wave of arousal flowed through the girl as she raised her face, only to find her nose nearly touching Stella’s. The woman’s eyes, so warm and full, enthralled Alice — and she felt an impulse that was too powerful to deny. Surprising Stella, Alice placed a brief, gentle kiss on the gallery owner’s mouth, then sat back and fastened her seat belt.

Stella sat motionless for a moment, caught up in a mood of eager anticipation. My God, this girl… she’s got me feeling like I’m on my first date. Somehow managing to compose herself, Stella switched on the ignition, put her car into gear and set off.

They were silent for a couple of minutes, then Alice hesitantly began to speak, asking about some of the pieces she’d seen that day. As she answered the girl’s questions, Stella found herself wishing that her own daughters took half as much interest in the gallery.

Upon arriving at Stella’s home, Lacey and Sienna both came racing down the stairs to meet their guest, greeting her with hugs.

“Thanks for coming, Alice!” Sienna exclaimed, all but bouncing in place. “We’re gonna have sooo much fun!”

Lacey took Alice’s hand. “C’mon upstairs and listen to music with us!”

“Or we can play video games,” Sienna said. “We’ve got a couple of new ones we’ve not even opened yet — we can learn how to play ‘em together!”

“Girls! If you don’t slow down, you’ll have poor Alice exhausted and ready for bed before we’ve eaten dinner,” said Stella as she set her handbag down on the coffee table. “Give the girl a chance to catch her breath, for goodness sake. Besides… before you spirit her away, she ought to ring her mother.”

“Oh, yeah, I really should,” Alice said, reaching for her cell phone. “I’ll make it quick, I promise,” she told the impatient twins as she punched in the number, drifting to the other side of the room.

“Hi, Mum!” she said when her mother answered.

“Hi, sweetie… are you still at the gallery? Having a good time?”

“It was great, Mum. I’ll tell you all about it when I get home. I’m at Stella’s place now, and just thought I’d check in with you.”

“Thanks for keeping in touch, love. Here’s hoping you get everything you want tonight.”

“Oh, I’m pretty sure I will,” Alice said, glancing at the twins and liking what she saw. They were both wearing impossibly small shorts and skimpy, midriff-baring tops. Their clearly outlined nipples made it obvious that the girls had gone braless, and they didn’t seem to have bothered with knickers, either. “Okay, Mum.. I’m gonna hang out with Sienna and Lacey for a while.”

“Sounds delightful. Kiss them for me… anywhere you like.”

“I’ll do that. Goodnight, Mum. Love you.”

“Love you too, sweetheart.”

Alice pocketed her phone and made her way back over to where the twins stood. “Okay, that’s done… shall we go listen to music?”

“Yeah, but not upstairs,” Lacey said.

“We had a better idea,“ Sienna said. “Let’s go out to the hot tub instead. The sound system isn’t as good as the one in our room, but we’re so in the mood for a good soak. What do you think?”

“Sure… let’s do that!!” Alice said.

“Mo-om! Can we use the hot tub?” Lacey cried.

“Until it’s time to eat,” Stella said, shrugging out of her coat, “and don’t have the music too loud. Once I’ve changed, I’ll be starting dinner. Alice, is pasta e piselli okay? It’s conchiglie — pasta shells, that is — in a tomato sauce with peas.”

Alice nodded. “That sounds really good.”

“C’mon, guys!” Lacey urged. “Let’s go upstairs, get out of these clothes and grab some towels!” With that, she and Sienna raced up the stairs.

Quickly seizing her bag, Alice followed close behind. “Lucky thing I brought my swimsuit,” she said as they reached the top. “I was hoping we could use the hot tub.”

The twins giggled. “A swimsuit? Don’t worry about that,” said Sienna. “No one can see into the garden, so we always go naked. It’s lots nicer that way.”

Yes! Alice thought, but did her best to seem surprised. “Is your mum okay with that?”

Lacey shrugged. “Why not? We’re all girls together; no need to be shy. Mum never wears anything in the tub, either.”

Following the twins to their room, Alice asked, “So, um, where am I sleeping tonight?”

“What do you mean, where?” a puzzled Sienna replied. “This is a sleepover, silly! We’ll all stay in one room, like we’re camping out.”

Upon entering the bedroom, Lacey and Sienna stripped off before Alice had even undone a button, standing naked and unabashed before their guest. ”Well, hurry up, slowcoach!” Lacey said.

Her heart racing, Alice quickly undressed as the older girls looked on. Once she was nude, the twins took a long appraising look up and down her body, exchanging eager grins before they turned and raced out of the room, Lacey shouting, “Last one in pays a forfeit!”

At the foot of the staircase, Stella was about to go up to her own room when she heard the thundering of bare feet and looked up to see her nude daughters barrelling down the stairs in her direction. She stepped to one side, barely avoiding the stampede as Lacey and Sienna flashed past. Bringing up the rear was Alice, who hesitated halfway down when she saw Stella, then went down a little further before pausing a few steps from the bottom.

She gave the older woman a sheepish smile. “Um… they said it was okay.”

“Oh, it is,” Stella murmured, openly admiring the less developed, yet no less desirable body of the preteen girl.

Alice continued down the stairs, pleased by the effect her nudity had on Stella, who wasn’t even bothering to hide her desire. She walked past the woman with a knowing smile, passing through the doorway into the dining room, then turned back to see Stella a couple of steps up, still looking. Giving her a saucy wink, Alice turned away, calling after the twins. “Hey, wait for me! That wasn’t fair, you two had a head start!”


Serenaded by the sounds of three young girls screaming and laughing, Stella went up to her room, which overlooked the rear garden. She casually stripped naked, then padded over to the window to look down at the hot tub. She began to lightly tease her clitoris, anticipating the sexual delights she hoped to experience later. The impulse was there to masturbate herself to orgasm, but Stella paused. No, she told herself. Save it for later. Good things come to those who wait.

She pulled on a loose vest and shorts, nothing on underneath, then went downstairs to start dinner. Once the sauce was simmering, Stella poured a glass of wine and seated herself by the kitchen window, the perfect place to observe the hot tub without being seen. Taking a sip from her glass, she watched the girls entertain their guest.


The girls sang along with a couple of their favourite songs and splashed around for a while, finally settling down and enjoying the caress of the heated water.

Lacey decided to probe their guest a little. “So, Alice… have you got a boyfriend yet?”

Fully aware of what Lacey was up to, Alice promptly replied, “No, I’m a bit young to go on dates. Anyway, the boys in my class are all complete muppets.”

The twins giggled, and Sienna said, “Well, we’re old enough to date, but yeah, boys are knobs — a bloody waste of time, really. Who knows, we might date boys someday, but only to switch off and see if they can tell us apart.”

“It’s not worth the fuss,” Lacey declared. “We have fun together instead. Don’t we, sis?”

Sienna answered in a low, seductive voice. “Oh, yeah, we know lots of ways to enjoy ourselves. Hey, Alice, you know what we really like to do in here? Sit on the jets. It feels fuckin’ awesome.”

“Here, I’ll show you what we do.” Lacey adjusted her position on the seat until the bubbles that had been rising to the surface of the warm water disappeared. “Oooooh, nice!” she squealed, then moved to one side. “Here — you try it, Alice.” Taking her arm, Lacey guided Alice over to the same spot, carefully positioning her with one hand on the twelve-year-old’s back, the other on her left thigh. Sienna moved in to assist.

The twins holding her in place, Alice started as her groin was massaged by a rush of propelled water. The unexpected sensation quickly turned to pleasure, and she shifted her hips to seek out the best position.

Exchanging a quick grin, Sienna and Lacey leaned in further, each resting a hand on one of Alice’s thighs, then they gently coaxed them apart. Her eyes dancing with excitement, Lacey slowly trailed her fingers upward until they met the pliant flesh of the younger girl’s vulva.

Her eyes popping open, Alice swivelled her head to the right, only to be confronted by the smiling face of Lacey, barely an inch from hers. The teen’s predatory gaze held Alice as Lacey’s finger made contact with her clitoris.

Alice inhaled sharply — but before she had time to react beyond that, she felt a hand caress her breast, a finger twirling around the nipple, and abruptly turned left to see a mirror of the face on her right. She glanced back at Lacey, then returned to Sienna, all but vibrating with anticipation. Things were working out just as she’d hoped.

With her free hand, Sienna lightly cupped Alice’s face, then used it to pull the younger girl closer, capturing her mouth in a tender kiss. Alice surrendered to the gentle probing tongue until Sienna pulled away with a delighted giggle. Then Alice was turned to the right to receive something very similar from Lacey.

A few seconds later, Lacey broke their kiss. Grinning at their guest, she murmured, “I’ve got a feeling we’re gonna have some serious fun later.”

Wondering if Stella was watching, secretly hoping that she was, Alice looked in the direction of the patio door. “Um… should we be doing this?” she said, affecting an air of concern. “What if your mum sees us?”

The twins laughed. “Don’t you worry about Mum,” said Lacey. With that, both girls leaned across her and kissed; their joined lips and twirling tongues not two inches from her own.


Stella was still seated by the kitchen window, watching her girls set about seducing their guest. As they closed in on Alice, their hands brushing the twelve-year-old’s bare body, she pressed a hand against her sex, pushing the thin material into her throbbing crease. Fighting a strong temptation to abandon dinner and join her daughters, Stella forced herself to turn away and return to the kitchen.

After all, she told herself, I don’t want to come on too strong. Best to be patient, give the girls time to bring Alice to the boil. Her friend’s daughter was definitely into women — Stella had picked up enough clues from the girl that day to feel certain of it. Still, sharing bed with a pair of teenage twins and their mother might not fall into a twelve-year-old’s comfort zone.

There’s something about her, though… Stella mused. I can’t help but feel that our little Alice is up for any kind of kinky fun we can dish out.

Drifting back to the open door, she announced, “Girls, I’m just about to put the water on for the pasta. Time to come out.”

Just as they’d planned, Sienna responded by shouting, “Hey, Mum? We forgot to get towels. Can you bring us some?”

Stepping into the downstairs bathroom, Stella took three towels from a small linen closet, then stepped outside, heading toward the hot tub just as three naked, dripping beauties exited the gazebo

She handed them one towel apiece. “Dry off, then get yourself dressed, girls. Dinner will be ready in ten minutes.” With a last appreciative glance at Alice, she went back inside.

Stella was about to dish up the meal by the time the three girls had dressed — if you could even call the barely-there vest and shorts outfits the twins wore dressed — and made their way to the kitchen, where a tantalising scent perfumed the air.

As the girls seated themselves, Stella asked, “Alice, does your mum let you have wine?”

“Just a little… on special occasions.”

“Well, I think today counts as a special occasion, don’t you? After all, you had your first work experience, and this is your first sleepover with the twins. I’m sure Jessica would be okay if I let you have a taste.”

Stella poured them each a small glass of red wine, then served up the pasta with a large wooden spoon. She seated herself, and they all tucked in.

“Oh, my, this is delicious!” Alice declared after her first bite.

“Yeah, it’s great, Mum,” Lacey said. Sienna nodded in agreement, her mouth full.

Stella beamed. “Thank you, girls.”

The conversation flowed mainly between art, clothes and school, with the occasional piece of gossip about other pupils or teachers, just like any other family meal.

When Alice offered to help with the washing up afterward, Stella gave her daughters a pointed look. “Did you hear that, girls?”

Lacey shrugged. “We would offer to help, Mum, but you know we’d just get in the way and make a big mess.”

“Besides,” Sienna chimed in, seizing Alice’s arm, “we have to entertain our guest!”

Stella rolled her eyes. “In that case, you’d better go and watch a movie or something in the living room. We wouldn’t want you girls to tire yourselves out, after all.” The twins giggled and dragged Alice into the adjoining room.

As Stella cleared away the dishes and washed up, she heard boisterous laughter and smiled to herself, then stared out the window, feeling a bit wistful as she thought about the eventuality of her twins growing up and moving away. While Lacey and Sienna often behaved in a scatterbrained fashion, loved causing havoc and only seemed to be interested in clothes, the girls were actually extremely clever, with a real possibility that they would both get to university. That time was drawing nearer each term, and the thought of living alone in this house without their chaos and noise filled her with sorrow.

Then, of course, there was the sex. My god, the sex!

Since realising she was a lesbian at thirty-five, Stella had been with many women and no small number of very young girls, but the twins… they were something special. Despite no longer being the preteen lovelies usually doted on by the Society ladies, they were the most popular of the members’ daughters, and not just because they were the only twins. Their enthusiasm and adventurous nature meant their lucky partners could never be sure of what new delights awaited them. Sienna and Lacy were also brilliant with the younger girls, teaching them bedroom skills that could be relied on to drive other women wild.

Stella’s daughters had first crept into her bed on a cold, stormy night, shortly after the divorce. It was all quite innocent, and she was in need of comfort, so she let them stay, one nestled into her on each side. Over the next few years this would happen again every once in a while, though Stella would ask the girls to stay in their own beds on nights when she was entertaining a lover.

It was not long after the twins turned ten that Stella’s relationship with them changed forever.

After the split with Graham, she’d put all her energy into the gallery and her daughters, with social activities that were mostly linked to work. She had a couple of unsatisfactory dates with men, but a young female artist had rekindled the lesbian desires she’d experienced during her university days. It was more than enough to convince Stella that she was gay.

Over the next year, she sought out any opportunity to satisfy her desire for women of all ages, but she tended to favour younger lovers, occasionally bringing one of them home. In leaner times, she relied on a growing collection of sex toys, but whenever the twins came into her bed, she used her fingers — that is, once she felt sure that they were asleep.

One night Stella was thinking about an especially steamy evening she’d had at university, one where her two roommates and a tutor drifted into a lesbian foursome after a drunken night out. As she slipped a hand into her panties and began to masturbate, Stella felt a hand cover hers beneath the quilt. Startled, she turned to see Lacey, gazing at her in the gloom. Before she could respond, she felt the weight of another hand and froze. Turning the other way, she saw Sienna, a sweet smile on the girl’s lips.

“Um… what are you doing, girls?”

Lacey had spoken first. “We just want to make you feel good, Mummy.”

“We know you get sad, sometimes,” Sienna said, “but not when a pretty lady sleeps in here with you.”

They continued to speak, trading comments back and forth. “We see you doing things with them. Y’know, kissing and touching and… other stuff.”

“It looks like you’re having lots of fun.”

“And sometimes when we’re in your bed, you touch your naughty bits. That looks like fun, too!”

Pushing their hands away, Stella reached sideways to switch on her bedside lamp, then sat up, giving the twins a stern look. “Girls, that’s grownup stuff. You shouldn’t be watching, and you really aren’t supposed to touch Mummy like that.”

Sienna frowned. “But it makes you feel good, doesn’t it?”

“Well, yes, but… look, that’s not the point! It’s not something mummies and daughters should do.”

“Why not, Mummy?” asked a pouting Lacey. “Can’t we make you happy?”

Four years later, Stella recalled the way she’d hesitated, struggling with how best to respond to the twins. That pause! she told herself. It’s when I missed my chance to stop them, to send those little imps back to bed and pretend that they’d never offered to fuck me — even if they weren’t even sure what fucking was.

That was a pivotal point in her relationship with the girls. In the instant before Stella could speak, Lacey had slipped a tiny hand into her mummy’s damp knickers. By the time she registered the move and was about to seize her daughter’s wrist, Lacey’s finger brushed her throbbing clitoris.

The sensation was dizzying, causing Stella to draw a sharp intake of breath. Before she knew it, Sienna had reached up to pull down the front of her negligee, baring her left breast. The child gave the creamy globe a brief caress, then bent down to take a swelling nipple into her mouth. This was quickly followed by Lacey giving the same loving attention to the other breast. Both girls were nursing from their mummy, just as they had as babies ten years earlier.

She’d been a long time without, and the urge to surrender proved too strong to resist. When little Lacey threw back the quilt, slipped down between Mummy’s legs and clumsily tugged her panties down and off, Stella abandoned all sense of right and wrong, letting her children do what they wanted.

She cried out loud when Lacey burrowed between her legs and began to lick, the ten-year-old clearly copying what she’d seen her mummy’s lovers do. Then she felt warm, tender lips caressing hers — the lips of her daughter Sienna.

This was arousal such as Stella had never known, and she was enjoying it with her own children. Cupping Sienna’s sweet face in both hands, she kissed the child like a lover, her excitement ratcheting up a notch when their tongues met and mingled.

The rest of that night had left her drained, both physically and emotionally, but she’d never been happier. Years later, Stella still felt a measure of surprise at the ease with which she’d returned the favour to her twins, tasting their virgin cunts. Then she rimmed them, something the girls had never seen her do with a partner. Afterwards, they exchanged passionate kisses and words of devotion.

From that evening on, Sienna and Lacey were her lovers. A year later, she’d introduced them to the Society, not long after becoming a member herself. She’d fucked them hundreds of times, both individually and together. It has been a while since the three of us have shared a younger girl, though, she reminded herself, thinking of Alice and how absolutely scrumptious the little nymph was.

Putting the last dish in the rack to dry, she strode over to the living room door and peered into the room. “Girls, I’m going to be in the study. Please try to keep the noise down.” The girls were sitting closely on the sofa, with Alice nestled snugly between the twins. They were still dressed, though.

Sienna responded. “Okay, Mum. We’re about to go upstairs and listen to music.”

With one last smile for Alice, Stella left the room, heading down the hall to her study. Once inside, she closed the door and sat at the desk, pausing to study a photo of the girls, feeling those familiar urges. It’s been four years since that first night with my daughters… and the hunger I feel for them is stronger than ever. How is that possible?

She absentmindedly dropped a hand to her lap, but quickly admonished herself. Pushing all thoughts of sexy young girls from her mind, Stella began to open her emails and consult catalogues, throwing herself into her work — only to be interrupted a few minutes later when she heard the girls running upstairs.

I’ll give them a couple of hours; well, maybe one hour, that should be long enough.


The three girls entered the bedroom — whichever ones the twins were sharing, Alice couldn’t remember.  As for Sienna and Lacey, they were giddy at the prospect of welcoming a newcomer to their bed, as well as getting ‘caught’ by Mum if everything worked out as expected.

Alice was beginning to feel a hint of uncertainty. She was looking forward to exploring sex with these older girls, not least because they were sisters, but she still wasn’t exactly sure where their mother fit in. Is Stella really okay with me and her girls fucking? Does she want me, too? And is there a chance that maybe, just maybe Stella will join us in bed…? 

She wasn’t sure how this was going to play out, but was determined to savour whatever pleasures the night had in store. Alice couldn’t let herself get carried away and let anything slip about the special, hidden love she enjoyed with her mum and her sisters. Keep the secret, she reminded herself as Sienna’s fingers trailed down her arm in a most provocative way. Keep the secret.

Lacey bent over a desk to tap the keyboard of an open laptop. It brought a large monitor on the wall to life, a music video appearing on the screen that featured two young schoolgirls singing and dancing in the falling rain. Alice recognised it as the first time she’d ever seen two girls kiss. It was “All the Things She Said’ by the Russian duo t.A.T.u. She recalled her disappointment when she looked them up on Wikipedia, only to find out that they weren’t real lesbians.

As she perched on the edge of the bed, the twins began to sinuously gyrate around each other, but without touching, their arms swaying. It was an incredibly sensuous dance, that much could be seen in the girls’ eyes — as if they were making love with no physical contact. Alice stared at the twins, enthralled by the strangely lewd spectacle.

As the video ended, another sprang to life; one Alice didn’t recognise — not that she was paying much attention to it anyhow. She did notice two barely-clad women cavorting on the screen, but the sight of Sienna and Lacey imitating these dancers was far more rewarding. Sienna suddenly reached out to snatch Alice’s hand, pulling her into the mêlée.

The twins whirled and writhed around to dizzying effect as they circled Alice, sometimes sandwiching her between them for a heartbeat or two before resuming the dance. Every now and then a hand brushed a part of her body, just enough to tease — but after a minute or two Sienna placed both hands on Alice’s hips, drawing her in until their bellies touched. Before Alice could respond, she felt stiffened nipples press into her back as Lacey cushioned her from behind, the girl’s hands drifting forward to settle on her breasts.

It had been an incredibly arousing day for Alice — not just the anticipation she’d felt before even stirring from bed, but the subtle flirting with Stella, as well as her discovery that the woman was stark naked under her dress, along with the intensely sexual aspect of some of the artworks she’d seen at the gallery, especially the nudes Reiko had brought in to show. Her knickers had already dampened several times.

Now she was trapped, gloriously trapped between two sweet-smelling, scantily clad girls, both of them bent on getting her naked and between the sheets. Her excitement was at fever pitch.

Alice felt the warm caress of Lacey’s breath as the older girl dipped down to lick a pathway up to her ear. With a tiny gasp, Alice let her head loll back, and Sienna was quick to move in, fastening her lips to the twelve-year-old’s neck like a vampire — though with a far gentler bite. Trailing kisses upward, she sought out Alice’s mouth with hers.

Her heart pounding a frantic tattoo, Alice parted her lips, welcoming the teen girl’s searching tongue. They shared a long, hungry kiss, then Lacey leaned over Alice’s shoulder, and Sienna broke away to kiss her sister with the same lustful fervor.

The moment was interrupted when the music video ended and an advertisement kicked in. “Ugh! Whatever!” Lacy cried, stomping over to the keyboard to silence the toffee-voiced announcer with a defiant tap of the finger.

No one spoke. As the twins grinned knowingly at Alice, she wondered what their next move would be. This was unfamiliar ground for her; when it came to sex, she was used to taking more of a lead in the safe environment of her extended family. For the moment, at least, her desire for these girls and their mother held sway over whatever concerns she felt.

Keep the secret, she told herself once more. That’s the important thing.

It was Sienna who asked the first question. She and her sister seated themselves on the bed, indicating that Alice should sit between them.

“So, Alice… I think you’ve done this before, so you must have practised with someone. You’ve not had a boyfriend, that’s what you told us, right?” Alice nodded. “So you must have kissed a girl, like one of your friends… or someone else, maybe?”

“Actually, I have a girlfriend.”

“Cool!” Lacey exclaimed. “A proper girlfriend, then! Me and Sienna thought you’d might’ve been trying it out with someone like… I don’t know, one of your sisters?”

Alice pretended to be surprised. “Katie? Or Poppy? What on earth made you think that?”

Lacey shrugged. “When you came to lunch and we were changing into our new outfits, your sisters, both of them, seemed to really like seeing us naked… and touching us.”

“We got the feeling that maybe you guys play around sometimes,” Sienna chimed in. “Nothing wrong with that, mind — all cool girls should fuck their sisters. You prob’ly noticed that Lace and I like to do stuff with each other.”

Alice decided to skirt that part of their inquiry. “Well, I’m doing stuff with Bella Thomas.”

This revelation seemed to surprise Lacey. “No! Shy little Bella?”

“Actually, sis, she’s not that little,” Sienna said. “Bella’s getting a nice pair of tits. Be just like her mum’s in a few years, I shouldn’t wonder.”

“She’s not that shy anymore, either,” Alice added.

Turning to their guest, Sienna resumed her line of questioning. “So, have you done very much with her? Yeah, you guys kiss, but I bet you love touching those cute little tits, too. Ever go further than that?”

“Um, yeah, we’ve done… well, pretty much everything. We’re both lesbians,” said Alice.

“Ooooh! Did you hear that, Lace?” Sienna squealed. “Alice is a lesbian, same as her mum. That’s so cool; she’s just like us!”

“So when did you know?” asked Lacey. “Did you and Bella become gay when your mums did?”

“Actually, it was about the same time, but I was thinking about girls before that. I spoke to Mum about it, not long before she got together with Rachel.”

“Hmmm, that’s interesting. So did your mum teach you anything about lesbian stuff?”

Knowing full well what the twins were hinting at, Alice answered carefully. “Well, she, um, helped me find  information online… you know, stuff for girls who think they might be gay and have loads of questions about it.” In fact, her mother had done no such thing, but it sounded convincing. “And when I looked round on my own, I found a bunch of super sexy lesbian stories… videos, too!”

“Sweet!” Lacey was practically bouncing where she sat. “We love watching lesbian videos, ‘specially ones with older women and young girls. Oh, and the ones where a mother is having it off with her own daughter… fucking hell, that’s hot! Ever watch anything like that?”

She had, but Alice chose to keep that to herself for the moment. “Mums and daughters having sex? Wow… I might have done, but to tell the truth, I always watch those kinds of videos with the sound turned down, so Mum won’t catch me.”

Lacey giggled. “You never know — if that happened, she might strip off and watch it with you!”

Before Alice could respond, Sienna spoke up. “Y’know what, sis? I think Alice should show us what she’s learned about being gay. Then we can show her what we know. It’ll be like a school project!”

“Ooooh, that sounds like a great idea! What do you think, Alice?”

By then, Alice was ready for anything these sexy older girls wanted, but couldn’t resist the chance to play hard to get. “Well, I don’t know. Sure, it’s always nice to learn new things, and you guys are really cute, but I’d be cheating on Bella. She is my girlfriend, after all.”

“Oh no, we wouldn’t want you to cheat,” Lacey protested.

“Yeah, we’re not trying to break you guys up or anything,” Sienna added. “Think of it as a chance to get even better at being a lesbian. I mean, Lace and I have been having sex for, like, four years! We can teach you all the tricks we know, then you can use them with Belle!”

“And hey, if she’s into it, we’d be way into having you both over for some four-way fun.”

Alice fought back the urge to giggle. Bloody hell, do these two want to fuck or what? “Well, when you put it like that,” she said, pretending to mull it over, “I suppose it would be okay.” Anyhow, Bella is probably having it off right now with my sisters… Katie is sucking her nipples, and Poppy’s tongue is up her bum.

Grinning at each other, the twins reached out and exchanged a quick high five, then Sienna jumped up to stand in front of Alice. “C’mon, let’s get naked!”

Alice glanced towards the door, feigning concern. “What about your mum? What if she comes up? Shouldn’t we, um, close the door at least?”

Lacey shook her head. “Don’t worry about Mum, she’ll be working in her study for hours. And we should leave the door open, then we’ll hear her if she’s coming.”

Yeah, sure… like she’d even make a sound on that thick carpet. By then, Alice was convinced that Stella would be dropping in on their little party at some point.

Lacy rose from the bed, approaching her sister. She crossed her arms to grasp the bottom of her vest and began to take it off when Sienna stopped her. “Hold on, sis,” she said. “Let’s do this properly. I think we should have our guest undress us.” She turned to look at Alice.

From her sitting position, Alice reached out to slowly tug at the sides of Sienna’s tiny cotton shorts until they slipped to the floor. She hesitated for a moment to study the short-cropped triangle of blonde pubes above the smooth, peachy pussy she remembered from her previous visit. Now able to study it up close, she admired the neatly manicured tuft. She reached out to stroke the older girl’s vulva, letting a finger glance over the erect little trigger of her clit — causing Sienna to start at the unexpected caress.

A slight movement to the left diverted her attention to Lacey, and Alice reached out to pull her shorts down. Looking from one pussy to the other, she noted they were indeed identical twins. Tearing her eyes away from the tantalising view, she looked up into their smiling faces. Alice couldn’t put her finger on how, but she was able to tell the difference between them.

She got to her feet, and Sienna lifted her arms, inviting their new partner to continue undressing her. Alice lifted the older girl’s vest up and off to reveal a luscious naked blonde, one who could almost be an older version of her. After divesting Lacey of her top, Alice glanced from one to the other — contemplating the next move, but first casting an admiring eye of the twins’ flawless breasts, now awaiting her attention. While not yet as full as they would surely be when the girls matured, they were beautifully shaped with pert pink nipples that were already fully erect.

Alice reached out to both girls, taking a breast in each hand. She cupped, then caressed the soft, pale globes, teasing the nipples with strokes of the thumb before lightly pinching and rolling them between her fingers. The twins gave simultaneous moans, and Alice broke into a pleased grin.

Deciding to focus on one girl at a time, a single step brought her close to Sienna, enough that their bodies were nearly touching. Alice gazed at the girl for a moment, letting it be known without words that she was more than just a new plaything for the twins. Sienna actually shivered in anticipation when she read the confidence in Alice’s eyes, just before the twelve-year-old went up on tiptoe to claim her mouth in a heated kiss. This startled Sienna for a nanosecond, but she recovered quickly, meeting and matching her new lover’s ardor.

Lacey was also taken by surprise to see Alice come on so strongly. She was tempted to join in, but held back for the moment, wanting to watch her sister get taken by a younger girl. With one hand, she fondled her breasts, allowing the other hand to slip between her legs.

As their tongues darted and danced, Alice explored Sienna’s bare body with both hands, giving the teen’s bum a playful squeeze before she broke away, dipping down to take a nipple between her lips. She began to slowly trail her fingertips between Sienna’s breasts, continuing downward until she found the feather-soft curls that adorned the teen’s pubis. Parting her fingers slightly, Alice eased her middle finger into the juicy cleft — applying brief hints of pressure to the prominent clitoris, then taking long, steady strokes up and down through Sienna’s labia.

Sienna was moaning while Lacey looked on, caressing and fingering herself more frantically by the second as she Alice made love to her sister, pretending that she was seeing herself being pleasured.

Suddenly Alice hooked a finger into Sienna’s cunt, causing the teen to cry out loud. With shaking hands, Sienna clutched the younger girl’s face to her chest. Alice began to thrust that wicked finger in and out, her tongue emerging to lap at the teen’s nipples.

It was all too much for Lacey — she had to be part of this. Quickly moving to her sister’s side, she crushed her mouth to Sienna’s in a hard, possessive kiss.

A few heartbeats later, Lacey broke away, nuzzling a path down Sienna’s neck as she moved to stand behind the girl, reaching around to caress her free breast as she watched Alice, noting the twelve-year-old’s skill at fingering pussy. There’s no bloody way she learned that from Bella, Lacey told herself. Resting her chin on Sienna’s shoulder, she gave her sister’s nipple a pinch, a bit harder than she intended to. Sienna responded with a shiver, then reached around to stroke the back of Lacey’s head.

Lacey’s other hand was resting on her sister’s hip, but as her arousal grew, she slipped it down to caress Sienna’s smooth bum, then traced the anal cleft with two fingers. Pausing in mid-caress, Lacy brought that hand to her mouth to coat a finger with saliva, then sought out her twin’s rosebud once more. Pressing the fingertip between the supple globes, she penetrated her sister’s anus, going further and deeper until nothing but a thin hot wall of flesh separated her finger from Alice’s.

In the meantime, Alice was finding it difficult to keep Sienna’s nipple in her mouth, due to the older girl’s jerking movements, so she raised her head — but before working out her next move, Sienna began to come, her body trembling almost violently. Seizing Alice’s face between both hands, she pulled the preteen into a frantic kiss as she rode out her climax.

Soon, however, Sienna was out of breath and had to break away — and that was when Lacey, hungry for her own taste of Alice’s mouth, took a step round her sister to embrace their new playmate and kiss her. Alice let herself be enveloped in Lacey’s arms, withdrawing her finger from Sienna’s cunt.

Though still recovering from orgasm but eager for more lovemaking, Sienna began to undo the buttons on the younger girl’s plaid shirt, slipping a hand inside to caress Alice’s small breasts. Greedy to get at her new lover’s treasures, Sienna dropped to her knees and grappled with the buttons of the denim miniskirt, dragging it down as soon as enough were undone to allow it. The skirt puddled around Alice’s ankles,  revealing that the girl hadn’t bothered putting her panties back on after their soak in the hot tub. Ready for more action, Sienna thought. I like that in a girl.

Without waiting for Alice to step out of the pooled skirt, she rose to her feet and joined the embrace, giving and receiving kisses in turn. After switching from one to the other, then coming together in a clumsy but very hot meeting of mouths and tongues in a tussle for dominance.

Finally the three girls broke apart — all panting, all smiles.

Sienna gazed knowingly at Alice. “I think you’ve got a lot more experience at this than you’re letting on.”

“Well, me and Bella got a lot of ideas from the videos we watched. And we have sex pretty much every chance we get,” Alice responded. “Um, our mums even let us sleep together!” She forced herself to maintain eye contact with the twins, and keep her voice steady.

Lacey and Sienna stole a quick glance at one another, both girls certain that there was a lot more to it than Alice was admitting. Turning to their new playmate, they gave her a push, causing the twelve-year-old to fall back onto the bed. Lacey quickly joined her, kneeling next to Alice’s head.

Looking down, she said, “You’ve got talented fingers, I’ll say that… and you sure know how to kiss. Let’s see how good you are at eating pussy,” Straddling Alice’s face with a knee on each side, Lacey lowered her pussy to an open and eager mouth.

Just as Alice extended her tongue to lick at the juicy flesh, she felt her own knees being spread apart and a warm, wet mouth covering her throbbing cunt, then Sienna’s tongue began to glide up and down, up and down. It felt incredible; possibly the best oral she’d ever had.

Before very long, Sienna’s skills were pushing Alice to her limit, but she refused to let that distract her from pleasuring Lacey. She licked wildly at the girl’s dripping slit, her mouth and chin dripping with nectar, the tang of it tart and luscious.

Wanting to impress the twins, Alice firmly grasped Lacey’s bum, urging her forward until she gained access to the girl’s bum crack. Using her fingertips, she prised the cheeks apart, drew in closer and bathed the taut rosebud with a long swipe of the tongue.

This drew a surprised yelp from Lacey. “Oh… oh fuck, yes!”

Hearing and seeing her sister’s reaction, Sienna looked up, seeing at once what had caused it. She learned that from practising with Bella, did she? What a load of bollocks. In her mind, there was no doubt that this preteen minx had done a lot more than watch porn videos and experiment with her girlfriend. On the other hand, the sudden thought of Bella Thomas prompted Sienna to picture the blossoming brunette. Yeah, she’s growing up a treat, that one. We should get Alice to bring her to the next sleepover. 

Returning to the task in hand, Sienna decided that it was only fair for Alice to receive the same pleasure she was giving her sister. Lifting the younger girl’s hips slightly, she licked a trail down to her anus, circling the tight opening a few times before pressing against the tight hole with a stiffened tongue, pleased to hear Alice moan her approval into Lacey’s arse.


A few minutes after the girls made their way up the stairs, Stella carefully opened her study door. Although she’d intended to allow her daughters an hour or so to work their magic on young Alice, she reasoned that it made sense for her to remain alert and listen in case the twins called her, or if things got so loud and wild that there was no point in delaying her own entrance. So she sat back and waited at her desk, idly glancing through a new catalogue from one of her preferred European designers. She couldn’t focus on it, though — too busy thinking about what her daughters were up to.

