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Three Girls in a Tent

  • Posted on October 29, 2015 at 11:22 am

By cs.unwin

 

The July sun soars high over the northern sky and beats down relentlessly on the wide sandy beach that anchors Canandaigua Lake at its southern end. The sand at midday is too hot to walk on barefoot. With the exception of a lone fisherman and a few boys playing in the water, those who are here on vacation have sought the cool of their cottages, shaded by tall pine trees towering over their expensive summer homes.

Margot and Kylie are inside a screened porch in Margot’s family cottage, packing. They are preparing what they need for a camping trip they’ve planned for that evening. They call it a camping trip, although anywhere else it would be considered a ‘backyard sleepover’. But because their cottage’s backyard consists of dense brush and a seldom used outhouse, their plan is to pitch their tent a couple of hundred yards up the beach, on a vacant cottage lot.

“You aren’t really going to bring your iPad, are you, Kylie? You won’t be able to recharge it there, and there’s no wifi signal anyway,” Margot said to her friend.

Margot is slim with dark brown shoulder-length hair and flashing black eyes. Puberty has come late to the 12-year-old, possibly as a result of her childhood dedication to ballet and gymnastics, both now a thing of the past. Her figure is still well-muscled and she has very little fat on her body, certainly none in her breasts, which to her is a huge disappointment.

“So what are we going to do there all night?” Kylie replies. “It’s going to be an even bigger snooze than staying here.”

Kylie is Margot’s best friend from school in Rochester and is staying at the cottage for two weeks. She is the same age as Margot, but taller than her friend and has thick blonde hair and coarser features, possibly a legacy of her Scottish/Irish ancestry. Kylie misses TV, the web, and hanging out at the mall. There aren’t any malls in Canandaigua, only a general store, and Margot’s cottage has no cable or Internet. Margot would rather be in the city too, but she has never had a choice in the matter and is used to it. She has spent each and every summer at the cottage for as long as she can remember.

“We’re going to build a campfire and roast marshmallows and stay up all night. It’s going to be fun. Stop bitching and finish your packing,” Margot orders, fed up with her friend’s constant complaining.

By the time they are ready to go, the sun is halfway down to the horizon and the sand has cooled enough to walk on. Margot’s parents help the two girls carry their gear the short distance along the beach to their campsite. Her father stays long enough to help put up their tent among some low bushes between the beach and the pines, and helps gather wood for their campfire. He checks to make sure everything is in order, then bids them goodnight and heads back down the beach to the cottage.

From their campsite, the girls can see anyone walking along the beach. It’s a weeknight, though, and they have chosen to camp away from most of the other dwellings, so only a couple of joggers and a neighbor walking his dog pass their way. No one even notices them because their site is partly concealed by bushes.

The sun begins to go down over the lake in an even more spectacular sunset than usual. The girls put on sweaters in preparation for the cooler night air, and Margot lights the campfire. She does it quickly and efficiently; her father has taught her well.

It’s nearly dark. Margot is watching the fire, waiting for it to burn down so they can start roasting marshmallows when she feels a hand on her arm. Kylie sits behind her, wraps her legs around her waist, and pulls her tight. Margot can feel Kylie’s small supple breasts pressing against her back, and her friend’s soft lips kissing the nape of her neck under her hair.

“You want to cook marshmallows or mess around a little first?” Kylie whispers in her ear.

Margot leans back and sighs contentedly. She has expected this, as Kylie is always the more sexually assertive of the two. It was Kylie who showed Margot how to masturbate soon after she arrived at the cottage that summer, and it was Kylie who then persuaded her that they should masturbate each other. The girls had spent many quiet hours kissing while they stroked each other’s hairless slits, though Margot had never yet reached the ecstatic peaks Kylie had enjoyed.

She doesn’t reply now, just moans softly because Kylie’s hands have found her small nipples, stroking them with her thumbs and forefingers. Margot’s nipples have become so sensitive recently she wonders if it means she soon will get her first period. Kylie’s fingers are making her nipples ache with desire. She feels a tingling between her legs too, and can tell her clit is getting stiff because the tip presses against her undies.

Margot senses she is starting to get very wet as Kylie’s hand pushes inside the waistband of her sweatpants. Her slit is still as bald as her bottom, while Kylie has a little patch of curly blonde hair at the top of her slit, like the dot on an upside down exclamation mark. Kylie’s fingers slip over Margot’s erect clit, and into the moist, fleshy folds between her plump labia.

“Hey, kids, can I join your campfire?” a feminine voice calls out from the darkness.

The girls give a high-pitched shriek of surprise, and Kylie’s hands fly out from underneath Margot’s clothing as if she had touched a hot skillet. The voice materializes into a teenager with dark blonde dreadlocks, wearing a hippy-style Indian-print cotton dress. The girl has a large, almost Roman nose, and very white teeth contrasting her deep tan. She wears a gold barbell piercing an eyebrow.

“Oh my god, you scared us, Ally! What the fuck did you do that for?” Margot nearly shouts at the newcomer.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you guys, or interrupt your love nest. Aren’t you going to introduce me to your little girlfriend, Margot?”

“Yeah, I guess. Um, Kylie, this is my cousin Ally. Well, sort of cousin I suppose, her dad is my mom’s first cousin or something. I told you everyone is related around here.”

“Hi, Ally. Cool piercing!” says Kylie, who is easily impressed and thinks the newcomer looks amazing.

Ally parks herself in front of the fire, sitting cross-legged on the sand, yoga style. She and Margot haven’t seen each other for a couple of years, and they catch up for a while on what they’ve been doing, sharing news of different family members. Margot and Kylie deliberately sit apart from each other, embarrassed by what the new arrival may have seen them doing.

After they run out of family news, Ally reaches into her dreadlocks and takes a joint out from behind her ear. “Want to get high?” she asks.

Without waiting for a reply, Ally pulls a stick of wood from the fire, lights the joint with its embers, takes a deep hit, then passes it to Margot. Her cousin takes a few shallow puffs before passing it to Kylie, who acts as if she has been smoking for years. It’s not very strong weed, but all three girls get a decent buzz, and sit for a time in silence, staring at the fire. Above them in the dark, clear, northern sky, thousands of stars twinkle brightly.

Ally is the first to break the silence. She says, “I have to pee.” Getting up and brushing the sand off her skirt, she moves over to some bushes a few feet from the fire, close enough that she is still visible in the light of the flames.

Facing the two younger girls, Ally lifts up her skirt and bunches it around her waist. She isn’t wearing any panties. The girls can clearly see the flaps of her labia which hang down from her hairy unshaven bush as she squats. A thick stream of pee gushes into the sand, where it is quickly soaked up.

After giving her bottom a couple of shakes, Ally returns to the fire. Sitting cross-legged again, she lets her skirt settle above her knees. Her hairy cunt is slightly visible in the light of the fire, as are the tufts of fine dark hair covering her legs.

Ally is neither lesbian nor heterosexual. She has spent the last winter living in an ashram in India where she was taught to meditate and to do yoga, and also explored her own sensuality. In India, Ally learned that if it feels good and doesn’t hurt another human being, then she should simply do it. Seeing the blonde girl with her hand down her cousin’s pants when she arrived, obviously stroking her young gash, had made her horny, and when Ally is horny she usually does something about it. She has few inhibitions or restraints.

Spotting an open packet of marshmallows, Ally pulls one out. These aren’t the normal square marshmallows often found at campfires, they are special marshmallow sticks about eight inches long, made by twisting two colors of marshmallow together in a wand.

“Help me eat this Kylie,” Ally says, offering one end of the stick to the girl, who opens her mouth to accept it.

Ally puts the other end in her own mouth, and slowly begins to chew towards Kylie’s lips. Kylie, slightly high, catches on and mirrors Ally’s actions. When their lips meet, Ally pushes her tongue into Kylie’s mouth, searching for any remains of the unswallowed sweet. Margot watches as the eating turns into french-kissing.

“I want to try that,” Margot says to Ally, who breaks off from Kylie, takes another marshmallow stick, and repeats the game with her cousin.

Only this time, instead of french-kissing, Ally licks Margot’s face, first smearing it with sticky marshmallow saliva, and then licking off the sweet syrup. While licking Margot’s face, Ally puts her arms around the girl and pulls her close enough that Margot can feel Ally’s boobs pressing against her chest. It’s obvious to Margot that Ally has nothing on under her dress.

“Let’s take this party into the tent,” Ally says. “We can get really cozy in there.”

The girls squeeze into the tent, which is a new pop-up model designed to sleep two adults. Inside there is enough room for all three to be quite comfortable. Margot turns on a small battery-powered lamp, then closes the zipper on the tent flap. She is very conscious of Ally’s smell, a strong mix of oil of patchouli and sweat; it’s not unpleasant, she thinks. Although the night is cool, the heat of their three bodies quickly warms the inside of the tent.

Ally lies down on a pair of sleeping bags which have been zipped together and languidly stretches out into some yoga type poses. Then, without warning, she removes all her clothes. Her skin is colored deep brown by the sun, and there are no tan lines anywhere on her body. Her breasts are like lemons, not large and slightly sagging, but with big brown nipples.

“It feels so good to be naked. In India, I used to do yoga and meditate nude all the time. Here, I’ll show you a couple of poses I learned.”

She begins with a classic yoga position, legs crossed and ankles on top of each knee. The pose opens her legs wide, and even in the dim light of the tent, the younger girls can see a flash of pink under the nest of curly hair between her legs.

Ally loves being naked and is a natural exhibitionist. She easily moves into another pose, this time opening her legs wide and touching her forehead to each knee in turn. She follows this by lying on her back and pushing up with her hands and feet into an arc.

“I love yoga,” she says, in a soft, flat, stoned voice. “I love it because my body feels so aware. Sometimes it makes me really horny,” she says, as she moves into her next pose in which she lies flat on her back and locks her ankles behind her head.

Ally’s sex is wide open now, the heavy flaps of her labia parted to reveal the pink bits inside. Her puckered anus is also clearly visible, covered as it is with tufts of dark hair. Using both hands, she strokes her exposed sex, one hand rubbing her clitoris and the other toying with her wrinkled flaps.

“I love to touch myself,” Ally says, fingers exploring the inner surface of her wide open cunt. “I can already feel how wet I’m getting.”

Margot and Kylie are frozen on the spot, their eyes riveted to the sight of this girl much older than they, whom they admire, naked and playing with herself. The two are high but self-conscious, horny but unsure what to do next. Sensing their discomfort and wanting to put them at ease, Ally brings her legs from behind her head and resumes her cross-legged position.

“Why don’t you try it,” she says in her languid, husky voice. “Take off your clothes and I’ll show you some naked yoga exercises. Come on, I dare you, who’s going to be first? How about you, Kylie?” she says as she leans over and begins to tug at Kylie’s clothes.

Ally has chosen well — Kylie is the more adventurous of the two. She quickly lifts her sweater and t-shirt over her head, revealing budding little breasts with pink puffy nipples. But when she tries to pull off her pants inside the small tent, she falls over and lands on top of Ally, giggling.

As Ally helps the girl shed her jeans and undies, her hands linger on Kylie’s shapely bottom. Then she eases her into the standard meditation position, helping the 12-year-old cross her legs. Kylie’s back is straight, her buds point outward, and she tries to pull in the small band of baby fat around her belly. Ally’s hands are all over her, guiding her, and stroking her gently.

Margot watches all this carefully. She has seen her friend naked before, of course, but here in the faint glow of the lamp, she looks different, even more appealing. Her eyes are drawn to the delicate fold between her legs crested by a small tuft of curly blonde hair.

“Try this,” Ally instructs, “it’s called the Flying Raven.” She untangles Kylie’s legs and pulls them apart as far as she is able. With one hand on Kylie’s chest and the other on her lower back, she says, “Lean your head back as far as you can.”

The nude young girl follows her instructions, long thick blonde hair cascading down her back as she holds the position with some difficulty.

“Do you feel good and tingly now?” Ally asks.

“Yeah, I guess, but also kind of stiff and painful,” Kylie replies.

Ally grins, showing straight white teeth, and says, “Great. So now I’m gonna do something that’ll make you feel really good.”

With her hand placed firmly on Kylie’s chest, Ally pushes her down so her back is flat on the floor of the tent. She slips one hand behind each of her calves and raises them until her legs are up and over her head. Kylie’s legs are spread, her young cunt wide open, pink and moist in the dim light.

“Hold on to your ankles, Kylie,” Ally says as she moves around to crouch in front of the girl, bending down and placing a soft kiss on Kylie’s belly. Her hands gently slide up and down the backs of Kylie’s thighs, each stroke bringing them closer to the folds of her sex which are parted, open, beckoning. Kylie holds her breath in anticipation of being touched.

Ally kneels between Kylie’s legs, soft kisses moving lower now, across her tummy and on to her mons. Her lips gather up the small patch of hair while her fingers slide up and down the young girl’s smooth hairless labia.

Margot is mesmerized by the sight and can’t take her eyes off Kylie’s open cunt. She feels a strong tingle between her legs and knows she is getting wet and squishy down there. Although naturally shy, Margot doesn’t want to be left out, so she decides to shed her own clothes. It’s a bold move for her, but she can’t just watch her cousin groping her girlfriend without attempting to join in.

Ally is too busy beginning to lick pussy to notice what Margot is doing, but Kylie sees her friend taking off her clothes, and feels a slight twinge of guilt. Kylie’s nervous system is on edge, her lower body tingling with the feel of Ally’s tongue between her legs. At some level, Kylie realizes that Margot wishes she were the one kissing her slit, but now she is beyond caring. She is overwhelmed by the smell of patchouli oil, sweat, and weed that permeates the confines of the tent, combined with the aroma of her own sexual arousal. She closes her eyes and concentrates on that hot wet tongue circling her clitoris.

Margot, now naked and beginning to perspire in the close air which has become heated by their bodies, has lost her inhibitions along with her clothing. The 12-year-old puts her hand between her legs, feeling the slippery wetness on her hairless lips. As her palm slides over her swollen clitoris, she shudders with a pulsing throb in her center. She’s only a couple of feet away from Ally’s head, and clearly sees every detail of her friend’s wide open pussy and her cousin’s wet tongue circling Kylie’s clit. Margot watches Ally crook her finger slightly, preparing it to gain entrance to Kylie’s young vagina.

Kneeling as she is, Ally’s boobs hang down, and to Margot they look larger and very appealing. Margot is struck with an overwhelming desire to touch the plump orbs. She kneels beside Ally, placing one hand on her back, which is slick with a fine sheen of sweat, while her other hand encloses a soft breast. It’s the first full breast Margot has ever fondled — Kylie’s are so small they don’t really count. Ally’s boobs feel just like she had expected them to, but she is nevertheless thrilled at the texture, familiar in a way, but new and exciting as well. Ally’s nipple is erect and stiffens even further as the girl’s eager fingers explore the rounded tip.

Ally’s lips are occupied with the area around Kylie’s clit, and her finger has managed to penetrate the young girl’s tight vagina. It is plunging in and out of her wet little cunt. Pausing just a moment, Ally says, “Margot, go ahead and suck on my boobs. Please… suck them.”

Margot lies down on her back under her cousin, who lowers one dangling breast into her mouth. The young girl seizes a proffered nipple with her lips, sucking hard and delighting in the sensation of a mouth full of warm flesh. Her hands grasp both breasts and she squeezes them possessively. Margot feels her vagina and anus begin to throb, so she moves one hand to touch her pussy to give herself some relief. Her fingers slide across her smooth wet lips, and the tingling between her legs becomes more intense.

As she is rubbing her own pussy, Margot realizes her other hand can easily reach Ally’s crotch. She places her hand on the damp hairy triangle, and is thrilled at the feel of her soft but wiry pubic hair. Her fingers reach lower and discover the wet and rubbery surface of the teen’s thick labia.

“Oh yeah, Margot! Touch me. Use your fingers to fuck me, cuz!” Ally moans and swivels her hips to give the young girl better access.

Margot easily pushes two fingers into Ally’s moist hole while at the same time endeavoring to finger herself. When she and Kylie had masturbated each other, Margot had pushed a finger into Kylie’s vagina without much difficulty. But when her friend tried to do the same with her, the pain was too intense and she had to ask her to stop.

This time, when she tries to insert her own finger, she is extremely horny and wet and it slides right in. It feels so good that Margot abandons Ally’s hairy crotch and uses both her hands to pleasure herself, one hand rubbing her swollen clit and the other fingering her tight juicy vagina while she continues sucking her cousin’s boobs.

Margot discovers she gets so much additional stimulation from fingering her cunt that she is quickly reaching a peak of excitement. She adds to the intensity by pressing her hand firmly against her clit while forcing her finger as deeply inside herself as she can. The girl soon crosses the point of no return as her spasms of pleasure turn into a steady and incredibly powerful throbbing in her lower abdomen. She gasps, the wet nipple dropping from her mouth.

Ally stops licking Kylie to watch her cousin cum. She smiles as she sees the young girl pummeling her hairless pussy in the dim light, oblivious to everything but her self-induced pleasure. Kylie too sits up to watch, mesmerized by the sight of her friend’s frenzied masturbation.

As each deep throb gets stronger and stronger, Margot begins to feel sharp but wonderful contractions inside. She pants and moans loudly as the pleasure pushes her over the edge, then squeals with the delight of her very first real orgasm.

Eventually her panting subsides and Margot opens her eyes, smiling sheepishly at the two who are watching her so intently.

“Wow that was incredible!” she says as she sits up, her slim ballet-formed body covered with a film of sweat. “Open the tent so we can let in some fresh air.”

“Yes,” Ally agrees, opening the tent flap. “It really smells of cunt in here,” she adds with a laugh, before staggering outside.

Their campfire has died down to glowing embers. Ally stands on the sand and lets the cool air dry the sweat from her nude body. Kylie and Margot follow her out, also naked. Their bodies are visible to each other in the faint light of the burning coals.

“I have to pee,” Kylie says as she edges toward the bushes.

She squats, resting her hands on her knees, her hairless young slit perched a few inches above the sand. The silence of the night is broken by a hissing gurgle as her thick stream pours out on the ground.

“Wow!” Ally exclaims. “I love watching you pee. It looks so naughty and natural at the same time. And your pussy is so pretty, Kylie. Margot, do you need to go? I’d love to watch you pee.”

Margot squats nearer the fire, her hairless young pussy clearly visible to the other two girls. Her cunt is still tingling from the orgasm she just experienced, and even though her bladder is full, her pee won’t come out easily.

Ally and Kylie watch in anticipation. After a few moments, Margot succeeds in pushing out a small squirt, then pauses, and follows up with another, and another.

Kylie kneels in front of the smaller girl, placing her open hand between her legs. A spurt of hot urine covers her palm which is pressed against the smooth open vulva.

Margot puts her arm around her friend’s neck and kisses her lips. “That feels so nasty, Kylie, but I love it,” she says. “I love it when you touch my pussy.”

Ally, meanwhile, has gone into the tent and fetched the sleeping bags. She places them behind Margot and eases the girl from a squatting position to lie on her back.

“Come and lie next to Margot,” Ally says to Kylie. “I want to fuck both of you at the same time.”

Ally places herself between the two pre-teens, now lying on their backs under the stars, naked. Her hands slide between their open legs and she starts rubbing their cunts. Ally is able to push her fingers deep inside their juicy holes while rubbing their clits with her thumb and sometimes licking the girls. Her own pussy straddles her cousin’s thigh, and she slides herself up and down on the soft skin to increase her pleasure.

As her lust increases, Ally’s fingers begin to fly in and out of the girls’ slick cunts. The stillness of the night is broken by the wet sucking noises of fingers stabbing well-lubricated vaginas, and the excited moans of three girls nearing the peak of arousal. Both Margot and Kylie reach down to rub their own clits as they lie side by side and kiss each other.

They orgasm one after another almost as if synchronized, first Kylie, then Margot, then Ally, humping her cousin’s leg.

When they finish, Ally offer the girls her fingers to lick, alternating hands so each may taste the other’s cum as well as her own, and then she lies between them. They rest for a while as the cool air dries the sweat off their bodies.

“I’m getting cold and tired,” Margot says after a time. “Let’s get back in the tent and go to sleep. Are you going to stay with us, cousin?”

“Absolutely,” Ally replies. “This party isn’t over yet!”

Back inside the tent, they close the flap against the cold night air and bury themselves inside the combined sleeping bags.

“What are we going to do now?” Kylie says, stifling a yawn.

It has been an eventful evening for Margot and Kylie — they had gotten high and had their pussies licked for the first time — a big day for any 12-year-old girl! The three snuggle up together, naked bodies keeping each other warm.

Tired though they are, they still manage to stay awake until well past midnight. Ally describes to them in detail what it had been like for her in India, and the two young girls are very curious about the body hair under her arms, on her legs, and covering her pussy. This talk leads to another round of fondling and stroking each other. Eventually, worn out by the day’s exertions, they curl up in one another’s arms and fall asleep.

The next morning Margot’s mother wakes up early, deciding to walk up the beach and check on the girls. She arrives to find their campsite quiet, and no sign the kids are awake. She notices the tent flap is slightly open and quietly peeks inside.

The sight takes her breath away: three naked girls asleep, arms around each other. One girl, the older one, has her hand resting on Margot’s hairless slit. She immediately recognizes Ally and wonders how she came to join her daughter and her friend. She also notices her own nipples have stiffened, and feels a distinct tingling sensation between her legs.

Shame on you! she thinks to herself. They are just young girls, and one is your own daughter! She can’t help wondering, though, what they might have been doing in the tent the night before, and these thoughts arouse her even more as she continues gazing at the nude girls.

Soon, without a sound, the woman steps away and begins walking slowly back to their cottage. She believes her presence has gone unnoticed, but it hasn’t. Ally was awake, and was aware her aunt had been watching them and for how long — certainly much longer than she needed to confirm that they were safe and well.

Ally smiles to herself and files away that piece of information for later use. She snuggles up against Margot’s lithe young body and goes back to sleep.

Serendipity, Chapter 43

  • Posted on October 28, 2015 at 3:13 pm

By Naughty Mommy

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Veronica stepped into the bedroom. She smiled at Paige, who was holding the doorknob and gawking at her, probably surprised to see her there at all and even more surprised to see her naked. Stephanie came in behind Veronica, then Stacie, then Carol, and finally Eve, Paige’s mother. All five women were nude.

It suddenly occurred to Paige that she was staring open-mouthed, her chin practically on the floor. She’d seen women without their clothes on before, so that wasn’t such a big deal, but she really hadn’t expected this! What did it mean? One thing for sure, it had to mean they weren’t going to get in trouble, no matter what they’d done.

Eve took Paige’s hand, giving it a squeeze as she leaned down to kiss her cheek. Then she looked over at Gwen, who was sitting on the bed with Kelly on her lap. Both were naked and wide-eyed, just like Paige. Eve winked at Gwen.

“Hi, Mommy!” Jordan bounced onto her knees. “Guess what — I played Pony with Kelly!”

The twins sat up too, but more slowly and looking a bit confused. Although neither had been close to an orgasm yet, they had been deeply immersed in their first experience with oral sex and it was taking them a moment to reorient.

Stephanie went quickly to the bed and hugged her daughters, Holly and Hailey, taking one in each arm. Stacie stepped in that direction too, but before she could reach the bed Jordan launched herself through the air into a huge hug. Everyone laughed. Veronica sat down beside Kelly and gave her a big squeeze. Eve led Paige with her over to Gwen. The three hugged and kissed.

Carol stood back and admired the tableau: six beautiful young girls and four attractive women, in addition to her, all nude and all prepared for a lovely evening of incestuous lesbian love in the condo on the beach.

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Slowly lifting herself off of Fiona, Sheila got up from the sofa, then put a hand between her legs, stroking her clit. She’d been in a 69 with her 12-year-old daughter and had made the girl come, but Sheila had not reached climax herself. Fiona just wasn’t good enough at it yet, and perhaps she’d also been a bit overwhelmed by the eagerness with which her mom had been eating her. Sheila felt proud and happy, though, as she gazed at her adorable child, lying there naked, so very lovely, breathing heavily but with a look of contentment on her face, a gentle smile, her eyes closed, lips and cheeks still wet with her mother’s juices.

Sheila looked around at the others in the family room of her house. Her sister Bridget was sitting in an overstuffed chair, slumped down with her legs spread wide. Tina was kneeling in front of her, licking and finger-fucking her. Debby, Bridget’s little girl, was straddling the arms of the chair, facing her mother. Bridget had her hands on the 9-year-old’s small bottom and was pulling her pussy against her face, apparently kissing and licking her. Sheila wondered if Debby would be able to have an orgasm that way. She hoped she would.

At Sheila’s feet on the carpeted floor were Amanda and Bambi, both on their backs now, eyes closed, panting, recovering from the climaxes they’d just finished giving each other. She gazed at those little pussies for a moment as she rubbed herself. Jesus, they were so perfect — smooth and pink and hairless, shiny and wet, so goddamn tempting. Did she want them next, one or both of them?

Maybe, but then she saw Bambi’s mother, Angela, sitting up, wiping her chin, licking her lips, a smile on her face. The blonde had been eating Sheila’s older daughter, Erin, and had brought her to a screaming orgasm — perhaps even several in a row, the way it sounded. Sheila wasn’t certain, though, because at the time she’d had her own face buried in Fiona’s crotch.

Now Angela seemed to have another young girl in her sights. After crawling on all fours over to Amanda, Angela leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips. The child opened her eyes.

“Hello, sweetheart,” the woman whispered.

“Hi.”

“Is it all right if I… do something with you? Will you let me sit on your face, and come in your mouth?”

“Sure, okay,” Amanda grinned. “I like you.”

“I like you too, darling, very much.” Angela gave the girl another kiss, this one longer and with some tongue involved. Then she straddled the 10-year-old. She opened her labia with her fingers and lowered her cunt to the girl’s mouth. “You just hold out your tongue, and I’ll do the rest. I’m going to fuck your pretty face, little baby, and come all over you.”

“Okay,” Amanda giggled. She loved it when grownup ladies would talk to her that way. She stuck her tongue out, and her world became nothing more than a hot creamy pussy completely covering her.

Bambi sat up, smiling and looking around. Sheila made eye contact with her and knew immediately what she wanted to do next. It was obvious that Bambi was willing, more than willing.

“Lie back down,” Sheila instructed. Bambi happily complied, and Sheila climbed on top of her, taking Bambi’s head in her hands, pulling her mouth against her cunt.

Erin pushed herself up on an elbow to check out what was happening. She saw Angela with Amanda, and then she saw her mother, Sheila, sitting on Bambi’s face. Jesus, that was hot. Her mom was just amazing, so totally sexy. Erin hoped she would get a chance to lick her mother or finger her or do something with her that night.

But then she looked at Bambi, lying on her back, legs spread open. Oh my god, a 10-year-old girl. Could she really eat the pussy of a 10-year-old girl? Well, why not? This was an orgy, after all, with no rules except fucking and sucking and coming, no matter what, no matter who.

Erin crawled to Bambi, getting down between her slim young legs. For a moment she just looked at that little pussy, studied it, admired it, lusted after it. She reached a hand down to her own sex and fingered herself. Then she put her mouth over Bambi’s hairless slit and began licking her.

On the sofa, Fiona sat up, pushing damp hair away from her face. She still felt dazed, sweaty, heated, overwhelmed — and very aroused. It was unbelievable how hard her mom could make her come, almost knocking her out of this world, but she was finally starting to regain her senses.

Then she saw Angela looking at her. The tall blonde lady with the big boobs was sitting on top of a little girl — who is it? — oh, I think it must be Amanda. And now Angela is moving around on her knees, kind of taking Amanda with her, and now she’s here, Angela is right here, between my legs… her hands are on my thighs, squeezing, caressing, stroking, turning me on, touching me, kissing me, omigod she is sooo good at this! How does she do it? Her mouth is on my pussy, licking, sucking, her tongue so hot, so exciting, she’s just so good, so fucking good, already making me tingle inside, getting me close, so fast, how can it be??

Riding Bambi, fucking her face, too goddamn hot — Sheila was on the edge very quickly, not surprising, always easy for her, but, ooh, look at that — there’s a pussy, a little girl’s pussy, right in front of her there, just begging for Sheila’s tongue. It was — who the hell is it? — oh, it’s Tina’s kid, whatever her name is. Doesn’t matter, just eat the fucking pussy. Eat it, suck it, lick it, fuck it. Sheila bent down, covered the hairless pussy with her mouth, and started licking.

Bridget couldn’t wait much longer. She’d been hoping she could bring her daughter Debby to orgasm by licking her, but the little girl didn’t seem to be very close yet. Bridget certainly was, though. Maybe Tina wasn’t the best she’d ever had, not by a long shot, but that didn’t matter, not at all. The whole situation, moms and daughters having sex, it was just so incredibly exciting that it had Bridget right on the edge anyway and now she couldn’t hold back. She had to come.

Fiona started to come. No, it wasn’t possible — she’d barely finished under her mom, and now she was coming again? Omigod yes she was!! Angela was making her come in her mouth!!!

Riding Amanda’s face, fucking the little girl’s mouth, fucking her, fucking her, and at the same time eating a 12-year-old, eating Fiona’s pussy, feeling the girl start to come in her face, tasting her sweet juices — now Angela was ready to come too. She let go and exploded all over Amanda.

Somebody was licking Amanda. Somebody, she didn’t know who, was licking her, sucking her — it made her feel so good the way someone was licking her, really really good, but it was all happening so fast, so much sex all around her everywhere — and now all of a sudden Angela was coming in her mouth, gushing, so hot, so wet, so much of it, all over the place, soaking her face — and someone was sucking her, licking her, eating her, it was —— yes!!

Amanda came.

Sheila was ready. The second she realized that the girl, that other little blonde, was coming in her mouth, Sheila was ready. She let herself go and came on top of Bambi.

Erin kept licking and sucking. It was hard to believe. She was actually eating the pussy of a little girl. It tasted so good. She sucked her clit and tongue-fucked her tiny vagina and then, yes, it was happening. Bambi was coming in her mouth! Erin rubbed her own clit faster and faster as she smelled and tasted and swallowed Bambi’s juices. She was getting ready too, so close, almost there, almost there — oh my god, yes!! Erin made herself come.

Bridget heard the sounds. So many climaxes, all happening nearly at once, so many women and girls in the throes of passion. She couldn’t see any of them because she had Debby’s hot little pussy right in front of her face, but she could hear them, and she could also feel Tina’s finger pushing up inside her, pressing in deep, fucking her cunt, and she could feel the woman sucking her clit, and now — now!!

Bridget came.

—————

“Why don’t we… what do you think, shall we all go into the next bedroom, the third bedroom, where there are two beds we can share?” Carol proposed.

Everyone seemed to think that was a good idea. They wanted to stay together if possible. It was fun being in a big group like that, and even though it might be crowded with eleven women and girls in one room, it would be really exciting too.

Hailey said, “Mommy, you’re not mad, are you?”

“Mad about what?” Stephanie asked, picking the girl up. Veronica took Holly into her arms at the same time.

“I mean ‘cause me and Holly were doing sex stuff.”

“No, sweetie, of course I’m not mad.” Stephanie chuckled, giving Hailey a quick kiss on the lips.  She gave Holly a kiss as well. “I’m not mad at all. We’re all going to have a very good time together, doing whatever we want with each other. From now on, we’ll be closer than ever before.”

“Good,” Hailey smiled, giving her mother a big hug.

Carol led the way, with Tina beside her, carrying Jordan. Veronica took Kelly’s hand in hers and followed, holding Holly. Stephanie and Hailey were right behind. Eve and Gwen and Paige came last, arm in arm.

When they reached the bedroom, the moms put the little girls down. Now they had to decide how to begin.

—————

Tina was so happy! She had actually made Bridget come by licking her and fingering her. Angela had been right, of course. The thing was not to worry about how well you were doing it, but just simply do it, just make love, give in and do what feels good and let it happen naturally. But it was so incredibly exciting — this was the first time she’d ever brought a woman to orgasm that way, and now she certainly hoped it wouldn’t be the last. Tina wanted to do it again, if she could, as many times as possible.

As she drew her face away from the brunette’s juicy cunt, wiping her mouth, taking a deep breath, and then looking around the room, Tina giggled. It seemed very likely that she would have many more opportunities that night to try licking other women or teenagers or even little girls, and to have them lick her too. Only a few days ago, at their beginning of their San Diego vacation, she had been pitifully inexperienced, but now… well, she wasn’t anywhere close to being an expert lesbian lover yet, but at least she was making up for lost time.

—————

“Okay, so, first…” Stephanie began.

She was looking at the twins, her daughters. Holly and Hailey were kneeling side by side on one of the beds, nude, of course. She smiled as she gazed at them, at their smooth slender bodies, so beautiful, so innocent, and so fucking sexy. It was actually going to happen, all her erotic dreams becoming reality, her most forbidden desires finally fulfilled. Stephanie felt a thrill of arousal, a surge of lust — a deep shudder coursed through her as she imagined making love with them.

She licked her lips and then took a deep breath, slowly letting it out. Stay in control now, take your time, first things first.

“Um, yeah, first,” she repeated, “I saw when we came into the other room that you girls were doing stuff, and that’s fine. It’s perfectly fine. You can do whatever you want with each other, as long as nobody gets hurt, of course. But the thing is, if one of us, any of us, wants to do something with you and you don’t like it, or you’re afraid, or you’re just not sure about it, all you have to do is say so and we’ll stop, all right?”

She waited to see if they understood. Both girls nodded, heads bobbing in perfect unison.

Stephanie smiled again. “Now, we’ve all talked about this, me and Mom and Aunt Carol and Stacie, and Kelly too. And I’m pretty sure Eve and her daughters feel the same way. What I mean is, we all want to… to make love with you, to have sex with you. Do you understand? Do you know what that means?”

This time Hailey nodded first. “Like what I saw Aunt Carol and Stacie doing, right? Kissing and everything?”

“Yeah, and what we heard you and Mom doing in the motel,” Holly added. “That kind of stuff, right?”

Stephanie grinned at Veronica, who winked at her. Apparently the little girls had not been asleep in the bed next to theirs when they’d made love that night. Oh well, it certainly didn’t matter now. All the better, probably.

“Yes, what you heard us doing that night, and I guess what you saw Stacie and Carol doing too. That kind of stuff. That’s sex, and that’s what we want to do with you.”

Paige blinked. She wasn’t quite sure what she’d just heard. Did somebody say something about Carol and Stacie having sex? But they were mother and daughter, weren’t they? So when Jordan said she’d played that game with them, that Pony thing, I guess that wasn’t all. Apparently they were doing even more than that, the whole family. Wow!!

Eve already knew about that, of course, from the steamy conversation the women had shared earlier downstairs while they were masturbating. But now to imagine seeing it actually happen right in front of her, a little girl, only 7 years old, having sex with her mother, and with her grandmother too — oh my god, it was so hot. She slid a hand between her legs and began to play with herself as she listened.

“So, before we start, do you have any questions?” Stephanie said to the girls. “Anything you want to ask? Or anything you want to say to us?”

Hailey and Holly looked at each other for a moment, then back at their mother. They shook their heads identically.

“How about you, Kelly? Any questions or anything?” Stephanie asked.

“Uh-uh,” the teenager grinned. “I’m ready.”

“Me too,” said Carol. “Shit, no more talk, let’s fuck!”

The adults all laughed while some of the kids smiled a bit uneasily.

“Okay,” Stephanie chuckled, “only one more thing, and then I promise that’s all.”

She looked at the twins again. “Sometimes you’re going to hear some things, maybe some words like that, words that are usually considered bad or dirty, but when we’re doing this, when we’re having sex and getting excited, sometimes words like that will come out, and it’s okay. It’s not a bad thing at all. It just makes it more fun. You can talk that way too, if you want to. You can say ‘fuck’ or ‘pussy’ or any other words you want and it’s okay. No one will get mad at you. Only here, though, only when we’re in private, I mean, having sex. Nowhere else, all right?”

They agreed, and now it was all settled. The things that needed to be said had been said. It was time to really get started.

—————

After Bridget finished coming in Tina’s mouth, and Fiona in Angela’s mouth, and Angela in Amanda’s mouth, and Amanda in Sheila’s mouth, and Sheila in Bambi’s mouth, and Bambi in Erin’s mouth, and Erin brought herself to climax — after those seven more or less simultaneous orgasms took place, things calmed down, at least for a short while.

Everyone rested a minute or two in the family room at Sheila’s house, just sort of lounging around, nude, sweating, smiling, panting… with only a little bit of gentle touching… and then a few tender kisses… some soft moans, nipples getting hard, pussies starting to throb again, and okay, here we go!

During the next hour and a half, almost everyone had everyone else. There were brief lulls when some of the women or girls needed to take a breather at the same time, but it seemed that nearly always there would be someone eating a pussy or sucking a nipple or kissing a mouth or fingering a cunt. The smell of hot feminine arousal was everywhere, all around them, and the sounds of ecstatic climaxes were repeated again and again. Naked bodies mingled, warm skin on warm skin, legs and arms and tongues and mouths and hands and fingers, touching, reaching, probing, slippery with sweat, saliva, and pussy juice.

—————

“You wanna play Pony-Pony?” Jordan said to Kelly.

And that was how the orgy at the condo got underway. Kelly didn’t know how to play that game, so Jordan had to teach her. They made room and Kelly lay down on one of the beds. As the others watched, Jordan got on top of the girl she loved so much, carefully assumed the position, and then began to ride.

Jordan was so happy! Finally she could do whatever she wanted to do. Her mommy said it was okay! She could play these games with Kelly, and with Hailey and Holly, and with those other girls and all the ladies too. She would be allowed to play and play and play as much as she wanted.

Now Jordan closed her eyes and moved slowly on top of Kelly, waiting to get it just so, find the perfect spot, almost, ooh, almost, okay yeah right there, right there, that was it, and just ride the pony, ride the pony, ride the pony, sooooo nice…

Kelly could hardly believe it was really happening. Was she actually here, naked in a room with all these other women and girls, including both her moms and her little sisters, with all of them watching while she and Jordan had sex? Could it be? It really was!

That alone, simply the knowledge of what was occurring, might have been enough to bring her close to an orgasm. But then, as she closed her eyes and felt what Jordan was doing to her, somehow moving just exactly right, almost as if it was Kelly rubbing her own clit with her fingers, masturbating, only she wasn’t masturbating, it was Jordan’s pussy doing that to her — and oh my god it felt so amazingly good and she was getting so excited so fast. She put her hands over her breasts, holding them, squeezing gently, lightly pinching the sensitive nipples, and felt Jordan fucking her, a little girl fucking her, and yes Jesus she was almost ready to come,

Veronica eased over to Carol, taking her hand. “You taught her well,” she murmured in Carol’s ear.