At first Stella heard music coming from the girls’ room, followed by muted conversation; then it had gone quiet. She contemplated stepping out into the hallway and edging closer to that bedroom door, but forced herself to remain seated. She looked at the monitor without focusing, then turned to her picture of the girls. Slipping a hand into her open blouse, she gently teased a nipple into throbbing hardness.

You’re acting like a besotted schoolgirl, she admonished herself. Easy to see why, though — that Alice is a real find. I can’t recall the last time I wanted a new girl so badly.

Just as Stella was reminding herself for the umpteenth time to be patient, she heard the unmistakable cry of a young girl in the throes of sexual rapture, rolling down the stairs like lava from a volcano.

Without bothering to switch off her laptop, she swivelled round in the chair, stood and moved to the stairs. Taking each step slowly, she ascended, passing her room and stopping just before Lacey’s door as she heard muffled moans and the sounds of slurping on wet flesh. Edging forward, she saw one of her twins astride Alice’s face, the other feasting between her legs. From her vantage point, even she couldn’t tell which twin was giving, which was receiving.

Stella reached down to palm her tingling cunt, then turned away to lean against the wall, closing her eyes as she slipped that hand inside her cotton shorts.

It’s definitely time. Hastening into her room, she hurriedly pushed down the shorts and lifted the vest over her head, dropping it where she stood. Now nude, she quickly tiptoed back to Lacey’s door, which she gently nudged all the way open before positioning herself in the entrance.

Stella began to please herself, squeezing a breast with one hand while the other found its way between her legs. Though seething with lust, she restrained the impulse to call attention to herself, wanting to take in the tableau for a while longer before she was discovered.

As she looked on, all the while lovingly stimulating her clitoris, the twin she now recognised as Lacey cried out in response to something Alice must have done to her, then blurted, “Oh… oh fuck, yes!” Looking closer, Stella was shocked, yet thrilled to see that this supposedly inexperienced girl of twelve was rimming Lacey. No hesitant flicks of the tongue, either — Alice was eagerly making love to the older girl’s anus, bathing the dark pink crevice with long, adoring licks.

Stella smiled. My God, this girl! I think I’m in love. 

A movement at the foot of the bed drew her attention to Sienna, who had just looked up at her sister. She must have realised what Alice was doing, as she then tilted her new friend’s pelvis back just enough to expose the girl’s bum hole, then applied her tongue to the tiny pucker. Pausing just long enough to sweep her hair back, Sienna spied her mother, now nude and masturbating in the open doorway. With a quick wink, she went back to her task. Stella gave her daughter a nod of approval, but Sienna wasn’t looking.

By then, still perched on Alice’s face, Lacey was aching to come. Shifting backwards, she offered her young lover access to her cunt once again, then whimpered as the girl gave her what she craved. She bent forward, head hung low, a hand on the bed to support herself, trembling all over as Alice suckled her clitoris.

Stella’s excitement only intensified as she watched Lacey, that familiar expression her daughter always wore when she approached climax. I’ll never get tired of seeing her come, she thought.

When the teen came, she shook, stiffened, then slumped down onto Alice. A moan of protest alerted her that she was almost suffocating the younger girl, so Lacey quickly rolled off to one side, catching sight of her mum in the process. Before Alice could open her eyes and notice Stella standing there, Lacey quickly moved to kiss her, purring contentedly as she tasted herself on the twelve-year-old’s lips and tongue.

Meanwhile, Sienna was still sprawled between Alice’s thighs, bent on giving her a real wall-shaker of an orgasm. She worked magic with her mouth and tongue on the girl’s lightly-downed cunt, while her finger twisted around and around inside Alice’s hot, slippery rectum. Finding the tiny but visibly erect clitoris, Sienna took it between her lips to nibble, a trick she used to drive lovers absolutely wild.

Sure enough, a violent jerk raced through Alice’s slight frame, and she wrenched her mouth away from Lacey’s, completely forgetting to be quiet as her animal-like cry filled the room. She rocked forward and back, the breath harsh and ragged in her throat. Sienna wouldn’t stop, playing her young partner’s clit like a virtuoso until Alice pushed her face away with quivering hands.

As the spasms subsided and her heartbeat steadied, Alice gave Lacey a sleepy smile, then glanced down at Sienna, who was licking her lips. Just then, Sienna turned to look towards the door, a victorious smirk on her lips. Following her gaze, already suspecting what she was going to see, Alice froze at the sight of the twins’ mother, standing in the open doorway.

For a fraction of a second, overwhelmed by panic, Alice felt the urge to snatch up a pillow and cover her nakedness before she noticed that Stella was nude herself. Not only that, the luscious blonde was openly masturbating.

Oh, wow… this really is happening!

At that instant, Alice realised that despite how much she’d pictured herself fucking the twins and their mum together, she hadn’t believed that her fantasy would come true, not really. But it was.

Alice found herself unable to speak as Sienna uncurled her body, rose from the bed and strutted over to where her mother stood, her hips swaying in a most provocative manner. Stella pulled her in with an arm around the girl’s waist, and they came together in a brief but torrid kiss before parting with a shared smile. Alice saw Stella lick her lips, clearly enjoying the flavour of pussy that lingered on her daughter’s mouth. My pussy, Alice told herself.

Stella’s hand was still busy, two fingers sawing in and out of her cunt — but Sienna interrupted her mum’s movement, taking that hand between hers and bringing it to her face, where she took Stella’s wet fingers into her mouth. Once she’d sucked them clean, Sienna tilted her head up for another juicy kiss before leading her mum over to the bed.

As Stella looked down at Alice, who was relaxed but waiting for the older woman to make the first move, Lacey crawled over to her mum to get a long, heated kiss of her own, their tongues engaging in an ardent dance.

When they drifted apart, Stella gazed down at the awed youngster, the girl she’d been craving all day long — her mouth, her cunt, her ripening body, those enchanting eyes — now, finally within her grasp. She bent down, gently taking Alice’s face in her hands, and placed a tender kiss on the girl’s lips. Alice closed her eyes, lost in the moment she’d hoped for so fervently.

Stella sat back on her haunches, admiring the trio of nude girls. Her grinning daughters were seated on the bed, while Alice was stretched out, looking around at her new lovers with dreamy eyes. With a contented sigh, Stella murmured, “Well, girls, I can see that you’ve been enjoying yourselves.”

“Definitely, Mum,” Sienna piped up. “Guess what? Alice has a girlfriend — Rachel Thomas’ daughter Bella, remember her?” Stella nodded. “Well, they’ve been practising at sex. And she’s got bloody good at it, too! I think she ought to show you how much she knows.”

“So, Alice, it seems that you’ve been keeping a rather naughty secret,” Stella said, “As you can see, we’ve a secret of our own. Would you like to… learn more about us?”

“Yeah,” answered Alice, slowly sitting up. “Yeah, I would.”

“Good. Now, why don’t we move this little party to my room? The bed there is big enough for games of, shall we say, a more group-oriented style… as my daughters will be the first to tell you.”

Alice allowed Stella to take her hand and lead her from the room, followed by the giggling twins.

A few miles away, Laura was following her sister Jessica upstairs.

On to Chapter 30!


Honeysuckle, Part Two

  • Posted on November 28, 2021 at 3:41 pm

By JetBoy

I wasn’t sure what time Mya and I woke the next morning — around six, perhaps. I had more important things to do than look at the clock. We smiled knowingly at each other, and then she shifted around on the bed, bringing her mouth to my sex and her sex to my mouth.

In the light that shone through the blinds, I could see every detail of Mya’s womanhood, I could tell where my tongue would go when I licked her. I let my hands glide all over her bottom, marveling how that part of her was so firm, yet so soft.

Touching her that way inflamed me even more, and I followed a wicked impulse that had me trailing my tongue to the cleft of Mya’s ass and licking her there — something I’d never tried with a lover.

And then she was using her fingers to pleasure my anus as well, her thumb deftly manipulating my clit all the while. I gasped as she penetrated me, her digits twisting about inside my rectum. Deciding to up the ante further, I began to masturbate Mya while licking at her rosebud.

My own emotions were a fire inside me, swiftly mounting until I came in an incandescent burst of pure heat and light, exploding in my head like a sun gone nova. Without meaning to, I fell asleep seconds later.

When I woke, the sun was higher in the sky, and I was alone. I rolled over to peer at the clock — nine-thirty. I lay back, feeling warm and content, sated with the memory of my first lesbian experience.

I sighed wistfully — already missing Mya, but not unhappy to be alone right then. I needed time to think. Already, hard questions were making themselves known, demanding answers.

First question: how could I have done what I’d done? I’d made love to a teenage girl! Not just once, but twice — and when I awoke, my first thought was of having her yet again!

Then I laughed at myself. Who made love to who last night? Mya had seduced me, and I’d responded. What was it she’d said — that making love to a woman was easy as falling off a skateboard?

I hadn’t fully understood her at the time, but now I did. Relax, let go, let things happen. Live life in the now. If you want someone, and that someone wants you, it’s okay to give in. Don’t get in the way of nature and you’ll be fine. I nodded to myself, reassured.

Next question: had I fallen in love with Mya?

I pondered, studying the mixed shapes of light and shadow on the wall opposite the window. After a moment’s reflection, I had to shake my head. No, I wasn’t in love. Mya had desires, I had desires. We’d been together and satisfied them. There had been no vows of love, no demands for fidelity.

With a rush of insight, I knew I’d just had a one-night stand — the first in my life — and finally understood why so many people indulged in them.

That left one remaining question: was I now a lesbian? That one I wasn’t so certain about…

I heard faint murmurs in the hall outside my bedroom, giving me just enough time to cover myself. The door opened, Mya poked her head in. “You awake?” I hesitantly nodded, and she grinned happily. “We’ve got a surprise for you.”

She came inside, and I saw she was dressed in a blouse and skirt. I wasn’t sure if I was disappointed or relieved. Then my daughter Kellie followed her in with a tray and placed it in my lap. Kellie’s friend Becka — her girlfriend, I reminded myself — was a step behind, bearing a glass of orange juice.

“We fixed this for you, Mom,” Kellie told me, “to say thank you for everything. All the hard work you did.”

It had to be obvious that I was naked beneath the sheet that I was clutching to my chest — and anyhow, the room probably reeked of lesbian sex. Kellie and Becka were freshly showered, bright-eyed and all smiles. It wasn’t hard to figure out why they were so chipper. I stared down at breakfast, trying to conceal my embarrassment.

“Um… is it okay if Becka hangs out for awhile?” Kellie asked, and I nodded.

Anything you want, daughter mine. Anything at all. I have no earthly idea what I’ll say if you ask me what I was doing last night.

Mya smiled sweetly. “Gladys, enjoy. Take your time getting up, okay?”

Then the girls were gone and I was left with two scrambled eggs, crisp bacon and pancakes generously anointed with maple syrup. It was a genuinely nice gesture, downright touching.

Picking up the fork, I took a bite of egg, pleased to see that Kellie remembered how I liked them — with a sprinkling of pepper on top. Mmmm, pretty good. Suddenly realizing how hungry I was, I tucked into this unexpected feast, cleaning my plate in short order.

After eating, I hit the shower. The previous day’s mixture of hard work and wanton pleasure had left me a bit achy, and it felt wonderful to let the steaming hot water caress every inch of my body.

I was just toweling off when Mya stuck her head in the bathroom. I saw her gaze approvingly at my nudity; then she smiled, arching an eyebrow in a very flirtatious way. “One of the girls’ moms just showed up, I told her you were in the shower.”

She winked, then vanished; leaving me all quivery inside, longing to kiss her, to take off that cute dress and have her right here on the bathroom floor. And I had a sneaking suspicion that she might’ve actually let me, too.

Shrugging off my lewd daydream, I hurriedly got dressed and emerged from the bathroom to say hello. The woman — my mind was in such a whirl that her name didn’t even register — thanked me, then left with her daughter.

In the next hour there was a steady stream of girls exiting, thanking me on the way, some picked up by parents, some not. I found myself wondering how many of the mothers knew about the kind of party we’d had, then thrust the thought away so I could greet them without feeling awkward.

Then Mya came over to me. “I’ve got to run. Thanks, Gladys.”

I met her eyes, suddenly feeling absurdly shy. “When can I see you again?” I asked, lowering my voice.

“I’ll call later this week,” Mya told me. “Thanks a million — it was wonderful.” There was a warmth in her smile that made me want so badly to kiss her…

“You’re welcome any time, Mya,” I said, feeling oddly embarrassed at how desperately I wanted to get her back in bed with me — and as soon as possible.

She winked, squeezed my hand, then left.

A few minutes later Kellie and Becka wandered into the kitchen, hand in hand. Everyone else was gone.

My daughter smiled sweetly at me. “Can we skinny-dip, Mom…?” Kellie asked.

Hesitantly, I nodded. Kellie squealed with excitement, and then the two of them raced from the room. Ah, teen love… so sweet.

I leaned back against the wall, thinking about how I had changed since last night. That question again: was I a lesbian now? 

Bisexual, at the very least, I thought. Mya had pleasured me in a way that made the prospect of being with a man seem utterly mundane.

Outside, the laughing and splashing had stopped. I got up and went over to the window. Kellie and Becka were standing naked on the edge of the pool, passionately kissing. Becka was fondling Kellie’s bare bottom as well. A tendril of arousal spun through me, and I shook my head to clear it, chiding myself.

Deciding to give them some privacy, I picked up a book I’d been reading and stretched out on the sofa. My mind was elsewhere, though, and I ended up dozing off.

Someone touched my shoulder. “Mom.”

I gazed affectionately up at Kellie, letting the fog of sleep drain away. “Hmmm?”

“Can we give Becka a ride home?” Kellie asked.

I nodded, raising myself into a sitting position to stretch my arms. “Let me get my jacket.”

Not much later we were back, and I wandered into the living room, contentedly settling down in the easy chair. Kellie came over to where I sat and surprised me by climbing into my lap to nestle, wrapping both arms around my neck.

“Thanks, Mom. For everything.”

I cuddled her to me. “You’re welcome, hon. I really appreciate the breakfast in bed, by the way.”

“So, Mom…” Kellie gazed up at me, then hesitated.

I raised an eyebrow. “Yes…?”

“Did you and Mya, um, have a good time last night?” She was blushing.

I laughed affectionately. My sex life — or for that matter, my sexuality — is something Kellie and I never really discussed. Now, though, things had changed for both of us, and I felt a sudden desire to be honest with my child.

“It was wonderful,” I murmured, blushing a bit myself. “I’ve never… been with a woman before, and Mya was, well, incredible. She taught me everything.”

“Do you think you’ll ever do it again?” she asked softly.

“Oh, definitely,” I smiled. “It was the best sex I’ve ever had.”

“So, you don’t mind about Becka and me?” she asked. “You don’t think we’re — well, too young to be girlfriends?”

I kissed the top of her head. “No, sweetie. When I was your age, I missed out on a whole lot of experiences. I don’t want you to be like that. If you and Becka are in love, then there’s nothing wrong with — with expressing that love in a physical way.”

Kellie tilted her face up to mine, her arms still twined around my neck. “Thanks, Mom,” she sighed. “Gosh, I sure do love you…”  She raised herself slightly, brushing my cheek with her lips.

What made me do what I did then? Everything, really. Curiosity, hunger, the lust still burning inside me for Mya, the knowledge that my daughter was also experimenting with girls.

I turned my head slightly; returning Kellie’s kiss, allowing it to linger. Her lips parted for me, and I found myself lightly teasing my baby’s mouth with the tip of my tongue.

I drew back and looked at Kellie, who smiled adoringly, her face warm with desire — and then she closed her eyes, pressing herself into me.

Our mouths met again. This time Kellie kissed me like a lover, her tongue darting between my lips. I was stunned, but only for a moment — and before I knew it I was returning her kiss measure for measure, Frenching my daughter with a passion I had never felt for any man, even her father. Our mouths slid together moistly, tongues mingling in a dance of love that left me breathless.

After a bit, Kellie pulled back, looking up at me. Her voice was soft, sweet, and dripping with lust. “Touch me, Mom… please, touch me. I need you.”

“I… I need you too,” I whispered, once again claiming her lips with mine, kissing her deeply, exploring Kellie’s mouth with my tongue. I was no longer capable of reason. All thoughts of right and wrong, of breaking the taboo of incest, and lesbian incest at that — they melted away in the heat of my desire for Kellie. This felt so good, so right. How could I not make love to my daughter?

I popped the button of Kellie’s jeans, then slowly undid her zipper. My hand slipped inside, then under the waistband of her powder-blue panties to touch her vulva. God, she was so wet down there! She squirmed in my lap, moaning deliriously as I fondled her.

I explored Kellie’s slit with curious fingertips, then allowed my thumb to brush her clit. She gasped with delight, pressing my hand tightly between her thighs. She threw her head back, panting helplessly, then a wild cry broke from her throat as she came. Her body went rigid for a long, breathless moment — then with a long sigh, she went limp against me, but her hand stayed on mine.

Finally she raised her flushed face to gaze at me, grinning sheepishly. “Wow… I guess we’re pretty perverted, huh?”

I shook my head, murmured, “No, not that,” then kissed her lightly. “I don’t know exactly what I’d call this, or what it makes us… but I don’t think many mothers have a closer relationship with their daughters.”

Kellie had an expression on her face that I couldn’t read, and I sensed she was about to say something important. “Mom,” she began, then paused to caress my hand, still lingering inside her panties. “I’ve dreamed about you, about me… being together this way.”

That did surprise me. “You have? For how long?”

She shrugged. “Ever since I knew I liked girls.” She leaned into me, nuzzling my neck. “God, you can’t imagine how many times I’ve wanted to kiss you.” Her mouth trailed down to touch my chest, just above the top button of the blouse I wore. “Kiss you, and touch you… all over.” She placed a hand on my left breast. I hadn’t bothered with a bra, so my top wasn’t much of a barrier.

“You can, Kellie,” I whispered. “Do whatever you want to me.” My legs were trembling. I burned for my child, body and soul. It seemed fantastic, impossible to believe — but I’d never wanted anyone so badly, even after my time with Mya last night.

Her eyes shining with love, Kellie started undoing the buttons of my blouse.

Within minutes we were lying entwined in my bed, I was nude and so was she, our legs were forked wide apart, our sexes pressed tightly together. Kellie was clutching my thigh; as for me, I was cupping her luscious bottom.

My daughter frantically ground her cunt against mine and I responded in kind, giving as eagerly as I was getting. It felt unimaginably lovely, the friction of two women fucking — especially when our clits touched, that divine contact practically an orgasm in itself.

Then Kellie’s body shuddered in ecstasy once more, and mine rose to meet her as we both came.

It was beautiful, dreamlike and rapturous, all at once. And even though we were indulging in the taboo of incest, I felt not an iota of guilt or shame. In its place, there was a calm acceptance that told me how much I loved this wondrous sharing with Kellie. That’s what it was, more than anything — sharing.

We lay together in a sweet, sweaty tangle of warm flesh, my baby resting on top of me. “Oh, my angel…” I kissed her tenderly.

“God, Mom…” she sighed, “that was the best.”

I saw Kellie’s eyes on me; felt myself caressed by her trusting gaze. Suddenly I felt a twinge of guilt. How could I do this with my own daughter? Much less enjoy it more than any sex I’d ever had — even more than the blissful lovemaking I’d shared with Mya?

Kellie must have seen the concern in my eyes. “Mom,” she smiled, kissed me lightly on my nipple. “No regrets, please. You’re the best mother in the world,” she said confidently, “even without this.” Then she gently moved her pelvis against mine. “With it…” she sighed, her face alight with pleasure, “you’re a — a fucking goddess.”

I usually scolded Kellie when she used language like that. But right then, with the two of us stark naked, basking in the aftermath of forbidden love… it seemed wiser to let it slide. Besides, I liked the idea of being a goddess, fucking or otherwise.

She stroked my breasts as she gazed dreamily at me. “There is nothing I’d rather do now, do tonight, do tomorrow… do for all of next year than make love to you, Mom. I can’t find the words to tell you how much I wanted this.”

“It was wonderful, Kellie,” I told her soberly, “but we’re not girlfriends, we’re a mother and daughter. I’m not sure that this is… the right thing for us.”

She smiled. “But Mom, we’re both women, too, with human needs. Your needs didn’t go away when Dad left. Me, I’m just learning about mine. All we’re doing is… we’re helping each other. Our world’s not going to come crashing down around us if you and I make love.”

“But it might… if anyone found out what we were doing,” I said, giving voice to an inkling of fear.

Kellie smiled. “Mom, I will never, ever tell anyone about this. Never. No hints, no nothing.” She put a finger to her lips. I nodded and she continued. “And, oh yeah, I know kids aren’t s’posed to say it… but hey, we goof up sometimes. If I do, you can tell me. I don’t have to agree, but if I turn out to be wrong — well, you get to give me the big ‘I told you so.’ Fair enough?”

I held her gaze, feeling my tension ease in the face of her confidence. When did my daughter of fifteen become so knowing, so wise?

“Kellie, if I screw up… would you tell me?”

“If you want, I will,” Kellie said with a nod.

I gave her a shaky grin. “Okay, then. How about a mom who… who has sex with her own daughter? Does that count as ‘screwing up?'”

She laughed. “Oh, mothers and daughters loving one another like we just did… I’m sure it doesn’t happen very often. But I bet it happens more than most people think.”

It was kind of an exclamation mark to things. Kellie pushed me back on the bed, crawled between my legs and started licking my clit. After a few minutes I came — but she didn’t stop, bringing me to orgasm once more.

Once I regained my breath I reached down to take her hand, guiding her up to kneel above my face, just the way I’d done it with Mya, so I could give my daughter the same pleasure she’d given me.

I gazed, utterly enthralled, at Kellie’s sex. Her lightly downed slit, glistening with the dew of her excitement, was the loveliest sight imaginable. I breathed deeply of my girl’s intoxicating scent as I gently opened her with trembling fingers. Then slowly, wanting to savor the moment, I extended my tongue to take that first loving lick.

“Oh, Mom,” she whimpered, “you make me so happy…”

The taste of my daughter thrilled me. I began to lick her up and down, pressing my face into her wetness, thirsting for the warm wine of her sex. Kellie’s pubes were downy soft against my lips, but they quickly became damp and sticky as I ate her. Wanting more, I used my tongue to press inside her vagina, probing as deeply as I could go. It didn’t take long until Kellie was rocking atop my face, moaning with delight as I ate her.

And then she was coming, shivers of orgasmic pleasure surging through her body, gasping over and over again, “I love you, Mom. I love you. Oh, Jesus, I love you…!”

I took my daughter through her climax and, remembering what she had just done to me, moved to her clitoris, taking it between my lips to suckle until she came again.

Finally she simply went limp, slumping to one side to lie next to me. Kellie was panting like she’d run a marathon, flushed from head to toe, her hair askew — yet somehow, she was even lovelier. My heart seemed to expand in my chest, and I wondered with a start if I was falling in love with her. God, my own daughter.

I reached for her, drawing her close to me, and she curled up in my arms. “Mmmm,” Kellie sighed.

“Mmmm… yeah, that’s how I feel, sweetheart,” I chuckled.

“Love you,” Kellie said, her eyes vague, almost asleep. “So much…”

“Love you too, sweetie,” I told her. My body relaxed against hers, and we both dozed peacefully.

When we awoke, there was no regret, no moments of awkwardness. Our eyes met, Kellie smiled lovingly, and we both laughed with joy in our hearts.

I took her hand, pressing it to my lips. “I can’t believe this has actually happened between us,” I whisper, “but I’ve never been so… so content.”

“Me too, Mom,” she cooed.

“W-what happens now?” I murmur, suddenly a little awed by the enormous feelings bubbling inside me right then. Was I really going to be my daughter’s lover?

She smiled, touching my nose with a playful finger. “First…” she giggled, “I think we need to take a shower.” She freed herself from our embrace, rose to her feet, then added, “Together, I mean,” reaching for my hand.

I rose to stand alongside her and, hand in hand, we padded naked through the house to my bathroom.

I hadn’t planned to make love to Kellie again so soon. But once we were standing beneath the flowing hot water in a delicious haze of steam, soaping each other’s bodies — well, I suppose we were bound to be carried away.

First I made Kellie come with slippery fingers, teasing her cunt while I sucked her nipples in turn. Then she made me turn toward the wall of the shower stall and bend over, saying she had something she wanted to try.

Oh, my, did she ever — my wonderful daughter parted my buttocks and began to lick my asshole. The lovely tickly sensation of her tongue against my anus had me shaking like a leaf in a gale.

Then her fingers stole between my thighs to tenderly stroke my clitoris, and I exploded in an orgasm that had me seeing stars. The next thing I remember was sitting dazed against the wet tile, Kellie’s arms around me. I tilted her face up to mine, and we kissed, our tongues dancing together. My heart seemed to glow with the love I felt for my daughter at that moment.


Things changed between me and Kellie after that morning, and unquestionably for the better.

You must understand, though, that what she and I had never blossomed into a full-fledged romance. We were still mother and daughter at the breakfast table, when I got home from work when we went shopping. Then Kellie would give me that special look, and suddenly my child and I were making love again.

We fucked in both our beds, on the couch, in the shower, in the hallway, by the side of the pool — even on the kitchen table a time or two. And once, in a crazy mutual dare, we drove up to the local make-out spot, got naked and had wild sex in the car.

We are still intimate, and blissfully happy with that. Kellie is still girlfriends with Becka, and I still enjoy an occasional night of sexual abandon with Mya, along with a couple of other women I’ve gotten to know since learning the truth about myself.

But the secret passion that my daughter and I share brings me a special kind of happiness that I’ll cherish for the rest of my life, even if the sexual side of it doesn’t last.

I wanted to write about my relationship with Kellie to show that incest is not always wrong or harmful. In fact, my daughter and I love each other more than ever.

Here’s what happened between us last night.

It had been a long, frustrating day at work. I was fairly exhausted, so Kellie and I just made sandwiches and had a quiet dinner. I went upstairs afterward, planning on turning in early.

I took a hot shower, which served to revive me. In fact, as I washed my body, I began to feel stirrings of desire. I’d felt tired before, but now I was quickly finding myself in the mood for some of my daughter’s sweet loving.

I exited the shower, quickly dried myself and slipped into a robe, then peered down the hall, delighted to see that the light was on in Kellie’s room. I padded down to her door, tapped once, then pushed it open.

My timing had been impeccable. Kellie was lying nude on top of the covers with thighs parted wide, a hand tucked between her legs, two fingers buried in her pussy. She had her window open, and the sweet scent of honeysuckle perfumed the bedroom.

“Like some company?” I asked, casting my robe aside and standing naked before her.

Mom!” Kellie squealed with delight. “Yeah, totally… I thought you’d be too tired to play tonight.”

I moved to the side of the bed and reached down to lightly caress my daughter’s mons. “Oh, I’m never too tired to make you feel good, angel.” I traced along the line of her slit with my index finger, giving Kellie a saucy wink. “What’s your pleasure, treasure?”

“Hand, fingers, mouth, tongue… whatever, Mom,” she giggled, “just make love to me…”

My eyes locked with hers, I knelt between Kellie’s spread legs and licked around the vaginal cleft, teasing her until she was on the verge of screaming… then I opened her with my fingers and pressed kisses into the fiery pink flesh, her honey already flowing freely.

I sucked and licked at my daughter until she climaxed, the room ringing with her cries of ecstasy. Then I relaxed as she regained her breath, resting on Kellie’s thigh until she reached down to give my shoulder a squeeze.

“C’mere, Mom,” she murmured seductively, “I want a kiss.”

I crept into Kellie’s arms and she embraced me, her mouth seeking mine. She kissed me hungrily, her tongue circling my parted lips, humming with satisfaction as she tasted herself.

Without a word, Kellie urged me up and into a kneeling position just above her face. I was trembling in anticipation, longing to feel the touch of my baby’s mouth.

Then she was licking me, exploring my cunt with an eager tongue. I moaned, my very being enveloped in a joy so real and perfect that I could almost reach out and touch it. How many mothers in the world were blessed like this, with a child who loved them as unselfishly as my Kellie loved me?

She caressed my ass, her thumbs trailing up the crack; then her tongue flickered inside to lick there. Meanwhile, her fingers stole between my legs to toy with my clit as she firmly pressed the tip of her tongue into my anus, seeking entrance.

I howled as a massive orgasm crashed into me almost before I’d expected it, shaking my body like a rag doll.

I was dazed, concussed, yet somehow still perched atop my daughter’s face. Somewhere in the thick haze, I sensed Kellie nuzzling my thighs, heard her coo, “Oh wow, Mom… that was awesome.”

Carefully raising myself from Kellie, I flopped down next to her, exhaling noisily. Turning to me, she cupped my face in both hands and pressed her mouth to mine, feeding me her tongue. I responded in kind, and we spent a while sharing languid kisses.

Breaking away with a tiny peck on the tip of my nose, Kellie sat up and stretched her body, yawning contentedly. “Mmmmm… I’m gonna sleep like a big ol’ baby tonight!” She lay back down, snuggling into me. “Thanks, Mom. Love you lots.”

I touched my lips to her sweat-glazed brow. “I love you too, angel,” I whispered. “You’re everything to me.”

She soon dozed off. I cuddled Kellie for a while longer, blissfully happy just to be next to her — my daughter, my companion, my best friend, my lover.

The End


Honeysuckle, Part One

  • Posted on November 9, 2021 at 3:23 pm

Author’s Note: This story was adapted from a tiny portion of an incredibly lengthy lesbian novel called “Laura Alban Hunt,” by Gina Marie Wylie. Needless to say, that fragment of plot got expanded considerably in the process, and none of the verbiage of the original remains… so don’t blame Ms. Wylie if you dislike the result. Thanks to her for the inspiration — and to you, of course, for reading it.


By JetBoy

Late one March, my daughter Kellie asked if she could invite some girls from her class over on a Saturday afternoon. First they would go to a movie, return to the house for a pool party, then dinner, followed by a sleepover. That night would change my life forever.

Kellie had been a big help in getting me over my heartbreak when her father walked out on us to shack up with some teenage girl he hooked up with on the internet. The divorce had hit Kellie hard, too, but she summoned up the inner strength that I lacked to help me through the bad days, the times when I felt utterly worthless as a wife and a woman.

The affection Kellie gave me was a lifesaver. More than once a warm hug or a hand on my shoulder made all the difference, helped me to see the world in future tenses instead of wallowing in defeat. My child of fifteen had become my best friend, just when I needed a friend most.

That Saturday of the sleepover dawned brightly. I was up early getting everything ready, happy that I could do something for Kellie to reward her for being a truly amazing daughter. There were what seemed like a thousand little tasks involved in playing hostess to a dozen teenage girls, but I rolled up my sleeves and got to work with a will.

Kellie’s best friend was Becka Kempner, who lived about a mile away and shared in the same homeroom with her at the local high school. The two of them were inseparable. Becka was about five-six, blonde and blue-eyed, and already a gorgeous young woman. She was a cheerleader, and had gotten Kellie involved with it as well. My daughter was the newest member of the squad, and she loved it. In fact, all the girls at the sleepover were cheerleaders.

This story really begins during the pool party. A pack of girls were laughing, shrieking, racing about and splashing water all over the place while I was in the kitchen, working on dinner. Our house had a built-in brick barbecue a short distance from the pool, though I’d never barbecued anything in my life — that had been my ex-husband’s job. I figured that I had to learn how sometime, though.

I got the charcoal lit, then carefully arranged hamburgers, hot dogs, marinated chicken breasts, sliced peppers and asparagus spears on the grill. It was tricky at first; with so many items cooking at once, I was frantically flipping them over and shuffling them around so nothing would burn. Eventually, though, I found my groove, feeling like a master chef as I loaded up several large platters with sizzling cuts of meat and roasted vegetables.

Luckily, the girls seemed to be enjoying themselves while I labored over the grill, so I didn’t have to worry about keeping them happy. They sat outside on the deck, their activity now centered around our two picnic tables, pushed side by side. The air was alive with the hubbub of teenage girls, chatting animatedly about everything under the sun.

Finally laying my barbecuing tools to rest, I hastened to the kitchen for the beverages. I had lemonade, soda and fruit juice for the girls to drink, along with a few cold beers stashed away for myself. I grabbed a couple of pitchers from the fridge, carefully carrying them back out to the patio.

Just as I emerged, a lithe, slender girl with golden-blonde hair stood up from her chair and stretched. Her movements were like something out of a sexy beach movie — back arched, arms above her head, a smile of perfect contentment on her lips.

Then her gaze fell upon me, and I could see immediate interest in her eyes.

I’d been checked out by men before, so I knew what it felt like to have someone look at me with frank desire. Never before, though, had I been so openly appraised by a teenage girl. Her eyes swept over me, taking in every inch of my body and liking what she saw. Then she gave me a knowing smile, slowly moistening her lips with the tip of the tongue.

I felt as if this lovely young woman had just stripped me naked, then posed me for her erotic scrutiny.

She had on a two-piece suit that was actually more modest than the barely-there bikinis most of the other girls were wearing — but modest or not, my eyes were drawn to her breasts, the girl’s nipples visibly erect beneath her top.

Bumping against a deck chair in my distracted state, I nearly lost my balance. I froze where I stood, then carefully turned to set the pitchers I was carrying next to the ice bowl. My pulse throbbed as I struggled to contain a sudden surge of warmth that was coursing through my body — a heat that had nothing to do with temperature outdoors.

Heart pounding, I hastened back to the sanctuary of the kitchen as quickly as I was able. Safely inside, I paused for what seemed like the first time in hours, propping myself against the counter. What on earth had happened just then?

Too much sun, I told myself, unable to believe that I’d just been sexually aroused by a high school girl. Nor was it easy to accept just how intense my arousal had been in that instant.

Then I laughed at myself. Damn, it was time for me to get myself back on the dating circuit if the sight of a young cutie in a bathing suit could get me excited!

Taking a deep, calming breath, I busied myself in the kitchen, cleaning up the mess. By this time, there was a lot of it.

As I worked over the sink, some of the girls brought in plates, cutlery and glasses. One of them lingered, taking a sponge and wiping down the counter while I loaded the dishwasher. This happened to be the girl who had captured my attention earlier.

I nervously stole a glance at her, absurdly relieved that I didn’t feel that surge of sexual heat again. Maybe it was just a flash of the middle-age crazies, I told myself.

Fitting the last plate into the dishwasher, I measured in a cup of liquid soap, closed it and flicked the ON switch. The machine began to churn noisily. When I turned around the girl was still there, smiling at me. The others had wandered back outside.