“She’s a natural,” the older woman replied.

The sisters gazed at one another for a moment before sharing a soft kiss. Then, as they returned their attention to the unbelievably erotic display of underage lesbian sex taking place in front of them, they each placed a hand between the other’s legs. For the first time in their lives, Carol and Veronica began to masturbate one another.

Stephanie was sitting on the bed near Kelly, with Hailey on one side of her and Holly on the other, the girls pressed in close. All three were watching the action and becoming very aroused. Stephanie let her hands roam over her daughters’ bodies, caressing their soft skin, teasing their flat nipples, feeling them stiffen a little bit. She kissed the girls, kissed their cheeks, their necks, sometimes licking or nibbling and feeling them shiver in response. But none of them took their eyes off Kelly and Jordan.

Stacie was standing on the other side of her mother, Carol. She saw what Veronica was doing and what her mom was doing, sisters touching each other that way, and it really got her going. She parted her legs and pressed her crotch against her mother’s hip, humping her, at the same time taking Carol’s breast in her hand, leaning down to lick and suck the erect nipple. She heard her mother excitedly whisper, “Yes, yes…”

Gwen and Paige were at the foot of the bed, standing on either side of their mother, Eve, leaning close to her, each holding an arm. Neither of the girls were masturbating. They were both too intent on observing. But Eve was moving her fingers very fast between her legs. She loved to watch. Sometimes it seemed as though that turned her on more than anything else. Maybe not, but almost. Anyway, seeing a tiny child, this adorable little girl having sex with a young teenager — it was sizzling hot!

Continue on to Chapter 44

I told my daughter

  • Posted on October 27, 2015 at 3:25 pm

So, the other night I told my daughter about the sexy stories at Juicy Secrets. I wondered how she might react when she read them.

And, well, see for yourself…

 

The Secret Society of the Pussycats Club, Chapter 11

  • Posted on October 26, 2015 at 12:56 pm

By Cheryl Taggert

For assistance in keeping up with all the characters, you can go here.

Mia Thomas awoke at 2:14 A.M. with a burning in her pussy. When she was awake enough to know why her pussy seemed to be on fire, she blushed and her eyes bulged. She’d been dreaming. It had been one of the most erotic dreams she’d ever had, and she’d had some very hot ones in her life. She was only 33 years old, but she’d enjoyed such dreams for more than twenty years now. Usually, they were an enhancement to what was a very active sex life. This dream, however, embarrassed her, and her blush was so complete she thought if her husband woke up he would be able to see it in the dim moonlight that barely filled their bedroom.

Dan, her husband, lay snoring softly beside her while Mia considered the dream that was already haunting her thoughts and still scorching her pussy. She knew it would be a long time before she could deal with what she’d been dreaming. She was breathing hard, whether from horniness or shock she couldn’t tell, and she could still feel the hard button of her clit throbbing from the effects of the erotic dream.

Erotic? she thought to herself. Shameful is more like it.

She wished she could forget the dream, but she knew she never would. It was forever burned into her mind. Wanting to forget it only made the images stronger.

Mia took a few deep breaths in an effort to calm herself as she thought about the dream, hoping she would come to some logical conclusion as to why she’d dreamt what she had. The swollen clit that was bathing in the juices of her pussy was suggesting the conclusion was less than logical and more than erotic. The forbidden fruit of the dream beckoned her hand to her pussy, but she refused to follow that request…at least until she could get a better understanding of why she had dreamt of having sex with her daughter Susan and Susan’s best friend, Heather.

In her dream she was walking in the nearby park with Susan. It was a bright and beautiful day, and the conversation from the dream that she could remember – at least the “normal” conversation – had been about the wonderful weather and how nice it was to go for walks on days like that.

Susan had said she needed to pee and had stepped off the path to do so. Mia had told her she needed to move farther off the path so passersby would not see her, but Susan had said…

“It’s okay, Mom. I do this all the time.”

As she pulled down her panties and squatted right next to the path, a young couple had walked by and greeted Susan as if they saw twelve-year-old girls squatting in the park to pee every day. Susan waved to them and continued with her business.

Mia could clearly see her daughter’s pubes, which were lightly downed with soft blond hair, and the yellow stream that cascaded from within the folds of her pussy. In the dream she looked away to see if anyone else were approaching, and when she looked back, both Susan and Heather were there peeing. Not only that, but they were also naked.

Suddenly the dream shifted and it was fine that they were naked, and in fact she had suddenly been naked as well. Mia looked around and noticed the couple who had greeted Susan earlier. They were in a grassy area next to the path, totally naked and already into a hot sixty-nine. When she looked back at where Susan and Heather had been peeing, they were gone. Then when she looked at the grassy area, she saw they were now on a blanket near the couple. And they were doing exactly what the man and woman were doing as well: Their tongues were buried in each other’s pussy.

As she strode to where her daughter and friend were, she noticed that now the grassy area was a hotbed of sexual activity. The couple she’d seen earlier were now fucking. Suddenly, she recognized them as two friends from work. Two women were nearby as well. One had a strap-on and was fucking the other. A pile of naked bodies were about twenty feet away from Susan and Heather, and they were all fucking, sucking, kissing, and masturbating either themselves or someone else.

Mia gazed at the orgy in the grass, taking in as much as she could. She was not shocked by this public display of sex, at least not in her dream. Instead, she was horny. She looked at her daughter and Heather, who pulled her shiny, wet mouth away from Susan’s pussy long enough to say…

“Come join us, Ms. Thomas. We both want you to.”

Then she was there, squatting beside the girls, one her own daughter, and she was running her hands along their pubescent bodies. Susan was on top, and Mia relished the feel of her small butt as she massaged her daughter there before moving her hand along the anal cleft to the soft region beneath….

As Mia lay there in the dim moonlight remembering the dream, she could still feel what it had felt like to touch Susan’s warm, wet pussy while feeling Heather’s tongue doing its best to coax an orgasm from her best friend. She could remember the way Heather’s tongue felt as it slid over her fingers that were massaging her daughter’s pussy. She recalled how her own pussy had felt in the dream, nearly bursting with the need to come herself. Not much had changed in that department now that she was awake.

Mia realized that at some point while reliving the dream, her hands had obeyed her clit’s beckoning. She was gently rubbing herself and swiftly approaching her climax.

What’s wrong with me? she wondered. She had never before felt any desire for her daughter or any of Susan’s friends.

She decided to be honest with herself, though. She had thought about young girls before, just not her daughter or anyone she actually knew.

Okay, there was the time she messed around with a girl she had babysat when she was fifteen. But that had been in the middle of adolescence, a time of figuring out who you were. She was a grown woman now, in a marriage that satisfied her on all levels.

She thought some more and wasn’t sure she liked what was occurring to her. Memories seemed to tumble from her subconscious mind to her conscious memories, surfacing like bubbles rising from the bottom of a deep lake.

There was that time she had walked in on Susan last year when Susan had just showered and was still naked in her room. Mia hadn’t known Susan was in there, thinking she was still in the bathroom, and she’d gone in to collect any stray articles of clothing that needed laundering. She remembered now that her nipples had stiffened at the sight of a naked Susan bent over to pick up the panties she had dropped on the floor while getting dressed. She remembered thinking how beautiful her daughter’s butt was and how erotic it was to see the folds of her bald pussy peeking from between her upper thighs.

Okay, she thought to herself, maybe I noticed my slit getting wet at that sight and thinking of Susan later as I lay in bed. Alright, so she was masturbating as she lay thinking of it, but she wasn’t really coming to that image.

Was she?

The dream came rushing back to her, like a favorite fantasy she’d forgotten long ago. She had rubbed Susan’s pussy while Heather licked it and then extended her hand over Susan’s bobbing head to feel Heather’s wet pussy at the same time.

She looked around in the dream and saw that people who had been having sex moments before were now watching them. The next thing she knew in the dream was that she was in what is called a daisy chain with Susan and Heather. Mia’s dream lips were now locked onto her daughter’s flooded pussy while Susan licked Heather, and Heather licked her.

A young girl she didn’t recognize, who appeared to be only eight or nine years old, joined them, leaning over to suck on her nipples, nursing her like a baby. Then the woman who had seen and spoken to Susan as she peed was there, having abandoned the man apparently. She was alternating between the two girls’ asses, licking first one then the other.

The girls were moaning loudly in the dream, as was Mia, and she wondered if she’d made any noises in bed while the dream worked to make her clit beg for the climax.

Mia was now lying in bed, remembering the dream, and rubbing her clit wildly, needing the release of sexual energy. She hoped the dream would go away once she came. She knew, of course, that it would never really leave her. Once something like that invaded your mind, it was there to stay.

When she remembered how the young girl who’d been sucking her nipples had moved to her ass and licked her there, Mia climaxed. She struggled to keep it a quiet one, and she mostly succeeded. Only small squeals escaped her throat, and her breathing, though very loud compared to normal, was not loud enough to wake Dan. She knew once he was asleep, he would be out until morning.

Mia lay in her bed, bathed in a light sheen of perspiration, doing her best to catch her breath. The images from the dream were still blazing against the viewing screen of her mind. Her clit was throbbing from the immense orgasm she had just experienced. Each tremble of her button whispered, more, as if only one orgasm would simply be insufficient, thank you very much.

Mia turned over onto her side and tried to ignore her still wide awake clitoris. She tried thinking of other things, but each one turned into a sexual image. She thought about doorknobs, an innocuous image if ever there was one, but she saw herself backing up to one and allowing it to enter her wet vagina. Then she thought of the PTSA, of which she was the previous year’s president, but all she saw was Shannon Greer, a very sexy brunette who had been her vice-president, lying naked and pushing her own daughter’s head between her naked thighs and saying, “Yes, Sweetie! Lick Mommy there!” That image turned into Mia doing and saying the same things to Susan.

It was no use. Her clit was still begging for attention, and she knew she would have to give it all it wanted before it would allow her to sleep again.

Rising quietly from the bed, she gave in to her carnal desires, acknowledging her lust for her own twelve-year-old daughter for now, and went to Susan’s bedroom. She thought about the good fortune that Susan was spending the night with Heather that night. If not, I might rape her, she thought to herself.

Entering Susan’s room, Mia went directly to the dirty clothes hamper in one corner of the room and found what she wanted within seconds of opening it. There near the top of the pile of clothes sat a pair of Susan’s panties. She held them to her nose, wondering if they would have any strong scent at all, given Susan was only twelve.

What she smelled filled her with a lust so strong she nearly fell over. The panties reeked of pussy! Apparently, Susan had gotten very horny indeed sometime in the past couple of days.

Of course, Mia had no way of knowing her daughter had worn those panties on the last day of school, when she had engaged in sex with Heather and one of her teachers, Ms. Simmons. Not only that, but Susan had also gone home with Heather that day and had sex with Heather and her little sister, Tina. The juices that had filled her panties on both those occasions had left behind a very strong aroma of pussy, and these were the panties Mia now smelled. Mia, of course, was completely oblivious to her daughter’s recent sexual escapades. All she knew was the condition of the panties.

The knowledge her little girl had become so turned on for some reason led her to begin wondering what had caused such a discharge of sexual fluids. While it was true that the natural lubrication of the pussy would leave some remnants behind to cause this scent, it was obvious to Mia that this was not the result of such a small amount. The panties were encrusted with the juices, causing the gusset to be stiff instead of soft.

Mia herself had started having orgasms when she was around ten, so it occurred to her now that her own daughter was almost certainly enjoying them as well. She could not imagine failing to come while getting as turned on as Susan would have to have been to leave behind this much pussy juice.

Mia stripped off her t-shirt and panties and lay naked on Susan’s bed, spreading her legs and holding the panties to her nostrils. She had never tried panty sniffing before as a means of obtaining a sexual thrill, but this was different. These were Susan’s panties, and Mia imagined her daughter lying in this very bed and masturbating to orgasms. She thought her baby girl had probably had hundreds while lying exactly where she was lying right now, and that thought pushed her over the edge.

Her fingers flew across her clit while she inhaled the scent of her daughter’s pussy. The climax skyrocketed through her body, causing massive shuddering and rather loud moans and grunts, making her thankful she’d come into Susan’s room instead of remaining in her own bed beside her sleeping husband. In the middle of her orgasm, she pushed the gusset of the panties into her mouth and tasted her daughter’s juices.

It was not until she’d brought herself to two more orgasms that she felt satisfied enough to return to her own room to lie beside Dan, who was still snoring softly. She was tired and realized as she got under the light covers that she had not washed her hands, so she licked them clean instead, savoring her flavor as well as Susan’s. She could actually taste the difference as she sucked her fingers and she thought of people who could discern small nuances in wine by tasting them. Had she been a pussy juice connoisseur all her life without knowing it? She lay there for a while longer, still trying to make some sense of this sudden change in her life.

Finally, Mia drifted off to sleep. Her clit was still hinting that another orgasm could be had, but she was able to ignore it.

When she awoke in the morning, she could not remember any dreams that may have occurred after getting back to sleep, but the one she could remember haunted her all day, making her clit begin to beg for release once more. When that happened, she would busy herself with other tasks. She was at work and quite busy, so there was enough to occupy her mind. Still, she felt like an addict needing a fix. Ignoring her need nearly drove her insane, and trips to the bathroom were hurried affairs, lest she give in to the carnal desires that had been a nearly constant companion since the middle of the night before.

Mia wondered if she’d be able to refrain from attacking either her pussy or Susan’s once she got home from work.

——————

Susan awoke that night as well. She was thinking of her mother, who was at that moment doing her best not to remember her dream, but of course Susan knew nothing of this.

The night had been a good one. Cheryl was able to give her some advice regarding how she might entice her mom into at least talking about sex, even if she wasn’t interested in having sex with her own daughter. Susan was thankful she had friends like Heather and Tina, whose mom was so sexy and open about topics like this.

The four of them had sat around the dinner table that night after getting home from the orgy. Nobody was interested in sex, having worn themselves out having sex with the teachers — Lisa and Jennifer — as well as Becca and Monica. Their pussies were all rather raw from all the fingering, licking, and anything else someone wanted to do to them, so instead of engaging in more sex, they had talked about it. Specifically, they’d talked about Susan’s mother, Mia, and how to go about either seducing her or at least allowing Susan to have her fun whether at home or at Heather and Tina’s house. Of course, Cheryl had told Susan she could not mention any of the adults, and Susan had looked offended that Cheryl would think she might do something like that.

Still, Susan was worried how her mom might take the news that her daughter enjoyed sex — with herself if nobody else.

“Honey, your mother almost certainly knows you masturbate, or at least she strongly suspects it. It’s normal for girls to do that at your age,” Cheryl said.

“She never talks about it at all, though, not even in a joke,” said Susan. “It’s like sex doesn’t exist.”

“She’s probably too embarrassed to bring it up,” Cheryl said.

While they talked, Heather and Tina sat and listened, figuring their mother would be better at giving advice on something like this.

“So how do I go about bringing it up? Mom’s not the only one who’s too embarrassed.”

“Well, to be honest, it’s easier for a young girl to bring this up with her mom than it is for a mom to bring it up. Adults sometimes feel they want to discuss these things with their children but are afraid the child doesn’t want to talk about such things,” said Cheryl. “They’re afraid of embarrassing their children.”

“What do you think she’d do if I brought it up?” asked Susan.

“I’m certain she’d talk to you about it. The longer you two talk about sex, the more comfortable she will become with it, and so will you.”

“Couldn’t you, like, seduce her or something? I bet she’d have sex with you. You’re the prettiest woman she knows. She’s said that before, even.”

Cheryl was surprised Mia had said that about her. And flattered. Mia was very pretty herself, but she felt that seducing her, even if she were successful, wouldn’t suddenly part the sea of silence on the topic between Susan and her mother, and she told Susan this.

“Then what should I say?” Susan asked.

“Why not try talking about feeling turned on by certain things? Tell her that you’ve noticed that certain things make you get all tingly down there. If you use clinical words like vagina instead of pussy or words like that, she will accept what you are saying as a desire to know about things like that.”

“But my desire is to lick her pussy and for her to lick mine!” said Susan.

“One step at a time, baby-doll,” Cheryl answered with a chuckle. “I doubt seriously the first conversation you have with her about your sexuality and desires will result in the two of you in bed together. If that happens, and I have to be honest with you that it is extremely possible it never will, it will have to be after the two of you are at least fine with talking about your own feelings, and probably hers as well. It’s not easy for most parents to discuss their orgasms or their masturbation habits with their children. It makes us feel too vulnerable.”

“Do you think my mom masturbates?” Susan asked, and Cheryl had to chuckle again.

“I’m certain of it. She seems like a happy person and doesn’t come off to me as any kind of prude or religious nut, so I would be shocked if she doesn’t.”

“She’s not real religious,” Susan said.

“I know,” Cheryl answered. “And I’ve seen her with your dad at parties, and I can tell you they do enjoy each other’s company, so her sex life is totally alive,” she added.

Susan and Cheryl had talked for nearly an hour, with Heather and Tina taking part only occasionally, and Susan had finally decided to talk to her mom, despite thinking it would get her no nearer her goal of having sex with her. She would try talking to her tomorrow when her mom got home from work. That would give her the day to plan exactly what to say.

Susan lay next to a naked Heather and thought about the conversation she’d had with Cheryl until she once again felt tired. She thought of starting something with her best friend, but her pussy was still too raw from the orgy for that.

Maybe she, Heather, and Tina could do something tomorrow or the next day. She planned to ask her mom if Heather and Tina both could spend the night one night soon. She wondered if her mom would allow her to continue seeing her friends if she knew what they did together. She was planning on eventually telling her mom about the fun they had without including anything about anyone else, especially the adults. Of course, Susan would only share that news if her mom seemed okay with the fact she masturbates herself to orgasms, and even then she wasn’t planning on telling her right away, just…eventually. If her mom had problems with her masturbating, she would drop the whole subject.

She drifted off and was not aware of anything until she awoke the next morning. After breakfast with Heather and Tina, she walked home. They were all too sore from the previous two days’ sex to do anything, but they all knew that would change once their pussies got a little rest. Heather and Tina, as well as Cheryl, were completely in favor of another sleepover, this time at Susan’s.

“I’ll be jealous, but I understand,” Cheryl had said with a small laugh.

Susan wondered as she walked home about her pending conversation with her mom. She hoped it went as well as Cheryl seemed to think it would.

Of course, what happened was far from what she hoped or expected.

Continue on to Chapter 12

Serendipity, Chapter 42

  • Posted on October 25, 2015 at 2:45 pm

By Naughty Mommy

To keep everyone straight, use this link for Characters & Relationships, or check our Guide for Serious Readers.

“That really was a delicious dinner, Stephanie,” Eve smiled. “Thank you so much for inviting us tonight.”

They were in the small living room of the condo, sipping brandy. All had their shoes off, relaxing comfortably. Stephanie and Veronica sat side by side in the loveseat, holding hands. Stacie and Carol were on the sofa, Eve in a wicker chair with a padded seat. It was getting dark outside. The kids were upstairs in one of the bedrooms, doing… stuff.