“Hi. I’m Mya Leonhart,” she said warmly, extending a hand. “I’m also the assistant choreographer for the Homewood squad.”

Oh, yes, I remembered — Kellie had mentioned her before. “Hi, Mya.” Believe it or not, that was all I could think of to say. I felt fairly ridiculous, like a timid young boy might when encountering a lovely girl.

“So, tell me, Kellie’s mom… do you have an actual name?” she said teasingly.

I gave her a shy smile. “Oh, sorry. It’s Gladys.”

Mya laughed. “That’s beautiful,” she sighed. “It sounds like one of those lovely old names that no one gives their kids anymore — but they should.”

“Like, say… Melvin?” I suggested.

She giggled. “I can’t really see you as a Melvin. You’re much too beautiful and feminine for that.”

I was just beginning to relax when Mya suddenly drew close, touching my bare shoulder. Leaning in, she  placed a warm kiss on my cheek. “Thanks for being such a lovely hostess, Gladys,” she murmured, her lips lightly brushing my ear. Then she stepped back, giving me a radiant smile. “See ya later.”

I nodded, trying my damnedest not to blush, certain I was anyhow. And just like that, she turned and padded away to rejoin the party.

Who was this girl? And why was being in her presence making me feel like a bashful eighth grader?

That afternoon taught me something I’d never before understood: when a woman wants to seduce, she goes at it differently than a man does. Men like the pursuit itself, but only if they’re assured of scoring in the end. If they could simply skip the chase and zip right ahead to the conquest, most guys would be completely satisfied.

A woman, on the other hand, enjoys seduction on its own terms. She’s still interested in catching her prey but relishes the act of stalking itself, taking time to savor the game.

As the day’s light waned and vanished completely, the party moved inside to the living room. Kellie and her friend Becka poked through the CDs and put one on. Soon several of the girls were dancing. The rest stood around chatting, relaxed and in a mellow mood.

Figuring that an adult’s presence might put a bit of a damper on the festivities, I adjourned to my bedroom, relaxing with a paperback thriller I’d been working on. Oddly enough, I found my attention drifting; visions of that beautiful blonde Mya distracting me from the story. I could still feel the whisper-soft caress of her lips on my cheek.

Finally I put my book aside with an impatient sigh, roused myself and left my room to peek in on the girls. I told myself I was just seeing if anyone needed a snack, an extra pillow for the night, even an aspirin. Deep down inside, though, I really wanted another glimpse of Mya.

Trying not to be obvious about it, I peered into the living room. The overhead light had been turned off, the space illuminated by matching table lamps on either side of the sofa. I noticed that most of the girls were still in their bathing suits, some of them dancing together.

I didn’t see Mya at first, but then spied her, perched on the arm of an accent chair, nodding her head to the music. Suddenly she turned in my direction, almost as if she’d sensed my presence. Breaking into a warm smile, Mya beckoned me to her. I cautiously drew nearer.

“Where’d you go, Gladys?” she cooed, reaching out to grasp my hand. “I thought you’d abandoned us!” She was still wearing that sexy white bikini, and I had to fight the impulse to steal a look at her breasts, to see if those nipples of hers were erect again.

Instead, I stared at her for a brief eternity, that tongue-tied awkwardness of mine returning with a vengeance. Say something, damn it. “Oh… well, I didn’t want anyone to feel like I was, um, supervising things… so I thought I’d, you know, give you girls some s-space,” I stammered, certain that I sounded like a complete idiot.

“Well, you don’t have to give me any space,” Mya said, her sparkling blue eyes gazing deep into mine. “In fact, I need some stimulating company.” She glanced around the room, then back at me. “Know what I like best about parties?”

What I wouldn’t have given for a witty reply! But standing there, my hand still in hers, I could only say, “Uh… what?”

“Meeting new people,” she answered, “and you’re the only one here who I just met today.” Bending down slightly, Mya patted the seat of the chair. “Spend some time with me, Gladys. I’d like to get to know you better.”

I meekly sat, and Mya rose from the chair arm to plunk herself down on the ottoman, sitting close enough to me for our knees to almost touch. Once more, she turned on that dazzling smile. “Now, Kellie’s mom… tell me everything.”

I felt awkward at first, but Mya had a way of putting me at ease. Before long, I was giving her a thumbnail version of my life story. I didn’t do all the talking, mind you — Mya was receptive to my questions, telling me about herself. She was seventeen, but there was a completeness to her that one seldom found in girls her age — or grown women, for that matter. I was thoroughly charmed.

I glanced about the room a time or two, making sure that my presence wasn’t resented by the other girls. Everything seemed fine; nobody appeared to mind me being there. Even my daughter Kellie, bless her, gave me a big grin and a wink when she spied me chatting with Mya.

Suddenly Mya broke off in the middle of a sentence, her attention captured by Aretha Franklin singing “Respect.”

“Oooh, I love this song!” she squealed. Placing a hand on my knee, she leaned closer. “Dance with me?”

I studied her, wondering if that was a good idea, then decided that I couldn’t think of a graceful way to say no. I nodded, and she gave me a radiant smile, extending a hand.

My pulse began to throb as I rose to my feet. I’d enjoyed our conversation so immensely that my attraction for Mya — and I had to be honest with myself, that’s exactly what it was — had been momentarily forgotten.

Now she was leading me into the center of the room to dance, looking incredible in her bikini.

Mya was a very good dancer, graceful yet uninhibited. As for me, I was clumsy at first, but soon managed to find a groove, shimmying and strutting like I was still in college. “Whoo!” she exclaimed. “You go, girl!”

We danced to a few fast songs, and then the music segued to a slow, romantic Al Green number. She drew closer, slipping a bare arm around my waist, and I nervously placed mine around hers.

As we moved together, Mya and I spoke of this and that — what they call “light conversation,” though God only knows what I was contributing. All I really noticed was Mya’s warm skin under my hand, coupled with the memory of that earlier flash of arousal I’d felt earlier. Somehow, I managed not to stumble.

The song faded down and out, and another uptempo song began. Mya smiled. “Shall we?” she said, gesturing towards the sliding glass door that led out to the back yard.

I followed her outside. It had cooled; the air still and soothing after the day’s heat. The thick, sweet scent of honeysuckle perfumed the air. We stood quietly for a moment, watching the lights around the pool deck sparkle on the gently rippling water.

“Can I ask a favor of you, Gladys? It’s kind of important,” Mya asked me, breaking the silence.

“Um, sure,” I replied. “I mean, you can always ask.”

She gestured at the house. “I’d like to ask — God, how can I put this?” She paused, took a deep breath. “I know that I invited you to join the party in the first place, but now… If it’s okay, could you not go back into your living room for the rest of the evening?”

I was flabbergasted. “But… why?”

Mya gave me a shy smile. “Because tonight is — well, let’s just say that it’s one of the squad’s special nights.”

“Special?” I asked. “What’s so special about this night?”

She answered simply. “Girls… being intimate together, Gladys. A night of sharing.”

I stood there frozen, confused. What was she saying…?

She continued to look at me, her eyes friendly. “Gladys, you’re clearly an understanding person… and I’m sure that you don’t see anything wrong with girls who like other girls. You see, we’re a small circle of friends; we almost never go outside it.” She grinned. “So we have these parties, where we can do the things we want with each other.”

“I — I’m not s-sure I understand,” I stammered.

Extending a slender arm, Mya pointed at the house. “If you went back inside now, Gladys, the music would still be going, but the dancing is becoming, well, something more. The girls would be paired off; sharing soft kisses, light touches. Then the kissing will become hotter, more passionate. They’ll undress each other, lie down together. And then…” Mya shrugged, still smiling warmly. “Come morning, there will be a lot of happy girls in there, ready to face the new week.” She paused, nibbling her lower lip, then added, “Your daughter and Becka Kempner are in love, you know.”

My head spun. I’d had no idea, not an inkling. I never even knew that Kellie was into girls…

Mya studied me thoughtfully. “Are you upset?”

I numbly shook my head. “I… I didn’t know.” I took a deep breath. “I’m just — surprised, I guess. Not upset, no.” I managed a smile. “She’s my daughter, it’s her decision to make, and I’ll always support her.” I raised my eyes to Mya’s. “I only wish she’d trusted me enough to tell me this herself.”

Mya reached for my hand. “She does trust you, Gladys, and as for telling you… well, she just did.” She laughed gently. “Kellie’s been dealing with these feelings for awhile now, and she finally decided that she prefers girls to boys. This is new to her, too.”

“So… about this party,” I asked, “it’s basically, um, a night where the girls have sex with each other?”

“That’s right,” Mya said. “It’s a chance for us cheerleaders to be intimate together.” She smiled wryly. “The ones who like to play with girls, anyway. Not all of us do.”

I studied her face. “What about you?” Then I realized that she was still holding my hand.

“Let me answer your question with a question,” she replied. “Do you know what the best part is about you leaving the girls alone for the rest of the night? Besides giving them the chance to enjoy a sweet, loving time together?”

“No,” I softly answered.

Mya squeezed my hand. “You get to give me a tour of your bedroom.”

I stood rooted to the spot, heart racing. All sorts of half-formed impressions danced through my mind. No matter how aroused I was at that moment, was I ready for my first sexual experience after the divorce? And… did I want that experience to be a lesbian encounter with a high school girl?

My eyes met hers, and she gave my hand a squeeze before releasing it. Her arms twined silkily around my waist and, without a word, she kissed me. No schoolgirl peck, but a firm, openly sexual kiss. Her tongue flickered against my lower lip, seeking entrance.

Without hesitation I opened to her; opened my mouth, my body, my soul.

There was nothing timid about Mya, I’ll say that. Incredibly sweet, yes, but also a girl who knew what she wanted and took it. Her arms tightened around me, drawing me nearer, and I was powerless to resist. Not that I resisted, mind you — no, not for an instant.

Mya kissed me the way I liked best: hungry, confident and with passion, telling me without words that, for this moment, I was hers.

After a few seconds, I broke away, trembling. “I’ve n-never been with a woman before…”

Mya laughed gently. “You already know how… every woman does. It’s easy as falling off a skateboard.”

I giggled, in spite of myself. “I’ve never even been on a skateboard. I was always afraid I’d break my arm or… or something.”

“You don’t have to be afraid with me, Gladys.” She lightly grazed my lips with her fingertips, and I couldn’t help but kiss them. “I’ll be there to catch you.”

As she spoke, her hands had slipped beneath my blouse to unhook the bra catch. Then her mouth found mine once more. As we shared a gentle but lust-filled kiss, I felt her fingers travel down my chest, deftly unfastening each button. It was a universe away from what I’d been accustomed to in high school, those dates spent in the backs of borrowed family cars with shy, clumsy boys.

The last button undone, Mya’s fingers brushed along my bare shoulders as she spread my top wide open. It slid down and off, falling to the deck. My bra soon followed.

Mya was the most giving lover I’d ever had, intent on my pleasure alone. Even as she unfastened the faded jeans I wore, her lips were nuzzling my breasts, pausing to adorn each nipple with a kiss.

Then she slipped a hand in my panties to explore, finding the warmth and wetness concealed within my untrimmed curls — first with her fingers, then with her tongue as she knelt before me, sliding my sodden knickers down to ring my ankles.

I had my first orgasm seconds later when Mya lightly nibbled at my clit, the sheer velocity of it stealing the breath from me. I don’t think I’d ever gotten off so quickly before.

Somehow Mya and I made it over to one of the thickly padded deck lounge chairs, where we lay together, bodies lovingly entwined. I was completely naked, she still wore her bathing suit.

I held my new lover in a happy daze, head spinning at the realization of what I’d just done — and how much I’d enjoyed it.

I felt fingers graze my cheek, and opened my eyes to see Mya smiling at me. “My goodness… you’re a very responsive lover,” she said. “I think that you’ve wanted something like this for a long, long time, Gladys, only you just didn’t know it.”

I took a moment to ponder Mya’s words… marveling all the while at what she’d just called me. Lover. How long had it been since anyone had referred to me that way, even my asshole of a husband?

“Hmmm, maybe,” I finally said. “What you did to me… God, it felt so, so right. Righter than any sex I’ve ever had.”

Mya laughed. “Now that’s a compliment I’ll hang onto forever!” She paused, taking a deep breath. “What is that smell, Gladys? Flowers? It’s absolutely enchanting!”

“Honeysuckle,” I replied, stroking the girl’s bare back, wondering if I should unfasten her bikini top. “It grows wild in these parts. Most folks don’t like having it in their yards, and go to a lot of trouble to grub it out. It’s a bitch to get rid of, too. Me, I’ve always loved the scent, so I just let it grow, trim it back every few weeks.”

“Well, I love it,” she sighed. “The perfect fragrance for romance.”

“Speaking of which… “ I touched her cheek, “um, what happens now?”

That made her grin. “Well… you still haven’t given me that grand tour of your bedroom,” she cooed. “Wanna go inside and play some more?”

Well, that was the million-dollar question, wasn’t it? Common sense told me to politely bid this young girl goodnight, thank her as nicely as possible for making me feel so good, then make my escape. Hide in my room for the rest of the evening and leave the other girls to their sex games. Try to work out what I would say to my daughter tomorrow.

But that wasn’t what I wanted. Not even close. Every fiber of my being ached to explore this new side of my sexuality with Mya, to abandon my sensible self for the moment.

I haven’t even made her feel good yet, I told myself — and a rush of desire mixed with astonishment surged through me as I realized just how badly I longed to make love to this beautiful girl.

I sat up, took a deep breath, slowly stood, then gazed into the warmth of Mya’s eyes. “Let’s go,” I said.

Without a word, leaving all my clothes scattered on the deck, I led her indoors through a side entrance. By the time we reached my room, Mya was naked, the halves of her bikini dangling carelessly from one hand.

I closed the door behind us, dimmed the lights down to a suitably intimate setting, then turned to Mya. For the first time in my life, I looked at another woman with stirrings of lust.

She was as much girl as woman, actually — slim without being skinny, with elegant limbs and slight but flawless breasts. Her nipples were visibly erect again, only this time they weren’t concealed by a bathing suit. A shiver ran through me as I imagined sucking them. Her pubes were a sparse triangle, the color of honey.

Letting her bathing suit drop to the carpet, Mya moved into my awaiting arms, crushing her mouth to mine, tongue darting between my parted lips.

We fell onto the bed without breaking our embrace. Mya and I kissed and groped one another frantically, making out like lust-blinded teens.

Then she was straddling me, her warm, wet sex grazing my belly, staring down at me with hungry eyes. “What do you want to do now, Gladys?” she cooed. “Tell me.”

God, she knew what I needed, could read it on my face plain as day. But she wanted to hear me say the words.

“Oh, Mya,” I whispered, “I — I want to taste you.”

She placed a hand on my shoulder, gently pressing me back. “I think that can be arranged,” she giggled, moving forward until her sex was just above my face.

As I gazed at her lightly-downed vulva, it struck me just how young Mya was. She’s practically still a girl! my conscience protested. Then I realized that Mya might not be fully adult, but she was certainly sexually mature. Maybe more than I was.

I raised my head and hesitantly licked her, delighted to find that Mya’s cunt was tart and luscious. I took my time at first, tentatively exploring her with my tongue.

Then the scent, the taste, the wet warmth of Mya overwhelmed me, caught my soul in a snare of wanting. I was a greedy child discovering a fresh new delight, eager for more of everything.

I buried my face between her thighs, mouth covering the moist slit, pleasuring this teenage girl with utter abandon. Any way you can conceive of making oral love to a woman, I did it, learning what she liked as I went. I felt her warm fluids coating my lips and chin as I plunged my tongue into her, over and over again.

Fucking her with my mouth, I told myself, amazed. That’s what I’m doing.

Finally I centered my attention on Mya’s clitoris, lightly nibbling at the inflamed pearl, just like she’d done it to me out by the pool — and my young lover cried out, panted hoarsely for a long, incredible moment, then finally slumped forward, purring with contentment.

Damn, Gladys,” she panted, settling down into the crook of my arm. “It’s hard to believe you’ve n-never done that before!”

All I could think of to say was, “Um… so, you liked it?”

“Liked it?” Mya giggled, then gave a blissful sigh. “Oh, I liked it and then some…”

I rested my hand on Mya’s hip, but it wanted to explore, so I let it drift over the unimaginable softness of her belly, then up further until I was cupping her breast. My heart seemed to skip a beat when I felt her nipple stiffen against my palm.

I sensed lust renewing itself as a prickle of heat between my thighs, then felt my face go hot at Mya’s knowing giggle. “Oh, Gladys… you’re get-ting hot and bo-thered a-gain…” she sang.

“I — I never cooled down, I don’t think,” I admitted.

Mya placed a dainty kiss upon my nose. “It’s late, Gladys, and we’ve just had one hell of a workout. Let’s save something for when we wake up.” She grinned. “Sex in the morning between two girls, when the day is new… Mmm, trust me, there’s nothing like it.”

I glanced over at the clock on the nightstand, figuring it to be about eleven-thirty or midnight, startled to see that it was just after two AM. Definitely after my usual bedtime.

As if the clock had given me permission, I suddenly felt drowsy. Relaxing into the embrace of my bed and this lovely naked girl, I sighed in perfect contentment. “Okay, then,” I said. “Good night, Mya.”

“Good morning,” Mya murmured, “and thanks for everything. You’re a wonderful lover.”

It didn’t take but a little while before Mya was dozing peacefully, her breathing slow and even.

I mused on what an eventful day it had been, in more ways than one — and somehow, fell sound asleep in the midst of my reverie.

On to Part Two!


Grammy’s Place

  • Posted on September 25, 2021 at 2:33 pm

By JetBoy


“Almost there, hon,” Darla said, driving past the park, deserted but for a few kids idly kicking a soccer ball to and fro. “Wow, the old gazebo looks pretty sad. You’d think the city council would have a coat of paint put on it, at least.” She smiled. “I got my first kiss there, y’know.”

“With Dad?” her daughter Miranda asked, peering at the view as they drove past.

“God, no,” Darla laughed. “This was at least three years before I met him. It was, let me see… Timmy Barnes. He worked at the gas station. Probably still does, come to think of it.”

“How long has it been since we last visited Grammy?” Miranda asked her mother Darla, idly glancing at the businesses lining Main Street.

“Oh, at least two years,” Darla replied, flicking the turn indicator, then steering the car into the left-hand lane. “The last time was right after your jerk of a father left… hmm, okay, so it’s been a little less than two, actually.”

“Don’t you think we should have called her first, though?” Miranda asked. “What if she’s out of town or something — we’ll look like total idiots, driving a hundred miles for nothing!”

With a devil-may-care shrug, Darla replied, “Well, I have a key to her house, so even if Mom isn’t there, we’ll have somewhere to stay. And if she’s gone for a few days, you and I can just drive over to New York City and let our shopping demons out to play. So don’t worry so much, kiddo. I promise you, one way or the other, we’ll have the time of our lives.”

A couple of minutes later, Darla pulled into the driveway of a modest suburban house. “Here we are.”

“Finally,” Miranda replied. “Boy, is Grammy gonna be surprised to see us. I hope she’ll make us a batch of her stuffed pork chops — I’ve been thinking about that ever since we decided to take this trip!”

“You know, I tried my best to learn that recipe, but it never did come out as good as when she made them,” Darla said, putting the car into park and shutting off the ignition. “Tell you what — let’s leave the bags in the car for now.”

Darla and her sixteen-year-old daughter climbed the stairs to the front door. Miranda rang the bell, and the two of them waited for about a minute or so before Darla stuck her key in the door with a shrug, “Well, she’s probably at the store or something. Let’s go in and wait for her.”

It felt a little eerie entering someone’s home unannounced, and Miranda was just about to comment on that when her mother said, “Let’s make sure that she isn’t here.”

Miranda peered down the hallway, noticing that a light was on in her mother’s room. Turning back to her daughter, she whispered, “It looks like she’s in her bedroom. Let’s be quiet, though, in case she’s asleep.”

They tiptoed down the hall, then carefully peered into the room at the end — and that was when Miranda and Darla got the shock of their lives.

“M-Mother!” Darla stammered while holding onto the door frame to keep from keeling over. “What in the name of God are you doing?”

Miranda, while just as stunned as her mother, didn’t need anyone to tell her what was going on, because right there in front of them was Grammy, stark naked with her legs spread wide apart, being orally pleasured by a young woman who couldn’t have been older than twenty!

“Darla!” her mother gasped while trying to cover herself. “What are you doing here? Haven’t you ever heard of phoning ahead before you visit someone? Or knocking before you enter?”

“Jesus, Mother,” Darla replied, her head still spinning, “I can’t believe this!”

“Can’t believe what?” The young woman glared at Darla, a fierce light in her eyes. “That Sarah is into other women? Is that what you mean? Got a problem with it?”

“Of course not!” Darla exclaimed, suddenly defensive. “It’s just that, I mean, I had no idea she was…”

“Gay?” the young woman sat back while caressing her mother’s inner thighs. “She is, though. Get used to it, lady. She’s awesome in bed, too.”

“But, Mother,” Darla protested while trying to make some sense of the situation, “you were married for over thirty years to Dad… d-did you always feel this way?”

The young woman was lightly teasing Sarah’s vagina with the tip of her finger. “I got married because I wanted a family, dear,” Darla’s mother replied. “Your father was a good man, but I’ve always preferred women, even when I was just a girl.”

“M-my God,” Darla stammered. “So, ever since Dad passed…”

“I’ve been living as a lesbian,” Sarah said softly, now dreamy-eyed with pleasure. “I see that Miranda isn’t bothered by it.”

Darla’s gaze quickly snapped towards her daughter who, she was shocked to see, had a hand inside of her jeans and was fingering herself.

“Miranda!” she said in a horrified voice. “You — what on earth are you doing?

“She can’t help herself,” Sarah said, then asked her granddaughter, “You like what you see, don’t you, child?”

“She’s right, Mom,” Miranda gasped to her mother, “J-just look at how pink and juicy Grammy’s pussy is, oh wow, does that look good!”

Darla glanced back and forth at both her mother and daughter, utterly befuddled by what was taking place, but when the young girl, who introduced herself as Margo, hopped up, took Miranda by the hand and led her to the bed to join her and Grammy, she had to speak up.

“Y-you stop that right now,” Darla ordered weakly when Margo began to remove Miranda’s top. “Leave my daughter out of this!”

“Nobody said she was a lesbian,” Margo said softly, now helping Miranda’s out of her pants. “All we’re gonna do is have a little fun, that’s all.” She smiled at the teen. “Is that okay with you, sweet stuff?”

Miranda answered with a soft moan, taking a seat in a nearby chair, offering no resistance when the young dyke dipped down between her supple thighs and began to lick.

“Don’t b-be mad at me, Mom,” Miranda gasped, glancing over at her stunned mother. “I — I like girls.”

Darla could only stare. She knew that she ought to put a stop to this; pull this defiant young woman away from Miranda, make her daughter get dressed and take her away from this. Stay in a hotel tonight, come back tomorrow and pretend that none of this ever happened… instead, she stood rooted to the spot, unable to tear her eyes away from the sight of her baby girl being taken by a young lesbian. The blissful expression on Miranda’s face shook Darla to the core.

She’d never explored sex with another woman, but had indulged in the occasional sapphic fantasy now and then when masturbating. In fact, on the rare instances when she indulged in online porn, it was usually the lesbian material that got her the hottest.

Since her divorce, Darla had toyed with the notion of exploring sex with another woman, but not to the point of getting out there and making it happen. Instead, she’d dated a couple of guys, but the magic just hadn’t been there.

Did I ever really enjoy sex with men? she wondered. This looks so much better than anything I ever had…

As if in response to her mother’s reverie, Miranda suddenly threw her head back, crying out as she came.

Raising her face from the teen’s vulva, Margo lightly caressed Miranda’s slit. “Mmmm,” she cooed, then turned to gaze at the girl’s mother. “So tell me, Darla… are you as hot as the other women in your family?”

Staring nervously at the young lesbian, then stealing glances at her naked mother and daughter, Darla began to drift toward the door, but then Miranda jumped up, seized her arm and began pulling her over to the bed. “C’mon, Mom — join us! If you’ve never been with a woman, you’ve absolutely got to try it out — it’s the best!”

“Oh, I — I don’t think so–” Darla protested, but she didn’t put up much of a struggle when Margo began to undo her blouse. Before she knew it, her clothes were off and Mother’s lesbian lover was feasting on her cunt.

“How is it, dear?” Sarah asked softly, “Margo has a very talented tongue, don’t you think?”

All Darla could do by then was moan and thrust her hips forward, a sure sign that her climax was imminent, but what threw her over the edge was when Miranda leaned over and, without warning, took one of her large nipples into her mouth and began to suckle.

“Oh my,” Darla gasped, “Good grief! I’m gonna come and I c-can’t help it, ohhh God does that feel good, oh my, yes! Suck my clit, oh yes, do it to me!”

“That’s it, Mom!” exclaimed Miranda, now fondling her mother’s bare breasts.

“I think your mother’s getting into the swing of things, dear,” Sarah said softly while diddling her clit. “She always did have a very responsive pussy, I remember. When she was a baby, she used to love it when I cleaned her down there.”

The four of them were now a hodgepodge of arms, legs, breasts, and pussies as Darla’s cunt convulsed in a second orgasm, one that left her limp and exhausted with Margo still gently licking her.

As Darla recovered, her daughter drew near, claiming her mouth in a passionate tongue kiss. Startled, Darla tried to pull away, but Miranda held fast, eagerly Frenching her mother.

Finally, Darla submitted with a lustful moan, letting the teen have her way, relaxing into the kiss. Soon that wasn’t enough, and her tongue shyly emerged to mingle with Miranda’s. She began to touch her daughter’s naked body, inhaling sharply as Miranda’s hand found its way between Darla’s trembling thighs.

Before she knew it, Darla was coming again, masturbated to orgasm by her own daughter. She broke away to cry out her rapture, then found herself seeking out Miranda’s mouth to kiss.

“Oh God, Mom,” the teen whispered in between kisses. “I love you so much. I’ve dreamed of doing this with you for — for ages!”

Darla gazed deep into her daughter’s eyes. “We really shouldn’t have, sweetness… but I’m glad that this happened.”

Parting from her mother with a soft peck on the cheek, Miranda turned to her grandmother.

“It’s your turn, Grammy,” Miranda said, lying between the older woman’s parted thighs, “so get ready!” She claimed her grandmother’s mouth in a fervent tongue kiss, wrapping her arms around the older woman. Darla could only stare, stunned by how aroused she felt, watching her daughter and her mother making love.

“Ohhhhhh God,” Sarah gasped as her pretty young granddaughter scooted down and began to feast on her pussy, “s-she’s incredible, Darla, she knows just what to do to a woman, ohhhhh, such a good girl!”

Darla rolled her head to the side to get a better look at what was happening, her heart racing at the sight. This was so perverted and wrong, everything they were doing — yet somehow, she didn’t want to make it stop. Seeing movement just above, she offered no resistance when Margo straddled her face and pressed her dripping pussy into Darla’s mouth, obliging her to orally satisfy the young woman’s freshly shaven cunt.

The sheer insanity of this scenario was enough to make Darla’s head spin. Not much more than fifteen minutes ago, she and Miranda were on their way to pay her mother a surprise visit. Moments later, they were standing in the doorway, shocked senseless to see Sarah engaged in lesbian sex with a young woman. Now they were part of the action, performing oral sex on Grammy and her lover!

Soon Margo was coming in Darla’s mouth — and the older woman drank down every drop of the young lesbian’s nectar, surprised by how much she enjoyed eating pussy. Then, when Margo dismounted her face, Darla’s eyes shifted over to witness the beautiful sight of her mother and daughter, making passionate love.

Just half an hour ago, the very idea would have horrified her… now, watching Miranda go down on her own grandmother seemed completely natural and right. They’re only bonding, Darla told herself, but in a very special, very intimate way. They love each other more than ever. Somehow, it doesn’t feel wrong.

That was when Sarah’s eyes met hers — and Darla gasped at the pure, naked desire she saw in them. My God… does Mother want me, too?

As if Darla’s thought had been audible, Sarah smiled at her daughter. “Come here and kiss me, darling. I’ve licked Margo’s pussy many times… now, I want to taste her on your lips.”

Now trembling with excitement, Darla reached out for her mother, slipping into Sarah’s arms. Their mouths met — and Darla immediately made their first lover’s kiss an intense one, her tongue darting between the older woman’s parted lips. Without a second thought, she began to fondle her mother’s breasts while their tongues mingled deliciously.

Breaking the kiss, Sarah whispered, “I love you, Darla. I’ve wanted to be with you like this, ever since you were twelve.”

Twelve?” Darla gasped.

Sarah nodded, her face flushing slightly as Miranda’s mouth explored her cunt. “You were wearing your first bikini… my God, what a sight! I felt warm all over, and I thought it was the sun. Then I realized that it was you, my precious little g-girl.”

“I remember that swimsuit,” Darla said. “And seeing me in it… that turned you on, Mother?”

“Like nothing I’d ever felt before,” Sarah replied with a nod. “I wanted to lay you down on the deck chair, take off that suit and lick you all over. Especially that pretty little pussy of yours.” Her hand had found its way between Darla’s legs, and now she was gently fingering her daughter. “I’ll bet it’s still pretty, too.”

Darla moaned, a dreamy cast to her eyes. “Oh, Mom… if you really want t-to lick me, I — I guess you can.”

“Oh, I do,” Sarah said. “Come sit on my face, sweetheart. Then I can pleasure you while Miranda does it to me. A real mother and daughter lovefest, doesn’t that sound nice?”

“It sounds completely crazy,” Darla said. “But what the hell, I’m willing.”

As she spoke, the thirty-five-year-old housewife carefully straddled Sarah’s face, then slowly lowered herself. A gasp escaped Darla’s lips at the touch of her mother’s mouth. “Omigod, that feels incredible, Mom.”

Sarah was humming happily, caught up in the wildest, kinkiest sex imaginable — feasting on her daughter’s cunt while getting orally pleasured by her granddaughter. The very idea warmed her heart. We’re closer now as a family, she realized. A beautiful new intimacy between the three of us. I only hope that Darla won’t feel guilty afterwards, that we can keep being lovers. She trailed her tongue through her daughter’s dripping slit, then sucked briefly at Darla’s clitoris.

She suddenly wondered what Margo was up to. If I know her, she won’t settle for just watching.

In fact, Margo was kneeling behind Miranda, cupping her pert little bottom. Gently parting the girl’s cheeks, she bent down to run her tongue through the dark pink cleft, teasing Miranda’s rosebud. The teen gave a blissful moan, but kept licking her grandmother.

Settling in, Margo began to rim the younger girl. She loved eating asses, and this one was especially nice.

Miranda was lost in ecstasy, more aroused than she’d ever been in her sixteen years. Before today, her only real lesbian experience had been a hurried fuck in the spare bedroom of a friend’s house during a party. But in the last half-hour, she’d had sex with a perfect stranger, then her own mother, and now she was going down on Grammy while getting her butthole licked! It was like being caught up in a freaky dream… but the warm juices coating her lips and the thick, rich aroma of cunt that filled Miranda’s nose made it clear that she was anything but asleep.

Still perched on her mother’s face, Sarah’s warm tongue exploring her cunt, a trembling Darla studied the nude bodies of the other three women through fresh eyes, seeing them for the first time as objects of desire. At that moment, it seemed utterly ridiculous that she’d never explored this side of her sexuality before. And who on earth could have known that doing it with the women in my family would be so hot, so satisfying?

It’s the best sex I’ve ever had, she told herself. Maybe it’s only my first time, but it definitely won’t be the last. Darla was already feeling the urge to go down on her daughter, to see how many fingers she could get into her mother’s vagina.

Those images were enough to make her come for the third time, the strongest climax yet. Darla clenched her jaw tightly enough to hurt, breath rasping through gritted teeth as spasms of ecstasy battered her nearly senseless. She finally had to break away from Sarah’s loving mouth, somehow managing to get down from her kneeling position and stretch out next to her mother — who was clearly on the verge of coming herself.

Indeed, seconds later Sarah’s orgasm came crashing down, a choked cry escaping the woman’s lips as she took pleasure from her granddaughter. Miranda was dreamy-eyed and purring with pleasure as she went down on Grammy — that is, until Sarah placed a trembling hand on the teen’s shoulder and gasped, “That was lovely, dear, b-but please stop.”

Raising her face from between her grandmother’s legs, Miranda licked the warm honey from her lips, then began to nuzzle Sarah’s inner thighs, slowly kissing her way up the older woman’s nude body.

Sarah glanced over at Darla, feeling a warm, joyous surge of love for her daughter. “I love you, honey,” she said. “Thank you for making my fantasy come true.”

“I know it’s wrong for moms and daughters to — to be sexual together,” said Darla. She fell into a dazed silence, then laughed. ““But I don’t care… I’ve never been fucked half as well as this!” Raising herself up on one elbow, she drew close to Sarah, their noses nearly touching. “I love you, Mother.”

Their mouths came together in a tender kiss that soon grew intense, tongues meeting and mingling. Darla had just placed a hand on her mother’s breast when she felt another naked body nestling into theirs.

Breaking apart, Sarah and Darla glanced up, smiling to see Miranda squeezing herself between them. “Got room for one more?” the girl cooed.

Reaching out for her daughter, Darla pulled Miranda into an embrace and kissed the girl passionately, tasting her mother’s cunt on the girl’s lips and tongue. Then the teen shifted her attention to Sarah, her tongue eagerly probing Grammy’s mouth.

From that point, three generations of women came together in an incestuous lesbian free-for-all, kissing and fondling each other without restraint. That is, until the sound of a throat being cleared broke into their lustful abandon.

Three lovers looked up to see Sarah’s young lover Margo, grinning at the lewd proceedings, a latex strap-on cock dangling from one hand. “I understand that you guys need time to explore this, er, new family dynamic of yours…” She paused to wink. “…but the fact is, I’ve only come once tonight. If one of you hot babes will put this dick on and give me a nice hard fuck, I can go home happy.” She glanced from mother to daughter to grandmother. “Any volunteers?”

“Me!” squealed Miranda, scrambling to her feet and bounding over to where Margo stood, her buttocks jiggling in a most enticing way. “I’ll fuck you, um… what’s your name again?”

The tattooed young woman stared at the teen, then burst into guffaws. “It’s… it’s Margo, sweetie. You’re Miranda, right?”

“Right,” Miranda replied, grinning as she eyed the strap-on. “So, Margo… can I really fuck you with that?”

“Oh, absolutely,” said Margo. “Here, I’ll help you put it on.”

Darla and Sarah nestled together, occasionally swapping lustful kisses while they watched Margo fasten the sex toy around Miranda’s waist.

“So, Mother… has she ever used that on you?” Darla asked, idly caressing her mother’s vulva.

“She has,” Sarah replied. “The first time Margo fucked me, I came so hard that I fainted.” Extending her tongue, she licked Darla’s nipple, then took the swollen bud between her lips to suckle.

Ohhhhh, yes, Mom, keep doing that,” Darla moaned, then gave a shaky chuckle. “Y’know, I’m still pretty new at this whole lesbian sex thing, but I’d sure like to use that toy on you — after I lick your pussy, that is.” She giggled, delighted with her own boldness.

Sarah stared at Darla in a mixture of amusement and surprise. “Goodness me… whatever happened to that prim and proper daughter of mine? It’s like you’ve become a crazy teenager again!”

“God, I don’t know,” Darla giggled. “It’s been so long since I’ve gone completely wild… and I haven’t had sex worth mentioning since Harry left. Guess I just needed something to, to fire me up, get me out of this rut.” She gave a shaky laugh. “I sure didn’t expect to be getting loose with my own mother and daughter, though!”

“Well, I certainly never expected anything like this to happen, especially with Miranda,” Sarah said, reaching down to cup her daughter’s generous ass. “But now that it has, being lovers with the two of you makes perfect sense.” Gazing deep into Darla’s eyes, she pressed her fingers between the tender globes, teasing the younger woman’s anus. “I do hope that you’ll want to do this again someday, sweetheart.”

“Oh, yes…” Darla whispered, on the verge of joyful tears. “You know I will… anytime you like.”

Mother and daughter came together in a passion-filled kiss, then parted to take in what promised to be a most impressive sex show. Margo had just finished fastening the harness of her strap-on around Miranda’s waist and had crawled onto the king-size bed, kneeling next to Sarah and Darla.

Presenting her ass to Miranda, she murmured, “Okay… fuck me.”

Climbing onto the bed, the teen knelt behind Margo, then reached between the young woman’s legs, fiddling with her cunt.

“Mmmm, that feels nice,” Margo sighed. “You don’t need to prep me, though — my pussy is plenty wet. Just put that thing inside and get to work, lover.”

“Sounds good,” Miranda said, taking hold of the latex prick that jutted from her groin, carefully placing the tip against Margo’s opening, then moving her hips forward, pressing inside the older girl.

“Oh, yeeeeaaaahhhh…” Margo moaned, letting her head loll back. “Keep going, keep going… OH!” Her eyes widened for an instant, then she leaned forward, her knees moving even further apart. “That’s it, yeah. Now do me hard and fast — that’s how I like it!”

Sucking in a lungful of air, Miranda began to move, working her fake cock in and out of the slippery vagina of her grandmother’s young lover, moving more vigorously with each stroke.

Nestled in her mother’s arms, an awed Darla feasted her eyes on the lewd spectacle of her sixteen-year-old daughter, fucking another woman from behind. Miranda was getting into the act of penetration in a big way, too — the breath hissing through her bared teeth as she plunged that slippery cock into her older partner over and over again, her belly slapping against Margo’s ass with each stroke.

It was a side of her child that Darla had never seen before: the girl transformed into a crazed she-beast, taking a woman she’d only just met with animalistic abandon. The sight both unnerved and aroused Darla, and she couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to get taken that way by her daughter. Christ, I thought she was still a virgin!

Almost as soon as the thought entered her head, Darla knew that she would do whatever it took to make that fantasy real. I want Miranda to fuck me like that, she decided. Tonight, if I can make it happen.

Now she and her mother were masturbating each other as they watched the hot sex action, taking place just a couple of feet from where they lay entwined. Margo was beyond speech, her head bobbing in time with Miranda’s fierce thrusts.

And then she was howling like a cat in heat, head thrown back as her longed-for orgasm came crashing down. Her body jerked wildly, almost dislodging Miranda’s cock — but the grinning teen held on fast,  hips pumping vigorously as she drove the lust-slicked toy in and out. The liquid sound of fucking filled the room in a steady, relentless rhythm.

Margo rode the wave as long as she was able, then finally wrenched away, the glistening prick coming free with a pop just before she collapsed onto her side, shaking helplessly. Darla grabbed Margo’s arm just in time to save her from slipping off the bed, and Miranda guided the young lesbian’s head onto the nearest pillow.

Daughter, mother and grandmother watched in awe as Margo panted and gasped for breath, still caught up in her orgasm.

Finally, she lay motionless but for the rise and fall of her breasts. Her eyes slowly drifted open. “Wow,” she whispered. “I… I almost came that time.”

The room was silent for a moment — then Sarah, Darla and Miranda all burst into laughter.

“Seriously, though,” Margo added, slowly raising herself up on both elbows, giving Miranda a weary smile. “You were awesome, girl! Was that really your first time with a strap-on?”

The teen blushed. “Jeez, it’s practically my first time doing… anything! Once I fooled around with a girl at a party, but all we did was finger each other. I watch a lot of lesbian porn, though — guess I learned some stuff that way.”

Darla laughed. “That’s what I get for not putting a parental block on your computer, I suppose. Not that I’m complaining, mind you!” She turned to her mother’s lover. “So, Margo… about that, um, sex toy of yours.” She pointed to the glistening cock that was still fastened around her daughter’s waist. “Would you mind if we, er, borrowed it tonight?” She grinned sheepishly. “After watching you and my daughter together, I think I’d like her to use that monster on me.”

“How can I say no?” Margo replied with a snicker. “Especially since it gives me an excuse to drop by tomorrow and pick it up.”

“You don’t have to leave, dearest,” Sarah protested.

Rising from the bed, the young woman began to gather her clothes. “After that last round, I’m fucked out,” she said. “Besides, you guys have some family bonding to take care of.” She looked at Darla. “How long were you two planning to stay? At least for the weekend, I hope.”

Darla slowly nodded. “I’ve got to be at the office on Monday, and Miranda has school… we can drive back on Sunday night, I suppose.” She smiled. “You will be coming back tomorrow, then?”

“Try to stop me!” said Margo, shimmying into her jeans, then stuffing her panties into the front pocket. “That was the hottest experience I’ve ever had.” Wandering over to where the family of new lovers lay entwined, she gave each of them a kiss, ending with an especially heated one for Sarah. “Night-night, babe. See you tomorrow.”

“Goodnight, my love,” Sarah replied.

“Nice to meet you!” Miranda exclaimed. Darla settled for a friendly wave — and with a crisp salute back, Margo was gone.

Sarah settled back with a blissful sigh. “Lord, I adore that girl.”

“How’d you meet her?” Darla asked.

“Oh, Margo works at the library. I used to exchange hellos with her… then we began to chat a bit, and all of a sudden I realized that, well, she was flirting with me.” Sarah was blushing slightly. “I can’t deny that I… felt an attraction to her, but I’d no idea what to do about it.” She chuckled. “Luckily, I didn’t have to do anything at all. She asked me out on a date… and I said yes. Before the week had ended, we were lovers.”

After a moment’s silence, Miranda spoke up. “She likes older women, huh? Well, so do I!” With a shy smile, she slipped a hand between Darla’s thighs, letting it rest on her mother’s vulva.

Sarah nodded. “Yes, she does… and what we have is incredible. I’ll be with Margo for as long as she’ll have me. And now…” She glanced from her daughter to her grandchild, all smiles. “…now I’ve found love with my precious girls, a new, beautiful love. I — I can’t even begin to say how happy the two of you have made me.” Her eyes were moist, her voice quivering.

Drawing close, Darla gave her mother a tender kiss. It was meant to be brief, but then she allowed it to linger. Before she knew it, their tongues were engaging.

“Hey, hey,” Miranda protested, “I want some, too!” The two older women gently broke apart, and the teen was quick to make her move, giving them each a brief but torrid French kiss.

Hands began to travel over bare skin, lips were nibbled, heartbeats quickened and the rich, musky scent of pussy grew strong and sharp once more. The incestuous lovers soon found their desire coming to the boil all over again.

“Let me lick you, hon,” Darla whispered, gazing into her daughter’s eyes. “I want to know what my little girl tastes like.”

“God, yes!” said Miranda, quickly flipping onto her back. Legs spread wide, she opened her cunt with two fingers..

Kneeling between the girl’s legs, Darla savored the heady aroma up close, then dipped down to take a long, slow lick.

“Mmmmm… yeah, just like that, Mom. Ohhhhh!”

Her lips barely grazing Miranda’s slit, Darla had to ask, “Is it true what you said, honeybunch… that you’ve been wanting me to, to make love to you? Honestly?”

Miranda held her mother’s head with trembling hands, twining her fingers into Darla’s hair. “Y-yeah, Mom… I — I started h-having these thoughts about you, once I figured out I was gay.” A shiver raced through the teen’s slender frame as her mother began to lick her cunt again. “Oh, hell, oh shit, d-don’t stop doing that, Mom!”

Nearby, an enthralled Sarah watched as her daughter and granddaughter came together as lovers. Darla was getting into cunnilingus in a big way. Now she was sucking and slurping at Miranda’s dripping vagina as if feasting on the girl, punctuated by quick flashing thrusts of the tongue.

“One night, I c-couldn’t stand it anymore,” the girl continued. “I — I touched myself while I was thinking about you… thinking about us naked and in bed together, kissing. Really kissing. God, I came s-so fucking hard. After that, I started thinking about you all the time when I got off.” She gave a shaky laugh. “I can’t believe it’s happening, that we’re really doing this.” Miranda’s voice fell to a whisper. “I love you, Mom.”

Darla let her tongue reply, trailing it again and again through the exposed pink flesh of her daughter’s cunt, teasing the erect clitoris with each juicy lick.

It was all too much for Sarah. She couldn’t just watch anymore — it was time to participate. Crawling around to kneel behind her own daughter, she placed both hands on Darla’s outthrust ass, briefly fondling the soft, taut globes, then spreading them apart. She murmured, “Here’s something Margo taught me to love. I’m sure you’ll enjoy it just as much.”

Bending down, she slowly licked a pathway through the dark pink cleft, pausing to circle her daughter’s anus with the tip of her tongue.

Darla gave a surprised cry, muffled by Miranda’s pussy, and tensed up for an instant — then relaxed, caught up in the unexpected pleasure of being licked back there, something she’d never experienced.

My God, that feels wonderful. How could my own mother be doing this? And why does knowing that it’s her make me so excited, so happy? 

But really, it makes perfect sense, Darla decided, going down on Miranda with a renewed fervor. The love of a mother for her daughter — how can anything between a man and a woman compare? We’re just taking that love somewhere new — a beautiful, blissful place. 

Darla moaned again as Sarah began to fuck her with two probing fingers, the older woman’s tongue still buried in the crack of her ass. Keep doing that, Mother! she silently pleaded. Don’t stop, don’t stop!

By then, Miranda was on the verge of release, tiny spasms shaking the girl’s frame, her hands balled into white-knuckled fists. And when Darla gave her clitoris a tiny nibble, that was enough to send the gasping teen over the precipice.

“Oh, Mom… oh, shit, MOM!” the teen wailed. “I love you!” Her body seesawed back and forth, causing the headboard to bump against the wall in a low, steady tempo.

Determined to bring her own daughter off, Sarah quickly sat back up, then placed her thumb against Darla’s rosebud, easing it into the younger woman’s rectum with one smooth, steady stroke.

Darla jerked violently, giving a strangled cry as she came. She was too much in need of a decent breath to keep licking Miranda, but did manage to find her daughter’s cunt with the right hand and began to clumsily masturbate the girl as best she could.

After a long moment of shared ecstasy, the teen and her mother lay side by side, their sweat-glazed bodies lazily entwined, chests rising and falling. Sarah knelt beside them, a beatific smile on her lips as she whispered, “My precious girls,” caressing them both.

Finally, one of Miranda’s eyes slowly opened, looking up at her grandmother. “Hey, Grammy,” she mumbled. “It’s your turn. Can I make you come again?”

Sarah laughed, then patted the girl’s shoulder. “No thank you, dearest… Right now, I’m feeling very satisfied. We’ll do more tomorrow, I promise.”

“That’s right,” Darla said, raising her head slightly. “I still want to use that sex toy on you, Mother.”

Sarah smiled. “I’d like that,” she said. “But for now, I think what the womenfolk of this family need most of all is a good night’s rest… and you’re both welcome to share this bed with me.”

“Mmmm, yeah,” Miranda murmured, then broke into a huge yawn. “Guess I better get up an’ go brush my teeth.” She swiveled into a sitting position, putting both feet on the floor. “I’m not puttin’ on a nightie, though — or anything else!” Giving the women a look, as if daring them to object, she rose to her feet.

“Our toothbrushes are in the green suitcase, and the suitcases are still in the car — remember?” said Darla. Just rinse your mouth out for tonight.”

“Okay.” The teen padded into the neighboring bathroom.

“I’d better get up too — these damned covers are all out of whack,” Darla sighed.

“Here — I’ll help you straighten them,” said Sarah, pausing to give her grownup daughter a very sensuous kiss before tugging the contour sheet back into place.

A few minutes later, the three women were settled into Sarah’s king-size bed, all of them still naked.

“Thank you, girls,” Sarah murmured as she embraced Darla and Miranda in turn. “This has the nicest night of my life.”

“So… we are gonna keep doing this, right?” asked Miranda, caressing as much female flesh as she could touch. “Fucking, I mean.” Grasping her grandmother’s plump nipple, she rolled it between finger and thumb.

Darla glanced at Sarah. “Well, your grandmother and I already decided that we don’t want to give this up.”

“No indeed,” Sarah declared. “So that’s that.”

“Well, good night, then!” chirped Miranda. “Love you, Mom.” She gave her mother a deep, sexy kiss that had Darla’s head spinning, then turned to Sarah. “Love you, Grammy.”

Sarah had only intended to swap a gentle peck with her granddaughter, but Miranda turned it into the hottest, most ardent tongue kiss she’d ever had. In spite of herself, the older woman began to respond, her own tongue enticed into the action.

Finally the girl broke away, flashing a wicked grin. “Grammy… are you sure you don’t wanna fool around some more before we go to sleep?” Her hand was on Sarah’s lower belly, Miranda’s fingers toying with her grandmother’s pubes.

Giving the teen a stern look, Sarah said, “You, my dear girl, are an incorrigible tease.” Then she broke into a laugh. “But you’ve got me all worked up now, so you’ll damn well have to finish what you started.”

“Yeah!” Miranda cried, pumping her fist. Tugging the covers to one side, she bared her grandmother’s body. “C’mon, Mom… join us!”

“Oh, what the hell,” said Darla, sitting up and reaching for her mother.

Within two minutes, the incestuous lovers were at it again, warming the room with the heat of their passion.

The End


Allie’s Visit

  • Posted on July 31, 2021 at 3:07 pm

Note: When I posted this as an Author Unknown entry, I’d completely forgotten that this story was already here in a different version… one that only ever appeared at the long-gone Sisters in Love site, called “Eros and Agape,” by Sarah. I’d polished that one up a bit before first making it public, but there was a version in my own collection that I’d reworked far more extensively, just for fun.

When reader Emet informed us that we had two copies of the same story, I was about to take mine down… but then decided that it was different enough to justify leaving it here.  So I’m taking the liberty of crediting myself with this rewrite/adaptation of Sarah’s original work, while giving her credit (and fervent thanks) for creating the superb plot line. You may like hers better, you might prefer mine. Up to you. Either way, thanks for reading.


By JetBoy

My sister Allison and I have always been close, even though there’s a five-year age difference between us. Allie was always mature for her age, so it never struck me as odd that I enjoyed hanging out with her when she was ten and I was starting high school. Even as I got older, she always seemed to be no more than a year or two behind me. I couldn’t compete with her in terms of sweetness, though. No one could.

At the time this story begins, I was attending a university in Georgetown, which happened to be about three thousand miles away from my family. Being on a seriously tight budget, I could only fly home once or twice a year at most, so Allie and I mostly kept in touch by phone and email. That was nice, but I really missed the time that my kid sister and I spent together.

By the time Allie was thirteen and about to start high school, I was living alone in an apartment just off campus and had just ended my first romantic relationship with a woman. It felt like the real thing for the first time in my life… but it turned out that Cathy played both sides of the fence, and she ended up throwing me over for a guy. I hadn’t exactly grown bitter or hopelessly disillusioned with love, but I wasn’t looking for anyone new, either.

I was feeling lonely, though, so when Allie told me she wanted to pay me a visit, I was thrilled. The only thing she’d asked Mom and Dad for the previous year’s Christmas was plane fare to my side of the country, and they’d given it to her. I scheduled a few days off from my classes, then started to work out a list of fun things Allie and I could do while she was here.

On the day of Allie’s arrival, I met her by the baggage carousel at the airport. When she came down the escalator and into view, my jaw dropped. My sweet, skinny kid sister had matured into one of the most beautiful girls I’d ever seen. Her thick, luxurious black hair was pulled back to keep it out of her face, and she was dressed simply in a white blouse and a faded pair of blue jeans, but she looked like a million dollars.

Allie saw me, broke into a huge grin, and in a heartbeat turned into the sweet, playful girl I loved so much.

Seconds later she was in my arms, filling my head with her sweet, familiar scent, and I said, “Omigod, sis… when did you get so beautiful?”

She just laughed. “Oh, c’mon… I’m not that pretty. Not like you.”

We made our way over to a bench, not very far from the carousel, where we spent the next twenty minutes getting caught up on everything while the rest of the passengers claimed their bags. Eventually we were the only ones left, and Allie’s two small suitcases were slowly circling the belt. I grabbed one, she got the other, and we hauled them to the bus stop.

A couple of hours later, after the sun had gone down, our bus reached the Georgetown station, and we took a cab to my apartment. Allie dozed off during the ride, so I took her bags inside, then returned to the taxi to wake my little sister up.

Giving me a sleepy smile, she said, “Are we home?”

“Home at last,” I replied. “Can you make it inside on your own steam, or do I have to carry you?”

“Don’t you worry about me… I’m a big girl,” Allie said.

With an enormous yawn, she climbed out of the cab, somehow managing to shamble to the door without my assistance while I paid and tipped the grinning taxi driver, then followed her indoors.

“Got anything to drink?” she said, spreading her arms wide before falling back into the embrace of my sofa.

I went into the kitchen and extracted an Italian Barolo from my modest wine rack, then poured a generous measure for each of us. When I returned she was stretched out, her eyes closed. I pushed her legs aside so I could sit down at the other end of the sofa, then handed her a glass.

“I knew there was a reason I came to visit,” she murmured, sitting up to drink. She emptied half the glass in a gulp, and then set it back down on the table. “Yum,” she said. “Thanks for that.”

“Don’t expect me to let you get hammered, though.” I laughed. “So… what do you want to do tonight?”

She laid back down. “Would you mind if we just stayed here? And watched a movie, maybe? Or you could watch something, and I could fall asleep with my head in your lap?”

“I’m fine with a movie,” I said. “But you haven’t slept in my lap since you were little, kiddo.”

Allie gave me those puppy-dog eyes of hers, a look that I never was able to say no to. “Oh, please, Sarah? I’ve been wanting to do that again for, omigosh, ages!” She smiled. “I swear, the nicest dreams I ever had in my life were on that old brown sofa, you holding me…” That last word turned into a long, drawn-out yawn.

“Okay, okay,” I replied, raising my hands in a gesture of surrender. “Hey, if you want to regress back to your elementary school years… who am I to argue?”

She found my hand, gave it a squeeze. “Thanks, Sarah. You’re the best big sister in the world!”

“And don’t you ever forget it, kiddo,” I replied in my best Bogart impersonation.

We chatted for a few more minutes, sharing hometown gossip while we finished our wine and enjoyed the cool of the evening. Finally, after a peek at my watch, I said, “Say, if we’re gonna watch a movie, we ought to get started. Take those bags to the bedroom and get into whatever you’ll be sleeping in tonight, while I find us something to watch.”

“Okay,” Allie said, got up, then paused. “Um… the bedroom, you said?”

“Down the hall,” I replied. “Second door on the right.” Picking up her bags, she left the room with a wink.

I turned on the TV and searched through what was on offer, looking for a good movie, preferably something old and in black and white. By the time Allie returned, dressed in a white cotton nightie, I’d settled on Notorious, a Hitchcock film with Cary Grant and Ingrid Bergman. We’d missed the first ten minutes, but I remembered the movie well enough.

“That nightie was too small for you a year ago,” I told Allie as she padded over to the sofa. “I can’t believe Dad lets you wear it around the house.”

“He doesn’t,” she admitted, then another yawn escaped her lips. “Sorry, I guess I’m kinda jet-lagged. Yeah, I know this is too small, but I’ve always loved wearing it.”

“We’ll buy you a new one while we’re here,” I said. “C’mon now, sit down! You’re blocking Cary Grant.”

She slid down onto the sofa and rested her head in my lap, facing the screen. Ingrid Bergman was drunk and behind the wheel of her car, doing her best to wipe the smug look off Cary’s face by driving too fast, swerving from one side of the road to another.

I quickly got absorbed in the film’s plot, so it took me longer than it should have done to notice that Allie had drifted off and was sound asleep. Well, that usually happened when we watched a movie like this. I began to gently stroke my little sister’s hair as she dozed, getting caught up once more in the Hitchcock thriller.

Only I ended up falling asleep, too. When I woke up, my fingers were still twined in Allie’s hair, but the TV screen was showing opening credits for another old movie, something with Joan Crawford. Allie was in the same position on the couch, except that she had turned her head away from the television so that she was facing my belly. She made a contented sound in her sleep when I started stroking her hair again.

Looking down at her, I saw that Allie’s too-small nightgown had ridden up to the very tops of her legs. Maybe because of the wine I’d had earlier, my neck and the top of my chest were starting to feel especially warm as I found myself studying my sister’s thighs.

God, she was beautiful. Out of nowhere, I had a sudden longing to put my hand on her thigh, to feel the soft skin beneath my fingers.

I shook my head to dispel this thought, and looked back up at the television. Joan Crawford was serving up breakfast to some actor whose name escaped me. I wasn’t especially interested, but kept watching.

A minute or two later I caught myself staring at Allie’s bare legs again. They were slightly parted, and as I watched she shifted her hips just a bit, trying to get comfortable in her sleep. I placed my hand on her back, just below the shoulder blades, and began to lightly massage her. She just relaxed even more, nestling into my lap like a kitten.

I continued to check out my sister, taking note of the gentle contours of her body, the way the small of her back met the curves of her ass, how her thighs seemed so soft and pliable despite the firmness of her muscles. Allie had ripened into womanhood while I’d been away, and the sight of her fascinated me.

Suddenly I was cautiously tugging on Allie’s nightgown, wanting to see more of her. I managed to pull it up high enough to expose a hint of her white panties. Her bottom was wonderfully shaped, and as much as I’d wanted to caress her thighs a moment ago, now I had an even more maddening desire to let my fingers glide over that luscious ass. And maybe, since I was already touching Allie down there, I could slip my hand inside those plain cotton underpants, feel her warm, bare skin, trace the cleft of her…

Jesus Christ! My face grew flushed as I realized that I was becoming sexually aroused by my own sister.

I’d come to the realization that I was gay a few months earlier when I got involved with Cathy, who worked in a record store downtown. I hadn’t yet come out to my family, though I planned to let Allie know the truth about me while she was there. Now the sight of my beautiful baby sister in her underwear was getting me all tingly.

I should have felt mortified, but I told myself it wasn’t really lust I was feeling. It was just that she looked so soft and beautiful, so inviting. But even as I tried to convince myself, I knew it was a lie.

Unable to resist, I pulled her nightgown even higher. I was rewarded a few seconds later by the sight of my sister’s bottom, lit faintly by the television’s glow. Her panties were thin and almost transparent, and they didn’t quite conceal the crease of her ass.

I had a sudden and graphic picture of a woman with her face buried between Allie’s legs, kissing her cunt. I wondered if my sister had ever fooled around with another girl, or if she fingered her pussy to fantasies of her cute friends.

I’d opened Pandora’s box, and now my mind was running wild, seeing Allie as a sexual creature for the first time. What did her pussy look like? Had she grown real pubes yet, or was there just angel-soft down adorning her vulva? I was getting wet, and it didn’t help that Allie’s head was resting on my groin, or that I could feel her warm breath caressing my belly.

Reaching for the remote, I switched off the TV, angry with myself for what I’d been thinking. How could I look at my baby sister like that? It was as if I’d become possessed by a perverted version of myself. I wanted to rouse Allie from her slumber and pack her off to bed, then fire up my laptop, seek out some hot girl/girl story and finger myself into a lather. Purge myself of these sick thoughts about my sister. But she was sleeping so peacefully that I was reluctant to wake her up… that’s what I told myself, anyhow.

Less than two minutes later, I was studying her lovely form again, those wicked notions elbowing their way into my mind again. Before even realizing I’d done it, I pulled Allie’s nightgown up again, this time far enough to see the long, smooth line of her back… and the adorable dimples she had where the curve of her bottom began.

Suddenly Allie shivered in her sleep, and I hastily pushed the nightgown back down.

She didn’t awaken, but that sudden surge of fear helped me recover the good sense I’d nearly lost. Time to turn in, I decided, and gave my sister a gentle nudge. She shifted, grimaced, and I bent to whisper, “Wakey wakey, Allie. Time for bed.”

“Mmmkay,” she said, promptly dozing off again.

I let her snooze for a little longer, then woke her up again. “Don’t fall back asleep,” I said, “or I’ll spank you.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” Allie mumbled, but this time, she managed to sit up. I helped her stand, and she put an arm around my shoulder as we trudged down the hallway and into my room. I deposited her on the bed, then said, “Goodnight, kiddo. The bathroom’s right next door. See you tomorrow.” I turned to leave.

“Wait, wait!” Allie cried, sitting up. “Aren’t we gonna share a bed?”

I blinked at this, suddenly feeling uneasy. “Is that what you want? I’d planned to let you stay in my room while I took the couch.”

She frowned. “Oh, don’t do that, Sarah! I want us to sleep together, like back when we were kids.”

“Sure, I guess,” I grinned, trying not to look as jittery as I felt “As long as you don’t kick me in your sleep like you used to do.”

“I’ll do my best. Feel free to kick me back.”

Five minutes later, I tucked her in and kissed her cheek. She was fast asleep by the time I turned off the light. I slipped quietly into the bathroom to take a quick shower.

Scrubbing myself, I thought about what had happened on the couch. What on earth had gotten into me? Still, it wasn’t as if I’d molested Allie in her sleep.

The whole idea seemed ridiculous, anyhow. Even if I could get past the incest taboo and the fact that she was only thirteen, what would Allie do if I actually made a move on her? Freak out, that’s what, I told myself.

As I rinsed the soap away, my hand had worked its way between my water-slicked thighs. Without noticing, I’d begun to trace idle circles around my clitoris. I closed my eyes, giving into the moment’s pleasure — but then began to picture Allie’s bottom, barely concealed by those worn-thin panties. I quickly jerked my hand away, feeling a sudden angry urge to punch the wall. I had to stop having these thoughts about my sister, damn it!

Climbing out of the shower, I dried myself, hung up the damp towel and quickly brushed my teeth, switching off the bathroom light as I padded into the bedroom. Light from the street was spilling through the room’s single window, so I didn’t need to turn on the bedside lamp. I walked over to the dresser to grab a fresh pair of panties and a T-shirt. Usually I slept in the nude, but since I had company…

I glanced toward the bed, coming to a dead halt as something caught my eye. Allie had not only kicked off most of her covers, she’d pulled off her nightgown and panties as well. She was stark naked, and one of the pillows was tucked between her thighs.

My heart was pounding, my hand frozen on the handle of the dresser. I’d pulled the drawer open, but then I slowly, deliberately pushed it shut. It doesn’t make sense to be modest, not if she’s going to sleep in the nude anyhow, I told myself, but I was lying again. I just wanted to be naked with her.

I went around to the other side of the bed and got in as quietly as I could manage. I curled up in a position that was almost identical to Allie’s, my back to her. I expected to lie awake for a long while, but surprised myself by dozing off almost immediately.

It was anything but a normal night’s sleep, though. One strange dream blended into the next, and each one had some kind of sexual aspect to it — the price I had to pay for not finishing myself off in the shower, I suppose. At one point, I found myself half-sitting, half-kneeling in the bed, then realized that I was sitting on someone’s face. Warm hands rested on my thighs, and a soft, lazy tongue was circling around and darting into the crack of my ass. I responded by lowering myself down to the unseen face beneath me. That lovely tongue bathed my anus, tickling and arousing me at the same time.

I finally thought to look down, and saw Allie’s body stretched out underneath mine. I gasped, but instead of moving away, pressed even harder against my baby sister’s face, letting her lick my rosebud…

My eyes snapped open, and in the sudden darkness I was gasping, shocked by the memory of incest with my thirteen-year-old sister. It shook me up something fierce. Then I felt Allie’s body, pressed against mine, her warm breath caressing the back of my neck. She had curled up against me, the way she used to when we were both little girls, only now I could feel her soft, budding breasts against my back. Allie must have  kicked away the pillow between her thighs, because she had one leg draped over my hip, an arm wrapped loosely around my midsection.

Still struggling with my lewd dream, I felt a mixture of excitement and guilt that was downright dizzying. The guilt soon faded, though, maybe because it seemed so unnecessary, so pointless in the dark.

Then a wicked impulse seized me, one I was powerless to refuse.

I pressed my ass back into Allie, the way I might have done with my ex-girlfriend whenever she spooned me. Then I very gingerly lifted my sister’s arm and moved it upward, finally letting it come to rest on my left breast, with one soft hand grazing the nipple.

Even though Allie was still dead to the world, the weight of her hand made my nipple harden and throb. Then after a few seconds she gave my breast a gentle squeeze, as if she was picking something up in her dream. I remained in that position for a good long while, her hand unconsciously cupping my breast, with my ass as close to my sister’s vulva as I could get it. It might have been my imagination, but I thought that I could feel a hint of Allie’s pubes — and that got me wondering again what she looked like down there.

Finally I couldn’t take it any longer. As delicately as I could, I untangled myself from Allie’s embrace, sat up against the headboard and began to masturbate. I tried not to move around too much, so as not to wake my sister — but it felt so good that I couldn’t keep still.

I began to feel reckless. What would happen if she did wake up? I wondered. She masturbated too, surely — I’d figured out how at the tender age of eleven, after all — so how offended could she be?

Then I saw Allie starting to awaken, and it only made me bolder.

I slid two fingers into my pussy, gasping as I opened myself up, then brushed my clit with a swipe of the thumb. I drew a circle around the swollen button, then another — and suddenly I was shaking, panting with pleasure.

Then I saw Allie sitting up, watching me.

At first I thought she was going to run out of the room, or gasp in shock at what I was doing… but then I saw the motion of her arm, a hand tucked between her thighs. Oh, my God — she was touching herself!

Allie was mostly in shadow, and she must have wanted me to see her face because she came forward, kneeling right in front of me on the bed, only inches away.

Drawing nearer, she placed a hand on my knee to steady herself, and my body reacted to her touch as if I’d been electrocuted. “Allie…” I whimpered, not knowing what to say, what to do. My pussy was throbbing, my clit felt as if it was on fire, and all I could think of was how lovely my sister smelled right then.

Suddenly she extended her arm, and then I felt cool, soft fingers pressing down on the hand I was using to massage my clit. She followed my movements, trying to feel what I was feeling, that other hand still busy between her thighs.

She was content to just feel me playing with myself at first, but suddenly she pushed my hand aside, and her fingertips brushed my juicy cunt. She whispered, “Let me, Sarah.”

I moaned, putting my hand on hers… and she began to explore, a finger gliding up and down the length of my slit.

“Touch me,” I moaned, lost in the moment. “Oh God… touch my pussy, Allie!”

I gasped as she penetrated my cunt, her face flushed with excitement — then I nearly swooned as she placed the other hand, wet from her own pussy, on my left breast. I was more turned on at this moment than I’d ever been. My whole body was sheathed in sweat, and I could smell our mixed arousal in the air.

“Oh, Sarah,” she whispered, “I love you.”

That was it. I was hit with what felt like three or four orgasms simultaneously — not one after the next, but all at once — and I bucked against Allie’s hand, my entire body shaking from head to toe as I cried out.

Then Allie knelt between my thighs, lowered her head and then — oh Christ — her mouth was on me, tasting my cunt, her hands clutching my hips.

“Oh God, Allie — yes.

She moaned, and the vibrations echoed through my clit and through my body — then suddenly I was rolling us both over, turning her onto her back with her head still between my legs, until I was on top of her.

“Don’t stop, Allie,” I told her. “Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop!”

She needed no encouragement. I slid forward and backward on her face, making it easy for her to alternate between sucking my clit and drinking down the honey that was flowing from my cunt. I stayed on top of her that way, letting Allie love me with her beautiful mouth for what seemed like an eternity. It was as if a strange woman had taken over my body, and my younger sister was eating her pussy.

I had to taste her, too. I lifted myself and quickly spun around to face the other direction, still straddling Allie’s head. Before she could say a word or ask what I was doing, I lowered my pussy to her face again, and felt her hands spreading my ass cheeks.

Oh, God — was she going to…? She was. Her tongue found my anus, and I started moving my hips around in a slow, tight circle, letting her pleasure me, letting her do what she’d done to me in my dream.

“I love you, Allie,” I panted, looking down at her naked body stretched out beneath me. Her hand had found its way back to her pussy, and she was openly masturbating.

I lowered myself onto her body, pressing my breasts against her tummy. Then I opened my mouth and licked her, very slowly, from her navel to the top of her lightly-furred vulva, then down even farther, until my mouth was on her opening — and then I was doing it, going down on my thirteen-year-old sister.

Her scent drove me wild. I licked her wet pussy in an animal frenzy, feeding on her with a gentle but insistent fury. I wanted to drink every ounce of juice from her body, to devour her whole.

I flicked her clit with my tongue and she cried out, her whole body stiffening beneath mine. I closed my lips over the swollen nub and gently sucked, and she began to shudder with pleasure. I slid my hands under her ass and used one finger to play with her anus as I ate her, and Allie responded by doing the same thing to me.

Suddenly I felt, more than heard, Allie’s low-pitched, animal groan. She began to pump herself against my mouth like a rearing horse as she started to come. Her mouth feasted on my pussy as she lost herself in a frenzied orgasm, and I suddenly found my ecstasy rising to match hers.