“Oh, you’re very welcome. I’m glad you could come. As you can probably tell, our Kelly is just nuts about Gwen,” Stephanie grinned. “Which reminds me, has Gwen said anything to you about going snorkeling with us tomorrow? We were really hoping she could join us. You and Paige too, of course. We’d like that very much.”

“Yes, she did say something about it, and sure, we’d be happy to do that. I’ve never been snorkeling, and neither has she, or Paige for that matter, but it sounds like fun.”

“It is fun, and I’m so glad you’ll be coming with us. Kelly will be out of this world.”

“It’s really nice those two met each other,” Veronica added. “Gwen is… a very appealing girl. I can easily see why Kelly is so attracted to her.”

“Oh, uh, thanks.” Eve felt herself blushing slightly. Was Veronica hinting that she was attracted to Gwen herself?

Suddenly an image popped into Eve’s head — all of them, the moms downstairs and the daughters upstairs, naked together in a room having sex, an incestuous lesbian orgy — it was incredibly vivid and intensely erotic. Perhaps it was the alcohol or maybe it was the company, but before she could stop herself she said it:

“You know, I think my daughter is very appealing too. Both of them, Gwen and Paige.”

Eve took another sip of her brandy and then slowly licked her lips, hoping to be seductive.

—————

Kelly looked at Gwen. The tall brunette’s eyes were wide. It seemed that Gwen might have an idea, as did Kelly, just what Jordan meant when she described playing ‘Pony’ as riding on her mother’s tongue. Kelly’s gaze went to Paige. She appeared to be mystified, as did the twins, Hailey and Holly, Kelly’s little sisters.

So, should she do it? Should she let Jordan show them how to play this sexy game? Well, they had permission from their moms to do pretty much whatever they wanted, so why not? But maybe Kelly should let Gwen make the decision. She was the oldest, after all, as well as their guest.

“Um, Gwen, like, we were all kissing earlier and stuff, but —”

“You guys were kissing?” Paige interrupted.

“Yeah, we were,” Gwen giggled. “When you were downstairs, um, still outside. Before supper.”

“Cool…” The 11-year-old smiled. “Can we do it some more?”

“Yeah, more kissing,” chimed in Jordan and the twins at once.

“Well, but, we could do even more than that maybe,” said Kelly. Her face felt hot, her palms sweaty. She was nervous but also very excited. She was gonna go for it!

“The, uh, the game, Pony, that Jordan wants to show us. We can play that if we want to, but, um, I think we have to be naked first. Right, Jordan?”

“Uh-huh,” the little girl nodded.

“So, like, Gwen, do you want to do it?” Kelly asked. “I mean, would it bother you to take off your clothes and stuff?”

A big smile lit the teenager’s face. “Well, they said we could do ‘stuff’, right? I’m pretty sure it’s okay with my mom.” Then she looked at her sister. “Paige, what do you think? Are you up for it?”

“Up for what?” Paige frowned, still not understanding.

“We, um, I mean, taking off our clothes with them, and I guess, doing whatever happens. Maybe have sex.”

“Sex? With little girls??”

Although Paige was just 11, she didn’t think of herself as ‘little’ any longer. She would be in 6th grade next year, in middle school. She was growing up. These other kids, though, were only about 7 or 8 years old!!

“It’s okay, we don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Kelly assured her.

“No, it’s…” Paige shook her head, licking her lips. She sure was learning an awful lot in a very short time. So far, it was all great, she really liked it. And now she didn’t want to miss out on anything, not any more. She wanted to see and do everything she could.

“I want to,” she nodded at the older girls. “Let’s do it.”

—————

Stephanie swallowed hard. Her insides were all jittery, her panties getting damp. After Eve made that suggestive remark about her own daughters and then smiled and licked her lips the way she did, it seemed completely clear. Could there still be any doubt?

No one else had said anything right away, though. They were all quiet for a minute or two, exchanging glances, the unspoken topic lingering in the air. Finally Carol caught Stephanie’s eye. She was clearly asking permission. Stephanie slowly nodded. Carol smiled and winked at her.

“You know, Eve,” Carol began as she reached down and took Stacie’s hand in hers, raising it to her face, rubbing it softly against her cheek, “there’s something very special, something intimate, about the love between mothers and daughters, don’t you think?”

Now it was Eve’s turn to swallow hard. “Y-yes, I do think so.”

She squeezed her legs together, clenching the muscles to stimulate her clit, as she watched Carol plant a wet kiss in Stacie’s palm and then suck one of her daughter’s fingers into her mouth. The older woman kept her eyes on Eve’s the whole time.

When Eve saw what Carol did next, she knew her premonition about a lesbian orgy was going to prove accurate. Still holding Stacie’s hand in hers, Carol slid it down onto her chest, placing it over her breast and squeezing. At the same time, she put her other hand on Stacie’s thigh, pushing it between her legs and reaching under the short skirt to fondle her daughter.

“Damn,” murmured Veronica, more to herself than to anyone else. “This is getting hot.”

To Stephanie’s surprise, Veronica let go of her hand which she’d been holding, uncrossed her legs, unbuttoned and unzipped her khaki shorts, and quickly pushed them down and off. She slid a hand inside her panties and began to play with herself.

“Good idea,” Stephanie chuckled. She was wearing a loose dress, which made it even easier. All she had to do was pull it up to her waist and spread her legs. She lifted Veronica’s thigh and placed it over her own, then put a hand inside her panties and started rubbing her clit.

—————

Kelly almost couldn’t believe it was really happening, but it was! She pulled her t-shirt over her head and tossed it onto a chair. They were all going to get naked, all six of them, and she couldn’t decide where to look first. Of course, she had seen her sisters Hailey and Holly nude before, plenty of times, and she’d seen Jordan that way too. But still she loved looking at little girls’ slim smooth bodies, so yummy!

Except omigod, now Gwen was opening those tight short-shorts she was wearing and shimmying them down over her hips. Her legs are so unbelievably amazing, really long and athletic and tan and everything. She’s just perfect! Plus I know she’s not wearing a bra, anyone can tell that, so when she takes off her tank top — yes, she’s doing it now — and ohmyfuckinggod look at her boobs!

Gwen smiled at Kelly, who was gawping at her, then hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her red thong and skimmed it down her legs, stepping out of it. Tossing the thong aside, she glanced at her sister Paige, who was almost finished too, just pulling off her panties. Jordan and the twins were already done, standing there naked, just waiting, three of the cutest little prepubescent bodies you ever saw.

“Kelly, come on,” urged Jordan, tugging at her arm.

With a start, the teen looked around and discovered she was the only one still wearing any clothes.

“Oh, um, sorry,” she blushed, quickly unhooking her A-cup bra and shrugging it off, then opening her shorts and pushing them down along with her panties at the same time. She kicked the bundle away and giggled, “Okay, I’m ready.”

—————

Eve hiked up her skirt and put both hands between her legs. Her pussy was very wet, soaking through the white satin of her underwear. As she began to touch herself, still over the top of her panties, she gazed around the room at the other women.

Veronica and Stephanie both were masturbating, legs spread wide, hands inside their undies, fingers moving fast. They smiled at her, their eyes hooded. On the sofa, Carol and Stacie were kissing now, moaning and using their tongues — a mom and her grown daughter! — and each had a hand between the other’s legs, rubbing her crotch.

“Can we tell you a dirty secret?” Veronica said to Eve.

“Uh, sure. Of course.”

“Sometimes, when Stephanie and I make love, we fantasize about having sex with a very young girl. You know, a teenager, or maybe even a younger girl. Very young.”

“Uh-huh.” Eve slipped her hand inside her satin panties. Her pussy was slippery with her juices. She slid a finger between her labia, easing it down to tickle at the opening of her vagina. “I… I’ve done that.”

Veronica pulled her panties aside, letting Eve get a good look at her shaved pussy. She slowly pushed two fingers inside, beginning to fuck herself, before saying, “You’ve done it? Do you mean you’ve fantasized about sex with a young girl, or that you’ve actually done it?”

Eve gave the woman a sly grin. “Now can I tell you a secret?”

“I hope you will.”

“Okay, well, I guess I should tell you first that at the start of our vacation, only — god, only three days ago — anyway, at that point I had no idea what was going to happen. I was still innocent. Or comparatively so. You know, I’d looked at porn online. I looked at it all the time, in fact, and I masturbated to pictures and videos of young girls. But then I met Angela, here, on Saturday, and she changed our lives.”

She paused and Stephanie asked, “What did she do?”

“Well, she, uh, she seduced me. Or maybe I allowed myself to be seduced, I don’t know. But Saturday night she made love to me, and that was actually my first time with a woman. It was great. It was wonderful. And then, already by then, she was sort of prompting me to follow through on… on my other feelings, you know, my, um, forbidden desires.”

“For your own daughters…” said Stephanie.

“Uh-huh.”

Stacie and Carol had stopped kissing so they could listen to the story. Both were masturbating now too. Five women, ranging in age from 25 to 44, watching each other, touching themselves, and talking about their incestuous urges.

—————

They decided Kelly and Jordan would go first. Kelly lay down in the middle of the bed, on her back as Jordan instructed, and then the naked 7-year-old got on top of her, straddling the teenager’s face. The other girls crowded in close, wanting to see it all, not miss a thing.

“You are the pony,” Jordan said as she used her little fingers to open and spread her puffy labia, “and I am riding you. That’s how Nanna told me.”

“Who’s Nanna?” asked Paige.

“That’s, um, that’s Carol. Her grandmother,” Kelly giggled, a bit surprised to find herself laughing in such an intensely sexual situation.

“Her grandmother!!?” Paige exclaimed.

“Uh-huh,” Kelly laughed again. “And she does it with her Mommy too, right, Jordan?”

“Yeah, I do. We all play Pony. And Pony-Pony too. Sometimes all at once even.”

“What’s Pony-Pony?” asked Paige.

“Shh!!” Gwen frowned. “Let them do this first, and then ask questions after, okay?”

“Okay…”

“Go ahead, honey,” Kelly said to Jordan, as she got her giggles under control. “Show me how you play.”

“You have to hold out your tongue. Way out. Make it stiff, you know?”

“Like thisph?”

“Uh-huh. And now I just ride it, ride the pony.”

—————

“So, have you done anything?” Carol asked Eve. “With your girls?”

“Mmm,” Eve sighed as she pushed her finger deeper inside her hot vagina. “Yes, I have. I’ve… I’ve made love with both of them. With my daughters.”

“Oh my god,” Veronica hissed, fucking herself harder and faster.

Stephanie knew that Veronica could come very quickly when she was aroused. It looked like she might already be on the edge of an orgasm. Stephanie was excited too, and continuing to masturbate, but she was also curious.

“Um, Eve, what’s… I mean, does it seem okay with them? Are they all right? Your girls? Because we, Veronica and I, we want to do it too, with our daughters. I just want to be really sure though.”

Before Eve could answer, Carol said, “Well, you’ve seen Jordan. You can see how happy she is. She loves it, right, Stacie?”

“Yeah, she sure does,” Stacie grinned. “She can’t get enough.”

“Jordan? Little Jordan?” Eve asked, her eyes wide.

“Uh-huh. With both of us,” said Carol. “We’ve both fucked her, and she goes wild, she loves it, she comes all over us.”

“Fuck!” cried Veronica as she started coming, her fingers slapping furiously, wetly, inside her cunt. “Fuck! Ohh! Fuck!!”

—————

Her tongue was fully extended and, oh my god, right there, right on top of Kelly’s face, a little girl was holding her pussy open and rubbing her erect pink clit up and down, up and down, again and again on the end of her tongue.

Kelly had her hands between her own legs, massaging her pussy. She hadn’t really planned to masturbate, it was simply instinctive. All her focus was on keeping her tongue where it needed to be, keeping it stiff and watching as Jordan moved back and forth, riding her, playing Pony.

The other girls were crouching down, peering in closely to see what was happening.

“Wow,” Paige breathed.

“So hot,” agreed Gwen. She was touching herself now too.

The twins were holding hands. They looked at each other.

“Is this sex?” Holly asked Hailey, whispering almost silently. “Think so,” her sister nodded. “We could do it too.” “Yeah, in a sec.” “Okay.”

—————

Veronica finally calmed down, drawing her fingers out of her vagina and lifting them to her mouth, tasting herself. She was still breathing hard, her face shiny with sweat. “Sorry, I… I couldn’t help it,” she chuckled.

Eve smiled, “That’s all right, I like it. I like watching. It turns me on.”

“It turns me on too,” agreed Stephanie. “I like watching and doing both. But, um, you never said how it is with your girls, Eve. Do Gwen and Paige seem okay with, you know, the things you’re doing with them?”

“Oh, yes, absolutely,” the woman nodded. “Better than okay, I’d say.”

“Stephanie, what kind of things do you want to do with your daughters?” Carol asked. “Tell us.”

“Oh, um, well… you know… everything.”

“Go ahead,” Veronica urged, as she began to play with herself again. “Tell them. Tell them exactly what we want to do with our kids.”

“Well… okay, sure, why not?” Stephanie licked her lips as she thought about how to begin. Her hand was inside her panties, stroking her clit. Her pussy was very wet.

Eve suddenly stood up, grinning at them. She reached under her skirt and tugged her underwear down and off.

“You don’t mind, do you?” she giggled as she sat back down and resumed masturbating.

“Hell no, are you kidding? I like that idea,” said Carol.

She took off her panties too, as did Stacie, and then Veronica, and finally Stephanie. Now the women were fully exposed to each other. They opened their legs wide and rubbed their pussies as Stephanie began to describe what she and Veronica wanted to do with their girls.

—————

During the first few minutes Jordan had kept her eyes open, looking down to make sure she was riding the pony the way she was supposed to. But as the sensations gradually became more intense, and as she got that happy jumpy feeling inside her tummy that told her the big surprise was coming, the girl leaned forward on the bed, letting go of her labia and supporting herself on her hands. Her eyes were shut now, her face pinched, turning red.

Kelly found it impossible to keep her tongue on the little girl’s clit as she moved faster and faster on top of her. So she just opened her mouth wide and let Jordan fuck her face. Kelly was still masturbating, and was getting pretty close herself, but she didn’t know if she would be able to come as quickly as it looked like Jordan was going to.

For Paige, the bees were buzzing again. Without even realizing it she had started rubbing her pussy. It was all just so exciting! She smiled as she glanced down at her fingers, which were totally wet and gooey. How awesome it was to play with yourself and watch girls have sex. This had to be the greatest vacation ever!

“I don’t wanna wait,” Holly whispered. “Me either,” answered Hailey, immediately lying on the bed. Holly climbed on top of her. Although neither of the girls had ever really had sex in their lives, they seemed to know just what to do. Holly spread her hairless labia and Hailey began licking her twin.

—————

“I’ve kissed Hailey, really kissed her, you know, with my tongue and everything. And I’ve sort of rubbed my hands all over her and I’ve humped her, humped her leg while I was kissing her. But I want to do more, so much more. I want to… I want to kiss her pussy…” Stephanie said.

The small living room in the condo was almost completely dark now. The sun had been down for a while and no lights were on downstairs. Five women gazed at each other’s shadowy images, feeling the heat of intense sexual arousal as they all masturbated while Stephanie told them what she and Veronica wanted to do with their daughters.

“Mmmm, this is really turning me on, I’m gonna come pretty soon,” said Stephanie. “But, uh, I’ll try to keep talking as long as I can.”

“Please do,” Carol urged. “I love hearing you talk this way.”

“Me too,” agreed Stacie.

“Okay. So, I want to kiss Hailey’s pussy. And Holly’s too, of course. I want to kiss and lick both of them, my twin girls, only 8 years old. Together, at the same time, that would be so amazing.”

“Jesus fuck that’s hot,” said Eve. Her fingers were moving very fast between her legs.

Stephanie looked at the woman, watching her for a moment, and then continued. “I mean, my god, seeing my girls together, lying naked side by side, their pretty faces, their soft skin. They’e just so incredibly sexy even if they don’t know it yet. I think about kissing them and touching them, and then I imagine them wanting me to… to fuck them, begging me to do it, holding their hairless little pussies open for me, and —”

“OHH FUCK YES!!!” Eve cried. She climaxed hard as she heard Stephanie describe what she wanted to do with her twin girls, Holly and Hailey.

—————

Upstairs, Holly and Hailey were in a 69 now, with Holly on top. Hailey had observed Carol and Stacie in that position the night before, and even though she didn’t fully understand it, she’d told Holly what she’d seen. They determined they would try it for themselves when they got the chance, and now they could. Neither quite knew for sure what to do, but as the little blondes hugged and kissed and licked, their youthful bodies began to respond and their natural instincts took over.

Beside them on the bed, Kelly and Gwen were kissing. The petite 14-year-old was on the lap of the 16-year-old, straddling her, her legs wrapped tightly around the taller girl’s waist. Gwen could taste pussy on Kelly’s lips and tongue because little Jordan had just finished coming in Kelly’s mouth.

The 7-year-old was nearly passed out, lying curled up in a ball next to them, breathing heavily, a smile on her cute face. Jordan’s orgasms were so powerful they took almost everything out of her, but in a few minutes she would be ready for more.

Paige was masturbating as she watched the twins eat each other and watched Kelly kissing her big sister, Gwen. She wanted to come, and she was close, but she wanted something else too. She just wasn’t sure what.

Then she heard a cry coming from downstairs. It was her mother’s voice. It sounded like she was climaxing. And now Paige knew what it was she wanted. She wanted her mom’s pussy.

—————

Both Veronica and Eve had brought themselves to climax. Stephanie was getting close, and Carol was right on the edge. Stacie wasn’t far away either. They all had that look in their eyes. The heady scent of feminine arousal permeated the air.

But masturbation wasn’t enough. Not on this night. They wanted more, every one of them. They wanted to fuck — to lick and finger and suck and kiss and fuck each other — and even more than that, they wanted those girls up in the bedroom. They badly wanted to fuck their own daughters.

As Eve came down from her sudden loud climax, she looked around at the others. They arrived at a mutual decision, unspoken but clear. It took less than a minute to remove the rest of their clothing, and then they headed for the stairs.

—————

Paige got up off the bed. She went to the door and placed her hand on the knob, then glanced back for a moment at the scene behind her.

Gwen and Kelly were still kissing, deeply involved. Holly and Hailey were squirming and moaning on the bed, lost in each other’s embrace. Jordan had begun to stir a bit, but wasn’t fully recovered yet. All the girls were naked, of course, as was she.

Paige smiled, began to turn the knob, and then —

— the door opened.

Continue on to Chapter 43

Another Good Author

  • Posted on October 24, 2015 at 8:50 am

Poppabear said… 

Here’s another good author, with another great chapter!

I know that we have splendid authors here who offer us delightful tales of incestuous sisters, daughters, and mothers as well as exciting little lovers who are devoted to their adult partners.

Well, I am here to tell you of the latest chapter from another such author about two wonderful lovers.

Way way down in the bottom right corner of this page, in the list of chapters, comments, archives and other authors, just at the foot of the list you will discover The World of Letoria.

There will be many of you who’ve been there already – great place – but you need to get back there now, or for the first time (Oh, you are lucky if it’s your first time).

Letoria has just added chapter 16 to the story of Karen and Laci.

There are great sex scenes all over this site, but Letoria is as good as any one of your favourite authors. Definitely a ‘no panties’ session, girls, and a big fluffy towel would also be a good idea, and boys, this one is guaranteed to score a big one.