My climax blinded me with its power, making every single nerve ending on my body ultra-sensitive, so that even the slightest touch from Allie anywhere was enough to trigger another exhausting wave. I was coming in her face, her hungry mouth taking it all — and I returned the favor with everything I had. Finally we both collapsed in a sweet, sticky heap of moist flesh.

We didn’t move for a long, long time. I thought Allie had fallen asleep, but then she startled me by getting up on her hands and knees on the bed. “Sarah,” she said, her voice hoarse and shaky.

“Allie,” I whispered back, touching her face in the semi-darkness.

“Please… fuck me.”

I gaped at her. “Fuck you?” My God, she was just a kid!

She nodded. “I’m not a virgin any more, and I — I want to feel you inside me, Sarah. Do it to me with your fingers, pretty please…?”

I didn’t speak. I didn’t move or even breathe. Then I sat up, bringing my face to within an inch of hers. We came together in a tender kiss… then her tongue slipped into my mouth and our kiss became hot and lustful. I palmed a soft breast with my left hand, feeling her nipple grow taut.

Finally I broke away and said, “Okay, Allie. But I’ve got something better than fingers.”

I climbed off the bed and went to the closet, then turned on the light so I could find the box hidden in the very back. Looking inside, I found what I needed — a strap-on dildo with adjustable heads. It was a present from Cathy, from back when we were still an item.

Taking the smallest head, which I’d never used before, I quickly fastened the harness around my hips, then turned off the closet light. As I turned and approached the bed, holding the cock in my fist, Allie purred with pleasure, then said, “Wait.” She was kneeling on the bed, facing me, her body backlit by the moon. Just seeing her silhouette made my nipples stiff.

“What is it?” I said

Her voice was tense with excitement when she said, “Turn on the light, Sarah. I want you to see me. I want you to look at me while we fuck… to see my face… to watch me come.”

My heart was pounding frantically. “Sounds good to me,” I breathed. I leaned over and fumbled with the lamp beside the bed, finally locating the switch — filling the room with soft, friendly light.

I turned back to Allie, now lying back on the bed, her arms down at her sides, covering nothing, her thighs open for me. Her face was sweaty and flushed, and her silken hair spilled onto the pillow like liquid gold. Her mouth was open a tiny bit, and she was gazing into my soul with those enchanting blue eyes.

Because I knew that Allie wanted me to look at her — really look at her — that’s what I did. I drank in the view of her ripening body, her flawless breasts and those visibly erect nipples. Her chest rose and fell with quick, shallow breaths, and I caught a glimpse of a single bead of sweat, watching it glide down from between her breasts, across her belly, only to dissipate as it approached her belly button.

Then I was staring between my sister’s legs, thrilling to the sight of her pussy. Her pubes were sparse, and matted with the liquid proof of arousal. I could smell her from where I stood.

I climbed on the bed, and Allie spread her legs even wider, which opened her cunt enough to reveal the rosy flesh inside. Her eyes never left mine. I slid forward on the bed, and she smiled, waiting for me to take her.

I guided the head of the cock to her slit, letting it rest for a moment against the opening, then slid it up and down, very slowly, and Allie’s hands closed on the bed sheets, clutching them in handfuls.

“Please,” she whispered. “Please, Sarah.”

I pushed forward, an inch of the strap-on disappearing inside my sister. She gasped, her mouth forming a perfect O. We were both ready to do this, to take our relationship into unexplored territory. Letting go of the dildo shaft, I put both hands down on either side of Allie’s body.

As I pressed forward, inching my way into her vagina, she started to shake. I felt a sudden pang of worry, concerned that it might be too thick for her, but Allie arched her back and said, “Do it, Sarah. Fuck me!”

With one smooth, steady stroke, I slid all the way into her. She cried out, but almost immediately started to thrust against me. She wrapped both legs around my hips, then her mouth found mine, and we were sharing a lover’s kiss. She broke away just long enough to cry out as I raised my hips and started working the cock in and out of her, then kissed me again.

I pressed my body against hers, trying to angle my thrusts so that both our clits were being stimulated by the contact. The kissing alone made me dizzy, and I loved how Allie used her strong legs to pull me into her with every stroke, enabling me to penetrate deeper. I felt her moan around my tongue as her body began to quiver.

Now my sister was bucking wildly against me, and I responded by fucking her more roughly than before, using shorter, faster strokes instead of the long and gentle rhythms I’d gone with at first. Her nails were digging into my back, and I felt her breasts pressing against my own. I pushed myself up on both arms, needed to see Allie’s face as I fucked her.

It was an incredible sight. She was a panting, sweaty goddess, her eyes burning with lust, pleasure and love. Especially love. For me. Her big sister. A rush of arousal coursed through me as I bathed in the light of those bright blue eyes.

That surge of warmth doubled itself as Allie took hold of my nipples, rolling them between her fingers and thumbs, her grip occasionally tightening when I entered her. I knew that I was probably fucking her too hard, but I couldn’t stop. I doubted that she wanted me to, anyhow.

“Almost there,” Allie panted. “D-don’t stop, Sarah, my God don’t stop…”

I dipped down to kiss her again, her tongue darted between my lips — and then I simply got lost in fucking my beautiful sister. Somehow we reversed positions — I wasn’t sure how, just that suddenly Allie was on top of me, her hair sweeping over my face as she pumped her hips up and down, taking every inch of my cock.

I brought her mouth down to mine, and we kissed yet again. I felt her tears fall on my face, but I knew that these were tears of joy; of love. Allie plunged her tongue deep into my mouth, her whole body trembling on top of mine, and I knew she was about to come. She was riding me hard and fast — but I wanted to show my sister another way to get off, one my ex had taught me.

Wrapping both arms around Allie, I brought her frantic motion to a halt and held her still, gently moving the cock around inside my sister’s vagina as if I was stirring with it. She went rigid, holding her breath for an instant, then wrenched away from our kiss, her hoarse scream breaking forth, filling the room.

Then I came myself, just seconds after Allie’s climax reached its peak. She slumped onto me, bathed in sweat, and I squeezed and clutched her body to mine as I rode it out, jolts of ecstasy shaking me like an angry child’s rag doll.

A long time later, after our tremors had subsided and we were both able to draw breath again, Allie lifted herself from me, groaning as the dildo left her cunt, then flopped down beside me. She didn’t move away, keeping her body nestled into mine. Then she started to giggle. I began to laugh, too, and I don’t think that either one of us knew why we were so amused.

“When I talk to Mom and Dad,” she said, her lips brushing my neck, “I’m going to tell them that you went all out to make this trip special for me.” Then we were both laughing again.

I wanted to talk with Allie, discuss what we’d just done… but I was wiped out and so was she. Instead, I switched the lamp off and settled into the damp sheets.

“I love you, Sarah,” she whispered, finding my hand, giving it a squeeze.

“Love you too, Allie,” I replied, squeezing back. We both soon fell asleep.

When I awakened the next morning, Allie had already risen and was in the kitchen, singing wordlessly to herself as she made us both breakfast. I hastily brushed my teeth, then joined her, and we ate together.

It turned out that Allie had been sexually intimate with her best friend Stacy for about half a year, and that she’d fantasized about me ever since deciding she was gay.

It’s been five years since that incredible night, and we still fuck whenever possible. And since we now share an apartment, that means nearly every evening. Oh, I very occasionally get it on with other women, but my sweet sister Allie is the love of my life.

The End


Her True Self Discovered, Part Two

  • Posted on May 8, 2021 at 2:07 pm

By BabyKeiko and  JetBoy

I emerged from the fog of slumber into the brightness of a new day, only to find myself in an unfamiliar bed. It was disorienting for a few heartbeats, then the memory of the previous night made itself known — and just like that, I was wide awake in a flash.

Oh my God, oh my GOD… did it really happen? I lay beneath silken sheets in Chrissy’s guest room, my baby daughter Ellie nestled beside me.

I remembered all the details of last night, the events unwinding in my head in vivid color. Our evening had gone from casual conversation to immersing ourselves in a tiny paradise of our own making, my secretive desires finally brought to life in a beautiful way.

It began when my new best friend Chrissy had invited her preteen daughter Mayumi to climb into her lap. When the child obliged, Chrissy shocked me by baring her breasts and offering one to Mayumi, who latched onto a nipple and began to suckle. The sheer intimacy of the act overwhelmed me, but I couldn’t stop watching… and soon enough, I realized that they wanted me to see this.

I’d always felt a powerful attraction to women and girls, but it took a failed marriage to convince me that I was gay. There is a hidden side to my lesbianism, though… for as long as I can recall, I’ve felt sexual arousal for little girls. Even my two-year-old toddler Ellie has been the subject of these secret, forbidden fantasies.

I never shared these feelings with anyone — my friends, my husband, the few women who had shared my bed since the divorce. How had Chrissy known? I still wasn’t sure. Perhaps she’d noticed the longing glances I was giving Mayumi. Maybe as the lover of her own child, she recognized me as a kindred spirit.

Chrissy invited me to come closer, to sit near her and watch, then pulled up Mayumi’s top to expose her bare upper half, inviting me to touch her daughter. I fought the urge, but Chrissy placed my hand on the girl’s body, and I was lost, unable to say no.

Then my friend bared Mayumi’s smooth slit with a gentle tug of her skirt. I stared as the girl’s thighs were revealed to me, inch by lovely inch — bracing myself for a glimpse of her panties, stunned to see that she’d gone without them.

The sight of her childlike sex electrified me, made me hunger for what I shouldn’t want. But Chrissy knew my mind, knew my desire. She began to pleasure her daughter, caressing that sweet pink cleft. Such a lovely sight… I’m not ashamed to admit that I was moved to tears by the sheer beauty of the moment.

Before I knew it, Mayumi was coming, her nipples stiffening to my touch… and I was sharing a passionate lover’s kiss with her mother.

I was in a blissful daze after that… but I do remember Chrissy offering me her glistening fingers. “Would you like to taste my little girl?” she said.

I closed my eyes, parted my lips.

Seconds later, the tart, luscious flavor of Mayumi’s was glowing on my tongue, like the tang of some sweet, exotic fruit. Greedy for more, I captured Chrissy’s hand, refusing to surrender it until I’d sucked her fingers clean.

As my eyes drifted back open, Mayumi was climbing down from Chrissy’s lap, Smoothing her skirt down in a gesture of modesty that only aroused me all the more, she turned to her mother. “Can we take Charlene to bed now, Mommy?”

Without a word, Chrissy rose to her feet, pausing to give me a warm smile before turning to walk away, her heels clicking as she advanced toward the staircase.

Mayumi extended her hand, and I clasped it in mine. “C’mon, Charlene,” she said, “let’s go upstairs and have even more fun!”

My heart thumped wildly as I imagined the pleasures that awaited me in the sanctuary of Chrissy’s bed. With a whispered “Okay,” I allowed the object of my desire to lead me up the stairs — close behind her beautiful mother, whose apple-shaped bottom hypnotized me with each step. But I hungered most of all for Mayumi, whose taste still lingered in my mouth. What would it be like, I wondered, to sample that nectar from its source?

Chrissy led us into her bedroom, which was gorgeously done in hues of peach, accented with touches of black. No doubt I’d have been awed at any other time… but right then, I only had eyes for my beautiful companions.

“Let’s get more comfortable,” Chrissy said, then began to undress. Mayumi, already topless, quickly shucked the red skirt she wore, leaving her nude. The sight of her left me light-headed, but Chrissy was also capturing my attention. She hadn’t bothered to refasten her bra, and it fell open as she wriggled out of her dress, then carelessly cast both garments aside, standing before her daughter and me in blue silk panties that matched the bra.

“Let me, Mommy,” Mayumi cooed, hastening to kneel before her mother. Taking hold of the waistband, she slowly drew the blue panties down to Chrissy’s ankles.

I was enthralled by the sight of my friend’s vulva. Her auburn pubes were trimmed into a neat triangle, the pink flesh of her labia glistening with the evidence of arousal.

Mayumi clearly enjoyed the view as well. Whispering, “I love you so much, Mommy,” she placed a warm, tender kiss on Chrissy’s mound, her lips brushing the reddish-brown curls.

Hand in hand, mother and daughter climbed onto the bed, where they nestled together, smiling at me. “Come on, Charlene,” Mayumi said, “take your clothes off!”

I came to myself with a start… the sight of Chrissy and her little girl undressing had been enough to make me forget to do anything but watch them. Now it was time to bare my own body, and I couldn’t help but feel like a shy, awkward child in the presence of these two beauties. How would they respond to the sight of me in the nude? Would they like what they saw?

It was too late to back out, in any case. I was already barefoot, having left my shoes downstairs. Reaching behind, I took hold of the zip and tugged it down to my waist, then shrugged out of the top half of my black dress to reveal a fiery red lace bra.

“Ooohh… pretty,” Mayumi said, and I gave silent thanks to providence for having decided to wear my sexiest lingerie for this occasion.

Down the dress went as I slipped out of it, moving as sensuously as I dared until I stood before Chrissy and Mayumi in bra and matching red panties. Unhooking the bra, I let my breasts fall free.

Mayumi spoke up, wearing an eager grin. “Can I take off your panties?”

“She loves to do that,” Chrissy said with a warm laugh.

“Um… sure!” I replied, quite liking the idea myself.

Practically bouncing over to where I stood, Mayumi knelt before me, grasped the waistband of my panties and slid them down, just the same as she’d done with her mommy. I stepped out.

Then I was nude, fully exposed to this woman and her child, both of whom I loved desperately. My heart raced as I waited for whatever was to happen next.

Holding my sodden underwear in one hand, Mayumi reached out with the other to caress the softness of my belly. Her hand was incredibly warm, I remember that. Then she gazed up at me with those soulful brown eyes and whispered, “You’re beautiful.” She took my hand. “Come play with us.”

I dutifully followed Mayumi as she led me toward the bed. We climbed on and arranged ourselves, Now the three of us sat in a triangle formation, swapping glances. What now? I wondered.

Mayumi, bless her, broke the ice. “Charlene,“ she began, bashfully tucking a strand of hair behind one ear, “may I kiss you?”

God, the love I felt for her at that moment… it filled me, made me glow like the dawn sky. “Yes,” I said, trying to keep my voice from quivering. “I’d like that very much.”

Her gaze never leaving mine, the sweet child got on hands and knees, drawing close to me. I shut my eyes, waiting for it.

The first kiss was feather-light — more of a tease, really. Mayumi’s lips barely brushed mine. Still, I could hardly deny the white-hot flash of lust that it churned up inside.

Our mouths met again. This time the kiss lingered… and deepened. Her tongue traced a line across my lower lip. I gasped, startled — and that was when Mayumi kissed me like a passionate lover.

I nearly swooned, but somehow managed to hang onto myself. Without a second thought, I wrapped both arms around the child’s nude body, returning the kiss, my tongue meeting hers.

Then Chrissy’s hands were cupping my breasts from behind, her lips a touch of fire on my neck… but I was too caught up in the delights of little Mayumi to respond to my friend, other than moaning into her daughter’s mouth as she gently sucked my tongue.

Unable to help myself, I allowed my hands to slip down Mayumi’s back until I was cupping that wondrously soft bottom of hers. I longed to caress between those tender globes, to touch the child’s rosebud, but felt too shy to, at least right then.

Finally, I broke our kiss, then both my new lovers began to guide me over to the bed. We climbed on, Chrissy began to fondle my breasts… and just like that, the three of us were making love.

It’s funny — the actual sex I had on that first night with Chrissy and Mayumi is the part I find hardest to describe now. In retrospect, it was like a blissful dream, perceived more than seen, as if in a rearview mirror. A year later, what I mostly recall are impressions. There was the warm, velvet softness of Mayumi’s skin, and the taste of her mouth… the hunger in Chrissy’s eyes as she licked my pussy. I can still hear the little sighs and cries that escaped Mayumi’s lips when I went down on her for the first time, and how they became muffled moans when Chrissy gave her child a lover’s kiss.

The room was filled with the music of fingers exploring pussies, mouths sucking nipples, tongues mingling as we shared passionate kisses. Then there was the rich, intoxicating aroma of female arousal to tickle my nose, coupled with the scents of my new lovers — both so similar, yet intriguingly different. It was a feast for the senses, with so much to savor and enjoy that I couldn’t take it all in.

At one point, I actually cried. It was when little Mayumi got me on all fours, used both hands to spread my bum open, then licked my anus with such tenderness, such devotion… It was love as I’d never known it, a sweet little girl’s way of saying This is how much you mean to me. I was sobbing, tears flowing down my cheeks — and then Chrissy was kissing my tears away.

What a night that was, a sweaty, tangled sex and love fest between two women and a girl  I’d never come so hard, or so often, in my life…  yet after every new orgasm crashed into me, I craved more. I was in love.

Love? Well, yes. I’d always thought of Chrissy as a friend… but now I knew that I’d been in love with her from the day we met, and had been too timid to admit it to myself. As for Mayumi, I was smitten by her at first sight — but that was a secret passion I dared not admit to anyone, most of all the girl’s mother.

Or so I thought until I was in bed with them both, the three of us completely naked, losing ourselves in the heat of lesbian lovemaking.

Now it was morning, and I was in the guest room bed with my baby girl Ellie, my head filled with memories of the previous night.

I could hear a tiny yawn to the left of me as my baby woke up. She, too, looked confused at the unfamiliar surroundings. But just as I saw her lower lip quiver, she saw me stretched out next to her, and gave me a sleepy smile.

My beautiful little girl. My true unconditional love. My watch was lying on the nightstand, so I picked it up and squinted at the dial, realizing it was time for me to change Ellie. At the tender age of two, my baby girl could get really fussy if I messed up her daily routine of feedings, naps, changes, and playtime.

I reached over to feel her pull up nappy. As the ad says, “I’m a big girl now,” and my baby only really needed nappies at night.

My diaper bag was within reach, and I sat up in bed to unpack Ellie’s fresh nappy, wipes, and ointment. I removed the night nappy, then wiped my baby clean. I opened the bottle of baby formulated skin lotion and squirted some in my hand to warm while holding her little legs up. I paused to study Ellie’s rosy little bumhole and her tiny slit.

Who will she give these treasures to when she comes of age? I wondered. A man… or a woman? 

I impatiently shook my head. No. Stop. Don’t think of your child that way. You’re probably still tipsy from last night. And sexed-up, too. Enough of these thoughts! 

I slipped my lotioned hand between Ellie’s legs… coating her bare bum, then her inside thighs with the creamy liquid. I’d done this a thousand times. But today, this morning, it felt different.

For one thing, I was applying the lotion much more slowly than usual — more like a massage, really.

I saw myself do this as if in a movie. Someone doing this to someone else. Only it wasn’t. It was me.

This wasn’t sexual, what I was doing to Ellie. Was it?

I continued to watch like a passive witness as my hands lowered her little legs, leaving my baby girl, naked as the day she was born, lying next to me. Only then did it dawn on me I was naked, too. It was obvious that I’d come straight to bed after my night of magic.

Recalling that magic had renewed arousal flowing through me like a surge of electrical current. My body responded. Hummed. My nipples tightened, my sex grew moist, my hands longed to caress.

You have to stop this! It’s the wrong time for these kinds of feelings…

But how could I? Especially after experiencing the most arousing, sensual, and fulfilling night ever. Ever.

My hand, slick with warmed baby lotion, was between my little girl’s legs. Again, it was something I’d done many, many times… but once again, my touch was slow, deliberate. Gently spreading the lotion. Tracing my baby’s tiny cunny, the index finger traveling up her vaginal cleft, applying only the slightest pressure.

Studying my little girl’s face, she seemed so peaceful, so content and accepting… so happy to be touched this way by Mommy, loving it when I love her this way…


For the love of God, stop!

I snatched my hand away from between Ellie’s legs. I was crazy. This was crazy. I needed help. I wasn’t acting rationally. Maybe I should get dressed, make my excuses and go home.

Then I felt my little girl’s hand, pawing at the breast nearest to her. My breast. And I noticed I was leaking. From both nipples. My baby looked happy, but also expectant. She saw my breast, she saw the milk, and indicated, wordlessly, that it was time for her to nurse. Another glance at my watch confirmed this.

I got myself in a sitting position and took Ellie into my lap. I cradled her in my arm and, using my free hand, guided my right nipple to her little mouth. She was almost too old for this now. But all the literature says that the longer you nurse, the better it is for the child.

She latched on easily and started to suckle. And as always, the pleasurable feeling of her mouth on my nipple, the expressing of my milk into her hungry, waiting mouth, immediately followed. But now these feelings were stronger than ever, and I knew it was because of last night.

What an incredible experience! I’d had at least three massive orgasms at the hands of Chrissy and Mayumi, and they, too, had been completely satisfied.

Eventually, the love triangle had ended, and Chrissy extracted herself from our embrace to announce that it was time for bed. It had been close to 3 AM. Chrissy took Mayumi by the hand, and the two of them led me down the hallway to the guest bedroom, where my little one lay dozing peacefully.

My new lovers cooed over Ellie, took turns kissing me goodnight, then took their leave. I was not surprised to see them both go into Chrissy’s bedroom and found myself wondering if mother and daughter would share pleasure once more before they went to sleep.

Me, I carefully climbed into bed next to my baby girl, curled up on my side so I could look at my beautiful child. Soon, the combination of wine, the lateness of the hour, and lots of sex, more than I’d ever had in a single evening, had me drifting off… until I’d awakened a few minutes ago.

I felt my pussy tingle. Throb. The memories from last night were so vivid, so real. It had really happened. My secret fantasy had come true: I’d finally made lesbian love to a little girl. The experience had been a revelation, even better than I’d hoped. I was still glowing.

But I was gazing longingly at my naked child, feeling a deeper, darker hunger — a hunger I would never admit to. Whenever I experienced those forbidden stirrings, I’d always tell myself, You don’t really think that. An overactive imagination, that’s your problem. Mommies don’t do such things.

Now, in the hard, clear light of day, my longing had made itself known once more. And like always, I was reduced to pretending that desire didn’t really exist. The sex I’d enjoyed with Mayumi and her mother had only sharpened that craving, made it stronger.

What to do? I had no idea.

The door to my room had never been fully closed, but now I heard some sounds in the hallway, and the door was pushed open just a little bit. Chrissy entered, still completely nude. She smiled at me.

I smiled back, still cradling Ellie to my breast.

“So beautiful,” said Chrissy as she walked in. Mayumi followed, also naked. Chrissy sat herself at the foot of the bed on the right side, while Mayumi took the left.

“Did you sleep well?” asked Chrissy.

“Yes,” I replied. “Better than I have in weeks, actually.”

“No wonder, after the workout you had last night,” said Chrissy, chuckling.

I gazed at her, then at Mayumi, feeling my face grow warm. Earlier, before their entrance, last night consisted of memories. But now, with my new lovers seated at either end of the bed, neither of them wearing a stitch… well, now it felt real. Very real.

Trying not to be obvious about it, I glanced at their bodies. One mature, attractive, curvy, feminine, maternal. One petite, Asian, thin, willowy. Both so intoxicating. So desirable. It made my head spin. God, I already wanted them again.

“She’s precious,” Mayumi whispered at the sight of little Ellie, still nestled in my arm as she lazily drank from my breast.

Drifting over to seat herself next to me, Chrissy carefully tucked a stray strand of my hair behind an ear, then gently kissed my mouth once, twice, three times, then more. These were tender, playful kisses that grew increasingly heated.

My heart was hammering, out of control. For some absurd reason, I remember hoping that these weren’t Chrissy’s best sheets, because it felt like a puddle was forming where I sat.

I felt Chrissy take my left hand, the hand that had brought my breast to Ellie’s lips. She brought it to her face and kissed my fingers. Then she took two fingers into her mouth.

I looked over to where Mayumi sat, at the foot end of the bed, her thumb in her mouth. At that instant, she seemed no more than six years old, maybe seven. She looked so small. So innocent. So nude. I licked my lips at the sight of her nipples, remembering the way they stiffened when I sucked them.

Once she’d moistened my index and middle fingers, Chrissy took them from her mouth, then guided my hand between my legs.

“Touch yourself,” she said. “Let us see.”

My mind was mush, centered on one thing: sex and more sex. I began to finger my pussy, parting my legs wide for Mayumi and Chrissy to see. Masturbating for an enthralled audience with one hand, cuddling baby Ellie to me with the other. I was so keyed up with excitement that I came within seconds.

I was half-expecting that to kick off another round of lovemaking. Instead, Chrissy gave me a brief but affectionate kiss, then Mayumi was standing beside me, asking, “Can I lick your fingers?”

How could I say no? I presented my hand, and Mayumi took those pussy-glazed fingers into her mouth, purring with delight as she sucked them clean. “I love how your pussy tastes,” she said, giving my hand a squeeze, then added, “I love you.

All I could do was stammer, “I… I love you too!” certain that I was blushing.

Mayumi padded over to join her mommy in the open doorway. “Breakfast will be ready in half an hour,” Chrissy said. “The shower down the hall is free. I left towels for you. Oh, by the way — you’re staying for dinner tonight!” Blowing me a kiss, she made her exit — followed by Mayumi, who planted five or six kisses in her palm, then tossed them my way before taking her leave.

Pausing to flex my achy limbs, I got out of bed. I was feeling a bit unsteady, but my heart was singing at the prospect of another evening with my friend and her little girl.

Later, after a sumptuous breakfast, Chrissy and I stepped out for a while. First, I was in serious need of fresh clothes, especially if I was to be spending the night. Second, Chrissy needed to pick some things for the evening meal. In particular, we needed red wine — for the braised beef she intended to serve, but also because we’d gone through a bottle and a half the night before. Third, to give Mayumi the opportunity to look after my Ellie for a while. You see, Chrissy wanted her daughter to learn how to babysit. “It will be a good learning experience for her,” she told me.

So off we went. Upon arriving at my place, I stripped out of yesterday’s things and into a summery yellow dress I hadn’t worn in ages. Luckily, it still fit me. With a devious twinkle in her eyes, Chrissy dared me to go without wearing anything underneath. “I will if you will,” she said. Reaching beneath her tight black skirt, she tugged her panties down and off, then slipped them into her purse. She hadn’t bothered with a bra.

I was uncertain about going out in public with a dress on and nothing else, but I couldn’t let myself refuse Chrissy’s challenge. So the dress came off, as did my bra and panties — then I wriggled back into the dress.

When I looked in the mirror I knew I was essentially naked. Not really, of course, because my body was covered. But as I’m a bit on the generous side and was still nursing, my breasts jiggled with every move I made, making it transparently clear that I wasn’t wearing a bra. That I’d also done without panties was our little secret, but I still felt self-conscious about going out in public like that.

Needless to say, Chrissy and I were both very turned on by then… but Mayumi, knowing ahead of time that her mother was going to see me undress, had made us promise that we would behave ourselves while we were out. “No hanky-panky,” she’d said, her arms folded. “Not without me.” So I packed a change of clothing for the next day, grabbed an extra diaper for Ellie, and we left for the grocery.

The first thing I felt upon entering the store was the crisp coolness of its interior, a marked contrast to the heat of outdoors. I shivered a little as we came inside. Chrissy seized my hand, picking up a shopping basket with the other. “Let’s get the beef first,” she said.

She kept my hand in hers, and I didn’t dare let go. That basically meant that we were walking around as… well, as a couple. Not yet public about my sexuality, I was confused and shy about being seen as a lesbian. Because that’s clearly how it looked, right? Especially considering the lustful glances Chrissy kept directing toward my bouncing breasts.

She didn’t stop there, either. In fact, Chrissy leaned into me, nuzzled my cheek and softly said, “You look good enough to eat, lover. Right here, in front of everyone. I want to lay you down in the produce, lift that pretty dress and lick you until you come all over my face.”

I turned fifteen shades of red, my pussy instantly grew moist, my nipples hardened and Chrissy laughed at me, pleased by my reaction. A passing elderly couple gave us a friendly nod — thankfully, they hadn’t heard Chrissy’s lewd commentary.

Suddenly, my self-consciousness felt downright silly. Why shouldn’t we be a couple? What was wrong with people thinking that Chrissy was my lover? She was hot!

There’s no point in being nervous about holding hands with a woman, I told myself. After all — these days, it’s okay to be gay. Lesbians can even get married.

That helped me to relax. But it also got me thinking about what it would be like to marry Chrissy, which only fanned the flames of my arousal.

I imagined our wedding night: two brides and one adorable flower girl, the three of us slowly undressing one another. The girl wore a ring that matched ours, a secret ring given to her after the ceremony by her mommies.

Mommies. That lovely thought had me glowing, the possibility of little Mayumi becoming my daughter. And Ellie would be Chrissy’s child, I thought. Of course, we’d raise our children to love each other in a very special way…

Enough! the rational portion of my brain demanded. You’re out in public, where anyone can see. Stop thinking about these things! I knew that if my arousal got any more acute, the evidence would be trickling down my inner thighs.

Chrissy knew her way around the store, and soon enough we had everything she needed. We went through the checkout, exited, then got back into the car.

Just before Chrissy switched on the ignition, she leaned over and kissed me. She cupped my face in both hands, holding me in place so I couldn’t escape. Her tongue danced and darted in my mouth. It was a hungry, lustful kiss that left me lightheaded. I could only respond in kind, my tongue mating with hers.

I was putty in her hands. If Chrissy had decided to take me right there in the parking lot, I would’ve given in, let her have me however she wanted. I’d be in the passenger’s seat, legs spread wide while she went down on me, a gaggle of teenage girls pausing to watch.

Good grief —  this woman is turning me into a sex fiend! That didn’t really bother me, though… at least not enough to keep me from sucking Chrissy’s tongue.

She finally broke away. “You make me so goddamn horny,” she panted, then kissed me again, even harder. “Let’s get back to my place. I need to put my lips on your other lips.”

I was dazed, breathing heavily, not knowing whether to laugh, moan or swoon. Chrissy fired up the car, and we drove off.

Minutes later, she pulled the car into her driveway. We grabbed the groceries and brought them inside, Chrissy calling, “We’re home, sweetheart,” as we entered.

Mayumi wasn’t in the family room, nor the kitchen. Setting her bag down, Chrissy frowned. “Where are our kids? Hmmm, Mayumi must be in her room. Here, let me check on her… I’ll be right  back.”

I was putting away the groceries as best I could when Chrissy returned. She approached me, finger on her lips, whispering, “Come and see, but be very quiet.”

She led me to her room… and there was Mayumi, sitting on the bed with my little girl in her lap. Ellie was completely bare except for her pull-up Huggies, while Mayumi was still naked, just as she’d been when her mother and I had left for the store. She was teasing my baby’s hair with the soft brush I’d brought with me.

“What an adorable pair,” Chrissy whispered in my ear.

I nodded. Mayumi looked so pretty. So innocent. So desirable. And Ellie was all smiles and coos, loving the attention.

“Sweet baby,” Mayumi murmured, gently brushing Ellie’s very fine shoulder-length brown hair. Ellie tried to paw at the brush and at Mayumi’s hair, a huge smile on her face. “I love you so much,” Mayumi continued, then kissed Ellie’s chubby cheek. Ellie burbled happily. “You smell so nice,” Mayumi said, and began to rain little kisses all over my child’s face, punctuating those kisses with things like, “I’d love to…” kiss… “kiss you…” kiss… “all over…” kiss… “every bit of you…” kiss...

I suddenly noticed that Chrissy and I were holding hands. It felt intimate, satisfying.

Mayumi gently pecked my little two-year-old on the mouth. It made me a little dizzy, watching the girl I was so madly in love with show such affection to the girl I’d given birth to.

“Little babies need drinkies, don’t they?” Mayumi said to Ellie. She cradled my little girl closer to her, gently guiding Ellie’s head to her flat chest.

My heart hammered in my throat. The earth stopped spinning. I was frozen to the spot. Mayumi didn’t notice us watching. She gave my baby a loving smile and softly said,. “Ellie? Can I be your mommy, too?”

It was a good thing that I had Chrissy there to lean against, because I felt certain that my legs were on the verge of giving out. “She’s in love with your little girl, Charlene,” Chrissy whispered in my ear, her breath a sweet caress. “Mayumi loves your baby.”

Ellie’s face was resting against Mayumi’s boyish chest. It was clear that my child wasn’t sure what to do without a breast to latch onto, but she seemed content to nuzzle the older girl’s bare skin. Perhaps she was enchanted by Mayumi’s young girl scent, just as I’d been the night before.

Mayumi was using Ellie’s lips to caress her nipples. “That’s it, little one… drink from your mommy Mayumi,” she breathed. Then she slowly opened her legs, slipped her free hand in between them, and began to gently masturbate, still cradling my baby girl.

“Aren’t they beautiful together?” whispered Chrissy, her warm mouth brushing my neck. She was pressed up against me from behind, fondling my left breast. Her tongue traced a path around the edge of my ear, then she nipped playfully at the earlobe. I never knew that to be a trigger for me, but right then it was. I fought to keep from moaning out loud. The last thing in the world I wanted right then was to startle Mayumi.

“You’re leaking, you know,” Chrissy said.

Stupid me — my first thought was to look down to the floor, thinking that my pussy was dripping on the carpet. The wetness on my inner thighs told me as much. Instead, I noticed big wet spots on the front of my dress, right where my nipples were.

Chrissy reached out to touch my cheek. “Come,” was all that she said. Taking me by the hand, she led me into her bedroom.

Mayumi looked up and smiled, showing not a hint of surprise to catch us watching her masturbate, though she did cease her fingering. Ellie also looked up, nestling contentedly against Mayumi’s chest. She cooed happily at the sight of her mommy.

I felt Chrissy pulling at the dress I was wearing. I dutifully raised my arms, allowing her to undress me. I felt like her child, being prepared for bed by loving hands. And then it clicked. Chrissy was my mommy lover. Now she had three girls to take care of. I liked that idea. Very much. It’s what I wanted. It’s how I felt.

She tugged the dress up and off, then draped it over a nearby chair, leaving me naked. “Now sit,” Chrissy told me in a soothing tone, patting the bed next to Mayumi. “Feed your baby girl.”

Seating myself against the headboard, I reached out for Ellie, and Mayumi carefully deposited her into my arms. My gorgeous girl gazed up at me with adoring eyes as I cradled her to my breast. She latched on, and a dizzying array of feelings flooded my brain.






Not submissive, you understand. Submission. Surrendering myself body and soul to this place and time of love and lust between women and girls. Submission to Chrissy’s world. All I wanted was to be part of it.

Chrissy stripped out of her dress, letting it drop to the carpet. I marveled again at her body, a renewed lust surging through me that was made all the stronger by Ellie’s mouth, gently tugging at my nipple.