Enjoy, guys.

Serendipity, Chapter 41

  • Posted on October 22, 2015 at 1:07 pm

By Naughty Mommy

To keep everyone straight, use this link for Characters & Relationships, or check our Guide for Serious Readers.

Debby wasn’t quite sure what was happening. It must be that organism thing again. Angela was playing with herself and making loud noises, but there was also a bunch of wet stuff coming out of her. Was she peeing or something? That was really weird. And in the swimming pool Bambi was acting like she was having that thing too, the sex thing, except she wasn’t rubbing herself. How was she doing it??

Erin hugged Debby and shivered with excitement. She hadn’t really had a chance to do anything once it started, it all happened so fast. First she saw Bambi and Fiona getting in front of the water jets in the pool, and then she saw Angela take off her underwear and open her legs and actually start masturbating, right out in the open. Then her mom came out of the house and took her panties off and told the other ladies to do it too, which they both did. And now, all of a sudden, two orgasms at the same time and even some squirting. Wow!

Fiona wasn’t close yet. It felt wonderful to have the water whooshing against her crotch, but it was mostly just a good feeling. She had never been able to come that way. Bambi sure was, though, and then, omigod, Angela, it was unbelievable! Just look at her — legs spread wide, fingers in her pussy, and she’s dripping all over the place — so totally hot! Maybe Fiona wouldn’t be able to reach orgasm in front of the jet in the pool, but she sure did want to have one herself that night, at least one, maybe more!

Amanda stood staring. She had climbed out of the pool, getting ready to jump back in, but then she saw Angela stand up and take off her undies and right away sit down again and start playing with herself, which was like, wow, and then the other lady, Erin’s mom, came out and took off her panties too, and then so did Debby’s mom and so did her own mom, Tina. All the ladies had their undies off. Amanda thought maybe she should take off her bikini bottom and be like them, and maybe the top too, but just as she was thinking about that, Bambi started squealing in the corner of the pool. She looked over and saw her friend and it seemed like she was having an orgasm, although Amanda wasn’t really sure how. Before she could figure that out, though, Angela went crazy, groaning and getting all super wet and just coming all over the place. It was pretty amazing for a 10-year-old to see!

Sheila resisted. She badly wanted to join in, either by masturbating, or perhaps by kneeling down in front of Angela and licking her pussy. Or maybe licking Tina’s pussy. Sheila noticed that the younger woman was rubbing herself now too. However, she had a dinner to cook.

She’d started the potatoes but would need to get the grill going for the swordfish pretty soon and then put the asparagus in the oven right after that, so she really couldn’t allow herself to indulge at this point. Later, though… she would fuck both women later, all of them! She winked at her sister, Bridget, who was standing on the patio wearing nothing but a blouse and a smile, and went back to the kitchen to prepare the pomegranate glaze and have another glass of wine.

—————

It made Kelly really happy that Gwen had followed her and the little girls when they went inside the condo. She’d led everyone upstairs and into the second bedroom, where she was to sleep that night with Jordan. Now they were all sitting on the bed, shoes off, looking at each other and grinning.

“You guys,” Kelly said to Holly and Hailey and Jordan, “this is my friend, Gwen. She’s really pretty, don’t you think?”

Happy nods from the little ones.

Gwen blushed but felt very pleased. She wasn’t used to being called pretty and it was awfully nice. It made her like Kelly even more.

“And, um, Gwen, do you… do you want to do some kissing and stuff with us? Cuz they, um, all three of them, they like doing it, kissing, I mean. And you can kiss them if you want to. And if they want to.”

“I want to,” the twins answered in unison. “Me too!” added Jordan, bouncing on her knees.

Kelly’s heart was pounding. She knew she was taking a big chance being so upfront about this with Gwen, but it seemed to be okay.

The tall older girl was smiling and licking her lips. She raised her eyebrows. “You… you guys want to kiss me?”

“Uh-huh,” the three kids eagerly replied.

—————

Erin put Debby down in the shallow end, and climbed out of the pool. She walked slowly over toward where Angela and Tina were sitting. She stopped in front of them, looking at them for a moment, and then removed the top of her bikini. The women gazed at her, their eyes fastened on the teenager’s small round breasts and her puckered dark pink nipples. Erin let them get a good look, and then carefully, deliberately, untied the strings on one side of her bikini bottoms. Standing with her feet apart, and holding the open strings with one hand, she reached over to the other side and tugged on a string. Then she let everything go. The wet cloth fell away. She was naked.

Although she wasn’t really satisfied with the pear-shape of her body, Erin was aware that certain women found her almost irresistible: her pale, lightly-freckled skin, her softly rounded curves, the classic combination of red hair and green eyes, her small nose and full plump lips (both sets), her mouth so naturally pink that she almost never wore lipstick because she didn’t need to. And it was perfectly obvious that these women were very attracted to her. They stared like hungry animals, almost drooling.

Erin remained standing for several seconds, allowing Tina and Angela to look her up and down. Then she smiled and said, “I think I’ll go inside and see if my mom needs any help.”

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“That is such a pretty dress,” Carol said as she sat down next to Paige. “And you are a very beautiful young girl.”

“Um, thanks.” Paige had to bite her lip to stop from giggling like a little kid. She felt nervous, but it was fun to kind of fool around with the older ladies. It made her glad she’d decided to stay outside and flirt with them. She glanced at her mom, making sure it was all right. Eve winked at her daughter and blew her kiss.

Paige turned back to Carol. “The, uh, the fabric is really soft. Do you… want to feel it?”

It was a long white sleeveless peasant dress the 11-year-old was wearing, made of a thin cotton voile that was nearly see-through in the right light.

“Yes, I would like to feel it,” Carol smiled, placing her hand on a slender thigh, gently squeezing and then sliding her palm slowly upward, over the girl’s hip and onto her belly.

Paige trembled as she felt the woman’s touch. It was a little scary but exciting all at once, and she wanted to encourage Carol to do even more. She arched her back, thrusting out her chest, proudly displaying her developing breast buds. The dark color of her nipples was clearly visible through the lightweight material.

“Mmm, very very nice,” Carol purred. She slid her hand up higher, coming close to but not quite touching those tempting erect nipples.

“Paige, why don’t you stand up for a minute,” Veronica suggested. “I’d like to see how that dress flows when you move around.”

“Oh, um, all right.” The girl got to her feet and took few steps away from the women, across the deck toward the ocean. She swirled the long skirt for them.

Veronica sat down next to her sister, Carol, on the lounge chair she was occupying. Together they gazed at the vision of loveliness in front of them.

With the late afternoon sun now directly behind her, Paige’s dress was virtually transparent. The women could admire her slim figure, the gap between her thighs, and easily make out the shape of her white hipster panties.

Carol slowly shook her head. “Wow, you are gorgeous. Just so delicious.”

“Thanks,” Paige giggled.

“Speaking of delicious,” Stephanie said to Stacie with a chuckle, “could you run inside for me and get those two platters of vegetables from the fridge? I think it’s time to put them on.”

“Oh, okay, sure.” Stacie put down her beer and went in to retrieve the zucchini, onions, tomatoes, and peppers that Stephanie had prepared for grilling.

Once inside, though, the woman hesitated for a second. There was no sign of the girls on the first floor, so they must have gone up to one of the bedrooms. Stacie wondered what they might be doing up there and had to fight the urge to go and see. There would be time for all that later, she told herself, and turned toward the kitchen.

Upstairs, Gwen had Jordan on her lap, straddling her. The little girl’s legs were wrapped around Gwen’s waist, squeezing tightly as they pressed their bodies together and kissed wetly. Beside them on the bed, Holly and Hailey were both lying on top of Kelly, taking turns kissing her, sometimes both at once.

Stacie came back outside. As she was helping Stephanie load the vegetables onto the grill, next to the chicken, she quietly asked, “What do you think the kids are doing upstairs?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Is that where they went?”

“Yeah, I think so. But, um, you know how Jordan can be, how, uh… enthusiastic. Are you okay if she, well, if she does something with Gwen? Would that upset you?”

Stephanie didn’t reply right away. The picture in her mind of a hot little 7-year-old naked on top of a tall athletic teenager was extremely stimulating. Immediately she felt that familiar sensation, her pussy getting damp.

She took a deep breath and tried to calm her libido. “Well, I think it should all be okay. I mean, whatever happens is gonna happen, right?”

“Yeah, I guess so. I suppose you’re right.” Stacie smiled and patted Stephanie’s arm.

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Their dinner — grilled swordfish steaks with a pomegranate glaze served with oven-roasted asparagus and potatoes au gratin plus a green salad — was a huge hit. The women couldn’t stop complimenting Sheila on her culinary brilliance. Even the kids seemed to enjoy everything.

Of course, all the flavors were highlighted by the fact that almost no one was wearing anything. The five girls each were naked while the four moms were in minimal attire, with breasts on open display and no underwear at all, as requested by Sheila.

When they were finally finished eating, everyone completely satisfied, Tina offered to help with the dishes. But their hostess guffawed, “Fuck the dishes! I can do them tomorrow. Right now I’m much more interested in fucking you and your daughter and my daughters and my sister and her daughter, and just — everybody!” They all joined in her laughter.

So, after stacking the dishes in the sink, the group adjourned to the family room where the remaining items of clothing were removed and they all settled in for a fun evening of lesbian sex and incest.

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The barbecued chicken and grilled vegetables at the condo also were happily received. Stephanie accepted many plaudits, all well deserved. But instead of immediately launching into debauchery when dinner was over, they did the cleanup and then relaxed out on the deck with snifters of brandy for the women and sodas for the kids.

The adults observed knowing looks and giggles being passed around among the girls, telling them something naughty must have taken place upstairs earlier, but no one was too worried about it. As Stephanie had said to Stacie, whatever happened was going to happen, and this seemed to be the prevailing attitude. At the same time, there didn’t seem to be any hurry to move on to whatever might come next. They sat back, enjoying the soft breeze and the sound of the surf. After a while, the chocolates were opened and shared and soon disappeared.

When the sun dipped into the ocean and the air took on a chill, they decided to go inside. Gwen looked at her mom, hoping she wouldn’t say they should go back to the hotel. She did not want to leave yet. Although they hadn’t really done anything in the bedroom upstairs except for some passionate kissing, she was pretty sure they would be doing a lot more if they got the chance. And she really wanted that.

As the adults began to arrange themselves on the sofas and chairs in the small living room, the kids, including Paige, all looked at each other and instantly, silently, agreed.

“We’re gonna go upstairs, okay?” Kelly said to her moms. “And just… do stuff.”

“All right,” Veronica nodded, and then asked, “But, uh, what kind of stuff do you think you’ll be doing?”

The teenager shrugged. “You know, just like… stuff.”

Gwen held her breath, praying no one would object or ask them any more questions. She saw the two lesbian mothers look at her mom, Eve, and also at Jordan’s mom, Stacie. There was a brief pause, and then they all nodded simultaneously, as if reaching a decision.

Veronica turned back to the girls with a grin. “Sure, it’s fine. Go ahead, have fun.”

“Um, wait,” said Stacie. “Jordan, come here a second, sweetie.”

The little girl trotted over to her mother, who took her onto her lap and began whispering in her ear. After a moment a big smile lit Jordan’s face. She gave her mommy a long hug, then jumped off her lap and went back to the other girls, taking Kelly’s hand. Not wanting to tempt any more discussion, the kids raced up the stairs and vanished into the second bedroom, shutting the door behind them.

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Tina hesitated.

She was standing naked in the family room at Sheila’s house, watching as the illicit lesbian orgy began to get underway. There were four moms and five daughters, the young girls ranging in age from 9 to 15, and it seemed like the plan was for everyone to have sex with everyone else, at least eventually.

So, why was she hesitating? Because in her life, Tina had only had sex with one other woman, Angela. She’d also had sex with her daughter, Amanda, and to some extent with Angela’s daughter, Bambi, but never with anyone else. It certainly was an exciting prospect to see all this naked flesh in front of her, so many women and girls, all apparently available to her, anyone she wanted — it was exciting, but also kind of intimidating. So she hesitated.

The redhead, Erin, the one who’d done a little striptease for them outside, was on her back on the floor, her legs spread wide apart. Angela was eating her, voraciously, ravenously, and Erin was already crying out, her eyes shut tight, her face turning crimson. Tina couldn’t tell if she was coming yet or not, but it looked like she was at least very close.

Next to them on the soft plush carpet, Tina’s daughter Amanda was in a 69 with Bambi, both lying on their sides, their arms wrapped around each other. It made her smile. Those two, the ‘twins’, were almost inseparable. And what a sight it was, a pair of 10-year-old blondes having sex, eagerly licking each other’s hairless little pussies. So delicious.

Another 69 was taking place on the sofa, with 12-year-old Fiona underneath her mother, Sheila. The woman was rocking her pussy back and forth in Fiona’s mouth while sucking and licking the girl’s clit and making hungry ‘nom-nom’ sounds.

Tina stood and watched them, paralyzed.

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It erupted as soon as the door was closed, a gaggle of girls giggling and gabbing: “More kissing!” “Yeah!” “Should we take off our clothes?” “Okay!” “Kelly, can you show us how now?” “Show us what?” “I get Gwen first!” “What about me?” “I wanna kiss everybody at once!” “Me too!” “Wanna play Pony?”

It was that last remark, made by Jordan, that grabbed Kelly’s attention.

“Wait — did you, um, did you play Pony with, like, with Mommy last night, I mean, with Stephanie?”

“No.”

Kelly looked disappointed.

“We played Pony-Pony, though,” Jordan chirped, “and she liked it!”

Another burst of excited overlapping questions: “What’s Pony-Pony?” “Is it a game?” “How do you play?” “Can you show us?” “Is it sex?”

Kelly managed to shush everyone and then knelt in front of Jordan and took the child’s hands in hers. “I think I do want you to show me, you know, teach me how to play that game, Pony. But, uh, can you just tell me about it first? Tell me what it is?”

Jordan frowned and tried to explain. “Um, you just, you play Pony by, if I ride on you, on your tongue, like a pony. Or you on me. Nanna showed me how. I do it with Mommy too. Mommy’s tongue is the pony and I ride on it. Or she rides on me. My tongue is the pony then. See?”

None of the others appeared to have a clear understanding of what she meant, but Kelly thought she knew. It seemed unlikely, of course, almost unbelievable — but then this was Jordan, so maybe she really was having oral sex with her mother, and with her grandmother too!

Now, however, Kelly had a choice to make. Was she actually going to go through with this? Should she do as she’d said and let the little girl show her how to play the game?

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Bridget frowned as she studied Tina. Why was the woman just standing there? Didn’t she want to join in with the rest of them? Bridget was in an overstuffed chair with her daughter Debby sitting on her lap. She’d been kissing and petting the 9-year-old, but then had glanced up and noticed Tina holding back for some reason.

At first she thought, well, maybe that’s what turns her on, simply watching, although she wasn’t masturbating or anything. More likely it’s because she’s shy, like me. After giving Debby one more kiss on the lips, Bridget got up and went to Tina, bringing Debby with her.

“Hey,” she said.

“Hey,” replied Tina, smiling and showing her dimples, hands clasped nervously behind her back.

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Eve took another sip of her brandy and smiled at Veronica. Her gaze went to Stephanie, then to Stacie, and finally to Carol. The women all were very attractive and very appealing to her, as were the children, of course. But she still wasn’t sure of their intentions. So far, most of the talk had been fairly innocuous, about where they lived and their jobs and raising kids and so forth.

There seemed to be something left unsaid, however, an undercurrent of forbidden sexual desires. Eve had a strong sense that these women might share the same deep longings that she felt, a lust for their own daughters, possibly even fulfilled, and yet… and yet how could she be certain? That wasn’t something you just brought up in casual conversation. How could she find out?

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Bridget smiled at Tina, simply holding her gaze for a moment, trying to convey a sense of safety and of acceptance, but also of desire. Finally she leaned forward and softly kissed the pretty brunette on the mouth. Tina returned the kiss somewhat tentatively. Bridget drew away, but only slightly, and there was a pause as they looked into each other’s eyes, exchanging warm breath, their faces very close. When they kissed a second time, there was more passion, more heat between them.

After they finished the second kiss, Bridget led Tina over to the chair. She sat, and Debby got back on her lap. Tina sat on the arm of the chair. Bridget took Tina’s hand in hers and placed it over her breast.

“Feel how hard my nipple is?”

“Uh-huh,” Tina nodded.

“That’s because I want you. You’re a beautiful sexy woman, and I want you, very much. But you know what?”

“What?”

“I also want my daughter, my little girl who’s only 9 years old. I want both of you. You understand that, don’t you? You have a daughter, and you’ve had sex with her. You told me that, right?”

“Yeah, um, yes, I have.”

“Does she… does she have orgasms?”

“Oh, yeah, definitely,” Tina giggled. “All the time.”

Bridget put a hand between her own legs, slipping a finger inside her labia. She was very wet. “Mmm, that’s nice, I want to see you lick your daughter and make her come in your mouth. Will you let me watch you do that?”

Tina glanced over at Amanda who was locked in a tight embrace with Bambi, the two of them squirming and mewling. “Well, um, she’s sort of busy right now.”

“I know,” chuckled Bridget. “I meant later on, later tonight. Right now I want you to lick me and make me come. Would you do that? Will you lick my pussy?”

“Uhhh… yeah, okay. Except I haven’t done it very much. I’ll try, though.”

“I’m sure you’ll do just fine,” Bridget purred as she rubbed herself. “I’m so turned on right now it won’t take much. Just put your finger inside my pussy and your tongue on my clit, okay?”

“Okay.”

“And Debby, sweetie, will you let Mommy lick you? Can I lick your little pussy while Miss Tina is licking mine?”

Debby had tried to keep watching and listening to her mom and this other lady, but she’d also been distracted by all the different stuff going on in the room — like her Aunt Sheila being on top of Fiona on the sofa, and Bambi and Amanda doing kind of the same thing on the floor, only on their sides, and then that lady with the big boobs, Bambi’s mom, going so crazy with Erin, doing whatever it was she was doing to her, and Erin was like screaming now, almost crying or something — was she okay?

“Is Erin okay?”

“Oh, uh, yeah, she’s just fine, honey,” Bridget assured her daughter. “She’s having, you know, what I told you about before, an orgasm.”

“That’s a loud one.”

“Yes, it is,” Bridget chuckled. “But don’t you worry about her, she’s fine. It just means she’s having a very good time, feeling really good.”

“Okay.”

While she was explaining this, Bridget had slid forward in the chair so she could open her legs wide for Tina, and she’d also shifted Debby from her lap onto the arm of the chair. But just then, as Tina was kneeling between Bridget’s legs, still looking a bit unsure of herself, they suddenly heard Fiona starting to squeal on the sofa, evidently coming in her mother’s mouth. Moments later, there were more sounds of little girl orgasms from both Amanda and Bambi as they brought each other to simultaneous climaxes.

“Wow,” Tina sighed, looking around the room and shaking her head.

She could hardly believe she was really there, doing this. She still felt nervous inside but also incredibly excited. What an opportunity this was! She really didn’t want to waste it being a scaredy-cat.

Tina licked her lips and turned back to Bridget, studying the woman’s pussy, smelling her arousal, getting ready to eat her. She hoped she would be able to do it well enough. Then she glanced up and saw that Debby was straddling the overstuffed chair, a knee on either arm. Bridget had her hands on the child’s bottom and was pulling her close. Tina could see her tongue sliding up and down through the wet pink furrow. God it was so hot, so fucking hot.