Now naked, my mommy lover seated herself next to me. “I can’t begin to tell you what a lovely sight that is, watching you give nourishment to your baby,” she said, then paused. “Charlene… would you like to nurse my daughter, too?”

I glanced at Mayumi — she was gazing up at me, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “Can I?” she asked me, both hands clasped before her. “Please?”

My head swam. She was so beautiful, so childlike — yet rousing such fierce, desperate desire in me at the same time. There could only be one answer. “Yes,” I said.

Mayumi cuddled into me, drawing close to my right breast. “Let me,” Chrissy said, reaching to assist. She cupped my breast in her hand, then offered it to her little girl. Mayumi sucked my nipple between her lips, and I felt a small but potent orgasm rumble in my groin, then radiate outward through every inch of me. It was exquisite, but left me ravenous for more.

I felt my milk flowing into two warm, tender mouths, each attached to a throbbing nipple. Meanwhile, Chrissy was kissing my cheek, my chin, my lips. She gave me a brief taste of her tongue, then bent to kiss the top of Mayumi’s head.

I noticed movement, and saw that Mayumi was masturbating again, that little hand moving steadily between her parted legs. It was a sight that only added to my pleasure, making it clear to me that nursing from my breast got Mayumi hot. She was really getting into fingering herself, too… though since she was unable to moan out loud with my nipple in her mouth, Mayumi’s pleasure made itself known as humming, and it felt like a vibrator teasing the tip of my breast.

Now Chrissy was placing kisses on Ellie’s face, drawing ever closer to where her baby mouth connected to my nipple. I saw her tongue emerge, watched it engage with my little girl’s lips. She wants to kiss Ellie, I realized. Kiss my child like a lover.

But just when I thought Chrissy was about to do that very thing, she went for my breast instead, kissing all around where my baby girl was suckling.

I was floating on these newly discovered feelings. It was like a dream, but very real. Caught up in Chrissy’s spell, I’d lost all doubts and reservations about what we were doing. I wanted all of it — and more. There was that one last step we had yet to take…

Chrissy smiled as she surveyed the tangle of love and intimacy before her. Little Mayumi sucking my nipple while she masturbated. My baby girl cradled on the other side, also nursing — no longer from hunger, but for that lovely, blissful connection between mother and daughter.

Then there I was, lost in the sensual delights as these two beautiful children pleasured me. My thighs were wide open, my juicy cunt on full display.

Kneeling above us, Chrissy drank it all in. Her eyes were hungry, smoldering with lust. What did she want? What would she do next?

Her hands went to the fastener of Ellie’s Huggies, and she gave it a gentle tug.

Still hypnotized by those eyes, I saw and recognized Chrissy’s desire, a desire I knew all too well, because I shared it. A desire I’d kept well hidden, even from myself.

All I could do was to help remove the last of the barriers that stood between the four of us. I lifted my little girl enough for Chrissy to pull down and discard her diaper. Blissfully content, Ellie nursed on.

Chrissy knelt between my parted thighs to face Ellie, who was cradled in the crook of my arm, her mouth still fastened to my left breast. Her eyes never leaving mine, she rested her hands on Ellie’s legs, then slowly, carefully, spread them apart.

A whimper escaped my throat as Chrissy bent forward and pressed her mouth to my baby girl’s slit in a tender kiss. She paused to sample Ellie’s flavor from her lips, smiled, then began to lick her.

My little girl. My two-year-old. I was witnessing her sexual initiation at the hands of a grown woman.

I’m sure that most parents would have been horrified by this sight. A day or two earlier, I might have felt the same way. But as I watched Chrissy going down on my child, I could only marvel at how beautiful it was.

From the day she’d been born, I’d given Ellie a mother’s love — nurtured her, warmed her with it. Now she was learning a new kind of love, unselfishly given by a woman who had shared this same gift with her own daughter.

For months I’d been struggling with this helpless longing to be closer to my baby girl… to be more than just her mother. I’d hidden from these feelings, fled them. Denied them. Pretended I didn’t really want Ellie that way.

Chrissy had seen through me as if I was made of glass. Not only had she instinctively known that I craved young girls, she also recognized the secret desire that I’d harbored for my own child. She also saw the fear and guilt that I lived with as a result. So this blessed, wonderful woman chose to help me overcome those feelings of shame… and to make my hidden fantasies come true.

First, she showed me that it wasn’t wrong for a mother to love her daughter that way, baring the truth about her incestuous relationship with Mayumi — just as she’d bared the young girl’s body for me to see. Then she had invited me to share in their mutual pleasure, to become part of this blissful connection between parent and child.

Now Chrissy was licking my baby girl, bathing that pretty pink cleft with long, adoring strokes of her tongue. Doing what I’d ached to do, but never had the courage. Letting me know without words that this was good, this was right.

And Ellie loved the special attention she was getting. Oh, it might have been my imagination, but as Chrissy made oral love to my baby girl, I felt certain that her sucking had become more eager. Meanwhile, I noticed that Mayumi had broken away from nursing my other breast and was fondling me instead, caught up in the sight of her mommy between my child’s legs.

Mayumi looked up at me, hesitated, then shyly asked, “Um, Charlene? Can I please lick Ellie too…?”

My heart swelled with love for this amazing young girl. “Yes, Mayumi,” I replied. “Yes, you can.”

Her lips brushed my face. “You will too, won’t you?” she whispered. “You need to make love with her. It’s important.” She kissed my cheek. “Mommy’s always done it to me… long as I can remember. Then after I turned four, I got to do it to her. It’s the best thing ever!”

I turned to Mayumi, my mouth seeking hers, and we shared a gentle but very impassioned tongue kiss. “I will,” was all I could say when we parted.

She nodded approvingly. “Good. Then we can all be lovers.” Mayumi turned back to watch her mother, rolling my nipple between finger and thumb.

I also watched, quickly noticing that Chrissy had tucked a hand between her legs and was masturbating as she used her mouth on my baby daughter. She gave a deep moan like an animal in heat, the sound slightly muffled by Ellie’s vulva.

I heard a tiny cry from Mayumi. Glancing in her direction, I saw that she was also masturbating, frantically working a hand between her thin legs, making wet squelchy sounds.

Aching for a release of my own, I joined in, thrusting two fingers into my slippery vagina. I usually favored a gentle approach when getting myself off, but not then. I wanted it hard, fast and deep.

It didn’t take long. First I heard Mayumi go over the edge. Then I felt Chrissy’s body jerk, a choked scream ripped from her as she came. Seconds later I almost blacked out from my own glorious orgasm.

Did it last thirty minutes? Thirty seconds? It was a moment outside time. All I felt was an overpowering love flowing through me like liquid heat. I felt our souls touch, the four of us linked together for a brief eternity. Yes, Ellie too. Maybe she didn’t have an orgasm of her own, but I’m absolutely convinced that she felt the intensity of ours.

I started to cry. Happy tears. Tears of relief, of letting go. For the first time in what seemed like ages, my soul was at peace.

“I know, I know,” Chrissy murmured — holding me in her strong arms, even as I cradled Ellie in my own. Our mouths drifted together and we kissed, slowly, deeply. She broke away, Mayumi pressed her lips to mine, and we let our tongues mingle. Then Chrissy drew her daughter close to share the kind of kiss mommies weren’t supposed to give their little girls. Finally, we showered Ellie with affection, kissing and nuzzling her until she squealed with laughter, her face shining with delight.

After that, we lay quietly for a long while, four naked lovers snuggled together in the haven of a warm bed.

Only a day ago, I couldn’t have imagined ever experiencing or even knowing about such incredible things. Now, I couldn’t imagine life without them.

The End

Afterword from BabyKeiko:

This brings to an end my second collaboration with JetBoy, and just like last time, it has been great! What I especially like is that JetBoy knows somehow what is in my head when I write. And this is why his edits and additions are always “right”. For those of you who, like me, grew up loving house music, JetBoy is like a master remixer, taking an original song and creating a longer and better version of it. Though in order for the remixer to succeed, there needs to be a good song first… which is my role.

I have another two-part story in progress, soon to be handed over to JetBoy. It may take weeks, months or more, but at some point that will be shared here, too.

Thanks to all of you who cast a vote or left a comment. Writing is a solitary job (even with JetBoy at your side), and the votes and comments and emails are a great motivator to share what is in my head, committing those fantasies into stories I can share with all of you like-minded friends.


Her True Self Discovered, Part One

  • Posted on April 23, 2021 at 2:52 pm

Note from JetBoy: BabyKeiko is a long-distance friend of mine from way back. We quickly bonded over our similar taste in lesbian erotica, and I would occasionally add the proofreader’s touch to her own stories. She gifted me with a brief story more than ten years ago, then challenged me to expand it into a novelette. That tale — “Close-Ups: Images of Desire” — is one I’m especially proud of after all these years. 

Months ago, Keiko sent me the original version of the story you are about to read. As always, she gave me carte blanche to rework and expand the text as I saw fit. She was pleased with the outcome and insisted that I post the final result as a joint effort. Let me stress, though, that the actual story and plot are hers. 

Thank you, Keiko, for trusting me with your words and ideas. Working with you is always a pleasure, not least because of your sweet, gentle nature. You are a rare blossom in the garden of humanity.

Love always, JetBoy


By BabyKeiko and  JetBoy

From an early age, I’ve always been a little insecure about my body. I’m twenty-nine now, and all my life I have been somewhat on the chubby side. Not obese or fat, mind you — just carrying “a little extra.”

I’ve always been a bit nerdy for a girl, too. I’ve worn glasses since I was six, and even then I loved books and learning much more than dolls or cute clothes.

I studied to become a teacher, and at university met a man who was twenty-three years older than I was. He was a divorced professor and seemed like a knight in shining armor. I was swept off my feet, thrilled to have found someone who made me feel less insecure, who seemed to be genuinely interested in gray, frumpy, uninteresting me.

Of course, it was a mistake to have married him. The age difference alone should have given me cause for concern. Add to that my own insecurities, and my lack of feelings for men in general, and you had a recipe for disaster. Up until then, I’d thought of myself as bisexual, but it took one failed marriage to convince me that I had no desire for men at all.

After five years of disconnects and confused feelings, my husband asked for a divorce. I was glad to be free, but the split also forced me to confront myself with, well… me.

Luckily, I did get two good things out of my marital debacle. First of all, the man I’d never really loved had left me with a daughter, two-year-old Elizabeth. Ellie, as she was known to everyone, was a wonderful child who I adored with all my heart.

Ellie caused strong emotions in me, feelings I hardly understood. Frankly, I didn’t want to understand them, sensing it was better that way. The very sight of her made me feel warm and happy inside; that was enough.

The second good thing was a new friend I’d made named Chrissy, who taught at the same school that I did. We’d already known one another well enough to exchange hellos between classes, but ended up bonding in a big way after my divorce. She gave me advice, support, and a shoulder to cry on when I needed it most when I felt all alone and challenged by life. Like me, she was a single mother, having adopted an Asian girl who was on the verge of entering her teen years.

One day, over a work lunch, Chrissy asked me if I would like to come to her home that Friday night for dinner. It was the kindest gesture, and I said yes before giving it much thought. I’d always felt awkward in social situations, and normally would have probably found a million reasons to refuse such an invitation, but this time I’d impulsively agreed, so Friday evening it was.

“If you can’t get a sitter, just bring Ellie with you. When she winds down, we can put her down in the guest bedroom until you go home,” Chrissy offered. With that, the last barrier standing in the way of my visit was removed.

That Friday I left work a little earlier than usual, picked up Ellie on the way from the nursery, and then, once I got home, fretted endlessly about what to wear. Suddenly I felt all confused, wondering why it mattered what I wore that evening. Was I dressing up for Chrissy? Why would I do that? Was this a date?

No, it surely wasn’t, I finally decided. Chrissy was just a friend and co-worker who had taken pity on me. Still, I wanted to make an effort, to be more than my dreary everyday self… so I took my nicest dress, a little black number that I’d purchased because my then-husband all but came in his pants in the store when I tried it on. That night, when I modeled it for him, was one of the few times he made me feel truly wanted. It was also the night that Ellie was conceived, so in a way, I considered it my lucky dress.

Once I’d put it on, standing before the mirror, it struck me that I had added a few pounds since last wearing that dress. Mind you, it didn’t look terrible — just a bit snug, outlining and encasing my womanly softness and putting the contours of my body on display. I almost took it off and changed into one of my everyday outfits, but a glance at the clock told me that I had to leave.

Gathering Ellie up, I carried her and my things out to the car, strapped her in, and we were off. Like always, Ellie was thrilled to be going for a ride. She was nearly always excited and filled with glee when it came to just about any activity… it was just one of the things I adored about her.

We reached Chrissy’s home, and after parking, hoisting Ellie on my arm and grabbing her bag, my purse and the bottle of wine I’d brought along, I walked up to the door looking like a pack donkey, only to find it opening before I got there.

“Oh, my goodness!” Chrissy exclaimed, standing in the door frame. “Here, let me help you with some of that.” She took my bags with one hand, then deftly plucked the bottle of wine from beneath my arm with the other.

I paused to take a good look at her. Like me, Chrissy had changed into something very different from what she usually wore on the job. She wore a pretty summer dress with buttons going from top to bottom, which accentuated her womanly shape quite nicely. I gave an inner sigh of relief when I saw that she’d done herself up, too, flattered that she’d gone to the trouble for me. Maybe this actually is a date, I told myself.

Quickly banishing that thought, I followed Chrissy inside. She closed the door, then stretched out her arms, oohing and aahing over Ellie while I glanced around the room, taking it all in.

Chrissy’s home was warm and welcoming, a loving, happy place that made me feel relaxed right away. In the hallway, a small section of the wall was devoted to family pictures, mostly of Chrissy and her daughter Mayumi, who I had yet to meet.

As we were chatting in the hall, Ellie on my arm, I heard a soft, “Oh, hello,” then turned around to see the cutest, loveliest, most adorable Asian girl at the foot of the stairs, smiling at me.

I had seen photos of Mayumi before, just as Chrissy had seen snaps of little Ellie, when we were getting to know one another during lunch and coffee breaks in between classes. I’d always loved the sight of Mayumi,  wondering if she was this pretty in person. Thinking about her left me light-headed, made me long for…

No, no, no… NO. You can’t have those kinds of thoughts. Not about Chrissy’s daughter. That’s what I told myself. Usually, that kind of thing worked. Now I was confronted by Mayumi in person for the first time, and her loveliness had me stammering like a schoolgirl with a hopeless crush.

Somehow, I managed to make it through the introduction, briefly take Mayumi’s silky soft hand in mine, and indulge in some casual chat with her without melting into a puddle.

Chrissy uncorked the wine and poured some for the two of us. Once I’d emptied my glass, I did manage to relax a bit. It helped that Chrissy and Mayumi seemed so naturally close, so happy and connected… just the kind of relationship I hoped to have with my little girl when she got older. I soon lost myself in this warm cocoon of love and affection.

Eventually, we went into the dining room and enjoyed a lovely meal. Chrissy demonstrated that she still possessed her maternal instincts, insisting on feeding my little Ellie from the pasta dish she had prepared… and it delighted me to see how quickly my little girl bonded with her new grownup friend. Ellie’s face became a painting in tomato sauce, and that was when Mayumi demonstrated that she was as skilled with children as her mom, wiping my giggling daughter’s face clean with a linen napkin.

It was close to eight when dinner was done. By then, I felt perfectly at home, though still feeling twinges of that old, familiar longing whenever I looked at Mayumi.

Chrissy rose from the table and began to gather our empty plates. “Why don’t you take Ellie to the guest bedroom, Charlene? Then we can have our dessert,” she said, then turned to her daughter. “Mayumi, go with her, will you? Make sure our guest has everything she needs.”

Chrissy’s daughter led me through the house and to the spare bedroom, which was a lovely quiet space. I knew that Ellie would rest peacefully there. The bed had even been prepared for my baby girl, using rolled up bed covers beneath the blanket to create a sort of cocoon effect. So there was no need to worry that Ellie might accidentally roll out and fall to the floor.

“Wait, let me change her first before I put her down,” I said, rummaging around in Ellie’s bag. She was in the early process of her potty training, but wasn’t anywhere near ready to go without her diaper just yet.

Mayumi stood next to me, watching with evident interest as I undressed little Ellie, leaving her in a onesie with cartoon sheep on the front. It had snaps between her little legs, giving me easy access for when I changed her.  I undid it, then lifted her up to unfasten the sides of the diaper. Noting that it was only wet, I moved it to the side. Then with one hand, easy enough for me after months of practice, I whisked a fresh diaper under her bottom.

I suddenly realized that Mayumi was staring in awe at my half-naked child — and felt a shiver of recognition as I saw and recognized the longing in her eyes. Hadn’t I been looking at this young girl in the same way?

“She’s so lovely,” Mayumi said as she stood next to me, so close that I could feel the warmth of her body.

My heart pounded in a frantic rhythm at the sight of this beautiful young girl, her head just reaching my shoulders, utterly enthralled as she gazed at my baby Ellie, who was bare from the waist down, her two little legs in my hands, her flawless bum hovering over the clean diaper.

I should’ve been fastening that diaper, but something in Mayumi’s expression made me pause, allowing my child to remain on display for Chrissy’s daughter, this enchanting preteen pixie. I already knew that I desired Mayumi… now, I was in love with her.

“So pretty,” Mayumi whispered.

My mother’s heart filled with pride, but there was something else about this young girl’s fascination that surprised me. Mayumi was staring in awe at Ellie, awed by her beauty… but rather than looking at my baby’s face, her eyes were riveted to the two-year-old’s bare slit. Her hands seemed restless, as if she was imagining herself slowly reaching out to touch between Ellie’s legs.

I was supposed to be diapering my baby girl. Instead, I hesitated, letting Mayumi look for as long as she wanted. I wanted to ask her, Do you enjoy the sight of my baby, of her bare body? I longed to wrap an arm around this young girl’s waist and whisper, See, my child, how utterly perfect she is… just like you are perfect, sweet Mayumi. I love showing my Ellie to you this way, letting you see all of her. 

Of course, I said none of those things. Instead, I murmured, “Thank you, Mayumi,” then proceeded to finish diapering little Ellie, finally snapping the snaps of her onesie back in place. Together, we snuggled Ellie into her make-shift cocoon, then I took out her book and read my child a fairy tale. All the while Mayumi sat next to me, contentedly listening to this story of little ducklings going for their first swim. She was sucking on her thumb, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

My head was swimming, and I positively throbbed with arousal — Mayumi seemed to have that effect on me. Everything about her was adorable: her hair, done up in pigtails… the innocence I read in her curious eyes… her lithe, coltish legs… the thumb in her mouth.

How old was she, my friend’s daughter? I’d never been told, and couldn’t decide for certain. To be honest, I liked not knowing, thinking of her as ageless, like a pixie or a water nymph. In the end, all that really mattered was the sight of her, and how she enchanted me.

I suddenly realized that Mayumi wasn’t wearing anything under her top. Since I’d read the story of the ducklings to Ellie many times before, it was easy for me to shift into autopilot mode, my eyes drifting every now and again from the book and my baby girl to Mayumi.

She was dressed in a simple white tank top and a red checkered skirt. White socks, no shoes, hair braided in two pigtails, each with a red ribbon. Mayumi’s chest was flat as a boy’s, only she had hard little points where her breasts would eventually be, their outline easy to perceive through the white fabric.

Why are Mayumi’s nipples so hard? I wondered, nearing the end of the little book. It wasn’t cold in the room. Is it because of Ellie, the up-close view she got of my baby’s cunny and bare bum when I changed her? Did the sight arouse her? Could she even be… attracted to me?


No, no, NO… These were exactly the feelings I dared not allow myself to have.

So similar to the feelings I had when I cradled little Ellie in my arms, the two of us naked and fresh from our bath, her mouth fastened to my swollen nipple…


This is wrong, so very wrong… you have to stop having these thoughts!

I finally said, “The End,” and closed the pretty picture book, my face warm and flushed.

Taking the thumb from her mouth, Mayumi studied my baby girl, then whispered, “She’s asleep.” I looked down at Ellie, and she was indeed dozing peacefully.

Extending her hand to me, Mayumi simply said, “Come.”

I put my hand in hers. It was warm, her thumb still wet from that flawless mouth. What would it be like to kiss that mouth? My head was spinning again, just from imagining it.

Mayumi led me back to the living room, which had been transformed to reflect a more intimate ambience. Soft music was playing, the lights had been turned down and candles lit. A glass of wine had been placed on the coffee table for me. Chrissy was seated and looking very relaxed on a white leather sectional, both legs tucked beneath her, taking an occasional sip from her own glass as she listened to the music.

She looked up at me as I entered the room. “Is everything okay?”

Before I could reply, Mayumi answered: “Yes, Mommy. Charlene changed Ellie into a nice clean diaper, then read a story to her until she fell asleep.”

Chrissy smiled. “That sounds like a lovely scene,” she said.

I seated myself in a roomy chair, also done in white leather, and took a generous swallow from my glass, then another.

Mayumi wandered over to where Chrissy sat. “Mommy…?” she asked in a yearning voice, standing before her mother, hands clasped together.

Chrissy looked up at Mayumi — her small, soft-featured, cute-as-a-button little girl. “Do you want dessert now, honey?” she asked.

Mayumi nodded, her pigtails bobbing. “Yes, please.”

“Come get it, then,” said Chrissy.

What happened next seemed to come straight out of one of my dreams, the kind that leaves me with a racing pulse and wet panties when I awaken.

Mayumi nestled herself into a comfy embrace, looking so small and vulnerable in her mother’s arms. Then Chrissy, smiling down at her child, began to unbutton the top of her summer dress.

My heart stopped beating — then it was pounding so loudly that I could hear it echoing in my head.

Underneath her dress Chrissy wore a blue silk bra, which she deftly unclasped in the front to reveal her full breasts, which were capped by visibly erect nipples. Cupping one of the creamy globes, she offered it to her little girl with an adoring smile, her free hand resting on the back of Mayumi’s head.

I felt myself tremble helplessly as little Mayumi latched onto Mommy’s breast and began to suckle. It was a moment of pure beauty, the most natural and loving act a mother can perform for her child. At the same time, it was the most erotic thing I”d ever seen.

No, not erotic. Just natural.

But of course it was erotic, because Mayumi wasn’t a baby any more — she was a young girl on the cusp of teenhood. And yet… there was something about the vision of this lovely child, cradled in Chrissy’s arms and nursing from her breast, that put me in mind of a baby.

It was a sight that nearly undid me. Oh, God, she’s so perfect, so sexy.

No, no, NOT sexy. It’s wrong to think that, so wrong!

Chrissy smiled at me, a dreamy cast to her eyes as Mayumi sucked at the tip of her breast… then I saw the other stiff, thick nipple, visibly erect and waiting for the touch of a loving mouth.

My panties were damp… I was more aroused than I’d ever been in my life.

But all the while, that still small voice in the back of my mind kept saying, No, no, NO. Telling me that I couldn’t possibly be having these feelings.

I was, though. No sense denying it, not anymore.

“You like?” asked Chrissy, looking at me while she gently stroked her child’s face.

Then I saw her hands move from little Mayumi’s face to the girl’s upper body, then lower, reaching for the hem of the thin tank top. Tugging it up a few inches, Chrissy revealed a bit of her daughter’s soft tummy, brushing the exposed skin with the tips of her fingers.

“She so loves to suck her mommy’s nipples,” said Chrissy. “I don’t have any milk to give her, haven’t for years, but my sweet child still comes to me for this. She always has… and I don’t ever want her to give it up.”

She pulled the hem of her daughter’s tank top a little higher, baring more of the girl’s skin. In my head, I was pleading with Chrissy to take it off completely, to give me a glimpse of her little girl’s barely-there breasts. Of course, there was no way I could ever say something like that out loud. All I could do was sit there — mesmerized, captivated, and very, very aroused.

No, please… NOT aroused. Please.

I fought with myself, still struggling with what I knew to be the truth — my hidden love for young girls, the hunger that has always gnawed at me, even before my marriage. Before finally admitting I was a lesbian.

And I’d never, ever wanted a little girl as fiercely as Mayumi. From the instant I saw her, it felt like fate had created this flawless nymph for me to love. Chrissy knew it, too, recognized my craving, and was playing me like a cheap fiddle.

Suddenly Mayumi parted her lips to release Mommy’s nipple, then sat up, gazing at me with dreamy eyes. My God, those eyes — they made me weak inside. Chrissy was gently pulling at the hem of her daughter’s top. Mayumi raised both her arms, allowing the garment to be stripped away, up and over her head.

My breath stopped. Mayumi’s upper body was bare, on display. She had a flawless, nearly flat chest with two prominent little buds. From where I sat, it was plain to see that those tan-hued nipples were erect. Was this half-naked child aroused, too? The thought made me shiver.

Chrissy guided Mayumi back to her breast, the other one now. I saw my friend touch her daughter’s shoulder, then her hand began to slowly drift down to Mayumi’s chest. The child didn’t seem to notice, just kept sucking Mommy’s nipple.

I silently urged Chrissy on. Yes, yes — please touch your little girl there, touch Mayumi where her breasts are only just beginning to show, make her feel loved.

My heart beat out a crazy tattoo when she did that very thing, her palm gliding back and forth over her child’s upper half, caressing her. Then Chrissy took Mayumi’s tiny nipple between her thumb and index finger, tweaked it, rolled it to and fro, then gave the tender bud a gentle tug.

For me, time had stopped, the world ceased its turning. All that existed was Chrissy, Mayumi and myself. I was a spectator to beauty, sensuality and motherly love and desire, all jumbled together in a vision of what heaven must be like. Oh, I knew that I shouldn’t feel this way, and that the right thing to do would be gather up my things, go fetch Ellie and excuse myself. I couldn’t, though. I didn’t want to leave.

Chrissy’s eyes met mine, and somehow I seemed to fall into them. “Come here,” she said… and with those two words, I was hers. By then, it seemed as if I’d belonged to this gorgeous woman from the day we met.

Somehow she’d known that I needed someone like her to guide me, to help me realize who I was and what I truly wanted in life. It wasn’t a husband and a suburban home, it was exactly this — to be here with Chrissy, Mayumi and Ellie…

Wait, what? With Ellie? How did she fit into what was happening here? The idea seemed strangely enticing… but also dangerous, taking my mind places I wasn’t ready for it to go. Instead, I focused on Mayumi, lost in the pleasure of her Mommy’s breast, and Chrissy, who had just invited me to approach them.

My heart beat frantically. Yes, I need to be part of this, to do as Chrissy asks.

Rising on quivering legs, I stood, taking a deep breath in a useless attempt to calm myself, then put one foot in front of another, walking over to join mother and daughter on the sectional. Chrissy made room for me to sit, and I did so, my leg touching hers.

I was so close to them both that I could smell the faint but enticing scent of their skin; could hear Mayumi’s faint suckling and soft whimpers of contentment, and see every detail of her flat chest, especially those hard little nipples. I could have reached out and caressed the creamy orb of Chrissy’s other breast — and oh, how I ached to do just that! I couldn’t summon up the nerve, though.

But then, I got something even lovelier. Chrissy took my hand and placed it on Mayumi’s bare skin, just beneath where the child’s breasts would be, if she had them. My heart pounded like a bass drum, echoing through every part of me.

“Touch her, Charlene,” Chrissy whispered. “Make her feel good. She wants you, ever since she saw you change little Ellie. It made Mayumi need this, to nurse from her mommy.”

I was struck speechless. Dozens of questions were buzzing around my head like bees, but I couldn’t voice a single one.

Chrissy just smiled. “My little girl and I share a very special kind of love, you see. She wants to give that love to you… and to Ellie.”

Before I could digest that revelation, Chrissy had steered my hand up Mayumi’s body, until the palm was resting against the little girl’s nipple. She continued to move it around, helping me feel her daughter up. I whimpered as the taut bud seemed to stiffen to my touch — and Mayumi gasped, briefly releasing the tip of Mommy’s breast, then sucking it between her lips again.

Chrissy took her hands away, leaving me in charge of her daughter’s upper half. I was touching Mayumi all over, stroking her arms, neck, back, shoulders… but still, I kept returning again and again to the girl’s chest, brushing those exquisite little nipples with my fingertips. The room wasn’t brightly lit, but I swore that I could see them swell and tighten with each caress.

“Look at this,” said Chrissy.

I glanced down to where she was pointing — at the red skirt her daughter was wearing, which had ridden about halfway up Mayumi’s thighs. Chrissy took hold of the hem, and my heart raced faster than ever as she gently pulled at it, exposing more and more of the child’s olive-hued legs. I held my breath, waiting for that first glimpse of Mayumi’s panties…

And then, with a final tug, she uncovered her little girl’s bare vulva. No underpants to conceal her treasure. There it was, a perfect child-like cunny.

Mayumi moaned as she was exposed to my hungry gaze. I read the excitement in the child’s eyes as Mommy put her on display, knowing this was what she wanted, for me to see all of her. I felt giddy, terrified, aroused beyond belief and on the verge of bursting into tears, all at once.

“Watch me love her,” whispered Chrissy — as if she thought I might actually look away!

Chrissy slipped a hand between the parted thighs of her daughter, lovingly cupping the child’s smooth slit. Mayumi hummed her approval, still suckling from Mommy’s breast. I watched in mixed disbelief and awe as Chrissy extended her index and middle finger to trail them up and down through Mayumi’s sex, tenderly masturbating her little girl.

“She loves this,” Chrissy whispered. “The first time I touched her this way, she was very little… as little as Ellie. Even then, I could see how happy it made her.” She was playing her daughter like a virtuoso, fingers dancing over the child’s vaginal cleft, occasionally pausing to brush the tiny clitoris.

Chrissy smiled down at Mayumi. “My precious little one, my own baby girl. Such a soft, sweet cunny she has… so ready for Mommy to give her the special love she needs…”

I saw Chrissy’s fingers grow moist as she pleasured Mayumi, heard the faint liquid sounds of sex between the child’s legs. I toyed with her hard nipples — teasing them, lightly pinching them, rolling them between my fingers. Tiny shivers raced through her body, growing stronger, and I knew she was about to come.

Just as that thought crossed my mind, Mayumi threw her head back — eyes wide, a soft cry leaving her lips. “Oh, Mommy, oh Mommy, yes!” she gasped. It was happening, this amazing, beautiful thing, and I was seeing it unfold!

I looked at Mayumi’s face, glowing with rapture, then glanced down at her pubis, still partly concealed by Chrissy’s hand, then looked up at her face again. I wanted to remember all of it, to carry the memory with me as long as I lived.

My concentration was broken by Chrissy, who touched my shoulder with her free hand. I turned to her.

“Kiss me,” she said.

I couldn’t even think of refusing… couldn’t say anything, really, All I could do was lean into her, my eyes drifting shut. Our lips met, our tongues engaged, and we kissed like lovers.

My world was stripped down to essentials: Chrissy’s mouth, her hand, where it was and what it was doing, my fingers, Mayumi’s nipples, and the sounds of ecstasy that sweet young nymph made as she came from our combined touches…

On to Part Two!


Ripples, Chapter 28

  • Posted on April 10, 2021 at 3:09 pm

by Sapphmore &  JetBoy

For a detailed list of the many characters in this story, check out The Women and Girls of Ripples


Jessica eased the car into her parking space behind the shop, emerged from the vehicle, and entered through the secure rear door, catching sight of Caterina, who was switching on the lights and checking the premises.

“Morning, Cat,” she called out.

Caterina turned to her, all smiles. “Hi, Jess. Have a good weekend?”

I surely did, Jess thought. Filled from end to end with hot, sweaty lesbian sex. “Yes, indeed,” she replied. “We went to Willett’s with Rachel and the girls, and on Sunday my daughters and I had lunch at Stella’s. Oh, and on Friday night, my sister Laura came back from her latest assignment. She hadn’t phoned ahead, so it was quite the surprise!” Jess chose to omit the fact that Laura had caught both families in the midst of an orgy.

“Hmmm. Sounds like at least someone had a fun-packed weekend.”

Jess frowned. “Oh, dear. I’m guessing that means you didn’t, then?”

“It was okay, I suppose, just not very exciting. Fiorella and I went shopping in Oxford; she’s growing up so fast, you know. I suppose she’ll soon be spending more time with her friends. Then on Sunday, she and I went for a walk along the river and had lunch outside at the Trout.” She paused, shrugged. “It’s just that, like I said when you and I talked a little while back… oh, I don’t know. It just seems like I’m — I’m missing out.”

Jess recalled the lunch she had with Rachel at that very same pub, followed by the furious fuck they’d enjoyed afterwards in the back of the car. “Have you given any more thought to what I said, Cat — about maybe trying the other side of the fence, dating a woman?”

Though no one else was around to overhear, Cat leaned forward to speak in a conspiratorial tone. “You know, I have to admit that after what you told me about what it’s like to be with a woman, I’ve been giving it a lot of thought. In fact, the other night, I got on my computer, googled ‘lesbians’, and got over a million results!” She began to blush. “I was brought up in the south of Italy by a very old-fashioned family, so… well, there’s a lot of things that I never got exposed to as a girl.”

“Okay… so did you like what you found?”

Cat smiled shyly. “I can’t believe I’m telling you this, but I did check out some of the videos. Most of them were very interesting, but then I watched one with a teenage girl seducing her mother’s friend. Oh, Jess, it was so hot! I — I couldn’t help myself, I started looking at others like that. Anyway, I must have got a bit um, excited, if you know what I mean…”

“Oh, I do,” Jessica purred. “Those are the clips I like best when I’m having a fiddle.”

“Well, I, er… yes. That’s exactly what I was doing. So I had a hand down in my knickers, and the next thing I know, Fiorella is outside my room calling me, asking if I’m okay! I didn’t think I was making any noise, but I must have done. Luckily, my daughter always knocks, so I had time to close the laptop and told her I had a cramp in my leg.”

“A cramp?”

“I was improvising! It was the best excuse I could come up with. So then Fi came in and pulled the quilt back, grabbed my leg and started stretching it for me. Thank Christ I hadn’t got round to taking my knickers off! Anyhow, I don’t know if she noticed that I was a bit, you know, excited, but she did give me a funny look as she left.”

Picturing that scene reminded Jess of the time Alice had spied on her while she watched the mother-daughter sex scene on the DVD Rachel had loaned her, back before she’d even had done more than kiss another woman. Suddenly, an image of Cat’s daughter Fiorella popped into her head. She was a carbon copy of her mother, with the same long black wavy hair and Mediterranean skin. A vision of the two of them naked and making love had her tingling all over..

Cat continued, oblivious of where Jessica’s mind was going. “The trouble is, now I can’t get that video out of my head! I nearly crashed the bloody car the other day, just because I saw some young woman in the street who reminded me of the girl in the video.” She sighed heavily. “The worst part? She couldn’t have been much older than my daughter.”

“Sounds like you’ve got it bad, girl. My advice is to get out there and explore these feelings. Have you thought about checking out a lesbian dating site?”

“Mmm, I’m not sure about that. I couldn’t go on a date with anyone without at least meeting her first and getting to know her, especially since I’m completely new at this. If it was like you and Rachel, I mean someone I already knew… well, perhaps. Then again, the only lesbians I know are you and Rachel.”

Jess briefly considered letting Cat know that Stella was gay, but dismissed the idea just as quickly. I don’t dare nudge her in Stel’s direction. She and the twins would eat her alive. I’m still not quite certain that I’m ready for them!

She took another tack. “You know that club we all went to a couple of weeks ago? They probably have other ladies-only nights. Rachel and I would be happy to go with you to lend moral support. After all, that was the night she and I got together. You’re a damned attractive lady, Cat, and I’m sure there’s another woman out there who’d love to, er, ring your bell.” They shared a laugh, then Jess added, “Give it some thought, anyhow.”

In fact, Jess was already giving thought to the possibility of scheming with Rachel to entice Caterina into bed and ring her bell themselves. She and her lover had enjoyed their daughters together, but had yet to share a hot, juicy fuck with another woman. I probably oughtn’t to get sexually involved with my store manager, but still…

Caterina was about to respond, but a quick rap on the door brought assistant manager Ella breezing in with a cheery greeting. Giving Cat a quick wink, Jess exchanged brief accounts of the shop’s weekend activities, then went up to her office. She switched on her computer and was about to make an espresso when she heard Cat and Ella go into their shared office. It occurred to her that this was as good a time as any to reveal her newfound sexuality to Ella.

Making her way next door, Jessica tapped on the door, then entered. “Hi, Ella… can I have a quick word? I have something to tell you. Cat already knows about it.” She took a deep breath, then charged ahead. This might come as a bit of a surprise, but the fact is, I’ve recently started a serious relationship.”

“Good!” Ella declared. “It’s about bloody time. I mean, when was the last time you had a proper date? You’ve not mentioned any new guy for ages, so I hope this one realises how damn lucky he is.”

Jess poked her tongue out and grinned. “Well, that isn’t the surprise, and I still won’t be mentioning any guy, as my new lover happens to be named Rachel.”

“Come again? Wait, are you talking about the same…?”

“Yes, Rachel… as in my best friend.”

“Whoa. What, so you decided to cast your net wider? How long has this been going on, then?”

“Our first time was the night we went to that club in Oxford. Rachel and I both decided we were fed up with men and, well, it just felt right. Our daughters are already friends, and they’re all really happy about it, so we’ve decided to make it official.” She paused. “Which is why I’m telling you now.”

Emerging from behind her desk, Ella stood in front of Jess, arms folded. “The important question for me is this: when should I buy a new hat for the wedding?” She threw both arms around Jess as a smiling Caterina looked on. “I’m really happy for you… and it’s about time someone made an honest woman of Rachel.”

Jessica raised both hands in protest. “Steady on, we’ve only just got together.”

“Well, you’re not getting any younger.”

“Bloody cheek. I’m not much older than you!” The three women shared a laugh.

At that moment, they heard someone bounding up the stairs, then Bridget came into view in the doorway on her way to the staff room. Seeing the three women looking, she paused in mid-step. “Um… what’s up?”

Jess spoke. “Actually, Bridget, can you come in for a moment?”

Although Sally was Jessica’s youngest employee at sixteen, she was a student and only worked part-time. Jessica’s youngest full-time staff member was twenty-two-year-old Bridget.

Bridget was the opposite of Sally, with long black hair to Sally’s blonde tresses. She didn’t possess the generous bust of the younger girl, but her body was lithe and athletic. As she entered, dressed in body-hugging black leggings and top, Jess recalled how she’d stolen more than a few glances at Bridget after discovering her true sexuality, admiring the girl’s feline grace as she moved. She’d given her the job a couple of years ago, largely because she liked her edgy style, and encouraged her to put ideas forward on the latest trends in her age group. She was great with the teens and younger women, with the sales record to prove it.

Seeing a look of concern in Bridget’s eyes, Jess allayed her fears. “Don’t worry; it’s not bad news. I just wanted to tell you that I’m in a relationship with Rachel, from the cafe across the road. We’re a couple now.”

Bridget responded with a simple, “Cool. So, does that mean you’re converting the shop to gay women only? Maybe start carrying sex toys?” Her tone was serious, but the twinkle in her eyes made it clear that she was joking.

Jess gave an amused snort. “Well, the lesbian trade does appear to be a growing demographic in this area, but… no.”

“So you’ll have to buy your clit massager without an employee discount,” Ella said.

“Sod that for a start,” Bridget replied, “the sex shop on Melbray Street wants fifty bloody quid. So… you and Rachel, eh? Well, she is a pretty hot babe. Anyone for coffee? I’m gonna make some.” With that she breezed out the door, then the three women all glanced at each other and burst into laughter.


Around lunchtime, Sally arrived for her afternoon shift. Jess looked for an opportune moment to break the news to her and eventually saw her go past the office door towards the store room. Quickly rising from her chair, Jill followed after, calling, “Hi, Sally, how are you?”

On hearing Jessica’s voice, Sally swivelled round from the shelf, holding several pairs of black tights. “Hi. Jessica. Is everything okay?”

“Yes, I just wanted a word.”

“Um, okay.” The teen stood attentively, waiting for her employer to speak.

Jess had checked Cat’s office as she passed to make sure it was empty; now she peered through the door to ensure that no one was coming up the stairs. Turning back to the teenage girl, she lowered her voice. “So, Sally… do you remember when we made love?” She saw the girl’s eyes light up, probably from the memory, perhaps a little in anticipation of what her boss was about to say.

“Yes,” Sally whispered.

“I told you at the time that I wasn’t really experienced at that kind of thing. My first real lesbian experience was with you… though there was another woman who I’d done some pretty intense kissing with. Since then I’ve become involved in a full time relationship with her.”

Sally’s face clearly registered disappointment as she sat back on a small table. “Oh,” was all she said.

“It’s Rachel Thomas.”

Sally now looked puzzled. “I didn’t know she was gay.”

“Well, she wasn’t, not at the time — just curious, the same as me. We realised that we had feelings for each other, and now we’re a couple. I know you were hoping that we could get together again… and honestly, what we had was fantastic. But Sally, it’s really best that you find someone your own age.”

By then, Sally was staring down at her shoes. “Well, I know I’m too young for you,” she mumbled, “and I get that we c-can’t be in a real relationship. It’s just that — well, it’s hard to find other girls like me.” She sighed. “I am happy for you and Rachel… but I can’t help but feel sorry that we can’t be together again.”

“Well, you never know,” Jess murmured.

At that, Sally’s bowed head shot up and a spark of interest came back to her eyes. Then she frowned. “But you’re with Rachel.”

“Yes, I am… and you should find someone your own age, honestly. In fact, I’d like to discuss that with you in greater detail. Are you able to come to my house this Wednesday morning around ten o’clock?”

As if by magic, Sally had become her buoyant self again. “Oh, of course, Jessica, I can. That would be really nice… and congratulations to you and Rachel!”

Hearing her name called from below, Sally jumped up and gave Jess a clumsy hug, rushed to the door — then stopped abruptly, turning back to grab the packages of tights before dashing down the stairs.

Returning to her office, Jess phoned Rachel to ask how her employees had taken the news.

“I only told Charlotte and Maria, not the other girls. They didn’t seem very surprised to find out I’m gay, but when I told them you were my partner, they didn’t believe it!” She chuckled. “I don’t know what that says about me.”

“Hmmm… they probably think I could do better,” Jess said.

“Ha bloody ha. So Maria asked if it had anything to do with the night out we’d had at the club, and when I told her it did, she figured they must put something special in the drinks. Then she said that maybe we should plan another girls’ night out. I suspect she might be up for a little lez action herself. So… how did it go on your end? Are you officially out and proud?”

Jess told Rachel about her various conversations. “I wasn’t looking forward to telling Sally. She was hoping we’d get together again, after all.”

“Can’t say I blame her. Did your little invitation perk her up, I hope…?”

Indeed it did. Our Wednesday tea party is on. I have to say, I’m really looking forward to it… and believe me, you are going to love playing with her.”

“And you’ll enjoy Millie. That girl was quite the firework, once she got heated up. It was all finger action, so I never did get to taste her… and believe you me, I very much intend to make up for that!

They continued to make small talk until Jess heard someone in the background call for Rachel.

“Hell’s bells. Sorry, Jess, I have to go. Although considering what we’ve got planned for Wednesday, I don’t know how I’m going to focus on the job. See you, sugarpuss!”

“Love you too.”

As soon Jessica set her phone down, it trilled again. She picked it up without looking at the display, assuming it was Rachel. “Forgot something?”

“Sorry?” Not Rachel. Jess recognised the voice right away, though.

“Stella, sorry. I just got off the phone with Rachel and thought she was calling back. We’ve both just told some of our employees about us being a couple. Listen, thanks again for the lovely lunch yesterday. The girls had a marvellous time.”

“Yes, the twins were quite taken with your daughters. As was I, actually. They’re beautiful… just like their mother.”

There was a silky, seductive tone to Stella’s voice that made Jess feel lightheaded. She imagined the woman seated before her now, eyes smouldering with desire, wearing the smile of someone who’d just had her cake and eaten it.

Before Jess could summon a reply, Stella continued. “No doubt you’re wondering why I called. Do you recall when we were talking about our children and what avenues they wish to pursue when they’re older, and you mentioned that Alice was especially interested in art?”

Jessica had a very distinct idea of where this little chat was headed. “I do, yes.”

“Well, it just occurred to me that Alice might like to spend a day in the gallery on Saturday, to get a glimpse of what goes on behind the scenes. I know she’s a bit young to do that, but it’s just one friend looking after another friend’s daughter. I’ll take good care of her, teach her a few things about art and the business… then that evening, I’ll take her home with me, and she can have a sleepover with Sienna and Lacey. I believe they’ve already extended an open invitation to her.”

Jessica had to smile. “That’s very kind of you, Stella, I’m sure she’d love to. I won’t be in the shop that day, but I’ll drop Alice off at the gallery first thing. Thanks.”

“Oh, it’ll be my pleasure,” Stella cooed. I’m sure it will, thought Jess. “I’ll bring her back late Sunday afternoon, if that’s okay.”

“That’s perfect, Stel. See you Saturday.”

Jess thought about messaging Alice, but didn’t want her distracted at school, so she decided to tell her when she got home. She’ll be thrilled, that much I know. But she’s got to be careful… we’ve got so many secrets to keep.


Wednesday arrived without much in the way of drama or excitement. It won’t stay that way for much longer, Jess thought, a knowing smile on her lips as she reached for the car keys.

After dropping the girls off at school, Jess hastened back home, then texted Rachel to suggest that they dress for all-out seduction.

Her lover immediately replied, Don’t I always?

Jess had a shower, resisting the urge to masturbate as she thought of what lay ahead. She decided to wear something from her shop’s newest collection of lingerie; a sheer black see-through bustier decorated with tiny pink roses, almost cupless with suspender straps, to which she attached lace-top black stockings. Slipping into the matching lace panties, she paused to appraise herself in the mirror.

Pleased with the result, Jess selected a short lace dress from her closet, then hesitated. Thinking it over, she decided that it might look odd, visiting Rachel’s in such a provocative dress at this time of day. And if I display this much leg, it might give Sally the wrong idea. Instead, she opted for the full business ensemble with a long pencil skirt and long-sleeved white blouse. To complete the illusion, she tied her long red hair in a ponytail. And though it was likely to get smudged very soon, she chose to apply a deep scarlet lipstick.

The doorbell rang. Looking at the clock on her bedside table, Jess saw it was only just a quarter to ten. Taking a final glance in the mirror, she went downstairs to greet her guest.

Sally was wearing a short floral dress that hugged her curvaceous body, supported by straps that didn’t seem quite up to the job. Jess knew then that she’d been right about Sally’s expectations. On any other day, she wouldn’t hesitate to lead the sweet teen upstairs and ravish every bit of her luscious body. Right then, however, Jess had other, more exciting plans for the girl.

Sally, on the other hand, had half-expected Jessica to be dressed more casually, maybe even in a dressing gown. Seeing her done up as if she was about to attend a business meeting left Sally feeling a little deflated, but she managed a smile. “Hi, Jessica. I’m not too early, am I?”

“No, not at all, come in. Take a seat; I just have to finish something upstairs. I’ll only be a minute.” She ushered Sally into the lounge, then left the room and hurried upstairs. Once in her room she closed the door, then phoned Rachel.

“Is she there?” Rachel asked right away.

“Just got here,” Jess replied. “How about Millie?”

“Not yet, but she’s still got time — Oh, wait, there’s the doorbell now! Okay, this is it. Give me a couple of minutes, then you two come over. Looks like Operation Blind Date is a go!”

Jess laughed. “Roger that,” she said, but Rachel had already hung up.

Returning to the lounge, Jess seated herself across from the girl. “So… how’s school going?”

Sally filled Jess in on her latest exams, mentioned how much she was looking forward to the holidays, then asked about extra hours at the shop.

After assuring the teen that she would welcome the extra help over summer, Jess looked at the clock, then stood up. “Okay, now we’re going to step out for awhile.”

Sally looked up in surprise. “Step out? I thought we were going to…”

“I have something for you, but it’s not here. Come with me.”

The girl dutifully followed Jess into the hallway, where Jess picked up her bag and keys and slipped into killer four-inch heels to complete the look. Making her way to the front door, she opened it, then gestured for Sally to go ahead.

As Jess closed and locked the door, a puzzled Sally headed towards the car in the driveway.

Jessica shook her head. “We won’t need the car.”

Looking even more confused, the shapely blonde followed Jess down the path to the road. She was still unaware of where they were going until Jessica entered the gate of the house almost opposite, striding up the path to the door where she rang the bell.

Sally was about to ask whose home this was when the door opened to reveal Rachel Thomas, the woman who Jessica had said was now her lover. She stood smiling broadly, dressed in a knee length wrap-over dress that was cinched at the side by a large sash belt.

Frowning slightly, Sally looked from one woman to the other. “Ms Thomas? I — I don’t understand what… why are we here? I mean, why do you need me here?”

Jess kissed Rachel lightly on the lips, instantly sparking a touch of jealousy in the teen, then turned back to Sally. “Patience, sweetheart, you’ll see.”

As Sally stepped into the house, Rachel put a hand on her shoulder in reassurance.

“Hello, Sally, lovely to see you again. Please come in… and it’s Rachel, by the way.”

Now in something of a daze, thoughts started running through Sally’s head, but too quick and jumbled to arrange in any kind of explanation for why Jessica had brought her there.

Shutting the door, Rachel ushered her guests towards the lounge. “Please, take a seat. Can I get you anything to drink — espresso, cappuccino, juice?”

“Um, I’ll have juice, I guess,” Sally mumbled, trying not to be obvious about how ill at ease she felt.

“An espresso would be divine,” Jess said.

As Sally looked around for somewhere to sit, she noticed that there was someone already in the room, seated on a long leather sofa. It was a girl with short blonde hair, someone she recognized from school, wearing a short corduroy skirt with a blue top. It was an unusual look for her; Sally couldn’t recall ever seeing her in anything but jeans and t-shirts.

Rachel indicated with a gesture that Sally should join the other girl on the sofa, then asked with a smile, “Do you two know each other?”

Millie spoke first, turning to the newcomer, who had just seated herself a couple of feet away. “Yeh, sort of; mostly we’re in different classes but we’ve got some lessons together. It’s Sally, right?”

“Yes, Sally Hughes; and you’re, um… Millie?”

“Yeh, Millie Collins.” She turned to Jess. “Hi, Ms Matthews… how are your kids?”

“Oh, grown up quite a lot since you last saw them. You can call me Jessica, by the way.” Glancing at the others, she added, “Millie used to look after the girls for me, some evenings.”

Millie looked around the room. “Are we, er, havin’ some kind of party, then?”

“You might say that,” Rachel replied with a nod. “Jess, can you lend a hand with the drinks?” She smiled at the girls. “You two, just relax and have a nice chat. We’ll be back in a tick.”

Exiting the room, the women went down the hall to the kitchen. Rachel had already prepared coffee; now she switched on the machine. Once it began to gurgle, she stepped out of her heels, then motioned for Jess to follow her. Together, they crept back down the hall to pause within earshot of the lounge.

Inside, the two sixteen-year-olds had sat quietly at first, stealing the occasional glance at one another, but as the women drew near they heard Sally speak.

“Did… did Rachel tell you why she invited you over? And did she mention that Jessica and I were coming?”

“No, I only got here a minute before you. I have no idea what’s goin’ on.”

Sally lowered her voice to a murmur. “Um, Millie, can I ask you something personal?” When the teen didn’t respond, Sally took it as a prompt to continue. “Are you, um… do you… do you like girls?”

Millie’s face reddened slightly and she began to nibble her lower lip, unprepared at the abruptness of the question; indeed, wondering why a girl she hardly knew would even ask something like that. Unable to think of a way to evade the subject, she risked a quick look at Sally — then saw something there that reassured her, made her want to admit the truth.

Averting her eyes, Millie took a steadying breath, then said, “I… think so. I’ve only done it once, but, yeh, it was real nice. I think maybe I even wanna get a girlfriend but, uh, I’m not sure how to, y’know, make that happen.” She gave a shaky laugh, then froze, suddenly wondering if she’d said too much. Slowly raising her head, she studied Sally, thought about it for a moment. “Why’d you ask me that? Do you, maybe… d’you like girls, too?”

“Yeah, I’m gay,” Sally replied with a nod, somehow managing to sound much calmer than she really was. “I figured it out when I was, oh, eleven or twelve.”

“Holy fuck, that’s young!” Millie exclaimed. “How old were you when you, y’know, done it the first time?”

In spite of herself, Sally had to smile. “Honestly, I’ve not ‘done it’ much more than you. My first time was a couple of weeks ago. That was just making out, but the next time, we made love properly.”

“Was it good? Good as you wanted, I mean?”

“Better,” Sally replied with a firm nod. “Much better.”

Sally brooded for a moment, then spoke again. “Er, can I ask you somethin’ now?”


Millie was already speaking softly, but now she lowered her voice to a whisper. “You said you had it off for the first time a couple weeks ago. Was it, um, with Ms Matthews? Um, Jessica, I mean.”

Taking a furtive peek at the door, Sally turned back. “Yeah, it was. Wait a minute — was it Rachel that you did it with?”

Millie’s eyes widened. “Yeh, it was.” She stared at Sally. “What d’ya think they’re up to, then?”

“I… I don’t know!” This little morning get-together suddenly seemed very strange, but Sally couldn’t deny the excitement that she felt.

Parting her lips to speak, Millie froze when they heard the heels of the two women clacking on the oak floor, followed by Rachel and Jess entering the room, the latter bearing a tray. Placing it on the coffee table, Jessica sat demurely opposite the girls in a cuddle chair, the tight pencil skirt restricting her movements a bit.

Rachel deftly slipped in by her lover’s side. She passed glasses of grape juice over to the girls, then poured espresso from the silver pot into two tiny white cups, using a little spoon to add sugar from a glazed china bowl.

Pushing a plate towards the girls, Rachel urged. “You simply must try these Cantucci biscuits. My chef Maria adds pistachio and cranberries to the original Italian recipe. They’re delicious — but mind your teeth, they’re very crunchy.”

As Jess and Rachel sipped their strong black brew as if at a typical morning kaffeeklatsch, the two girls raised their glasses and drank, unable to maintain eye contact with the glamorous women who sat opposite.

Finally Rachel broke the awkward silence. “So, you must both be doing your GCSEs. What are your favourite subjects?”

The girls shared a quick glance at one another, then Sally responded. “Err, art, I suppose. But I like languages as well, so I’m doing French and Italian. I want to get into the fashion industry, so I thought it would be best to know those.”

“Very sensible. Tell me, how do you find working for Jess?”

“Oh, it’s great. I’ve learned so much from her!” She saw a wry smile cross Jessica’s lips at that, which made her blush.

If Rachel noticed, she pretended not to. “Millie,” she said, turning to the other girl, “I think you’ve told me before that your main interest is science.”

“Oh, yeh,” the teen answered, then gave a brief laugh. “S’pose that makes me a bit of a geek, really.”

Taking another sip from her cup, Jessica set it down in the saucer, then gave both girls a big smile. “I expect that by now, you two must be wondering what we’re up to; why we’ve asked you here today.”

There was a momentary silence, until at last Sally mumbled, “Well, yeah, we are.”

“Fair enough,” Rachel said. “But before we explain, I must apologise for neglecting you, Millie. I know that you wanted the two of us to get together again, but lately, my life’s been a bit of a whirlwind. What I have to tell you next is the reason why. You see, Jessica and I are now lovers — actually, more than that, we’re a couple. Sally already knows, because Jess told her employees about it yesterday, as I did mine.”

“Oh,” Millie said. “Um, yeah, that’s great, Rachel.” Her words were sincere, but the girl couldn’t quite conceal a hint of disappointment. “Congrats to you both an’ all.”

“Thank you. Now, about why we’re having this little soirée.” She paused. “Girls, you both recently had your very first sexual experience with a woman… with Jess and myself, to be specific. Sally, you shared pleasure with Jessica, and I made love to you where you’re seated now, Millie.”

At that pronouncement, both girls registered signs of dismay, but Rachel shook her head. “Now, now, ladies — you’ve no reason to feel embarrassed. We’re all adults here; we ought to be able to discuss such things.”

“I didn’t know you knew,” Sally said to Rachel, nervously playing with her fingers. “Um, are you mad about that?”

Jess shook her head. “Sally…” she began.

“Because I d-didn’t even know that you and Jessica were–”

“Sally!” Jess repeated, louder this time, and the flustered girl fell silent. “It’s okay, I promise. Rachel is anything but upset with you. In fact,” she continued with a knowing smile, “she’s downright grateful — and so am I.”

“She’s right,” Rachel said. “And because we’re grateful, Jess and I want to do something nice for the two of you.”

That caught the girls’ interest. Exchanging a quick look between them, they waited to hear more.

“First, I’ve a question for you both, though I’m fairly certain of the answer: do you want to keep having sex with girls… or women?”

There was a moment’s silence, then Sally spoke. “Well, um, I do… but I already know I’m gay.”

Rachel and Jess shifted their attention to a pink-faced Millie who mumbled, “I — I want to try it again, sure.”

“Just as we thought,” Rachel continued with a nod. “Here’s the thing, however. It can be awfully difficult for girls your age to find, er, other lesbians. You’re too young to go to clubs, or to join dating sites — the reputable ones, anyhow.”

Jessica spoke up. “And in a quiet town like this, you can’t be completely open about what you want on social media. If the gossips and bullies at your school discover that you like girls, they’ll make your lives a misery — although I suspect many of them would be acting out of pure jealousy, lovely as you two are. So how do you find that certain special someone?”

“And that,” Rachel said, “that is how Jess and I came up with the idea of setting you girls up with each other.” She let that last sentence sink in, observing the startled reaction from the girls.

Millie and Sally stole a quick peek at one another, then turned back to the women, a mixture of confusion, nervousness and disbelief written on their faces… but also, it was clear to see, a certain measure of interest.

Now Sally spoke. “But — but we don’t know each other, not really.”

Jess quickly responded. “Which is why we invited you both here today… to get acquainted.”

The girls exchanged another look, as if each expected the other to respond with some sort of argument. Sensing their uncertainty, Rachel knew she had to act quickly before one or both of the girls lost their nerve and fled.

“Look at it this way,” she began. ”Imagine you’re at a big party, one where there are loads of people you’ve not met before. Wouldn’t you love to get to know an attractive, interesting girl you could have some fun with? Imagine sneaking into an upstairs bathroom with a cute stranger, locking the door and messing about with her. Sounds enticing, doesn’t it? My point is that you don’t have to know a girl at all to have a good time. It’s not as if we’re suggesting you two get married.”

“We’re not even asking you to fuck!” Jess exclaimed, amused by the girls’ surprised reaction to that last word. “That said, we’d have no objection if you both chose to strip off and do the deed right here and now.” She paused to give the blushing teens a saucy wink. “No, all we’re asking is for you to at least consider the possibility of exploring your desires with one another. That’s not so unreasonable, is it? We’re offering you an opportunity to be with a girl your own age. At the same time, Rachel and I are here to guide you, like, um…” She searched for the right word.

“Tutors,” Rachel offered.

“Just so. We can encourage you, teach you everything we’ve learned about how to please a woman, even…” she gestured around the room, “give you a place where you can be together when you want.” And conjure up some sexy fun for Rachel and me, she silently added.

The teenagers exchanged yet another look — this time long and searching, as if sharing the question, What do you think? both unsure of the answer. At the same time, each girl was casting an appraising eye over the other, considering her as a potential lover.

Millie’s thoughts were filled with images of Jessica and this very pretty blonde, naked and entwined in a passionate embrace. Wonder why Jess never made a move on me, back when I was looking after her kids? she wondered. Maybe she didn’t know she was gay yet. Still, I can see why she’d have it off with this Sally girl… she’s pretty hot. Fucking hell, the tits on her!

As for Sally, she’d been feeling glum about losing out on the chance to see and touch and love the luscious body of her boss again. Now, checking out the elfin girl next to her, she began to see other possibilities, feeling a definite prickle of interest. She did have nice eyes… and a pretty mouth.

Giving Millie a shy smile, Sally shrugged as if to say, Well, what have we got to lose?

Reading Sally’s demeanour, Millie realised that this girl was on the verge of agreeing to go to bed with her, possibly right then. It was too much for her. Yes, she was very much open to trying lesbian sex again, but the idea of being set up this way was unsettling. Beneath Milllie’s brash, rough-hewn exterior, there still lurked traces of the timid little girl that she once was.

Turning back to face Rachel, Millie shook her head. “I — I’m not sure about this.”

Carefully rising, Rachel moved round the coffee table to sit beside the short-haired blonde, giving Jess a quick sideways nod to indicate that she should follow her lead. Jessica did just that, moving over to the sofa to seat herself next to Sally.

Rachel placed a hand on Millie’s knee, which instantly quickened the girl’s pulse, and spoke to her in a calm, soothing tone. “Millie, sweetheart, you enjoyed our little lovemaking session, didn’t you? I know that you did… and I can also see how badly you want to feel that kind of pleasure again. Well, here’s a chance to make that happen. I think Sally is interested, so where’s the harm in giving it a try? Believe me, you’ve barely scratched the surface of what two girls can do together!”

Jess took up the mantle. “Think of it as extra-curricular education. You can practice together, and perhaps now and again, you can show us what you’ve learned.” She let that sink in, noting how that last suggestion had captured Sally’s attention, then continued. “I think you two would make a lovely couple, but if for some reason it doesn’t work out… well, at least you’ll have the experience, and you’ll be that much more comfortable with the next girl you’re with. Will you think about it, at least?”

Jessica noticed that the girls were glancing one way, then the other as she and Rachel spoke in turn, as if following a tennis ball from one side of the court to the other.

Sally was first to reply. “So… how would this work, exactly? We use one of the bedrooms while you both, um, do something else?” In truth, she had a hunch that the women had a very different scheme in mind, and wanted to make them admit it out loud.

Rachel smiled, her eyes briefly meeting Jessica’s. “Well, no, that’s not exactly what we had in mind. In fact, we were thinking of something a bit more… hands on, so to speak.”

“Precisely,” Jess added. “Rachel and I do understand that intimacy can be awkward, when it’s your first time with someone new… so we thought it would be better to give you a bit of guidance along the way.”

This time Millie spoke up, staring at Rachel in disbelief. “You mean… we d-do this in front of you?”

Rachel gave the teen’s thigh a reassuring pat. “How else are we going to help you learn how to make love properly? With a few helpful hints from Jess and me, you girls will be incredible together. And what better time than the present?” She paused for dramatic effect, then said, “Sally, Millie… I think you ought to give each other a kiss.”

The girls looked at each other for the umpteenth time, struggling with this new development.

Millie had been longing to see Rachel again ever since that incredible night when the beautiful divorcee had touched her until she came. On returning home afterward, she’d listened for her parents to go to bed, waiting impatiently until she finally heard her dad start to snore, then masturbated in a frenzy, her head filled with images of sexy women.

But after several weeks had gone by, Millie figured that Rachel had gone back on her promise of a repeat session. Now there she was, asking her to kiss someone else, a girl she barely knew. At least she’s pretty, Millie told herself.

Sally, too, had ached for the chance to make love with Jessica again — and like Millie, had begun to wonder if it ever would happen. Then, out of the blue, her boss had dropped the bombshell about being lovers with Rachel. So much for that, Sally had assumed, but now these women were making a very intriguing offer: the possibility of engaging in sex play with a cute girl her own age, along with a tantalising hint that Jess and Rachel might join in.

Absently nibbling her lower lip, Sally thought it over. The idea of being part of a lesbian orgy was a bit scary, true… but also incredibly exciting. If I pass this chance by, she realised, I’ll spend the rest of my life wondering what I missed. In the span of a heartbeat, she made a decision.

But as she parted her lips to speak, Rachel said, “We can see that you’re both still a bit shy, so perhaps we should help you along.”

With that, Rachel rose from her chair, two steps taking her to where her lover sat. Bending down, she gave Jess a hungry kiss. Their mouths met in a gentle but ardent mingling of lips and tongues, growing increasingly passionate. The girls could only stare in disbelief as Jessica thrust a hand beneath Rachel’s skirt to cup her partner’s vulva.

After thirty seconds that seemed to last much longer than that, they slowly parted, and Rachel straightened herself to smile at the girls. “See, nothing to be afraid of,” she cooed, “Now let’s try something else.”

Advancing toward Millie, she knelt before the seated teen, reaching out to caress her cheek, then leaned forward to kiss the girl. Millie froze for a moment, then moaned as Rachel’s tongue slipped between her parted lips.

For Millie, it was an awakening, an epiphany. She remembered all over again how good it had been to kiss this gorgeous older woman. Suddenly oblivious of the others, she closed her eyes and sank into the sexual euphoria she’d dreamed of since that night. But to Millie’s surprised dismay, those sweet, hot lips withdrew just as she’d begun to suck on Rachel’s tongue. Her eyes snapped open to see the woman giving her an affectionate smile. The sight made her cunt throb.

Jess was now seated next to Sally, “How about you, love?” she murmured, reaching for the shapely teen. “Surely you’re not too shy for a kiss.” She slid a hand to the back of the girl’s neck, drawing her close — but unlike Millie, Sally responded immediately, claiming Jessica’s mouth with hers, eager to recapture the pleasure she’d experienced several weeks ago.

When their kiss finally broke, Rachel’s voice brought Sally back to the here and now. “See, that wasn’t so difficult. Now… why don’t you try it with each other?”

The girls turned so that they were face to face, their eyes meeting for a moment before they leaned in to lightly brush their lips together, parting after just a few seconds. They exchanged another glance, then shy smiles. Millie gave a nervous laugh, then Sally’s mouth met hers again. This time, the kiss lingered.

The room seemed to hum with anticipation as Jess and Rachel anxiously watched, silently urging the girls on. They drew close again, and this time Sally’s tongue emerged to tease Millie’s mouth. The short-haired blonde moaned, her lips parting in surrender..

Rachel and Jessica exchanged satisfied nods as the two blondes melted into an embrace, their tongues twin flames coming together in a fiery dance of lust. Letting them find their own pace, Rachel waited until Millie began to touch her new partner, then gently returned her hand to the girl’s knee.

Millie gave a small jerk as she felt that hand make contact. She knew who it belonged to, but refused to break away from Sally. She was amazed at how good a kisser the girl was, especially compared to Mick, the boyfriend she’d promptly ditched after that incredible evening with Rachel. Blokes just aren’t as good at this kind of thing, she told herself. Now completely absorbed in the delights of her partner’s pretty mouth, Millie barely registered the hand that was slowly creeping beneath her skirt.

Rachel was tempted to go all the way and caress Millie through the front of her knickers; instead, she contented herself with gently raking her fingernails down the teen’s incredibly soft inner thigh.

That got Millie’s attention — and she broke away from Sally with a gasp, turning to stare at the older woman in disbelief. Christ in heaven… is she gonna rub me off right here on her sofa? Right then, Millie was trying to decide if she even had a problem with that.

Sally didn’t bother waiting for Millie to get back to kissing her. Instead, she dipped down and pressed her lips to the girl’s neck, nuzzling the warm skin. God, she smells good. She licked a pathway up to Millie’s ear, then nibbled at the lobe.

Millie didn’t know whether she was coming, going or sitting still. Rachel was gazing at her with undisguised lust, the woman’s fingers tracing lovely patterns on her thighs. And whatever Sally was doing — at that instant, trailing kisses down to her throat and beyond, then taking a playful nip where Millie’s neck met her shoulder — felt absolutely wonderful. The teen’s heart was pounding wildly, her knickers wet enough to wring out like a damp flannel.

Observing the scene, Jess felt raw desire coil and uncoil beneath her belly like a nest of snakes. Clearly, it was time to get involved herself. First, she reached out to touch Sally’s breasts — gently fondling the fleshy globes, then using two fingers to circle a nipple through the girl’s top. Soon she was rewarded with a hardening bud that Jess rolled between her index finger and thumb.

By then, Sally was bent forward, kissing Millie’s now-bared shoulder, and Jessica seized the opportunity to dip down and lightly trace Sally’s exposed spine with the tip of her tongue. Pleased with the shiver she felt ripple through the young girl’s body, Jess paused in her seduction to see how Millie was doing.

It was a most promising sight, hinting at more savoury pleasures to come. The pixie-like teen was dreamy-eyed, mouth ajar as Sally adorned her with kisses, while Rachel caressed the girl’s bare thighs. Millie’s skirt had crept up high enough that Jess was getting the occasional tantalising glimpse of her knickers.

On an impulse, she removed her hand from Sally’s breast and reached out to run her fingers over Millie’s chest, surprised and thrilled to realise that the girl had left off her bra. Seeking out a nipple, Jessica teased it to stiffness, just as she’d done to Sally.

“Oh,” Millie whimpered. “Oh, yes.” Meanwhile, Sally’s lips were approaching hers again. When their mouths met, Millie clumsily seized the young blonde’s face with both hands and kissed her schoolmate long and deep.

Jess looked up at Rachel, who gave a small nod. Time to kick this up a notch.