She looked down at Bridget’s cunt again. It made her mouth water. And then she remembered Angela’s words: “Don’t worry about doing it right. Just love her.” Well, maybe she didn’t love Bridget, not the way she loved Amanda, but she loved pussy, she knew that for sure. So she pushed a finger up inside that hot juicy hole, hearing Bridget moan, then closed her eyes and began licking.

 Continue on to Chapter 42

Kissing Practice, Part Two

  • Posted on October 21, 2015 at 10:00 am

By JetBoy

Kelly was out on her fourth date with Bart. Mom was out playing mah-jongg with her friends, like she did every Friday. I was idly thumbing through a cheap sci-fi paperback, passing the hours until Kelly got home.

Suddenly I heard a key opening the front door. It couldn’t be Mom, because she always came in through the garage. Besides, she’d only left fifteen minutes ago. So I figured it had to be my sister. Glancing up at the clock, I was surprised to see that it was only 8:30. What was Kelly doing home so soon?

I heard quiet footsteps in the foyer, and then Kelly came into the living room. The thoughtful, serious look on her face puzzled me… I could tell that something had happened. But what?

“Kelly… why are you home so early? It’s only–”

“I need to talk to you, Kris,” she said quietly.

“Well… sure,” I replied nervously. “What — what’s the matter?”

“Let’s go upstairs,” Kelly softly murmured.

My heart was pounding as we climbed the stairs to our room. Something was wrong. Was Kelly going to tell me that we couldn’t fool around anymore, that she had to be true to Bart? Would she never kiss or touch me again? The thought of losing what I had with my sister had me paralyzed with fear.

I sat numbly on my bed as Kelly closed the door behind her. She gazed at me for a long moment, and I felt as if I were about to burst into tears. Then she spoke.

“I… I broke up with Bart tonight.”

I was confused. “Why?” I asked softly.

Kelly sat next to me and looked at her hands. “I don’t love him.” Bewildered, I was about to speak when my sister raised her face to mine, transfixing me with her shining eyes. “I love you,” she whispered.

It was like the earth shifted beneath my feet. I could feel the blood draining from my face as her words hit home. My sister… in love with me? I felt exhilarated and utterly terrified at the same time. Unable to speak, I just stared at her, my mouth slack.

Kelly lowered her face, her eyes brimming with tears. “I’m… I’m s-sorry, Kris,” she gulped. “I didn’t mean for this to happen.” I could see her struggling not to cry. “We were just having fun, I thought… m-making each other, you know, feel good…” She sighed. “But, somehow… you and me — it became, well, a lot more.” She raised her face, and her eyes met mine. “And I fell in love with you. With my own sister!” A sob burst from her throat.

A torrent of feelings raced through me. I quickly knelt before Kelly and grabbed her hand. “Please don’t cry,” I whispered. I brought her hand to my mouth and kissed her palm, then gazed up at my sweet, wonderful sister, my heart brimming with emotion. “Oh, Kelly,” I said softly, “I love you, too.” I drew her into my arms, pulling her down onto the bed with me.

Her moist eyes held a question, and I answered. “Listen… I’m glad you broke up with Bart. I want you all to myself. I want to be your girlfriend.”

My sister’s face began to slowly light up. “Y-you do?”

I was practically dizzy with relief, unable to restrain a giggle. “You… you goofball. You nearly scared me to death, you know that?” Her eyes furrowed as I tried to explain. “I thought that you were gonna tell me you didn’t want to… be with me any more. That’s what I was afraid of. That you were about to dump me.”

“No way,” Kelly said emphatically, a smile illuminating her face like a sunrise. She squeezed my hand. “I’d never dump you, sis.”

“Better not,” I murmured, rising to my feet. She stood, too, and I wrapped my arms around her, holding my sister close. My lips brushed her ear as I whispered, “Take my clothes off, Kelly. Make love to me.”

Her mouth found mine, and we shared a warm kiss that quickly grew passionate. My hands slid down Kelly’s back to fondle her bottom, and she hummed her approval. Breaking away, she began to fumble for the buttons on the old flannel shirt of hers that I wore around the house. Clumsy in her excitement, it took Kelly longer to undress me than it should have, and she made little impatient sounds as she worked.

Finally, though, I stood before my sister, pulsing with anticipation as she drank in the sight of my nude body.

“You’re so beautiful,” she whispered. “God, how could I have gone out on all those dates with Bart, when the whole time I had you here, right under my nose?” She shook her head. “I was actually making out with you, Kris… and I still didn’t understand how I really felt, not until tonight.”

I drew closer, reaching for the bottom of the cute pink sweater she wore. “It doesn’t matter, Kel. I don’t think I knew I was in love with you, either — but I sure do now.”

With that, I began to strip my sexy sister. I took my time, wanting to savor the moment — pulling her sweater up and off, unhooking her skirt and letting it slip to the floor, unfastening her bra and sliding it over her silky arms, finally kneeling to slowly tug her panties down to ring her ankles. Somehow, the sight of Kelly’s bare feet stepping out of her undies totally thrilled me.

I gazed up at my sister, now completely naked. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I buried my face in the softness of her tummy, nuzzling her there, basking in the sweet perfume of Kelly’s skin.

“C’mon, Kris,” she cooed, giving my shoulder a squeeze. “Let’s get into bed.”

Moments later, my beautiful sister and I were lying beneath the sheets and kissing hungrily, as we’d done so many times before. Yet now it was different, completely new. For the first time, our lovemaking wasn’t a game — this time it was all about us.

We kept the pace slow and easy at first, exploring each other with a genuine sense of wonder. When I kissed Kelly’s breasts, or sucked on her fingers, or stroked her thighs, I kept telling myself, This is my lover’s body. I was greedy, ravenous for my big sister.

At one point we were lying entwined, mouths locked together, tongues dancing back and forth as we fingered each other’s pussies. I was moaning, on the verge of exploding, when Kelly suddenly broke away.

“Ooooohh!” I cried, frustrated. “What’re you doing, Kel? I w-was so close!”

“Shhhhh,” she soothed, touching my lips. “That’s why, sis. I didn’t want you to finish just yet.” With that, Kelly moved down my body, leaving a trail of kisses along the way until she lay sprawled between my legs. “I’ve thought about doing this to you for days — only I didn’t have the nerve, not until now.”

Then she began to kiss my pussy.

How do I describe it, that first time my sister went down on me? I’d heard some vague, hushed descriptions of oral sex from girls I knew, but nothing I took seriously. The idea of getting kissed “down there,” seemed more, well, ridiculous than anything.

But when I felt Kelly’s mouth touch my bare slit, I was lost to all reason.

Her kisses were incredibly tender at first, like whispered words caressing my sex. Then I felt her lips part as Kelly began to kiss me like a lover, the tip of her tongue joining in. Then she took that first long lick, trailing from the cleft of my bottom up to the tip of the clit.

Things got all crazy and mixed up in my head after that. My sister was going down on me while I stared sightlessly at the ceiling, her mouth and tongue taking me places I’d never been, never imagined could exist.

Like every time Kelly got me off, I felt the storm build inside me — gently at first, then swelling like a gray cloud filled with rain, the grumbling of thunder mounting into a deep roar. But now there was the warming glow of my sister’s love, mingling with the storm’s fury, feeding my pleasure. She loves me, I kept thinking, radiant with joy. Kelly is in love with me!

Then she took my clit between her lips and sucked at it like a tiny nipple — and everything came crashing down.

I’d never imagined feeling so wonderful. Like drinking from the sun, my soul warmed by its golden nectar. I trembled and shook helplessly, unable to do much more than absorb pleasure. And pleasure there was, in abundance. It seemed to last forever.

Finally, though, I lay limp and spent, just conscious enough to register Kelly taking me into her arms, nuzzling my cheek. Without thinking I turned my face to hers, lips parting to receive my big sister’s kiss.

Kelly’s mouth was wet from my pussy, and I moaned with delight to know that I was tasting myself as our tongues lazily tangled.

I felt so mellow and at peace with everything that I could have fallen asleep right then — only I realized with a fresh surge of excitement that my sister was waiting for me to make love to her.

Suddenly filled with renewed energy, I grabbed a squealing Kelly and wrestled her onto her back, then claimed her mouth in a rough kiss. I was on fire, bent on making my big sister come like never before.

Moving down Kelly’s body, I buried my face in her breasts — kissing and licking them all over, teasing the nipples with tiny bites that made her squeal.

Usually, I liked to linger over Kelly’s chest, spending a long while pleasuring her titties with my mouth and hands. But right then, all I could think of was her wet pussy and how badly I needed to get down between those beautiful bare legs and lick.

Before I knew it, I was on my belly, staring at her vulva and moistening my lips. Kelly’s sex looked lovely and smelled divine. She had a neatly trimmed triangle of pubic curls, a darker shade of blonde than the hair on her head.

With trembling fingers I opened her, revealing fiery pink flesh that shone with wetness. That’s her cunt, I thought, the word that I had never spoken before now echoing in my mind. My sister’s cunt.

Slowly, as if I had all the time in the world, I drew close, Kelly’s thighs brushing my cheeks. I parted my lips and, with the very tip of the tongue, traced along her opening as if it were a mouth.

“Ohhh, Kris,” she whispered, “th-that feels amazing…”

The taste of her, rich and thick, made me crave more — and I helped myself, covering Kelly’s sex with my mouth, my tongue probing into her.

Somehow I instinctively knew what to do; how to pleasure Kelly. Perhaps it was the sisterly bond between us, the tie of shared blood. Every swipe of my tongue had her mewling with delight, each kiss and playful nibble sent a quiver through her body that I could feel.

With quivering hands, Kelly cradled my head, held me to her while I licked and sucked at the entrance to her womanly center, my sister’s fluids flowing freely. I drank from her.

Kelly’s clitoris enticed me. As a young girl who regularly masturbated, I was on intimate terms with that special part of a woman’s body, that fleshy key that opened the gateway to delight. Licking a path along the delicate opening to her vagina, I gave my sister’s clit a tiny flick of the tongue.

“Oooooh!” Kelly squeaked. “Omigod, Kris… k-keep doing that!”

Eager to oblige, I closed my lips around the tiny bulb and began to suckle.

Kelly’s response was immediate, her slender frame first shuddering helplessly — little quiverings that soon grew almost violent as my big sister began to come.

A low moan issued from her throat, quickly mounting into a wild cry. Her thighs squeezed my face so tightly it hurt, but I soldiered on — nursing at Kelly while she squirmed beneath me, lost in ecstasy.

Finding my sister’s clitoris with a finger, I began to clumsily masturbate her, my mouth sliding down to cover Kelly’s dripping cunt once more. Her honey, thick and luscious, trickled down my throat as I sucked at the warm, fleshy opening, thirsting for more.

Suddenly she was thrusting me away, gasping, “Kris, stop! I can’t — I c-can’t — I can’t…”

Startled, I raised myself, falling back on my haunches, and watched Kelly as she sank back into her pillow, breath escaping from her like a slowly deflating beach ball.

She lay quietly for a while, motionless but for the rise and fall of her glistening breasts. Then her eyes slowly drifted open, and she gave me a sleepy smile. “C’mere, you,” she purred, beckoning me to her with a finger.

I nestled into my sister, and she cradled my face in her hands, gazing at me with adoring eyes. “I love you, Kris. Really love you.”

“I love you too, Kelly,” I sighed, every atom of me radiant with happiness. We shared a sweet, lazy French kiss, then I rolled onto my back, lying next to my sister. Her hand crept into mine.

Neither of us spoke for awhile. I guess I was overwhelmed right then, my mind whirling with the crazy reality of what had just happened between Kelly and me. How could sisters be in love with one another? There was nothing to compare these feelings to, no point of reference. I was an explorer in an unfamiliar land, making my way without map or compass.

Finally, Kelly turned to me. “Maybe it’s wrong for me to feel this way about you, sis,” she murmured, “but I don’t think so. Actually, I don’t even care if it’s wrong or not. I want us to be together, for always. Until we’re both weird old ladies — living in a big house full of cats!” She giggled, then gave me a shy smile. “What’cha think, Kris? Wanna be mine, for ever and ever?”

Tugging at Kelly’s shoulder, I coaxed her into my arms, her body resting atop mine. I placed a tiny kiss on my sister’s chin, then nuzzled the softness of her neck. “Yeah… absolutely. I’ll never want anyone like I do you.”

Our mouths came together again, and we kissed for a long while, our tongues playing little teasing games until I felt my desire mounting once more.

But Kelly broke away with a sigh. “Damn, sis… I want to make love to you again. But Mom’s gonna be home before long. We’ve gotta clean ourselves up.”

“That’s cool,” I replied. “No school tomorrow, after all… we’ll just pick up where we left off after she goes to bed. Hey, wanna take a shower with me?”

“Oooohh, great idea!” Kelly squealed. “I like the way you think, Kris. We can get clean and dirty at the same time!”

Hand in hand, we padded naked into the bathroom that adjoined our room, giggling like little kids while we climbed into the shower.

Was that ever an amazing experience! Kelly and I took turns soaping one another up, then we rubbed our slippery bodies together beneath the flowing water like we were dirty dancing, kissing again and again and again. Then Kelly’s hand found its way between my legs, and she began to masturbate me. Unwilling to let my big sister have all the fun, I sought out her pussy, exploring her with my fingers.

“Yeah, that’s it,” she panted. “Just… just like that, baby sister.”

I was licking her neck, holding Kelly to me as she slowly drew her nails down my back with her free hand. Then that hand was fondling my ass, two fingers probing in between to play with my butthole. I’d never even thought of touching her there, but it felt great.

The whole thing was freaky, but fantastic and wild — the way sex always was wild in the grownup paperback novels that the girls at school passed around under the teachers’ noses.

Before very long Kelly and I were clutching each other tightly, hanging on for dear life as we came.

My head was spinning like a yo-yo, and the heat we’d built up in the shower must have really gotten to me, because the next thing I remember is finding myself sitting on the slick tile, slumped against the wall. Kelly had just turned off the water and was reaching down to grasp my arm.

“C’mon, Kris,” she spoke soothingly, helping me to my feet. “Damn, you scared me for a second there — I thought you’d passed out!”

“I’m okay,” I muttered, though I still allowed Kelly to lead me from the shower stall. The air was cooler outside, and it managed to clear most of the fog from my mind.

“Hurry up and get dry!” Kelly demanded, yanking a towel from the rack and thrusting it at me. “Mom’s gonna be home before long… we spent too much time in the shower.” Grabbing the matching towel for herself, she began to vigorously rub her body down.

Moments later, my sister and I were struggling into our night wear — sweatpants and a faded old Elton John t-shirt for Kelly, candy-striped pajamas for me. Not a stitch on underneath, of course.

By the time we heard the loud hum of the electric garage door that signaled Mom’s arrival home, Kelly and I were sprawled out on the overstuffed sofa with the TV on, pretending to watch Johnny Carson.

“Hey, kids,” she murmured as she peeked into the living room.

“Hey, Mom,” we dutifully answered, then I added, “How’d the mah-jongg go?”

Entering the room, she set her purse on the end table. “Pretty good… I came out about fifteen, sixteen dollars ahead.” She glanced at my sister. “What about you — how was your big date?”

Kelly shrugged. “Oh, I dunno… I think I may be over Bart. He’s handsome and all, but all he can talk about is football, football, football. Gets dull as dishwater after a while.”

Mom snorted. “Well, so much for that grand passion. I suppose I should be glad that you’re discussing sports instead of making out.”

“Oh, we did some of that, too…” Kelly grinned.

“Do me a favor — spare the details,” Mom protested, raising both hands as if in defense. “Just don’t make me a grandmother for at least ten more years, okay?”

Kelly gave me a quick smile. “I promise.”

“Good.” Mom slipped out of her coat; hung it on the rack. “Honestly, I never really saw you as the kind of girl to be dating athletes, anyhow. I suspect you’ll probably end up with a brainy type. Good-looking, of course!” she added with a laugh.

My sister glanced at me again, a light in her eyes that made me a puddle inside. “Hmmm… y’know, Mom, I think you’re probably right.”

I could feel myself blushing hotly; luckily, Mom didn’t notice. “Well, I’m turning in,” she said, pausing to yawn. “You girls don’t stay up too late, okay? I don’t care if it is Saturday, you’re not lounging in bed until noon.”

“Okay, Mom,” I said. “Night-night.”

“Sweet dreams,” Kelly murmured.

“Night, girls.” Mom gave us a brief salute, then left. We heard the muffled cadence of footsteps, growing fainter as she made her way down the hall to her bedroom.

Kelly leaned toward me. “You go upstairs first,” she said, keeping her voice low. “Get undressed and into bed. I’ll watch this for another ten minutes or so, then come up and join you.”

I was grinning in delight, already craving more of my sister. Darting in to plant a brief kiss on her mouth, I got up, making my way to the stairs. Glancing back at Kelly, I felt a surge of renewed lust as she slowly licked her lips, reaching up to fondle her left breast, her eyes burning into mine.

Entering our dark bedroom my heart was racing. I quickly divested myself of my pajama top, stepped out of the bottoms, then slid naked between the cool sheets of my big sister’s bed. The dim illumination of Kelly’s clock spelled out the time: 11:23.

The next few minutes seemed to inch by, moving slowly as a glacier. I tried and failed to keep myself from looking again and again at the clock, wishing I’d told her, Ten minutes? Make it five, lover.

The thought of that last word made me shiver deliciously, and I passed the time letting the idea echo in my mind: Lover. My sister Kelly is my lover. I longed to shout it to the sky, to let the universe know about this amazing thing that had happened to me. To us.

Thankfully, it was only seven minutes before Kelly entered the bedroom. Closing the door behind her, she stepped into the spilled moonlight and posed sexily for me, hands on her thighs. “Hey there, baby sister.”

To this day, I still recall how beautiful she was at that moment — and how much I hungered to have her in my arms. “Hey, Kelly,” I whispered. “Come be with me.”

Her arms crossed as she reached down to grasp the hem of the t-shirt she wore, drawing it up and off to bare her breasts. Even in the pale, buttery light, I could see that her nipples were erect.

Turning around, Kelly planted both legs wide apart, shifting her hips to and fro like a belly dancer, but slowly, almost lazily. I felt the heat of lust bloom inside as I drank in the sight of her sexy movements, knowing that she was putting on this erotic display for my benefit.

For an instant I almost felt sorry for Bart Davis. What was he doing right then? Probably at home, glumly fondling his dick and moping over the hot night he’d expected to have with my big sister. The night I was enjoying instead.

Tucking her thumbs beneath the waistband of her sweatpants, Kelly slid them down, exposing the creamy globes of her buttocks one tantalizing inch at a time. I was hypnotized; heart smashing against my rib cage, the fierce, ravenous need for my sister squeezing me like the paws of some enormous beast. I wanted to leap from the bed and fall upon Kelly, take her on the floor where she stood, make her scream my name.

She pushed her sweats down to her ankles, straightening to step from them, pausing to pose for me. Her ass seemed to glow in the spilled light; a new moon, even lovelier than the one in the sky.

It occurred to me that, having lavished so much attention on other parts of Kelly’s body, I’d neglected that luscious bottom. Well, I’d make up for that soon enough. I wanted to hug it, caress it, shower it with kisses.