Touching Millie’s shoulder, Rachel said, “Well, now, I’d say that you two have warmed up quite nicely.”

On hearing Rachel’s voice, the girls parted, both breathing heavily and staring at each other in disbelief,  clearly surprised at how they’d lost themselves in the moment.

“However… I think it’s time to take this party somewhere a little more comfortable.” She rose. “Follow me, ladies.” Taking Millie’s hand, she guided the dazed girl to her feet, while Jess did the same for Sally.

Rachel advanced into the hallway, then began to mount the stairs, leading Millie along. Sally followed close behind, and Jess brought up the rear, moistening her lips as she ogled the girls from behind, her pulse racing as she anticipated exploring the treasures that lurked beneath their skirts. Can’t wait to see  Millie stripped off to those sexy knickers, she told herself.

As they entered the bedroom, Rachel indicated that the girls should seat themselves at the foot of the king size bed. They did so, then Rachel took a couple of steps back and sat on the chaise longue. Jess joined her.

Gazing warmly at the girls, Rachel said, “So, would I be right in assuming you’d like to continue your education?”

Both girls were unable to speak, but after a quick peek at each other, they managed to nod in assent.

“Wonderful.” Rachel languidly stretched out on the chaise, propping herself on an elbow. “You can start by undressing each other.”

It took the girls a few heartbeats to digest Rachel’s words. Sally was tingling with excitement, ready to get down and dirty with this sweet, shy blonde — but then she paused, waiting for Millie’s reaction. We shouldn’t go through with this if she isn’t ready to do more…

Indeed, Millie was feeling tense, uncertain about this entire scenario. Kissing a girl she barely knew was one thing, but stripping naked and fucking that same girl in front of an audience… well, that was another kettle of fish, wasn’t it?

On the other hand, she had enjoyed the kissing, and was very much into going further with Sally. Sure, having these ladies watching is kinda weird… but they’re both pretty nice. It’s not like we’re performing for a bunch of sleazy tossers in a gent’s club. 

Besides — if I back out now, it’ll look like I’m scared. Okay, yeah, I am scared, a little. But I don’t have to let it stop me from doing something big and exciting and new, do I?. 

Summoning up her courage, Millie gave Sally a bashful smile, accompanied by a tiny nod.

Sally reached out for her new friend’s hand and gave it a squeeze. She stood, guiding Millie to her feet, and they faced one another, hand in hand.

Over on the chaise longue, Rachel and Jess watched, excitement dancing in their eyes. This was the moment of truth, when the girls would either come together as lovers or lose their nerve.

The more confident of the two, Sally was first to make a move, reaching out to grasp the hem of Millie’s t-shirt and giving it a gentle tug. Millie froze for an instant, then lifted her arms. Her face was briefly hidden as Sally pulled the cotton top upwards and off, Millie bending forward to assist.

Straightening up, her bare breasts now on view, Millie was about to cross both arms to conceal them — then she forced herself to stop, clenching her fists nervously before she managed to relax them by her side. Taking a deep breath, she reached for the clasp on the front of her skirt.

“No, dear,” Rachel said, interrupting the girl. “I said undress each other. Let Sally do it.”

Millie dropped her hands and looked to Sally, who moved forward and knelt before the girl, pausing to feast her eyes on a pair of breasts that were much smaller than hers, but utterly flawless. She licked her lips, imagining what it would be like to feel Millie’s nipples stiffen in her mouth. Reaching out to unfasten the teen’s skirt, she slowly drew the zipper down until she was able to tug the skirt to Millie’s feet.

Sally’s head swam as she stared at Millie’s knickers, now just inches from her face, the girl’s pubic triangle barely visible through the thin material. Taking hold of the elastic, she pulled them down, then Millie lifted each foot in turn and stepped out of her panties, moving back so Sally could gather up the discarded clothes and pile them on a nearby chair.

Gazing at the nude teen’s vulva, thrilled to spy a hint of wetness there, Sally reached out to toy with the close-trimmed thatch of blonde curls for a moment, then rose to her feet. Giving Millie a bashful smile, she stepped out of her shoes and said, “Now me…”

Millie glanced sideways at Rachel, who nodded, so she took a half step forward to stand before Sally and looked down at the dress the long-haired blonde was wearing, trying to figure out how to remove it before realising that there must be a zipper at the back. She considered moving behind Sally but instead chose to reach round under the girl’s arms, feeling for the zip clasp. This brought her bare breasts into contact with the soft cushion of Sally’s more generous chest, and their lips were close enough to touch. Unable to resist, Millie paused to place a brief but tender kiss on her partner’s mouth.

As she found the zipper, Millie slowly drew it down until she reached the cleft of Sally’s bum. Reaching back around to the front, she took hold of the dress at the shoulders. Sally helped by moving her arms forward, allowing the top half to slip off. Millie tugged it down to the girl’s waist to expose her generous breasts, barely restrained by a pale pink bra.

She already knew that Sally possessed a much fuller figure, but even then, Millie was amazed by just how large her breasts were, glancing down at her own chest with a pang of jealousy. Wanting to see more, she again reached around Sally’s back to unclasp the bra, then stripped it away.

“Bloody hell,” Millie said, awed by the sight of the full, creamy globes, capped with pert nipples that seemed to swell before her eyes. No doubt about it, they were impressive. Even Rachel, who possessed assets most other women coveted, reacted with a sharp intake of breath, causing Jess to chuckle.

Regaining her composure, Millie returned to the task at hand, dropping to her knees to work Sally’s dress down to her feet, followed by the matching pink panties, revealing a neatly shaved vagina. She drew closer, staring at the schoolgirl’s smooth slit. Looking up, she blushed when she saw Sally’s smile. “I’ve… I’ve never seen one up this close before,” Millie mumbled.

Reaching out to touch the slender girl’s cheek, Sally moved her feet further apart as if offering her cunt to Millie, who shivered with excitement at the shapely blonde’s boldness. She moistened her lips, perhaps thinking about what Sally might taste like, then slowly stood.

The two girls, both nude but for the pink and white striped socks Sally still wore, turned to the women, awaiting further instructions.

Rachel nodded approvingly. “Very nice. Now, I want you both to undress Jessica.” She turned to face her lover, indicating with a gesture for her to join the action.

Ready for some special attention, Jessica got to her feet and stood before the blonde teens as if she was a high priestess, with Sally and Millie as young acolytes, preparing her for a ceremony. She reached behind and released her red tresses, shaking her head so that they spilled over her shoulders, causing the girls to marvel at the statuesque woman, her height accentuated by the stylish heels she wore.

Sally advanced first, reaching for the buttons of her employer’s blouse. As she started to slowly undo them, Millie dropped to her knees and reached for the sides of Jessica’s snug pencil skirt. Unable to locate the zip, she drew closer, practically hugging the older woman as she reached round her, feeling for some way, any way to unfasten the skirt, brushing Jessica’s shapely bum with both hands as she searched.

Suddenly aware that her cheek was resting against Jessica’s crotch, Millie nervously glanced up to see the beautiful redhead looking down at her, a knowing smile on her lips. Just then, she finally got hold of the zipper, which she undid with a single steady tug, then slid the clinging material of the skirt down to the older woman’s ankles — making a swishing sound as her sheer stockings were revealed. Their black lace made a striking contrast with Jessica’s pale legs.

Millie took a moment to admire those legs, reflecting on how utterly luscious they looked, how much she’d like to caress, even kiss them. Wow, she told herself, I guess I really am queer. She’d been wondering about that, ever since the night Rachel had fondled her to orgasm. Now Millie knew that it was true, she preferred girls and women to boys. And you know what? I’m totally cool with that. 

She looked up at Jess just as Sally removed the woman’s blouse, then draped it over the back of a nearby chair. Both girls paused, feasting on the sight of Jess in the sexy underthings she’d chosen so carefully — the beautifully adorned black bodice, with half cups that revealed and accentuated her  breasts in a most enticing way; the filmy silken panties, through which the woman’s vulva could easily be discerned; the thigh-high nylons, their darkness contrasting nicely with Jessica’s pale skin.

Fuck me, she’s gorgeous, Millie thought. Biting her lip, she tentatively reached up to tug at the elastic of the near-transparent panties, easing them down Jessica’s legs. The second time I’m doing this today, she realised, resisting a sudden impulse to laugh.

Jess placed a hand on Millie’s shoulder to maintain her balance, lifting each foot in turn so the crouching teen could slip those sodden knickers past her stilettos and off. That accomplished, Jess lifted each foot in turn, reaching back to slip out of her heels, which she carelessly tossed into the nearest corner..

Millie stared as if hypnotised at Jessica’s shaved-smooth vagina, breathing in the thick perfume of the woman’s damp panties, clutched tightly in her left hand. She’d always loved her own intimate scent, and Jess smelled lovely, too — somehow familiar, but tantalisingly different. Feeling a sudden urge to touch, Millie reached out, sliding the palm of her right hand along the inside of Jessica’s creamy thigh, eliciting a brief, low moan from the elegant redhead.

Jess reached down to hook a finger under Millie’s chin to indicate she should stand, and bending down, gave the girl a tender kiss on the mouth, then turned to do the same for Sally, who was about to remove Jessica’s sheer bodice from Jess.

Rachel stopped her with a raised hand, though. “I think we’ll leave that on. It’s so sexy, don’t you think?” Pushing herself up, she sashayed over to join the others. “Now it’s my turn.”

Jess yielded her spot, pausing to scoop up her blouse from the floor, dropping it over the back of the chaise before seating herself where her lover had just been. Out of habit, she began to cross her legs, but instead chose to place both heels on the floor and spread her thighs open, putting her cunt on full display.

Now Rachel was standing in front of the girls, waiting to be stripped off. There was no visible fastener on the dress, but Millie was on the side where the sash was tied so she grasped the end and gave it a gentle tug. As the bow unravelled with a swish, the dress fell open to reveal bare skin. Their eyes meeting, Sally and Millie each took hold of the dress and pushed it off Rachel’s shoulders. The smooth material slipped free and dropped to the floor, leaving her completely nude except for hold-up stockings similar to Jessica’s, only Rachel’s were snowy white. These looked especially impressive against her tanned skin.

Sally stepped back for a better look, grinning at what she saw. She was impressed by the womanly body of Jessica’s lover, but Millie was floored by how hot she was. That first night, she hadn’t seen Rachel fully nude, just her pussy when she pulled her skirt up to masturbate.

Like Jess had done, Rachel leaned in to lightly kiss each girl in turn, then padded back over to sit next to her partner. “Okay, ladies… I think it’s time for you to get on the bed.” As the dazed girls meekly moved to obey, Jess reached out to clasp Rachel’s hand.

Seating themselves on the bed, one on each side, Sally and Millie turned to the two women, awaiting further instructions.

“Before you two start playing around with each other,” Rachel began, “Jess and I wanted to give you a little demonstration of sorts, to get your juices flowing.” She grinned. “Pay close attention, now — this will be covered in exams.” Turning to Jess, she reached out to stroke her lover’s breast, then bent her head to give the swollen nipple a flick of the tongue.

“Oh, Rachel,” Jess moaned, her head gently swaying. “Kiss me…”

Rachel quickly moved in, claiming Jessica’s mouth in a torrid French kiss as she slipped a hand between her lover’s thighs. Jess responded by hooking a leg over the arm of the chaise, spreading herself wide open so Millie and Sally could see everything.

As the girls gaped at this lewd display, Rachel lifted a hand to her mouth and made a big show of licking her middle finger, then reached down to dip it between the folds of Jessica’s labia. She slid it up and down a few times before wriggling it inside, still gazing evenly at the naked blondes sitting on her bed. She felt the very air crackle with sexual heat as she worked her hand back and forth, the liquid sound of cunt and finger clearly audible with each stroke.

Seizing a thick handful of Rachel’s hair, Jess pulled her in for another heated kiss, so caught up in being fingered that she momentarily forgot about their audience, actually pouting a bit when her lover broke away. Turning back to face the girls, Rachel withdrew her fingers from Jessica’s vagina, lifted them to her lips and slowly licked each one clean.

Flashing a wicked smile at the eager teens, Rachel continued her mischief. “Would you like a taste of our cunts now?… Don’t answer that — I can see that you do. You’ll have to earn that privilege, though. For now, we want to see the two of you get better acquainted.” She sat back, snuggling with Jess as they settled in, awaiting the show.

The girls swivelled round to look at each other, Millie’s cheeks flushing slightly when she saw Sally’s hungry, feral smile. They began to move toward one another, drawing closer until the nude blondes were on their knees, face to face. “You’re so pretty,” Sally whispered. “I really want to do this with you.”

“S-so do I!” Millie blurted, nearly shivering with excitement. She reached out, extending a finger to lightly tease Sally’s left nipple, then opened her hand like a blossoming flower. She cradled the creamy orb, as if weighing it in her palm — then did the same with the right breast, marvelling at how small her hands seemed by comparison.

In response, Sally touched Millie’s face. “Kiss them for me?” she said.

With a thoughtful nod, Millie bent down to nuzzle the tip of Sally’s breast, then took the nipple into her mouth, sucking it lovingly. After lavishing attention on that one, she switched to the other. Parting her lips, Millie playfully circled the swollen bud with a darting tongue.

Sally gasped with delight, hugging the girl’s face to her chest. Then she abruptly pulled Millie upright and kissed her with a passion that seemed to raise the bedroom’s temperature by ten degrees. Millie immediately reacted, meeting and matching her partner’s ardor.

Moaning into the kiss, Sally began to touch Millie, caressing her trim body. Slipping a hand between them, she let it trail down to Millie’s tummy — then lower still, slipping between the girl’s thighs until it was cupping her vulva. Sally used the palm to tease the mewling blonde for a few heartbeats, then dipped a finger into the cleft of her cunt.

This sudden intrusion caused the less experienced Millie to jerk violently, almost severing their kiss — or she might have done, but Sally held her in place, and Millie quickly fell back into the ecstasy of the moment, letting herself be taken.

As Sally slid her finger up and down through Millie’s labia, the girl’s sex grew increasingly slick, enough for Jess and Rachel to perceive its wetness from where they sat. After a few more strokes, Sally penetrated Millie as deeply as their position allowed. She curved her fingers inside the vagina to stimulate her partner’s G-spot, a move she’d found and studied at a lesbian sex how-to website.

Millie’s slender frame jerked again, this time breaking their kiss. “Fuck!” she cried, throwing her head back. She might have collapsed in a sodden heap, but Sally had wrapped her right arm round the teen’s back, keeping her from falling away.

Staring approvingly at Sally, Rachel whispered, “My, she’s a spirited little minx, isn’t she?”

“I’d guess that she’s learned a few new tricks since last time,” Jess softly replied.

Having caught her breath, Millie was now taking a more active role in the lovemaking. Her hands explored Sally as if she was searching for something, then she grinned with pleasure when she found the teen’s fleshy vulva, which was well and truly dripping with hot, thick juices. Eager to return the same incredible feelings she’d been given, Millie thrust two fingers into Sally’s buttery tunnel.

“Ohhh… oh, m-my God,” Sally groaned, clutching at her new lover with one arm. The other arm was busy, her finger still wriggling about in Millie’s vagina.

Jess and Rachel watched the girls couple, finding it increasingly difficult to restrain themselves from joining the hot, sweaty fray. Millie and Sally were lost to the outside world, caught up in the push and pull of their crazed fuck. The girls’ movements had become increasingly frantic, their bodies grinding together as if they meant to strike sparks, hands almost a blur as they mauled each other’s pussies.

Suddenly Millie emitted a hoarse scream, the girl’s eyes wide in disbelief as her orgasm kicked in. Sally stared at the wailing girl, then an instant later, she was coming as well. They clung to each other throughout, their bodies bumping together as though they were fighting. Eventually, their climaxes began to subside, but the girls remained where they were — still kneeling, still embraced, motionless but for the occasional shiver and the rise and fall of their chests as they struggled to breathe.

After a long silence, Sally drew back far enough for the two lovers to share an awed look, then they came together in a gentle kiss of thanks. Upon parting, the girls looked round to where Jess and Rachel sat, both of them breaking into pleased grins when it registered that the women were busy pleasuring themselves.

“Look at that,” Sally cooed. “I guess they liked watching us, huh?”

“Yeh,” Millie replied, then brushed Sally’s cheek with her lips, adding, “Me, I fuckin’ loved it!”

Sally turned back to her new friend, and their mouths drifted together again. The kiss was tender but eager, hinting at more sensual delights to follow.

“Nicely done, ladies!” Rachel said, now perched on the chaise’s edge. Neither she nor Jess had wanted to reach climax just yet, so they were no longer masturbating. Jessica was sitting back, thighs spread far apart, sucking the wetness from her fingers.

The girls gazed expectantly at their audience, waiting for whatever was going to happen next. This time it was Jess who took the reins. Sitting up straight, languidly stretching her arms, she spoke. “Well, girls, that little entrée seems to have warmed you up quite nicely. Shall we proceed to the main course?”

She rose and slowly approached the girls, with Rachel close behind. The two women climbed onto the bed, each selecting a younger partner. Taking Sally in her arms, Jessica gave the girl a sweet kiss that quickly caught fire, while Rachel renewed her acquaintance with Millie, exploring the teen’s mouth with a playful tongue. Dazed though the girls still were, they were quick to respond, happy to be with their adult lovers once more.

But before the girls could fully immerse themselves in the heat of the moment, Jess and Rachel pulled back, pausing to exchange a quick glance. Rachel nodded, her message understood without the need for words. Turning to Millie, Jess crooked a finger, beckoning the cute blonde to her side. Sally read Jessica’s intentions without being told and sidled over to Rachel.

Once again, deep kisses were traded, this time with first-time partners. Jessica and Rachel let their kisses linger, taking pleasure in the sweetness of the young girls’ mouths.

Millie was in heaven — or as close to it as she ever had been. Fuck me — women really do kiss much nicer than blokes. So soft, like velvet.

Eventually, she and Jess drifted apart, and Rachel broke with Sally, pausing to leave an extra kiss on her button nose. Giving Sally an adoring smile, she addressed the girl in a sultry, almost hypnotic tone. “Mmmm… that was very nice, sweetheart. Jessica must have really enjoyed fucking you, and I’m looking forward to sampling your delights myself. But right now, your new friend could use a spot of help.” She placed a hand on Millie’s thigh. “You see, when she and I had our fun a few weeks ago, I’m sorry to say that we never got round to licking each other. I think it would help Millie very much if you gave her a demonstration on how to go down on a woman. Would you do that for her? Perhaps if you did it to Jess, and we let Millie watch… yes, I think that would be best.”

“Yeah, sure, that — that sounds good.” Sally was thrilled at getting a chance to explore Jessica again, but didn’t want to be completely obvious about it.

“Well, I think it’s a marvelous idea,” Jessica declared, stretching out on the bed — legs spread, knees up, her cunt on full display. “Ready when you are, love.”

Sally got herself into position, prostrating herself before Jess as if in worship. The blissful expression she wore only added to the illusion.

“Millie, why don’t you sit here and watch with me?” Rachel murmured. “Once Jess has had hers, then it will be your turn.” Placing two pillows upright against the headboard, she sat back against them, then patted the bed, gesturing for Millie to nestle between her legs. As the others looked on, the slim teen complied, leaning back into Rachel, who wrapped both arms around her — one on the waist, just below her small but perfectly formed breasts, the other resting along the girl’s thigh.

Sally turned back to Jessica — but the woman was now sitting up, tapping a finger against her teeth.

“Actually, let’s do this a different way, Sally,” Jess said after a moment’s reflection. Getting up on her knees, she continued. “I think Millie will get a better view of what you’re doing if you lie on your back instead. I’ll straddle your face, and you can lick me from below.”

Sally quickly stretched out, her head close to the edge of the bed. As she lay looking up at Jess, the redhead carefully straddled her, edging forward until her cunt was positioned directly over Sally’s mouth, then spread her labia open with two fingers to expose the glistening pink interior of the vagina.

The supine girl stared hungrily at the juicy flesh, wet and waiting for the caress of her tongue. Lifting her head, Sally reached up to clutch the back of Jessica’s nylon-encased thighs with both hands, giving the girl the leverage she needed. Parting her lips, she moved in for the kill.

Her first lick was a slow one, allowing Sally to fully savour the sharp, tangy taste of the only vagina she’d ever sampled, other than her own. The flavour triggered happy memories of their first time together, and she found herself licking harder, deeper, determined not to lose a drop of Jessica’s essence..

Millie was mesmerised by the spectacle of women making love, so different from her own brief experience with Rachel — yet with the same warmth and intimacy she remembered from that night. Despite her age, she hadn’t been exposed to much porn; certainly, she’d never watched anything involving lesbians. Why would she? She’d never given much thought to girls having sex with other girls, despite seeing the odd kiss between women on TV.

But since that evening with Rachel, her thoughts had returned again and again to the possibility that she might be gay. The idea unnerved her, true enough — but at the same time, she was taking a lot more notice of other girls at school, even longing for Rachel to ask her to babysit again.

Now she was naked and in bed with three other women, watching two of them fuck. Her body was on fire, the heat mounting with each passing second. Almost forgetting that Rachel was seated behind her, Millie was quickly reminded of that fact when she felt the sexy older woman nuzzling her neck and ears, along with the moist, sticky contact of their skin as her temperature continued to rise. She fought to stay focused on the lurid scene playing out before her. Sally was still licking Jessica, the girl’s tongue trailing through the dripping cleft over and over again.

But when Rachel cupped one of her breasts, Millie lost that visual contact, briefly closing her eyes. Then she felt Rachel’s other hand, burrowing between her legs. A finger teased her clitoris, slowly traced the crease of the vagina downward. Suddenly that finger hooked upwards into Millie’s cunt, forcing the startled teen back against Rachel’s breasts.

Gently grasping Millie’s chin, Rachel turned the girl round, guiding their mouths together in a lust-filled kiss. From the corner of her eye, she saw Jess reach down to knead Sally’s breasts. Even flat on her back, those tits are amazing, Rachel mused, longing to get her own hands on them. She broke away from the kiss, briefly taking Millie’s lower lip between her teeth to give it a playful bite.

Now Jessica was toying with Sally’s nipple, rolling it between thumb and index finger, giving it a tug, then repeating the act on the other breast. She felt, rather than heard, a low moan from Sally.

Millie had returned to the sex show, her attention riveted to Jess as she rode Sally’s tongue. In the meantime, Rachel continued to pleasure her, fondling both breasts with one hand while the other remained tucked between Millie’s thighs, two fingers teasing her clitoris.

As they continued to watch, Jess leaned forward, grasping the headboard to support herself as she reached between her pupil’s legs, which Sally spread further apart as she felt the woman’s hand sliding down her belly. Her cunt was amply lubricated, so Jessica could easily plunge a finger into the creamy tunnel, then immediately add another.

She went to work, alternating between pumping her fingers in and out of the girl’s vagina and flicking at the clit with her thumb. As Sally’s nectar began to flow copiously, oozing down to her anus, Jess quickly used the warm, thick fluid to coat her ring finger, which she placed against the moaning teen’s nether hole before pushing it inside.

Millie watched, fascinated by the sheer lewdness of the act as she saw Jessica’s finger wriggle deeper into Sally’s rectum. The grinning redhead had one more card to play, though. Lowering herself until she was stretched out on top of Sally, only reversed, Jess pressed her mouth into the buxom blonde’s cunt. She lapped, kissed and sucked the sodden flesh, pulling the clitoris between her lips while finger-fucking both the teen’s holes. Sally writhed and bucked beneath her, still licking Jessica’s shaved slit as best she could.

Millie was now squirming against Rachel, who had maintained enough control to keep the girl’s climax bubbling under the surface. She ceased the movement of her tormenting fingers and, her lips brushing Millie’s ear, whispered, “Would you like to lick Sally’s cunt?”

The wide-eyed girl twisted round to peer at Rachel. Chewing at her lower lip, she managed a nod.

Rachel shook her head. “Tell me. Say the words.”

Millie turned to glance at Jess and Sally, both caught up in their frenzied sixty-nine, then looked back at the older woman whose arms encircled her body. Her voice barely audible, Millie spoke. “I want to…”

“You want to… what?”

This time Millie managed to say it, but louder than she intended to. “I want to lick Sally’s cunt!”

At the sound of Millie’s voice, Jess looked up — first into her lover’s eyes, then at Millie, who shivered when she saw how the redhead’s perfectly applied lipstick had been smeared around her mouth, melted in the bubbling volcano of Sally’s pussy.

Rachel smiled. “So you shall, love.” She released Millie from her embrace.

A smiling Jess beckoned for the girl to approach; then as Millie edged forward, bracing herself to take her first plunge into cunnilingus, Jess displayed the fingers that had been stirring Sally’s pot, offering them to Millie. Fixed upon that outstretched hand, now coated down to the knuckles with wetness, the teen drew forward, lips parting — but before she could take those glistening fingers into her mouth, Jess took them away, shaking her head. “Wait for it… “ she murmured.

Millie straightened, studying Jessica’s expression, and did just as the woman asked: she waited.

“Good girl,” Jess said. She reached out, painting the mouth of the motionless blonde with Sally’s fluids. Finally withdrawing her hand, she appraised Millie’s face as if it was a work of art, then nodded. “There. Now you can taste her.”

Millie took a calming breath, her tongue emerging to sample the essence of female sex that adorned her lips and chin. She moaned as the flavour made itself known, her eyes drifting shut as she enjoyed it.

Reaching down from her perch atop Sally’s busy mouth, Jess spread the girl’s cunt open as if putting it on display, revealing the inflamed clitoris. Her eyes met Millie’s. All for you, she seemed to say. I just gave you a taste… lovely, wasn’t it? Now, try it straight from the pot.

The teen drew closer, breathing in the rich aroma of pussy that perfumed the air, that made her mouth water in anticipation. Lowering herself between Sally’s spread legs, parted her lips, extended her tongue, and took one long, slow lick — then another. With a helpless whimper, Millie covered the shaved slit with her mouth, sucking at it as if she meant to drain her lover dry.

I’m doing it! she told herself, giddy with glee. I’m goin’ down on a girl, and it’s fuckin’ awesome! It was, too. Millie hadn’t known what to expect from the experience, but now knew that she loved eating pussy, loved it!

Copying Jess, she eased a finger into Sally’s juicy hole, thankful that she’d trimmed her nails the day before. Don’t wanna scratch the inside of this pretty pussy. It entered the girl so easily that Millie quickly elected to add another. That accomplished, she began to fuck Sally, pumping her fingers in and out at a steady tempo, then got back to licking the shapely blonde. As she grew more confident, Millie varied her oral technique, just like she’d seen Jessica do — licking and sucking the girl’s slit, dipping her tongue inside, nibbling at the prominent labia, nursing at the clitoris to make her partner’s body jerk and twitch. It’s like she’s a guitar, and I’m playin’ her. Makin’ some pretty music, too.

Jess, her attention returned once more to riding Sally’s mouth, shifted forward to offer her anus to the girl, hoping she’d take the hint, Sally complied without hesitation, and a long, low moan escaped Jessica’s lips as the pretty blonde began to rim her. Opening her eyes, saw Rachel caught up in self-pleasure, mauling her cunt as she watched the mini-orgy taking place a couple of feet away.

It was an amazing experience, seeing her lover getting down and dirty with two succulent teenage girls. This worked out even better than I hoped, Rachel thought, and the afternoon’s still young. What’ll we get up to next?

Suddenly feeling the urge to participate, Rachel got up on all fours, positioned herself behind Millie and bent to nuzzle the girl’s raised bum, then began to lick her pussy, tenderly at first. But this restraint soon gave way, and she attacked the sweet little peach with gusto, the sticky fluids coating her mouth and chin as if she was really feasting on a piece of fruit.

Beneath the onslaught, Sally was barely able to tell which she liked best — feeling the hot, busy mouth between her legs, or the joy she took in servicing Jessica’s holes. Millie’s first attempt at giving oral was clumsy, but the girl’s eagerness more than made up for that. Sally felt a jolt of pleasure every time Millie’s tongue or lips teased her clitoris, each jolt inching her closer to the brink of ecstasy.

The sight of Millie’s anus seemed to beckon Rachel, and she was quick to heed the call, licking a pathway up to the crack of the girl’s arse. Stiffening her tongue, she probed at the taut rosebud.

Millie gasped into Sally’s pussy, shocked at the very idea of being licked back there, a place she’d never considered as a source of erotic delight. She couldn’t deny that it felt lovely, though. Then she felt Rachel’s finger ease its way into her vagina, and her head swam. She began to rock forward and back, driven by the act of licking and the things Rachel was doing to her.

Millie’s movements made it difficult for Rachel to maintain contact between her tongue and the girl’s nether hole, so she raised her head. Twisting her hand around, she placed the tip of her thumb against Millie’s anus — her index finger still lodged in the slender blonde’s cunt — and pressed into the taut pucker until she penetrated the rectum. Millie cried out, her voice muffled by Sally’s mons.

Jess had been fighting to delay her climax, but when she made eye contact with Rachel at the same instant that Sally’s tongue brushed her clit, the dam burst, and a mighty wave of rapture enveloped her.  Releasing what felt like a torrent of nectar into Sally’s mouth, she pitched forward onto her hands on either side of the blonde, bringing her face to within inches of Millie. Jess struggled to focus through the heart-stopping rush of her orgasm, feeling a sudden urge to watch the short-haired teen up close as she ate Sally’s cunt.

Millie failed to notice Jessica’s nearness at first, too caught up in the thrill of sex. She was going down on Sally like a woman possessed, the raw need she felt overwhelming any sense of finesse. It was clear that Sally was very close to coming, too — the girl’s legs were quivering almost violently, and her muffled moans were getting louder. Okay, then. If she’s about to get off, I’m gonna really make her feel it. Homing in on the inflamed clit, Millie took it between her lips to suck.

That was the final nudge that sent Sally over the precipice, her body immediately seizing up. She bucked violently, dislodging Millie’s mouth from its work. But Millie, determined to make her partner’s orgasm a real banger, was quick to respond. Thrusting her free hand between Sally’s legs, she managed to find the clitoral nub with her fingers, manipulating it as best she could. Meanwhile, her fingers were still sheathed in the Sally’s pussy, so Millie began to thrust them in and out, fucking the girl harder and faster than before.

True, her efforts were clumsy — she was still a complete novice at this, after all! — but thankfully, they seemed to be paying off. Jess had dismounted Sally’s face in the aftermath of her own orgasm, and the dazed, disbelieving expression that the panting teen wore only confirmed the sheer bliss she was experiencing. Her eyes were glazed, her mouth slack, hands balled into tight fists. Finally, unable to take any more but unable to speak, Sally wrenched herself away and slowly rolled onto her side, still gasping for air.

Feeling short of breath herself, Millie slowly raised her head to see Jessica’s face just inches away. The young blonde was wide-eyed with wonder, surprised by what she’d just done and the reaction it had caused — and all but overwhelmed with her own rising pleasure, since Rachel was still trailing her tongue through the crack of Millie’s bum.

Gazing at the flushed teen, Jess was quick to note the evidence of wet pussy that adorned Millie’s lips, cheeks and chin. She reached out to guide the girl’s face to hers, claiming her mouth in a lover’s kiss, purring with pleasure at the familiar taste of Sally’s essence.

Rachel watched them kiss, deciding that the time was right to bring Millie off. She’d been centering her attention on the girl’s anus for the time being, not wanting her to come until Sally was done. Now it’s time for our Millie to get a treat. Seeking and finding the young blonde’s clit, she carefully took it between finger and thumb, then gave it a tweak.

Millie burst into climax on the spot, shaking violently as feelings of euphoria suffused her body with an intensity she’d never come close to achieving with her own fingers. “Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God,” she babbled, her head resting on Jessica’s shoulder.

Carrying the teen through the arc of her orgasm, Rachel finally withdrew when she sensed that Millie had had enough. Sure enough, Millie had just enough strength to crawl toward an unoccupied space on the bed, then she collapsed there, lying within arm’s reach of Sally.

Rachel looked down at the exhausted teen, tiny twitches still punctuating her deep breaths. Somehow, she seemed lovelier than ever. Reaching down to her vulva, Rachel masturbated for a few seconds. Despite being desperate to come herself, she was unable to resist the sight of Millie’s sodden cunt. After all this, I’ve still not had a good taste of her. Moving to prostrate herself before the girl, she studied the moist slit, now mere inches from her lips. She let her eyes drift shut, then closed the distance to take her first luscious lick. Mindful of the momentous orgasm the girl had just experienced, she took care to be gentle, soothing Millie rather than stimulating her. Mmmm, divine. 

On the opposite side of the bed, Jess stood up to take a long, luxurious stretch, then looked down at Sally, a satisfied smile on her lips. The gorgeous blonde’s long hair was draped over the side of the bed and touching the floor, her face glazed with sweat and pussy.

As her breathing returned to something close to normal, Sally opened her eyes to see Jess standing above her. She tilted her head a little for a glimpse of the redhead’s quim, then at the rivulets of fluid that coated the inside of those creamy thighs. As her gaze travelled upward to meet Jessica’s, the woman bent down to kiss her deeply but briefly before pulling away.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” Jess said. “That was wonderful. I’ve a feeling that you and Millie are going to be very happy together.”

Hearing Jess speak, Rachel took one last lick of Millie’s pussy, then rose on unsteady legs. She leaned over to kiss the winded blonde. Millie responded but remained flat on her back, still too overcome to move.

Her face inches from the girl’s, Rachel said, “So, love, did you enjoy that?”

Gathering just enough energy to respond, Millie breathed. “It was… unbelievable. Sex with girls… wow, it’s even better than I thought. Miles better!” Rolling sideways, she turned to Sally, their eyes meeting. “I really, really like doing stuff with you, Sally. So, um, how was I? Did I do an okay job?”

Moving closer, Sally draped her arm over Millie, beaming at the smaller girl. “Oh, yes… you were way better than okay.” She paused, her expression suddenly bashful. “So, Millie — would you like to be my girlfriend?”

Millie threw both arms around Sally and hugged her tightly. “Yes, please!” They held each other for a long, lovely moment, then came together in a tender kiss.

“Well, I must say that for your first time, you did very well indeed — both of you.”

Everyone turned at the sound of Rachel’s voice. She was standing coquettishly with one hand on her hip, the other holding up an assortment of leather straps, from which dangled a bright fluorescent pink penis adorned with ridges.

“However,” she continued, “before this party goes any further, I think it’s about time someone sorted me out. I’ve not come yet, after all. Anyone here in the mood to fuck me with this?”

Sally’s hand shot up.

On to Chapter Twenty-Nine!