Kelly slowly turned and advanced toward the bed, the pad, pad, pad of her barefooted tread matching the thumping of my heart. Then my sister was beneath the sheets with me, her naked body pressed tightly against mine, mouths and tongues joined in a ravenous kiss, legs entwined.

I bathed in the clean, fresh smell of her, craving Kelly so desperately that I ached inside — never mind that we’d last made love less than an hour ago. We were in each other’s arms, morning seemed ages away, and the night was ours.

*****

From then on, Kelly and I were a couple; lovers in secret. We shared our bodies, our sex, our souls nearly every night, and in the daytime when we could. My sister and I exchanged valentines, wrote love poems, even bought each other rings with money we’d saved.

In order to maintain the illusion of being “normal,” Kelly occasionally dated boys; I did the same a couple of years later. Since neither of us would do more than kiss — and not much of that — the guys would usually grow impatient and move on before long. I had a stroke of luck at fifteen, finding a gay male friend named Edwin who needed his own camouflage. He and I kept a fake relationship going through my last three years of high school. I told him I was a lesbian, though he never knew about my sister.

We eventually had to confess the truth to our mother, not long after I started college. Concealing our love from her required too much effort and calculation for us to keep up, and the resulting stress was making us both crazy. Besides, we felt guilty about keeping Mom in the dark about such a huge part of our lives.

So one day, Kelly and I sat Mom down and broke the news to her as gently as we could. I was a bundle of nerves, and though my big sister seemed calm, I knew from the endless discussions we’d had on the topic that she was frightened, too. We simply had no idea how our mother would respond.

Imagine our surprise, then, when Mom informed us that she’d known our secret for several years! Kelly and I sat there gaping at her like idiots while she explained.

The seeds of her suspicion were planted, incredibly enough, by a certain look that she’d seen my sister and I exchange one evening. “I’ve been around the block a few times,” she said, “and I know what it means when two people look at each other that way, even if they are sisters.”

Once the idea had taken root, the signs of our sexual intimacy were easy enough to pick up on. We always shared my bed, then Kelly messed hers up in the morning so it looked as if it had been slept in. “You girls should have used the other bed now and then,” Mom told us. “One set of sheets was always a lot cleaner whenever I washed them.”

It turned out that our mother was less upset about us having sex than she was at our lack of honesty; she had always encouraged us to be open with her about anything and everything. This was the first time since we were kids that Kelly and I had worked so hard to deceive her, and admitting that made us feel ashamed.

Mom admitted that she didn’t really understand how sisters could fall in love. “Maybe murder each other,” she shrugged. “Lord knows your Aunt Linda and I came close to that a time or two!” She couldn’t help but worry about the huge risks my sister and I were taking; still, Mom gave us her blessing, taking Kelly and I into her arms when we both began to cry.

Our dear mother is gone now, and more than three decades have flown by since that momentous night when my sister and I kissed for the first time. We are still together, still lovers.

Kelly and I live in a small California town, a place where no one knows of the family bond that links us. We have kept our secret well, even from the few women who have shared our bed.

Both of us have indulged in brief flings and one-nighters with other female partners; never anything serious. Somehow Kelly and I know without saying so that we’re together for the long haul, come what may. It’s a beautiful valentine of a love story, and being part of it is the best thing that ever happened to me.

*****

When I first posted this story at Leslita two years ago, I dedicated it to Cheryl Taggert, one of the first authors of lesbian erotica that I encountered on the internet — and now my beloved partner at Juicy Secrets. From the first, her stories were always guaranteed to get my motor purring, and I quickly learned to keep an eye out for new ones. Joining forces with her and Naughty Mommy at this site has been one of the highlights of my year. I can’t give her a hug or a bouquet of flowers, so this little story of mine will have to suffice. Love ya, Cheryl.

Kissing Practice, Part One

  • Posted on October 21, 2015 at 9:53 am

By JetBoy

I’ve always looked up to my big sister Kelly. She is intelligent, sweet and beautiful, and I emulated her in every way. I used to dream of being as pretty as she was. We had shared the same bedroom since I was a little girl, and were close enough to actually prefer living together.

My sister and I were both incredibly bright, though very different in temperament. Kelly was the outgoing type, both brainy and popular. She was one of the stars of the debate team, and performed in nearly all of the plays put on by the theater department. In fact, she’d played the lead in the school production of Our Town – Emily, the girl who marries young and dies in childbirth — and gave such a great performance that she had most of the audience in tears, myself and our parents included.

Me, I was the quiet, smart kid; always with my nose buried in a book or writing poems, not especially into being noticed or making a splash. I saw being popular as too much work, preferring to have a few carefully chosen friends who really understood me. And my very best friend in the world was Kelly. I’d known for a long, long time how lucky I was to have an older sibling who didn’t see me as an irritant, or behave as if I didn’t exist.

Kelly made it her mission to assist me through my awkward preteen years. She was always willing to share the secrets of her maturing body with me as she grew into womanhood. Kelly showed me when her breasts started to develop, and I remember gazing in awe at her budding chest. When I got my period for the first time, her soothing words and little kindnesses made what might have been an awful experience into a happy one. She even let me know when she began to grow pubic hair, baring her private parts to me so I could see what was happening to her.

I felt happy for my sister, seeing what an amazing young woman she had ripened into — but I couldn’t help but feel impatient as well, since it sometimes seemed like I was taking forever to catch up. When she began to date, I wanted to as well, and I began to look at the boys in my class differently.

When I was twelve, and Kelly fifteen, she got asked out on her first really big date. That’s when our sisterly relationship started to become something more.

It was 1983. Ronald Reagan was president, Michael Jackson ruled the airwaves, and girls in our part of Virginia were still more or less expected to stay virgins until they married. Of course, a lot of them didn’t, but most of the girls at least pretended that they were chaste. No one wanted to be labeled a slut, after all.

By this time, Kelly had gone to a movie or two with boys from her class, but nothing serious. Then one day she came home, beside herself with excitement, and rushed me to our bedroom to tell me the news: an older boy had asked her out — none other than Bart Davis, the junior quarterback on the high school football team! I squealed as she told me about how he had asked her to go to the school dance with him, and how all the other girls were jealous. We went on talking for the rest of the day about how wonderful it was going to be for her.

Kelly was floating on Cloud Nine for the rest of the week. She confided in me that she was hoping that he would ask her to go steady, and shared whispered conversations with me at night about how awesome it would be to have Bart for her boyfriend. The dance was planned for Saturday night, and we were already planning her outfit on Wednesday.

But that Thursday, some of the older girls at school gave Kelly a hard time — saying she was still just a kid, teasing her about being too young and inexperienced to go out with a guy like Bart. She came home fighting back tears. It was her first real date, and she was suddenly afraid.

“Kel, what’s the big deal?” I asked her as we sat together on her bed on Thursday night. “I mean, like, he asked you out. You’ve gone out with boys before.”

“But this is different, Kris,” she told me. “This is my first real date at a dance and all, and he’s an older guy. Like, what if he wants to kiss me? I — I’ve never kissed a boy before… not a real kiss, anyway.”

“You haven’t?” I asked her incredulously.

“No,” she told me, “just a peck on the lips with Dan when we went to the movies. That was nothing.” She started to cry. “That’s what I’m worried about. He is going to, to expect me to know how to kiss him, and I’ve never even done it. If I mess it up, the other girls will find out — and they’ll never let me h-hear the end of it.” She was sobbing now. “Everyone w-will laugh at me, Kris!”

I wrapped my arms around Kelly and held her close. She continued to cry as we hugged. I wanted to help her out so badly, but had no idea how. I mean, this was my older sister, the girl I idolized, who I’d always thought of as being so much more worldly than me — weeping in my arms, terrified of flubbing her first kiss.

I patted her back consolingly. “You should practice kissing before you go out with him, Kel,” I murmured.

She gazed helplessly at me. “Who c-could I get to do that?” she cried. “If I asked any boy to help me learn how to kiss and the word got out, I’d be finished at school. Everyone would think I was a total geek!”

“Well… what about one of your girl friends?” I replied. “Like Lynn. She’d help you out, wouldn’t she?”

Kelly slowly shook her head. “I couldn’t ask another girl to kiss me, Kris. What if she told someone? I mean, Lynn’s a real friend, but she can’t keep a secret. And if that got around at school…” She shook her head again. “No way. I wouldn’t dare.”

I grimaced. “Yeah, you’re right. Lame idea.”

Suddenly Kelly sat back and stared at me. “W-would you try it with me, Kris?” she blurted, taking me completely by surprise. “Like, you and I can practice kissing together… couldn’t we? That way I’ll totally know how to do it by Saturday!” Her eyes were bright with excitement.

Her request took me by surprise — I didn’t know what to say! She was my sister, and I did love her, but I’d certainly never thought about kissing her that way. Heck, I’d never even thought about kissing a girl before. Back then, fooling around with someone of your own sex was not the available option it is today.

Still… her suggestion did seem kinda interesting. Weird, but interesting.

“Come on, Kris — it’ll be fun!” she squealed, enthused by this answer to her problem. “I mean, like, you’re my best friend, and we can learn together.”

“Yeah, but…” I started, not sure how I really felt about doing something like that with Kelly. She pleaded with me, though, and what little resistance I had soon faded away.

“Look, sis… you are going to want to know how to kiss someday, right?” she asked, her hand on my arm. “I mean, you’ll be dating yourself in a couple of years. Just think — you’ll probably be the only girl in your grade who’ll know what to do!”

Okay, that sold me on the idea. I smiled and said “All right.”

“Really?” she cried, clapping her hands. “Oh, Kris, this is going to be so great…” Then she fell silent, gazing at me shyly. It was awkward for a moment, the two of us staring at each other.

She took a deep breath. “Okay. Let’s do this. Why don’t you pretend that you’re a guy, and it’s our first date, and we’re parked in your car up at Douglas Point.” That was the local make-out spot.

Kelly fell silent and closed her eyes, waiting for me to make the first move.

I trembled inside as I slowly moved towards my sister, bringing my face to hers. Our lips came together in a soft, slow kiss.

We sat there for a moment, our lips pressed together, and I felt Kelly slowly wrap her arms around me. I felt her body press against mine, pushing me back onto the bed, then she shifted so that we lay side by side, our mouths still pressed together, both of us clad in our usual sleeping attire, t-shirts and panties.

Then her tongue slipped into my mouth, and I melted.

Before I even knew what I was doing, I was responding to my sister. Our tongues met, touching tentatively at first as we began to explore, our bodies beginning to throb with heat. It was my first French kiss ever, and I was so excited I was practically shaking!

My big sister and I were making out on her bed, and I loved it! My body was tingling, pulsing with new desires and sensations as we continued to kiss. Many years later, I still get chills when I think about my first “practice” with Kelly, and how happily I savored the sweetness of her mouth on mine.

Suddenly Kelly’s lips left mine, and I nearly protested — but then she was nuzzling my jawline, and I leaned back, mouth falling open as she slowly kissed a pathway down my neck. I adored the softness of her lips against my skin, her tongue tracing the hollow of my throat. She had shifted on top of me by this time, our legs entwined, and we slowly started to grind against one another. Things were getting quite heated when I pushed her head back and moved my lips to her neck.

“Oh Kris, that’s really nice,” she purred. I was kissing her neck like she had mine, tongue trailing along my sister’s beautiful skin, our bodies slowly sliding together as our embrace became hotter and more passionate.

Our kissing continued on for many minutes, both of us loving this mutual first experience at making out. When we eventually broke our embrace we both giggled and hugged one another, telling each other that it was a good thing that we’d just done, feeling happy and thrilled that we now knew how to kiss.

I had blissful dreams that night, reliving the sensation of my sister’s sweet tongue in my mouth.

The next morning was a bit awkward at first. At one point we were both naked at the same time, and there was an instant of sheepish embarrassment when our eyes met. It was a very weird moment that lasted for a few heartbeats, then we broke out laughing.

“Thanks, Kris,” she said, reaching out to touch my bare shoulder. “You really helped me last night. I’ll tell you all about how it went with Bart when I get home.”

I ended up daydreaming through most of my classes, thoughts of kissing my sister stuck in my head. I also found myself observing the boys around me in a new way, and I pictured several guys that I liked kissing me like my sister had done. My body was awash with new feelings, and I drifted home in a happy daze.

The wait was agonizing, as all I wanted was for Kelly to come home and tell me about her date. What I wanted even more was to kiss her again, but I wasn’t sure how she felt about that. After all, if she had a boyfriend of her own, why would she bother making out with her kid sister?.

I tossed and turned under the covers, growing increasingly restless as I waited for her. Suddenly I heard feet treading up the stairs, and sat upright as the door quietly opened and Kelly slipped inside.

She was positively radiant, smiling hugely, and clearly glad to see that I was still awake.

“Let me get cleaned up, and I’ll tell you everything!” she announced, then darted into the bathroom. I waited for her, beside myself with excitement. She was finally home, the moment of truth at hand.

She practically raced back into our room in her nightshirt, jumping into my bed before I could speak and seizing me in a big hug.

“He did it, he kissed me!” she exclaimed as she bounced on my bed, unable to keep from grinning. “It was so wild. We were alone, and he started to kiss me, and then he Frenched me. I’m so glad I got to practice with you, Kris!”

I was delighted that I’d been able to help my big sister, and my heart began to beat faster when she told me, “Y’know, the funny thing is, you kiss better than he does.” She placed a hand on my arm. “Wanna practice some more?”

“Yeah!” I replied immediately with a vigorous nod.

Kelly wrapped her arms around me and our mouths met, lips quickly parting, tongues meeting and mating. As our kiss deepened, we easily shifted about on the bed so that her thigh was pressing between my legs and mine rested between hers. I felt giddy with mixed pleasure and excitement when our bodies began to grind together — gently at first, then with a rising intensity.

Suddenly she drew back. “Would you do something else for me?” she asked, a hint of shyness in her tone. I was nearly out of breath, but managed to nod. Kelly had me so turned on that I was ready to agree to anything she wanted.

“I’m going on another date with Bart next Wednesday,” she told me, her fingers brushing my lips. I flicked at her fingertips with my tongue, not completely following what she was saying, I just wanted to kiss her more. At last we were on equal ground, both of us discovering things together.

What she said next definitely got my attention, though.

“The thing is, he’s older, and more experienced than me,” she told me as I took her finger into my mouth and sucked at it. “I think he’s going to try going to second base with me on our next date. I want to make sure I’m ready for him, so… would you, um, touch me here?” She gestured to her breasts.

I just stared at her as she brought her face back to mine, and we began to kiss again. She paused to shrug out of her bathrobe, leaving her in t-shirt and panties, then shifted so that she was beneath me and I was on top.

I knew what she was waiting for, but I was nervous. I mean, my own sister wanted me to feel her up! Too timid to make my move, I just kept kissing Kelly until she spoke again.

“Go ahead, Kris — I want you to,” she told me, taking my hand and gently pressing it against her chest.

My heart raced as I cupped the soft mound through Kelly’s t-shirt, slowly spreading my fingers apart. She moaned in response, then her mouth crushed into mine, her tongues darting between my lips.

Growing bolder, I began to fondle her breasts. My sister hummed her approval into our kiss, and I could feel my body growing hot with excitement.

We slowly drifted apart, sharing a wide-eyed gaze that said everything about what we were feeling right then. “Oh, Kris,” she whispered, “that feels wonderful. Don’t stop.” I continued to grope her while she drew in closer to nuzzle my neck, her lips and tongue driving me wild with desire as they lightly brushed against my skin.

Our bodies were sliding together, both of my hands now pressed against Kelly’s breasts. She began to suck on my tongue as I teased her nipples.

She suddenly broke away with a breathless gasp. “Hold on!” Clumsily raising herself into a sitting position, Kelly whisked her t-shirt off and threw it aside, then lay back down, pulling me to her. She sighed happily as my hands claimed her breasts, now wondrously bare. “Yesssssss…”

I licked my way down her neck, all nervousness gone as I explored my sister’s body for the first time. My lips found their way to her chest, Kelly’s heart racing frantically as she ran her hands through my hair. Her breast was inches from my face, and I knew what she wanted me to do.

When I ran my tongue across the erect bud of her nipple, my sister whimpered, “Omigod, Kris…” I took it into my mouth, sucking at the tip of her beautiful breast.

I was lost in a new world of pleasure. My body was hot and moist, my own breasts aching to be touched. I moved back up to her face, and we kissed long and hot, writhing against each other on my bed.

We kept at it a little while longer, and then we separated with one last loving kiss and lay back together, nestled side by side. Her hand found mine and gave it a squeeze.

“That was really amazing,” she told me as we cuddled. “You are helping me so much, and it feels good, too! Let’s practice again tomorrow, ‘kay?”

I spent the whole next day in anticipation of that evening. Sure enough, Kelly came to me that night for more “practice.” This time she made out with me, just like I’d done to her. It was amazing. Even though I hadn’t developed as much as Kelly, my breasts were wondrously sensitive, and the feel of her fingers against me was out of this world. I almost swooned with pleasure when she first kissed and licked my nipples.

Gazing deep into my eyes, she locked into a steamy embrace with me, breasts pressing together as our lips and tongues met.

I could feel how hard her nipples were as we hugged, arms passionately entwined around one another. I’d also become increasingly aware of the heat and dampness that mounted between my legs as we kissed, and I knew that she felt the same, just from the warmth of her own sex as it pressed against my thigh.

“Love you, Kris,” she told me, gently placing her hands on my face. I told her that I loved her as well, and we shared another intimate kiss, my sister’s fingers cradling my cheeks as our tongues swirled together.

We fell asleep in each other’s arms, our bodies nestled closely.

By the time of her third date, my big sister and I had been fooling around every single night. Although she did enjoy being with Bart, Kelly admitted to having more fun when she was with me. And although I was still thinking about guys and wanting a boyfriend of my own, those feelings seemed utterly insignificant when I was with my sister.

That evening, while Kelly was out, I mostly spent in my bed — trying to read a book I liked, but I was too restless to focus on the words. Finally, I put the book to one side, turned off the light and tried to rest, only to find myself tossing and turning, bombarded with images of Kelly and Bart kissing, his hands touching her breasts.

I was feeling some pangs of jealousy — but then I smiled when I remembered how Kelly told me I was better at making out than Bart. Still, I felt annoyingly restless, wanting my sister home and in bed with me.

I teased my nipples, the buds erect and sensitive. The familiar heat and wetness began to spread inside of my body and between my legs. For some reason, Kelly and I had yet to touch each other very much below the waist. I’m not sure why, we never discussed it. I was shy, I suppose… and perhaps it would have been crossing a line we weren’t quite ready to cross yet.

That night, however, I was feeling especially bold; longing for more from Kelly. I slipped a hand inside the panties I wore, fingers curving between my thighs. I’d masturbated before, of course, but something about the way I felt right then made touching myself feel absolutely amazing.

Suddenly I knew that I wanted to, had to, touch Kelly this way. This was what I’d been longing to do with my sister, although I hadn’t realized it until then. We’d made each other feel incredible, but had yet to experience the ecstasy of total release.

I nearly bit through my lip as I exploded in orgasm, moaning my sister’s name as I rubbed my pussy.

Bringing two fingers to my mouth, I tasted my sex. All I could think about now was Kelly, how I wanted to share this with her, how badly I longed to touch my sister like this.

I was brimming with anticipation and lust when Kelly finally got home. By now I’d shed my underwear and lay completely naked under the covers. She rushed into the room, stripped down to her panties and slid into bed with me, giving me a soft kiss.

“So… how’d it go with Bart?” I murmured.

“Oh, okay — I had fun,” she told me as she snuggled up to me. “But I’m glad to be home. I felt more like being with you, actually.”

“I have a surprise for you,” I told her with a smile as we shared a quick kiss and embrace.

“Oooohh!” she exclaimed as our bodies came together. “You’re naked!”

I nodded with a smile as she threw the covers back and stared at my nude body for a few heartbeats. Then with a giggle, she whisked off her own panties and drew me into her arms, our bare bodies entwining.

“Mmmmmm, this feels awesome!” she said to me as we pressed into each other. I could feel Kelly’s hot, damp opening against my thigh, and the warmth of her pussy was driving me wild with desire.

“Tell me what happened,” I urged as I kissed her.

“Let’s talk about it later, okay?” she whispered impatiently, “I’ve been wanting to kiss you all day.” She took my face in her hands and planted her mouth on mine. I purred with pleasure as her tongue slid between my lips and we kissed hungrily for a couple of minutes.

Her face was flushed and happy when we broke apart. “So…” she grinned, “what’s this surprise of yours?”

“I’d rather show you than tell you,” I said. “Just lie back.”

Wanting to see her naked, I threw the covers off the bed as she stretched out, smiling at me expectantly. I rolled on my side, facing her, and touched her gently. She smiled, and my hands began to roam over her nude body as my mouth sought out hers again. As we kissed, I trailed my hand down between her thighs, and we both moaned as my fingers brushed over her mound.

“Oh, yes, Kris! Touch me… touch my pussy!” she blurted, responding to my bold caresses.

“D-do you like that?”

“Ohhh, yes… ohhh, God, it’s so… OH!” Her body jerked as my fingers slid between her moist pussy lips. I touched her the same way I’d fondled myself, getting my fingers wet with the essences of my sweet sister.

Then I got a really hot idea. I brought my pussy-wet fingers up to my lips and tasted them.

Kelly got incredibly excited watching me do that, and her tongue joined mine. “Mmmmm…” we both purred as I held my fingers between our eager mouths. We both licked and sucked her juice from my fingers, and I gasped as she suddenly slid her hand down my body and between my legs, fingering me like I had her.

“Yes! Oh, yes… oh Kelly, d-don’t stop!” I cried as she toyed with my pussy. It felt great when I’d done it to myself, but it was unbelievable when she did it to me. My sister and I kissed hotly as we fingered each other, both of us growing more delirious by the second.

I wanted to go further, though — to put my fingers inside her.

“God, Kris — omigod that feels so GOOD!” she cried as I slipped one finger deep into her hot, slippery hole. Right away, she did the same to me… and the sensation was dizzying. I was trembling now as she began to slide that wicked finger in and out, in and out.

We quickly found a mutual rhythm, both us moaning as our pleasure soared even higher. I felt like I was going to explode, but the sensations just grew more and more intense.

Then Kelly touched my clit with her thumb… and that was IT! My body seized up as indescribable waves of purest ecstasy crashed over me, one after another. It was all I could do not to scream out loud. I could feel the breath shuddering out of my lungs in hoarse bursts of “Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh!” My hand was still between my sister’s legs, fingers frantically thrusting in and out as I worked to bring her off.

And then she was climaxing too, her face suddenly against my chest, her breath hot on my skin as she bucked and rocked on my hand. We leaned against one another, trembling as our orgasms crested and slowly — so slowly! — receded.

We slept together again that night, peacefully slumbering in each other’s arms.

I woke up very early the next morning, and gazed at my sister’s beautiful body. I had always wanted to be just like her, and now Kelly and I were playing sex games together. I shivered with excitement as I stared at her erect nipples, and lowered my head, extending my tongue to lick one.

Moving slowly, I slid my hand between Kelly’s legs and gently caressed the pink folds of her pussy. Her breathing grew faster as I toyed with her, and she slowly opened her eyes with a smile.

“Good morning,” she cooed. “Damn, that feels incredible.”

I leaned up to kiss Kelly as my fingers brushed her pussy, and she whimpered into my mouth as I pleasured her. She quickly became wet, and my finger was just starting to inch inside her vagina when we heard our mother moving around.

We quickly separated, and she dove into her bed just minutes before Mom opened our bedroom door. She told us both that it was time to get up, then left without a backward glance.

Laughing with my sister at what a close shave that had been, we both emerged from our beds and hugged. Entwining our naked bodies together, we shared a passionate kiss while cupping each other’s bare asses. It was a perfect ending to a wonderful night, and I could not wait for the evening to come, so I could play these sweet games with my beautiful sister again.

We did make out that night — and every night for the next week. The time we spent together naked and in each other’s arms was like a taste of paradise. I couldn’t get enough of my sweet sister.

Then came the night when things changed between us again.

Continue on to Part Two

The Secret Society of the Pussycats Club, Chapter 10

  • Posted on October 20, 2015 at 12:53 pm

By Cheryl Taggert

For assistance in keeping up with all the characters, you can go here.

After the orgy Cheryl was on her way home with her daughters, Heather and Tina, along with Susan, Heather’s best friend. They’d had quite an afternoon together. It had been their first orgy together (Cheryl had been to a few in college), and of course it was the central topic of their conversation on the ride home.

Heather was curious about a number of things regarding her mother, but decided to wait until they were able to be alone before asking them. She instinctively knew that such personal questions as were on her mind were more likely to be accepted and answered when they had more privacy.

Tina, of course, had no such filter. “Mom, when can we do this again?”

“Did you like it?” Cheryl asked, knowing the obvious answer but asking the question anyway.

“Of course! Who wouldn’t?” Tina said.

“My mom,” piped up Susan. “She’d have a cow if she knew.”

“Your mom likes coming, doesn’t she?” Tina asked. “That’s what I meant. Who wouldn’t like coming?”

“I don’t know,” Susan answered. “It’s not like we talk about it. I can’t very well go up to my mom and say, ‘Hey, Mom, aren’t orgasms great?’ or anything like that.”

The girls laughed at this.

“Sure!” said Heather. “You could say, ‘So, Mom, how about we sixty-nine?’ You could even be naked when you ask her.”

The girls went into hysterics over that one. Susan, however, was only laughing on the outside. Inside, she was envious of her friends. She wondered what it would be like to at least see her mom having sex, especially with another woman. She glanced at Cheryl as she drove, imagining her with her mom. The truth was she’d considered sex with her mom before. It was a common masturbation fantasy of hers.

“You could say you had a nightmare and want to sleep with her in her bed,” said Tina, who was growing serious about the idea of Susan having sex with her own mother.

“My dad sleeps in her bed,” said Susan, “and there’s no way I’m doing anything sexual with him.”

Tina was disappointed her idea didn’t work. Shrugging, she said, “Yeah, I guess so. But it sure would be cool if someone could seduce your mom and get her involved with our fun.” Then Tina had the same thought Susan had a moment before. “Mom, why couldn’t you do it?”

Cheryl, who’d had to pay attention to her driving since they were now on the freeway and in some heavy traffic, hadn’t been listening to the conversation. “Do what?” she asked.

“Seduce Susan’s mom,” Tina answered. “We need someone to do it with her so Susan can have sex with her too.”

Cheryl was amazed the girls’ conversation had moved to that idea. “Honey, maybe Susan doesn’t want to have sex with her mom. It’s not for everybody, you know.”

“Sure she does,” said Tina. She turned to Susan. “Don’t ya?”

Susan thought about the many fantasies she’d had of her mom and blushed. Cheryl noticed this in the mirror and spoke up. “Tina, you’re embarrassing Susan. Stop this talk. She obviously doesn’t want to do anything of the sort. We’re different. I’ve thought about this for a while, and so have you and your sister. Susan is free to want what she wants — and not want what she doesn’t want.”

Susan was starting to feel awkward with Tina and Cheryl talking as if she weren’t there. She suddenly realized this was the only group of people she could admit her feelings to and not feel ashamed.

“But I do!” she blurted. The car grew silent except for the sound of the tires rolling over the pavement. Tina had been the only one in the car who’d taken the idea seriously, and even she was surprised at this open admission.

“You do?” Heather asked.

“Yes,” Susan answered. “I’ve thought about it a lot.” Tears suddenly formed in her eyes. They surprised Susan as much as anyone else.

Heather hugged Susan to her, wishing they didn’t have to wear the seatbelts so they could embrace more fully. “It’s okay, Suz!” she said. “We know how you feel. I’m just surprised you never said anything about it before.”

Cheryl spoke up, addressing Susan. “We’ll be at our house in a moment. We can talk then, okay?”

Susan sniffled and used her shirt hem to wipe her eyes. “Okay.”

Cheryl continued to drive the short distance and soon they were home. As they entered the house, Cheryl said, “Susan, do you want to stay the night?”

Susan nodded enthusiastically.

“Then call your mom and tell her I invited you to stay.”

Susan smiled and pulled out her phone. In a few minutes, all was arranged for the spontaneous sleepover.

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Candace, now totally nude and lying beside Carolyn on her sister’s bed, spread her legs. She could feel the air caressing the moisture of her pussy. It felt the way a hot iron must feel when water hits it. She knew her pussy was sizzling right now.

Carolyn looked at Candace, knowing what was about to happen. The thought made her clit begin to stiffen, despite the fact she’d just come only a few minutes ago. As she looked at her sister’s naked body spread before her, she decided to watch for a while before joining in.

Candace had nothing more than little bee-sting nipples. They were often sore, but when she was horny, that soreness easily became erotic sensitivity. She reached up with her left hand and began to massage her nipples, which were the color of raspberries and about as big. She closed her eyes to concentrate on the shivers of sexual thrill that vibrated from her little nipples to her pussy. She could feel her clit responding to her touches.

As Carolyn watched her baby sister pleasuring herself, her own pussy began to respond. She had watched this same thing maybe a thousand times, but she never tired of it. The two sisters were completely familiar with each other sexually and had watched each other masturbate countless times. Carolyn knew Candace loved to watch her get herself off just as much as she loved watching Candace do the same. They often would get together on their sofa in the TV room and lie with their backs to the arms of the sofa, facing each other as they manipulated their pussies to orgasm. Sometimes, they even made a game of it, seeing who could get there first.

Candace was ignoring her sister for the moment while still knowing she was watching her. And almost certainly getting turned on. Candace loved having her big sister watch her masturbate. The thrill it produced was fed by the knowledge that Carolyn, who was seventeen, got turned on watching her ten-year-old sister. The adoration fed Candace’s ego, making her feel pretty and desirable. Such emotions might be rare in most girls her age, but all Candace knew was it turned her on a lot to be admired and loved by her sister in such a way as this.

She felt sorry for any girls who didn’t share with their sisters what she and Carolyn shared. Age, as Carolyn often said (as well as Aunt Daphne), is just a number. She knew her big sister loved her in every way imaginable. They had even discussed living together when Candace became an adult — maybe sooner if their parents would let Candace move in with Carolyn when she moved out of the house. Candace was all too aware that her sister would be leaving home eventually, long before she herself was old enough to live on her own, and sometimes her heart would freeze at the thought and tears would fill her eyes and spill down her cheeks. For this reason, Candace cherished their moments together like this. So it was this she was thinking about as she slowly moved her right hand to her pussy and began rubbing softly.

Carolyn could feel her mouth watering at the vision of her sister. Candace’s right hand had begun to gently probe the inner folds of her own pussy while her left hand was tenderly massaging her tiny breast buds. Carolyn listened to Candace’s breathing, melting with the thought of her sister’s passion.

Candace gathered the sticky fluids of her pussy on her fingers and smeared it over her inner labia, moistening the lips to make them slick. She didn’t get as wet as Carolyn did, but Carolyn had explained to her that ten-year-old girls didn’t produce as much pussy juices as older girls do. “Your clit’s ready for sex, but your vagina isn’t,” she’d said and laughed. Still, she was able to produce enough to lubricate herself. She kept her eyes closed and listened to the slick sounds of her fingers sliding around her pussy, passing across her sensitive clit, bringing small spasms of sexual joy that rippled through her body with each electric touch, each searing contact with her compact bundle of nerves that made this activity so satisfying.

Carolyn watched and listened as her sister’s hand movements bumped things up a notch. The fingers were no longer slowly exploring her pussy, spreading the lubricating juices to make the act more enjoyable. Now she was beginning to masturbate in earnest. Beginning to rub her clit with the goal of achieving an orgasm. Carolyn likened this transition to shifting gears in her car. First gear was the “get comfortable” stage. This was what she thought of as second gear, the “okay, let’s get this moving” stage. She sat up in her bed and sat with her legs crossed beneath her and her knees spread, revealing her pussy. She looked down at the shaved and waxed pussy, admiring it for the millionth time, and smelling the wonderful aroma of sex that rose from it to her nose. She could also detect Candace’s scent, one she was very familiar with, after all.

Candace felt her sister move in the bed. She knew Carolyn was now sitting up to her right and admiring her naked body and enjoying her baby sister’s little show. She could hear her breathing now, quicker than before, nearly matching her own breaths. She opened her eyes and looked at Carolyn, whose own eyes were fixed on Candace’s middle, admiring her hairless pussy and the hand that was pleasuring it now. Carolyn’s right hand had started to pinch her right nipple. Candace watched as the button of prominent flesh puckered and strained for more touches. Her own mouth watered to taste her big sister’s breasts. She hoped Carolyn would make a move toward her, but she decided she would wait. If Carolyn wasn’t interested in doing more than watching, Candace would be fine with that.

Carolyn was well aware she was in love with her little sister. She could think of nobody she would rather be with, whether it was in bed or at the mall. Many of her friends thought she was weird for loving to be with her so much, but she didn’t care. She was in love with her, and that’s all that mattered. She’d seen enough. Candace was moving into third gear, a much faster rubbing designed to bring the pussy near enough to climax that a final push with a hand blurred by speed — fourth gear — would push things over the edge. She looked up toward her baby sister’s face. Candace’s mouth was slack with the passion she felt. Candace’s eyes, glazed with desire, were watching her. Begging, actually.

Carolyn reached out and her hand joined Candace’s hand. Now they were both rubbing Candace’s pussy. Wet sounds filled the room, joined by Candace’s moans and squeals. She was getting close now.

Carolyn moved down between her baby sister’s legs and dove into the open, inviting pussy. Her tongue joined Candace’s vibrating fingers, joining in the welcome assault of her clit and feeling the hard nub beneath her lips and tongue as it strained to bring the ultimate joy to Candace.

Wetting the index finger of her right hand, Carolyn began to toy with Candace’s small, puckered anus. Carolyn knew from experience this one spot nearly drove her sister wild when it was touched during sex.

This time was no different.

Candace nearly screamed with the erotic thrill that was beginning to pass through her as her older sister tongued and kissed her clit while her finger tickled her butthole. In seconds she was coming, spasms wracking her body as the electric thrill of orgasm raced through her. She could feel her nipples reacting to the onslaught of pleasure. Her tummy clenched and relaxed, clenched and relaxed, as the waves of her climax ran its course like sudden tide shifts, first coming in, then going out, and repeating the powerful ebb and flow of coming.

Finally, she could take no more and pushed her sister’s head away from her throbbing pussy. Carolyn always loved this act. It meant Candace had reached the epitome of joy and satisfaction. Carolyn knew that feeling as well. Her clit was at least as sensitive as Candace’s, and when she came the pleasure sometimes grew so intense she could not stand for anything to touch her clit.

Carolyn watched as Candace caught her breath. Once recovery was nearly complete, Carolyn moved to where she could sit on her sister’s face. This was something they often did, and each girl loved to have her sister in such a wonderful position.

Candace smiled and reached up. Grasping Carolyn’s hips, she eagerly pulled the pussy towards her mouth.

Candace spent about ten seconds enjoying the taste of her sister’s soaked pussy. Her first lick brought nearly a mouthful of nectar, and she swallowed greedily. Soon, she was sliding her tongue and lips across her big sister’s pussy, determined to give her an orgasm at least as amazing as the one she herself had just had.

It didn’t take long. Within two minutes of starting to make oral love to Carolyn’s pussy, Candace could feel the contractions of orgasm against her tongue and lips. Carolyn screamed out with the intensity of her orgasm, long guttural syllables that said nothing, but communicated everything. Carolyn shook and jolted, jerking rhythmically with the bolts of lightning that were cascading through her as the orgasm consumed her body and mind.

“Enough! Enough!” she gasped, as the limit of pleasure was reached and exceeded.

Soon, the sisters were lying beside each other, kissing softly and exploring the other’s mouth with her tongue. There was no urgency, just love and contentment in the kisses.

Carolyn smiled at her little sister, just ten years old but so adult in so many ways.

“I love you,” they said simultaneously. They giggled at this timing, so sweet and so perfect, and stared lovingly into each other’s eyes.

“We need to get up and get dressed,” Carolyn said. “Mom will be home soon.”

“Yeah, I know,” said Candace without moving.

“Really,” Carolyn said, beginning to stir.

“Yeah,” said Candace, trying to hold her there.

Carolyn began to laugh and struggled to extricate herself from her sister’s embrace, and it became a sort of wrestling match, complete with giggles. Soon, she’d succeeded in getting away and sat up, getting off the bed to make sure Candace couldn’t lock onto her again. She realized that she was happy to be up, but sad at the same time because she had to get up despite her desire to lie there with her sister for the next few hours.

“C’mon. We need to make my bed. It’s a mess. If Mom sees it, she’ll know someone had sex in here.”

“Your room smells like a pussy juice factory. She might know anyway,” said Candace.

“Well, she knows I masturbate, so she’ll just think that from the smell. But no way would my bed be this mussed.”

“That’ll teach you to get caught,” said Candace, smiling. She was aware their mom had caught Carolyn masturbating when Carolyn was fourteen.

“She wasn’t mad. Just embarrassed she’d caught me like that.”

“Hey, she’s the one that walked in on you when you were in the shower,” Candace said.

“Yeah. The weird thing was it wasn’t until I turned around that I knew she was there. I’ve wondered if she planned to watch me come.”

Candace scrunched up her nose in confusion. “Why would she do that?”

“Hey, her little sister is into little girls. Maybe Mom is too.”

“I guess I never thought of it like that,” said Candace.

Carolyn knew more than she was telling, though. She thought about Aunt Daphne’s stories of what she and their mom did when they were young. Carolyn had been sworn to secrecy, and this was one secret she’d managed to keep. She wasn’t sure how Candace would take it if she knew their mom had seduced her own little sister when they were kids. Their mom was four years older than Aunt Daphne, and Mom had seduced her sister when she was thirteen and Aunt Daphne only nine.

“Well, I don’t want her to know about the two of us,” she said, wondering if Mom would be that shocked or would even mind, for that matter, if she did know. After all, she’d done the same thing from the time Aunt Daphne was nine, and they’d continued fooling around until Mom and Dad married, according to what Aunt Daphne had said, and that was when Mom was twenty and Aunt Daphne, sixteen.

Candace got up and the girls got dressed and made the bed. They arrived downstairs and had just turned on the TV when their mom walked in the door.

“Just in time,” whispered Candace.

“Next time, we may not be so lucky, so get up when I tell you, okay?”

“Okay,” said Candace, and the girls sat back, thinking about how fortunate they were.

Continue on to Chapter 11